I release him, pull the waistband away from his body and tug it down, watching as he springs free. His cock twitches, and I wrap my fingers around him again.
He grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“Look at me,” he begs, his voice deep and filled with need. “You never have to do something with me if you don’t want to. You can tell me no; I won't ever force you or pressure you. You’re in control, Delilah.” The look in his eyes is tortured and pained, and I wonder what happened to this kind Wolf. Under his lust and desire is a damaged man who wants me to know I have a choice.
“That’s why I want to do this with you,” I admit, beforedropping to my knees in front of him, breaking free from his grip on my wrist. I can see his broken pieces so well. I don’t know what caused him to scar, or why he’s so compassionate, instead of cruel like Coal, but I admire it.
Our damage matches. We can be fucked up together.
I grip him once again and stroke him firmly, moving my thumb in a circle over his tip, making him grunt. He reaches out, using the wall to steady himself, and his eyes fall closed.
I move forward, flicking my tongue out to lick the tip, and his other hand moves to my hair. He doesn’t push me harshly onto his cock, just holds me, gently stroking my hair. I wrap my lips around him and move him farther into my mouth. I stop when I hit the back of my throat and gag slightly. He hisses and tightens his grip. I move my lips away from my teeth and slowly apply pressure. He looks down and watches me as I drag my teeth down the length of him.
“Fuck…” he pants, and I repeat the motion a few times before I suck the tip hard and swirl my tongue around. He grunts, thrusting forward, and I relax my jaw, allowing him to thrust into my throat. I keep one hand wrapped tightly around his cock and use the other to cup his balls. I caress them gently and enjoy the feel of him between my lips.
“I’m gonna fucking come, Delilah,” he growls and loosens his grip on my hair, but I don’t let him pull away. Instead, I swallow him farther down my throat, fighting the gagging as he explodes in my mouth. “Oh, fuck!” he shouts, as his cum spills down my throat and I swallow. When his thrusts stop, I pull away and stand. I cup some water in my hands and wipe my chin and mouth clean.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asks, looking at me like I’m a goddess and giving me a goofy smile. I wonder ifCoal would stop being such an asshole if someone sucked his dick like that.
“The Human women talk…the Wolves too,” I shrug. “Genny is very knowledgeable,” I say sheepishly, my cheeks heating, and feeling a little shy. I wrap my arms around my body and start to turn away from Dean.
“Oh, hell no, don’t do that. Don’t shut me out after that.” He turns me back to him and leans into me slowly, giving me time to stop him, before his lips press to mine. Slowly at first, but then he wraps his arms around me and claims my mouth in a sweet kiss, so different from the harsh way we held each other before.
I pull my lips away from his and kiss his neck gently, grateful for this moment.
It was different with Quil. I wanted to defy him. He wanted me to beg, but I refused, and he still gave me what I wanted.
I want Dean to touch me. I want to beg Dean.
“You still have to wash the other’s scents away,” I say softly, as I grab the soap. I take his hand and pour some of the soap into his palm. I spin away, so my back is facing him, and I pull my hair over my shoulder. I look back at him and notice he’s hard again. “Touch me,” I whisper.
“Matteo is going to hate me for this,” Dean chuckles, and I frown.
“Really?” I ask, worry setting in.
“He’ll hate that you let me touch you before him.” He shrugs, and I smile.
“He won’t be jealous?” I ask, and Dean laughs.
“Oh, he’ll be jealous, but he won’t be upset.”
“Okay.”
I expect Dean to start by washing my back, but instead,he drops both of his soapy hands to my ass, and I gasp. His hands are large, and I bite my lip. He’s being so gentle-
Smack!
“Oh!” I drop my head forward, really liking the sting of pain.
“You’re so beautiful, Delilah.” Dean presses against my body, and caresses my breasts with both hands, the soap making them glide easily across my nipples.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I moan, leaning against him for support.
The masculine wood scent of his soap is strong, and the press of his warm body is comforting. I feel safe in his arms. Maybe that’s a mistake, but I don’t care right now.
He keeps one hand on my breasts and drops the other between my legs.
“Have you ever used a showerhead to get off?” Dean asks, as he circles my clit with his big finger, and I shake my head.
