“Gymnastics. And drawing. I drew a picture for my Mom of a horse when I was a kid. It’s still pinned to the refrigerator because it makes her laugh.”
I shake my head. “We can’t all be artists. And I’m glad you’ve admitted you’re bad atsomething.”
Dean carries me into the bedroom and lays me gently on the bed. “There’s something else I want you to think I’m good at…”
He pauses, gazing down at me, then turns his attention to my shirt. Every time he undoes a button, he kisses the exposed flesh underneath. Zaps of electricity run up and down my spine as his lips move on my skin. I let out a moan as his rough stubble brushes against my skin. His hands slide down my back, pressing me closer to him, as if he wants to melt into me. The rain pours down relentlessly, thrumming against the window.
Each button undone is like a deliberate tease, each kiss even more electrifying than the last. The smell of his spicy cologne mixes with the scent of the rain on his hair, creating an intoxicating blend.
Dean's fingers trail along my collarbone, brushing against my skin. With every touch, goosebumps erupt all over me. His lips graze over my skin with feather-light kisses as he works his way down, his mouth mapping out his territory. With a slow smile, he finally reaches the bottom button and pulls the drenched shirt off me in one swift motion.
The cool air hits my bare torso. He leans in again and plants another kiss right above the hollow of my throat before trailing more soft kisses down my chest while deftly undoing my bra. He groans as my breasts spill from the cups of my bra, revealing my peaked nipples to his hungry gaze. He takes one into his mouth gently, sucking and nipping at it, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through me. His tongue circles around the hardened peak. My hips instinctively arch towards him, craving more contact and my breath hitches in my throat as he moves to the other nipple and does the same, wetness pooling between my legs.
As he pulls back, he looks up at me with a mix of lust and curiosity in his eyes.
"I have to taste you," he murmurs against my skin, sending shivers all over me as he kisses his way downwards. As he reaches the hem of my shorts, he looks up at me once more, his gaze hot.
With careful fingers, he peels them off slowly, delicately maneuvering around the boot. He slides my panties down, revealing my wetness. He takes a deep breath as if savoring the scent before leaning down and kissing me between my legs, his lips feather-light and teasing against my swollen clit. I moan as his tongue flicks out to tease the little nub between his lips, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.
Dean looks up at me with a smile on his face, taking in every reaction as he continues to tease me mercilessly. His tongue traces lazy circles on my clit while his big hands tease my nipples, stroking and lightly pinching.
“Please…” I beg, my hands tangled in his hair.
His tongue starts to move faster. My moans fill the room as rain pours down outside. My body shudders under his touch as I get closer and closer to the edge. A wave of pleasure rocks through me, electrifying every nerve ending until I cry out his name as I come hard. My breathing slows from its frantic pace as I try to come down to earth. But there’s a deep, unfulfilled ache between my legs.
“I want you inside me,” I gasp, my voice breathy. “Do you have any condoms? I didn’t expect this to happen…”
He smiles. “I did a talk at the hospital as part of the EMT recruitment drive and they gave everyone a bunch of condoms. I have some in my wallet.”
He gets out a condom, then kicks off his boots and pulls down his jeans. His huge cock springs free and my eyes widen. He unrolls the condom over his length, gently placing my legs wider apart. He puts a pillow under my right knee so I don’t have to put any weight on the bent leg.
Dean positions himself between my legs. I gasp as he rubs the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing the opening before pushing in slowly. He pushes in further, filling me up completely. With a groan, he leans down to capture my lips in a searing hot kiss, our tongues dancing together as he starts to move within me.
The bed creaks underneath us as Dean begins to thrust, his pace steady and sure. His hips slide against mine in perfect harmony with each other; it feels like we're locked together. He kisses my neck as he thrusts deeper and deeper, markinghis territory with soft bites and nips that make me shiver with delight.
My hands claw into his shoulders, digging into the firm muscle beneath as I arch up toward him, meeting every downward thrust with a moan. His mouth finds my breasts again, sucking and nipping at them while he continues to push into me with long powerful strokes. His thumb moves to find my clit and a warm wave rises inside me as he pumps his hard length into me. I come, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids, my pussy pulsing against his girth. He thrusts harder, his body stiffening as he comes, groaning my name.
Our breathing slows and we lay wrapped around each other, the rain steady outside. I’m so tired and happy, all I can do is close my eyes and drift off to a wonderful deep sleep, cradled in Dean’s big arms.
I’m woken by Moose standing by the bed, looking quizzically at me. I sit up. I’m alone.
“Dean?” I call.
I button my shirt and pull on my shorts. My crutches are leaning against the bedroom wall. I make my way into the kitchen. Moose’s food bowl is full. And there’s no sign of Dean.
There’s a knock on the front door and I smile.
“You don’t need to knock!” I call.
It swings open and a woman with gray hair and a kind expression peers in.
“How are you doing, my dear? I’m Charise, I’m on the morning volunteer shift. Let me get the coffee pot on and then I’ll walk your dog. He’s a big one, ain’t he?” She cackles.
My heart drops. Memories of Dean’s phone lighting up with messages flood through my head. Along with the more painful ones of his teasing in high school. He hadn’t changed, he just tricked me into thinking that he did. He got what he wanted and now he’s gone. So much for being a caring volunteer.
I’ve been well and truly played.
Chapter Six
