"I want to," she echoes my words back to me. "Please, let me."
I release her hand, and she immediately reaches for my belt, unbuckling it with nimble fingers. The sound of my zipper is loud in the quiet room, and I lift my hips to help her pull my jeans and boxers down enough to free my cock.
"Fuck," she breathes, wrapping her hand around my length. "You're bigger than I remember."
I chuckle, the sound turning into a groan as she strokes me. "Or maybe you were just too drunk to notice."
"Maybe," she admits with a small smile. Then she leans down, taking me into her mouth, and all capacity for speech abandons me.
The wet heat of her mouth is incredible, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before she takes me deeper. One hand grips the base, working in tandem with her mouth, while the other cups my balls gently.
"Jesus Christ," I hiss, threading my fingers through her hair. Not guiding, just connecting.
Her eyes meet mine as she bobs her head, and the sight nearly pushes me over the edge.
"Sidney," I warn, feeling the tightening in my balls. "If you don't stop, I'm going to—"
Chapter 8 - Sidney
"Sidney," Dean warns, his fingers tangling in my hair as I work my mouth over his length, "If you don't stop, I'm going to—"
I pull back, letting his cock slip from my lips. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth onto my shirt, but I couldn't care less. All I want right now is to please and be pleased. When I drove to Blackwater Falls, sex was the absolute last thing on my mind. I wanted Dean's help, not his body. But now that we're here, his hands on my skin, his taste on my tongue, I realize how much I missed this.
No man has ever looked at me the way he does, like he truly believes I'm beautiful despite my worn clothes and untamed hair. No one has ever gone down on me like he just did, like a man starved for my taste. My baggy white panties and unshaved legs embarrassed me, but he didn't even blink. Of course not. He's a real man, not some boy preoccupied with trivial things.
"Finish what you were saying," I tell him, looking up through my lashes.
His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at me. "I was saying I'm about to cum, and there's no way I'm finishing this without being deep inside you."
I'm on my knees, his cock jutting proudly above me, the head glistening with pre-cum and my saliva. It's a magnificent sight, especially when he stands and pulls his shirt over his head. His body is even better than I remembered. More defined, more tattooed. His abs are like carved stone beneath my fingertips as I run my hands down his torso.
I meet his gaze, silently telling him what I want. "Do it," I whisper.
He sits back on the couch and reaches for me, helping me to my feet.
"Sit on my cock," he orders, his voice rough with need.
I turn around, my back to his chest, and he places his hands on my hips, guiding me as I lower myself onto him. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, and then I'm sinking down, taking him inch by glorious inch until I'm fully seated in his lap.
"Fuck," I breathe, adjusting to his size.
I'd forgotten how perfectly he fills me, how no other man has ever stretched me quite like this. It's like our bodies were made for each other.
I begin to move, slow at first, lifting and lowering myself on his shaft. The friction is delicious, sending sparks of pleasure through my core. I lean forward slightly, increasing my pace, and Dean's hands grip my hips tighter.
"Jesus Christ, Sidney," he groans. "You're fucking incredible."
Coming from him, I actually believe it. I ride him for several minutes before deciding I want more.
"I want to see your face," I tell him over my shoulder.
"I'd like nothing better," he replies, his eyes burning into mine.
I lift myself off him, feeling momentarily empty, before turning around to straddle his lap again. I grasp the base of his cock, positioning him at my entrance, and sink down once more.
A loud moan escapes me before I can stop it, and I quickly clap my hand over my mouth. We both freeze, listening for any sound from upstairs, but thankfully, Max sleeps on. Having sex in the living room with my son asleep upstairs is probably the riskiest thing I've done in years, but the adrenaline only heightens every sensation.
I begin to move again, rolling my hips as Dean's hands grip my ass, helping guide my movements. I ride him hard, my hair wild around my face, beads of sweat forming on both our bodies. His muscular shoulders flex with every motion, his abs tightening as he thrusts up to meet me. It's so good it feels unreal.
