REGAN
The tasteof Dean against my lips is everything I remembered from that night at Richmond. He takes my mouth like he owns it, claiming it.His.
He pushes my legs open so that he can step between them, and I wrap my ankles around his waist to pull him even closer to me. As angry as I had been, right now, it doesn’t matter. I can do just sex with Dean, I have to.
His hand finds a way to the back of my head and grips tight. I moan into him at the slight pain. He lets go of my lips and nips the skin between my neck and collarbone.
Heat pools between my thighs, and I shift my ass on the countertop to gain some kind of friction to give myself a bit of relief.
“Ansty for me, kitten?”
Damn that pet name. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that I’m soaking for him. I reach out and palm his cock that is already straining against his suit pants. I felt it earlier while we were dancing, probably part of why I’m so desperate for him now. I like knowing that I can easily cause him to lose control.
He hisses at my touch, and I stroke his length as his handscome up under my dress and squeeze my thighs like I know he’s been dying to do all night. And truth be told, I’ve been wanting him to. He gets to my panties and rubs my clit over the lacy fabric. He grunts in approval over how wet I am for him.
“Fuuuuck, kitten,”he growls.
He pushes my panties to the side so that his fingers run along my wet center, my breath catching at his touch.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp, gripping onto his shoulders for balance.
He pulls me so that my ass is teetering on the edge of the counter, Dean holding up the rest of my weight. He comes back in for another hard kiss.
“How much do you care about these panties?”
“What?” I ask. He nips at my ear and repeats the question.
“How much do you care about these panties, kitten? Because I’m about to tear them off you.”
“Not a lot, I guess,” I respond, my mind still trying to process the question. I can’t think straight with his lips on me like this. With his scent enveloping me and making me want more.
In a millisecond, I hear a tearing noise, and my panties are dangling by Dean’s finger, and he puts them in his suit pocket with a devious grin. His fingers find their way back to my slick center, which I think has gotten even wetter from him tearing my panties from my body, and he gently starts to rub my clit.
“Yes, harder,” I pant. He does as I say and slides two fingers into my entrance, curling them up to hit that spot. “Please, yes, Dean. Right fucking there,” I cry out, still trying to keep my voice low in case anyone walks by outside.
“That’s it, kitten. You’re going to come on my hand in this gorgeous fucking dress like the good girl you are.”
His words of encouragement bring me closer to that edge as I close my eyes and drop my head back.
“Fuck, yes. So close,” I whimper.
“That’s it, kitten. Come for me,” he demands, his voice dripping in his own desire.
He adds a third finger, and that’s it. I’m seeing stars behind my closed eyes, and I know I’m going to be loud. Dean can sense it as he covers my mouth with his swallowing my moans of pleasure as I come apart, my pussy fluttering around his fingers. He removes himself from me, and he brings those fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. I think I’m wet all over again.
I’m still coming down from my orgasm as I reach for his waistband, but he stops me. Does he not want me to finish him, too?
“Later, kitten. We should get back to the gala.”
I nod in agreement, and he helps me back down onto my feet. I wobble a little bit, trying to find my balance. I fix my makeup and hair before I hold out my hand to have him give me back my panties.
“Oh, no. I’m keeping those.”
“Seriously, Dixon?”
He gives a smirk as he unlocks the bathroom door, peering down the hallway to ensure the coast is clear.
THIRTY-FOUR
