It was too much and not enough all at once. I could feel him everywhere. Needing friction, I started to move, and goddamn, I didn’t think anything had ever felt this good, this right. His toned abs contracted with each thrust as we found our rhythm. He took his hands from my hips and rolled my nipples between his fingers before leaning forward and sucking one into his mouth, causing my head to fall back on a moan.
“Fuck, ride me hard, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled, deepand dangerous. I pressed harder, faster, and he met me thrust for thrust. I could feel another orgasm building, and our pace became punishing. He knew exactly what I needed as he moved his hand between us and pressed his thumb against my clit. Lights exploded behind my eyes as another earth-shattering orgasm broke me in half. Dean kept working my body, letting me ride out every last bit of pleasure, and then, as if right on cue, he gripped my hips hard as he found his own release. “Fuck, Addison!” he growled as a guttural sound escaped his lips.
Once we both came down and our breathing calmed, I rolled off him. He hopped up off the bed and headed to the bathroom to throw away the condom. Once he returned to the bed, I went and cleaned myself up.
I slid back into the bed under the covers and laid my head against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around me. He was quiet for a moment before I heard him chuckle. “Jesus Christ, Addison. That was fucking incredible.”
I lifted my head up and looked at him. “Yeah, it was. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense, let alone multiple orgasms in one night.” I laughed in disbelief.
He stroked his fingers up and down my arm softly. “Well, there’s more where that came from. We need to do that again.”
I laughed. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
Before round two happened, Dean and I decided to grab some water and snacks. Who knew that multiple orgasms could make youso hungry? We turned the TV on and watched an episode ofThe Great British Baking Show, my guilty pleasure, which he found hilarious, while we ate our snacks.
“I can see why you love this show,” Dean said around a mouthful of pretzels. “It’s so wholesome. They don’t win shit. No money, no nothing. Just a fancy plate and that’s it.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Would never fly in America, that’s for sure.” I popped a chip into my mouth. “God, Paul Hollywood is such a stud.”
Dean stopped chewing and looked over at me. “Seriously? You think that guy is hot?” His tone was serious and had what sounded like a hint of jealousy in it, which only spurred me on to mess with him more.
“Definitely. I mean, those blue eyes,come on.”
“I don’t know. I think they’re a little too blue. Kind of creepy.”
I laughed and bumped my shoulder against his. “Ah, are you jealous, Adler?”
He scoffed. “Please. You were screaming my name an hour ago. I’m good.”
I threw a chip at him. “So cocky.”
He smirked. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
After arguing over who we thought had the better technical round and showstopper, I stood up on the bed triumphantly as my choice won Star Baker for that week. “I told you! Her showstopper was way more intricate and detailed than that other guy’s!”
Dean just rolled his eyes at me. “Yeah, whatever. My dude’stechnical was way better than hers.”
Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of him. He kissed me, tilting my face, giving himself better access to take it deeper. I sighed into his mouth as he ran his fingers through my hair. I felt him getting hard against me, so I reached down, rubbing him over his boxer briefs. The kiss grew more desperate as I slipped my hand inside. I pulled away, pushing him onto his back. I kissed my way down his stomach and pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring up at me. I wrapped my fingers around the base and lowered my head to lick around the tip.
Dean laid his head back and moaned, his hands instantly in my hair. My mouth slid all the way down his shaft before I slowly pulled back up. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.” He sighed, pure ecstasy etched across his face.
I continued licking and sucking him off before taking him to the back of my throat. I moaned against his cock, and his grip on my hair tightened as he took over control, thrusting his hips up into my mouth. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? You like sucking me off, huh, sweetheart?” I moaned again. Sucking dick had never turned me on like this before. “As much as I love fucking your pretty mouth, I want to come inside you.”
He pulled me up by my hair, the bite of pain tangling with pleasure in a way that stole my breath. Dean reached over to grab a condom out of the nightstand. He ripped open the condom and slid it down his shaft, pumping a few times. “Now turn over and get on your knees and put that tight little ass of yours in the air,” he said, his tone a seductive kind of menace.
I did as I was told and got onto my knees. I lowered myself onto my forearms and positioned my ass in the air. I looked over my shoulder at him. “Is this how you want me, Adler?”
He nodded, his eyes predatory. “Do you know how beautiful you look on your knees for me?” He rubbed his hands up and down my back before settling them on my hips. He took one hand and swiped it through my arousal, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them in. “You’re so fucking wet already.” He popped his fingers out of his mouth, gripped his cock, and slowly slid inside. My head fell forward, overwhelmed yet again by his size. Dean waited only a moment, letting me adjust, before gripping my hips hard and slamming right back into me again. I cried out in both pain and pleasure, the feeling both intense and intoxicating at the same time.
As his tempo increased, I pushed my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust, easily finding our rhythm. He angled my hips just right, getting himself so deep and hitting just the right spot. “Oh my God, Dean,” I moaned in a desperate, unrecognizable tone. This man knew how to work my body. It was unreal.
He moved one hand from my hip and slipped it between my legs, applying pressure where I needed it most. “As much as I love your pretty face, this angle is pretty fucking hot too,” he rasped.
He continued to drive into me from behind and work me over. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and my legs started to shake. I screamed his name as my orgasm ripped through me, making my entire body quake. He quickly followed me overthe edge with one last thrust, my name on his lips as I let him milk every last bit of his orgasm.
Both spent, we fell onto the bed. It had to be three a.m. at this point. After we both cleaned up, Dean went to the living room and got Coal. He returned and slipped under the covers, pulling me against his chest and kissing my shoulder. Coal jumped up onto the bed and curled up on the end. Both Dean and Coal fell asleep quickly.
I listened to the slow, soft breathing of them both. Nothing about this felt casual, and I didn’t want it to end. I was exhausted and ready to pass out, but part of me didn’t want to fall asleep, because that would mean that this was all over, and Dean and I would go back to being just friends. After everything that just went down and everything we shared, it was hard to imagine just being friends with this man. I was fairly certain I was falling for him, and I was also fairly certain that it was going to destroy me.
