“Yes, what?” he demanded.
He licked his lips as he stared down at me, the expression a totally new one on his face. I’d never seen it, and it seemed like hunger. Like he was hungry for me.
“Touch me.”
“For the list?” he repeated, his nostrils flaring as he flipped up the band of my crop top. My nipples pebbled at the cooler air as they were fully exposed. Dean stared at them with want radiating off him. His hands shook, and his jaw tightened as he whispered, “Gorgeous.”
“They’re small,” I said, needing to remind myself that this was Dean. He wasn’tintome. This was helping me out for alist, that was all. I wasn’t like those supermodels and gorgeous girls he usually dated. Not me.
His gaze flashed to mine, anger swirling behind them. He cupped each breast, squeezing them together as his thumbs traced my areola. “Have you ever come from nipple play, Mackenzie?”
I swallowed and shook my head. “Wh-what? No.”
“Mm.” He licked his lips again and jutted his chin. “Sit up for me.”
He guided me up to sitting, his jaw set in a determined line. “Raise your arms.”
I obeyed, lost in lust. He kissed my neck as he carefully removed my crop top and stared down at me with an intensity that made me even wetter. He ran a hand over his face as he stared and stared, lost in his own head. “Dean?”
“Sorry, your body is insane. I’m committing it to memory right now.” He smirked before running his fingers over my nipples but not quite touching them. “New rule for us.”
“Hm?” I leaned onto my elbows, my body way too hot and on edge. He wouldn’t stop touching me. His hands went up and down my ribs, stomach, around my nipples and repeated. His hands were rough, calloused, and the roughness made it feel even better.
“Never talk about your body in a negative way,” he said, voice firm. He waited for me to meet my gaze before grinding into me again. “Does this feel like your body isn’t perfect? Do you feel how much I want to bury myself inside you and have your thick ass legs wrapped around me? I need to eat you, Mackenzie. But not today.”
“Wh-why not?” I trembled now. His erection was huge and thick against his shorts, and his muscles strained as he pulled himself back.
“Because your list requires more than first base, and I wantto give you a nipple orgasm. Be your first. I’m competitive like that.” He grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he sucked in a breath as he stared at me. “Your body… I plan to lick every inch of you.”
“Lick me then.”
“Oh, I will, Mackenzie. In time.” He smirked and ran his fingertips over my breasts, circling and teasing and approaching the tips without touching them. “Oh, you like it when I do this.”
I squirmed at the tension. I wanted him to bite and suck me. Sweat beaded on my forehead as he teased me for minutes, not saying anything but watching my reactions. “Dean.”
“Are you wet for me?” He hummed.
“Find out yourself,” I ground out, thrashing at this point. The orgasm was growing, building slowly behind the scenes as he teased the ever-loving fuck out of my breasts. “Touch me.”
“Show me.” His eyes flashed dark. “I’m going to keep teasing your perfect tits while you push your panties to the side and show me.”
“Holy shit.” I trembled with want as I slid my shorts off, staying in my black cotton boy shorts. They weren’t sexy by any means, but how Dean stared at them? He made me feel like I was in lingerie. The weight of this whole thing hit me as nerves hit me. Dean Romano was teasing my nipples and wanted to see my bare pussy. What…
“Don’t get shy on me.” He leaned forward, licking the tip of my nipple before biting my mouth. “You want me, and I want you. Don’t make it more than that. Now show me how wet you are.”
I whimpered as I slid my panties to the side and exposed myself. Dean hummed in approval.
“Good girl. Now touch your clit for me. Go in small circles, yeah?”
“Fuck, Dean.” I closed my eyes, the sensation almost too much. “I’m close.”
“Keep your eyes open. I want to see what color they are when you come for me.” Hefinallyfucking touched my nipples, pinching and pulling both of them. The pain matched the rhythm of my finger, and I bucked. “That’s my girl, fall apart.”
He bent down and sucked one breast into his mouth, biting and nipping the tip for a full minute before swirling his tongue around it. It was so sensitive, every swish of his tongue sending my nerves on edge. His teeth closed on it, and he tugged, hard.
“Dean!“I moaned, releasing my hand and gripping the table.
“Yes, Mack,” he urged, moving toward the other breast, repeating the process. “Do you like my mouth on your tits?”
