I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. He pulled my nipple so hard the sting made my eyes water, but his hand never left my other one, and he did the opposite, caressing and teasing. The pleasure and pain line blurred, andholy shit.The orgasm consumed me, head to toe, tingles and fireworks exploding off in a rhythm through my core. I violently shook as the slowest burn, most aggressive orgasm started at the base of my gut and floated to every limb.
Pleasure unlike anything I ever had consumed me, making me blind as I drifted out of my body. Dean hovered over me, fully clothed, as he continued using his tongue in wicked ways on my chest. His own moan vibrated my skin as I came down, and the dark heat in his eyes was terrifyingly beautiful.
He looked half-human at this point, tensed muscles, dark pupils, and perfection. He was so gorgeous, andwhat just happened?
I panted, making awful sounds to breathe again as I pushed up. “What the shit was that?”
“That was a nipple play orgasm.” He looked smug, way too smug as he ran his hands down my ribs and toward my thighs. “You’re gorgeous when you come.”
“Jesus, Dean.” I blushed hard and looked away. “Are you always so… extra with your hookups?”
“Yes.” He grinned, kissing my stomach a final time. “Now, where is your list? Let’s check this one off.”
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Dean
Iwas hard as fuck. My body trembled for release, all the blood resting in my dick, and god, it was challenging to breathe. She lay there, naked and satisfied and vulnerable for me. Mackenzie Mallinson. Soccer star and tomboy and girl who’d taken me by surprise. I licked my lips as I grinned at her, content for the first time in half a year. “Where is the list?”
She laughed softly and pushed up. “You might be more into this list than I am, Dean.”
“We’re competitive. It’s a whole thing.” I adjusted my cock in my pants, my eyes blurring with how horny I was, as I moved toward the small living room area. The paper sat on the coffee table, and I picked it up, scanning it. “Hm.” I struck out the two we could check off, wishing I could writemyname in there.
It’d be foolish. I wouldn’t do that to her or my sister, but damn, I wanted to insert myself into her plan, officially. “You’re not making out with other people in one night.”
The Summer Playbook
Buy a guy a shot
Mixologist challenge – ask bartender to let you make a drink
Skinny dipping
Get a makeover
Tattoo
