Accepting us.
His fingers dig into my hair as he pulls me off him. Spit drips from his cock as he fists it in his free hand. His forearms flex.
“You’re so good for me, doing exactly what I want.” He removes the belt from my neck. “Stand up and take your clothes off.”
I climb to my feet, undressing. There’s no pole, and this is no dance. I don’t try to be sexy. I simply strip, following the order like he wants me to.
Dean strokes his cock, watching me shed every layer. Until I’m standing naked in front of him, pressing my thighs together to try and ease the excitement building when he’s yet to touch me.
Dean’s gaze roves over me, taking me all in.
“Let me taste you.” He focuses between my thighs as I reach my hand between them, sliding a finger through my pussy.
When I lift my hand, he wraps his lips around my fingers and sucks me off.
“So good,” he mumbles around me, and I’m pressing my thighs tighter as I drop my hand again.
He’s so close. A breath away from leaning down and kissing me. Every part of me wants him to do it. But there’s this line he’s drawn without saying it. One that is somehow more palpable than the others. A boundary beyond sex that I don’t think he’s ready to cross.
“What are you going to let me do to you, Willa?” he asks, stroking his cock.
“Anything you want.”
“Mm-hmm. Remember that.” He smirks, tipping his chin to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I turn around, climbing onto the bed on my hands and knees. On display in every way as Dean stands behind me. He can do anything he wants, and he knows it. But that’s only because I want this myself. I want him to take me. To claim me.
I want him to enjoy me.
Still, nerves skitter when he steps close and rubs his bare cock through my pussy.
My fingers clench on the blanket as I look over my shoulder at him. “Are you going to put a condom on?”
I’ve never been with anyone without a condom, and even though I’m on the pill, he hasn’t asked, so he doesn’t know that.
“I don’t fuck without protection.” Dean pushes in an inch, and my vision darkens. “But then again, I’m not usually fucking what’s mine. And like you said, I can have you however I want. Can’t I?”
“Yes.” The word barely makes it out before he thrusts into me. Until there is nothing between us.
No distance.
No barrier.
It’s me and Dean, like we were always meant to be.
He leans over me, wrapping my hair around his fist and pressing his lips near my ear. “Don’t worry. I’m in the clear. I got checked the moment you got to town.”
He didn’t need to say that. He didn’t even need to go get checked. I didn’t come here thinking this is where we’d end up. But clearly, he did. He knew, and he cared just like he always has.
Dean is still protecting me like always.
“I’m good too,” I tell him, even though he didn’t ask.
It’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and once Kincaid started screwing around, I made sure to get checked.
I turn my head to meet his gaze. “So fuck me…” I bite my lower lip. “Please.”
His smirk turns absolutely feral. And when he thrusts in again, there is nothing gentle. He fucksme like he’s erasing the past. Like he’s showing me where he’s always belonged. Like he’s making it impossible for me to ever consider anyone else again.
