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There was the briefest hesitation, and then he returned my kiss. He took it, ramped it up to full throttle, and claimed my lips. By the time he lifted his head, he owned them.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “A better man would say no.”
“And yet, you’re still holding me.” I parroted his words back at him, and a smile hovered on his face.
He lifted one hand and ran his thumb across my lips, pushing them open. “You have the prettiest mouth. When I saw you making coffee that morning, I wanted to see what you tasted like. I wanted...” He stole another, deeper, kiss.
“Wanted what?”
“I wanted to know how you’d look on your knees, with my cock in your mouth.”
His words sent a frisson of excitement down my spine. A tendril of desire unfurled inside me, dark and all consuming. I could see that in my mind. Handing over all control to him. Instead of scaring me off, it made me want him more.
“What if I said yes?”
“This would be just a rebound fuck, right?”
I squinted at him, taken aback. “Are you trying to be an asshole?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Because I’m too messed up to try and be nice. Because I can’t promise you anything other than one night. I’m not looking for anything more.”
We were more alike than I thought. “I want to forget everything, for one night. Can you make that happen?”
“For you? Damn right.” The kiss was fierce this time. He tunnelled one hand into my hair and tugged my head back, tilting me to take his lips at the best angle. The zing of pain was a turn on.
“I don’t even know your name, little sandy girl.”
“It’s Steph.”
“Mmm hmm.” He nipped at my jaw, nuzzling his way down my throat, while holding me in place. “If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me. If you say stop, I will. I promise.”
“You have a condom?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why are we still talking?”
He chuckled and released my hair. “Not big on foreplay, huh?”
“I want you to fuck me, Dean, until I don’t remember my own name.”
“C’m’ere.” He scooped me up in his arms, and I clung to him, my heart lurching as I rose from the floor. “I’d hate to disappoint,” he said.
I’d never been carried by a guy before. It made me feel small and fragile, and helped me ignore the way my legs wobbled. He held me close to his chest and strode into the cottage, calling for King to come in before he shut the door.
Lights flicked off, and others came on, and we entered his bedroom. When he set me on the bed, I felt lost without him holding me, but the intensity in his eyes made up for that.
“I’m going to make sure your dog’s okay, and I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
I nodded and watched him return to the kitchen. Why did I not notice his ass before? It looked amazing in running shorts. Something dug into my shoulder. My camera case. I used a small Leica, not much bigger than a smartphone. I untangled the strap and leaned over the bed, to place it on the floor. My key was in the case too. I didn’t carry anything else except King’s lead, and that was in my pocket.
“So,” said Dean, from the doorway, “where were we?”
“I’m waiting for you.” The alcohol had lent me sass. If only I could be this confident in daily life. This was why I liked drinking and why I didn’t do it anymore. I pushed the thought away and focused on the man in front of me. He stood there in a T-shirt and shorts, hair rumpled, and scruff across his chin. Possibly the hottest guy I’d ever met. Hotter than Zack? Maybe. And he was here with me now, which counted for a lot.
“Come here, sandy girl.” He crooked a finger at me. “I want to watch you undress.”
I’d never been with someone so vocal before—someone unafraid to say what he wanted. I liked it. It settled my nerves.
I scrambled to the edge of the bed. I’d rather not stand. I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d be swaying on my feet.
He seemed happy for me to sit there, and I unfastened my jeans, kicked off the sandals, and then tugged the denims down my legs. I looked up at him, and he made a carry-on gesture with his forefinger.
“Keep going. I want you naked.”
I hesitated. I didn’t think this through. “Can you turn the lights down?”
Curiosity flickered across his face. “I want to see you.”
If I was sober, this would be when I’d get up and leave, but drunk-me didn’t care so much. “I have some ugly scars on my arms.”
“They don’t bother me. Take your shirt off, gorgeous.”
As long as he fucked me, I could handle his pity. I unfastened the buttons of the long-sleeved cotton shirt. Slid my arms out of the sleeves. Pushed it back. Crossed my arms, because that hid them a little.
He nodded, approval lighting up his eyes. One hand dropped to rub at the bulge in his shorts. “Bra,” he said, his gaze locked onto mine.
I could see how aroused he was. How turned on by me. Fuck. This was a sexy game to play. I squirmed on the bed but complied. I fumbled with the fastening, but took the bra off and covered my small tits with my hands.
“Panties.”
It was another command, and I obeyed, wriggling out of them before dropping them on the floor.
“Good girl. Hands by your sides, so I can see those pretty breasts.”
I was naked. He was still dressed. I was more turned on than I’d ever been. He might only promise me one night, but it was going to be a hell of a ride.
“You’re beautiful.” He covered the short distance to me in two steps. “Now lean back and take the weight on your hands.” He rearranged my position, spreading my legs and making a humming noise deep in his throat.
Being so exposed made me nervous, but he swept his hands up my thighs, and a thousand butterflies took off inside my stomach.
“Fuck. You’re wet. I can see it from here.” He bent over and palmed my breasts, one in each hand. “I’m going to have you suck my cock, but first I’m going to make you come.”
“Okay,” I managed.
He smiled. “Good girl.” He dropped a kiss on my lips, and then moved down, to close his mouth around one nipple. It felt like an electric shock arcing through me, and I gasped. He turned his attention to the other side, sucking the firm bud and giving the gentlest of nips.
I nearly jerked off the bed, bucking my hips and squeezing my thighs together.
“Keep your legs apart.” He pinched my nipples, and I squealed. It hurt, but it felt good.
I opened my legs again, and Dean spread them with his hands, even wider this time. “That’s right. Perfect. I want you to keep still. No wriggling. Hold that position, and I’ll make you come.”
With his fingers? His mouth? I didn’t care. He’d barely touched me, and I was on the verge of a groundbreaking orgasm. Who knew I’d like submission so much? “Okay.”
He skirted up and down my inner thighs with his fingertips, creeping closer to my pussy and my poor, throbbing clit. That was where I wanted him to touch, but he didn’t. Every time I squirmed, he backed off.
“Please,” I panted. “Touch me.”
“Not until you obey me. I could tie you up, but I’d rather you do it yourself.”
I huffed a frustrated breath, and the bastard chuckled. “You can do this, gorgeous. And believe me, it’ll be even better for the wait.”
I closed my eyes and concentrated. Think about yoga classes. Holding a position.
When Dean licked my pussy lips, I sucked in a breath. Fuck, but I was close. My thighs trembled with the effort of keeping my legs apart, but finally, he ran his tongue across my clit a heartbeat before sucking on it, hard.
I came with such a jolt, I shook all over and saw spots before my eyes.
He was right there, his mouth on me as I came undone. The temptation to flop back onto the bed was immense, but I kept in the semi-upright pose, leaning on my hands.
Dean lifted his head, and then stood. “That was very good. And now it’s my turn.”