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Steadying myself with one hand, I climbed onto the seat. It was padded beneath my knees. How exactly did he want me?
“Here. Like this.” He guided me to lie face down across the seat. “You can hold the cushions, but you may not move your hands after that.” He tugged up my skirt, a little at a time, until cool air hit my naked butt.
I was soaked between my legs. He must be able to smell it.
“What colour are you, Steph?”
Colour? Oh yeah. “Green.”
“Good girl.”
The praise made my blood sing. I clutched the padding nearest to me, and braced for his strike, but he kept me waiting.
“Such a pretty ass,” he said, his voice rough. “It’s a shame I won’t be able to see my handprints out here. It’s too dark to see the way it’s going to go pink.”
He stroked the curve of one cheek, and I tensed, but that was all he did. A gliding touch up and down. His turn to tease me.
The first smack came out of nowhere. It stung, and I sucked in a breath. The second followed immediately on the other side. They were stinging in stereo.
Three and four came in swift succession, and they were hard. Tears sprang to my eyes. I tightened my grip on the cushion and swallowed. My ass was on fire. My pulse clattered along, and my lungs were tight, but I didn’t move. I hovered in a state of excitement, both dreading and wanting the next smack. How many more would he give?
Five was lower down, at the top of my leg, and I jerked at the contact. “Fuck,” I whispered.
“That was for the drink throwing,” said Dean. He spoke smoothly, as though we were discussing the weather. How did he do that? I could feel the hard ridge of his cock inside his jeans. He was turned on.
Six was right on top of where five had landed, and this time I cried out. “Ow.”
He chuckled. The bastard thought it was funny. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and my throat was too thick for me to speak any further. Before I could draw another breath, he leaned over and pressed an open-mouthed kiss in the same place. The warmth of his lips and the stroke of his tongue were oddly soothing.
“There’s my good girl,” he crooned. “I’m very pleased with you, little sandy girl. Are you still green?”
“Yes,” I whispered. It felt as though he’d poured lava across my ass, but I was buzzing inside. This kind of high was addictive.
“Say the word, Steph. I need to hear you tell me.”
“Green.” I blew out a breath. “Very definitely green.”
“Mmm huh. That’s good, because we haven’t finished yet.”
Dean helped me up, holding my hands as I found my balance again. He wanted me kneeling on the cushions, and I did as he asked. Endorphins zoomed through my bloodstream, and my heart continued to race. I’d never been so wet. So turned on and teetering on the edge of a massive climax. One touch, and I’d go off like a firecracker.
While I watched, Dean unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his legs. His boxers followed. His cock reared up, and I gazed at it, greedy for it. Was he going to fuck me, or did he want my lips on him?
Ah. He had a condom in his hand. He rolled it on, and then sat there, hard-on in his fist. “I want you on my lap, Steph.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved to kneel over him, one knee either side of his thighs. I was wide open and ready for him.
“Hands on my shoulders.”
That worked. I dug my fingers into the softness of his shirt. My full skirt tumbled down, to hide what we were doing if anyone walked past, but it was so dark now, they wouldn’t see anything.
Dean closed his hands around my burning ass cheeks, and I sucked in a shocked breath. “Ready?” he asked, the single word full of promise.
“Green.”
He guided me down and notched his cock inside. “Fuck, baby. You’re wet.” I couldn’t ignore the pleased note in his words, and my heart sang. He pushed up with his hips, and pulled me down and thrust deep in one move, before lifting me up again. I might be on top, but Dean was calling the shots. As usual.
God. It felt incredible.
His rhythm was smooth, every move controlled. Every pass made my clit buzz, enough to excite, but not to make me come. Did he know that? Of course he did.
“I want to feast on your tits, but I like keeping you fully dressed while I fuck you.” He pressed a long kiss on my mouth, nipping my lower lip before he withdrew. “How does your ass feel now, Steph? Worth being naughty for this?”
He squeezed my butt cheeks, and the zing went straight between my legs.
“Yes. Oh yes.” I panted between words. I wanted his hands everywhere. His lips on my nipples. His fingers across my sensitive clit. Orgasm was a breath away, but he made me wait. It would be on his terms, and I was very happy with that.
“Look up, little sandy girl. I can see the stars coming out.”
I was seeing stars already, but I followed his gaze. Sure enough, pinpricks of light sparkled in the velvet sky.
“Hot sex outside,” I whispered.
“Damn right.” His breathing was choppy, his thrusts less controlled. He kissed me again, his lips warm and his breath sweet.
I was drowning in him.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Hang on.”
It was the only warning he gave. He picked up the pace, hammering into me, every move pushing me further over the edge.
I came with a shout, clenching his shirt so tight, I didn’t think I’d ever let go.
He jerked inside me—once, twice more—and then groaned when he came, pulling me down onto his cock until he was spent.
I couldn’t move. All my senses rang out, and my body hummed like a well-oiled machine. Fuck, but that was good. I dropped my head, my breathing uneven.
Dean lifted my chin and claimed a kiss. “I hate to move you, but I need to get rid of the condom.”
I tried to get up, and my knees trembled. I managed an exhausted laugh. “You’ve broken me. My legs don’t work.”
“Can’t have that.” He closed one hand around his dick, and held the condom in place, and helped me move with the other.
I sank onto the cushions and tugged my skirt down. My ass tingled when I sat, and it probably would for a while. I fucking loved it.
What happened now? More sex in his bed? I was up for anything Dean wanted. I trusted him. He made sure I was good with everything.
“Hey.” He touched my face. “Where d’you go?”
“Enjoying the moment, is all.”
“Enjoy it a bit longer. Come here.” He opened his arms, and I crawled to him and nestled against his chest. He smelled of sex and something essentially Dean. My new favourite fragrance. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed a series of tiny kisses along my hairline. “I need to know what else you’ve never done, so we can tick everything off. Where possible, obviously,” he rumbled against my ear.
I’d do anything for him.
That’s when it struck me.
I’d known Dean for a few days—that was all. Less than a week. I wasn’t as fixed as I imagined. Nowhere near.
I’d just swapped one set of addictions for another.