Page 9 of The Awakening

“What are you doing awake so early?” he asks me, kissing the top of my head and lifting me into his arms. Dean’s large hands cup my ass as he turns and heads back towards the kitchen.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I counter, not wanting to admit that my mind is entirely fucked up from training yesterday. I turn my head one last time to the glass door, hoping he may be there, but he’s not.

“What are you looking at?” he asks me, following my line of sight.

“Nothing, I was just watching the water.” I don’t know why I keep Colson’s shadow to myself. Maybe because even I know how crazy it would sound if I told him I think I saw a ghost. Or maybe because I want to keep our encounters between us. I kiss the tip of Dean’s nose as he sets me on the island and stands between my legs. He stares down at me for a moment, his expression growing somber.

“How are you feeling about today?” My stomach instantly flips at the thought of another session in virtual reality. I don’t want to show my fear, though, so I smile at him.

“I’m ready. It’s all in the past. I’ve handled it before, and I can handle it again.” Dean doesn’t look convinced, his eyes narrow into slits as he continues to stare at me. “I’m fine, Dean, really.” Leaning forward, I kiss his neck, generating a growl deep in his throat at my touch. I continue kissing my way from the base of his ear to just above his collarbone. His skin instantly heats beneath my touch, and his abs flex hard every time my lips come down on him.

“Should I stop?” I whisper against his skin. I feel the unmistakable bulge of what my touch is doing to him, pressing firm against my stomach. Threading his fingers through my hair and yanking my head back, he peers down at me, my scalp screaming at the pain of his grasp.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” he growls down at me, his lips brushing mine as he speaks. A sweet smile creeps across my face as I reach for the hem of his sweatpants. Reaching inside, I find his already erect cock as I wrap my fingers around his base and slowly begin to pump up and down. He shutters against my touch and presses harder into my hand as I glide my hand up and down his impressive length.

“Like this?” I tease, as our lips hover over one another. He doesn’t answer me. Instead, his lips crash to mine, his hand still firmly pressing against the back of my head as his tongue slips past my lips. Moaning into his mouth, I continue to pump his hard cock, a bead of precum slipping from his tip. Our breathing turns rapid as we consume each other’s mouths, licking and sucking, the sound of our lips smacking filling the kitchen.

Dean’s hand reaches around my head, his long fingers wrapping around my neck, squeezing ever so softly. Pushing me away by my throat, he leans my body back until I’m lying flat on the cold granite countertop.

“I love this view. My personal buffet, ready for me to devour.” Reaching for my sleep shorts, I lift my butt off the counter and allow him to yank them from my legs, my panties following along. Peering down at me, a devilish smile forms across his plump lips. My legs fall to the side, and his eyes lock on my already wet pussy.

“You’re glistening for me already, doll. It’s like you know how starved I am for you.” He leans forward, his lips slowly lapping up my folds, moaning as he takes in my arousal. “So fucking delicious. I can’t get enough.” His mouth finds my clit, his tongue strong as he licks and flicks my sensitive spot, making my legs twitch beneath his hold. Dean wraps his hands around my thighs, pulling me closer to his face as his mouth continues to devour me. His hot breath against my most sensitive spot ignites a fire in my core.

Arching my back, I put my hands on his head and push him closer to my pussy as my body fights to catch the orgasm that’s cresting within me. I don’t fight for very long—his deep growl between my legs has me crashing into my orgasm so hard my brain goes fuzzy with the pleasure that soars to my pussy. He continues licking and sucking at my release until I slowly start coming down from the euphoric waterfall. Lifting his face, he licks my release off his lips, desire burning through his gray eyes. He pulls his sweatpants down past his hips, his cock springing free.

Hard and ready.

Pulling me to the edge of the island by my thighs, he lines himself up with my throbbing center, teasing me with his tip as he continues to stare down at me. I’m suddenly so hot, my skin is vibrating with heat. I pull my sleep shirt over my head; the instant sensation of the cold island is like a shockwave as it hits my back. My breasts bob free, and I grab them both, rubbing and massaging them, the heat of Dean’s eyes egging me on.

“My dirty little girl, you like touching yourself?” He places a finger over my clit and starts making circular motions before continuing. “Touch yourself here, while I fuck your sweet pussy.” With one hand, I continue massaging my breast, but with the other, I obey his command and start making my own circular motions with my two fingers.

“Ughh, Dean, fuck me already.” He wastes no more time, thrusting his cock all the way inside me. I gasp at the sudden pain his length creates. The pain is a welcoming sensation as my pussy stretches for him before he pulls out and slams hard inside me again.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so tight for me.” Dean’s fingers are digging into my thighs as he uses them for stability. I close my eyes. “I reveal in the pleasure of my fingers moving faster against my clit as Dean’s cock fills me, and the euphoria within me grows once more.”

“Look at me while I fuck you.” Dean’s voice is muffled as my body continues reaching for the pleasure that’s soon to crash down on me.

“Look at me, Sloan.” His voice is stern, and when I open my eyes, he’s glaring down at me, and he’s close. “Remember who this pussy belongs to.” He slams his body into mine, his cock reaching that spot inside me, and I yell out as my orgasm floods my system, an avalanche of the most beautiful sensation filling me from the inside. Dean reaches his climax as well, his cock twitching inside me as his release fills me up. His body still flexing as he rides out his orgasm, still buried deep inside me.

Leaning his head down to my stomach, he starts kissing along my skin. Soft, peppery kisses cause me to shiver against him as his cock slowly starts to slide out of me. His lips venture up my abdomen and between my breasts, kissing and licking the sheen of sweat until he reaches my chin, giving it a small bite and finally landing on my lips. His hold on my thighs releases as I let my legs fall to the island. I can feel the evidence of his release falling down the insides of my legs, but I don’t care. I kiss Dean back as he presses his warm body against mine.

“I love you, baby girl,” he says in a whisper, kissing my cheeks, nose, and back to my lips.

“I love you too,” I reply, wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms fall around his neck. This is Dean, my gentle giant that fucks me hard but then kisses away the pain of it all.

“Alright, you two, as much as I want to jump in and join you, we have training to do.” Everett’s tone is soft and joking, but there is no doubt that he would definitely join if we didn’t already have a busy day ahead of us.

Pulling away from me, Dean gives me one last kiss on my nose before pulling me into a sitting position and helping me back into my sleep top. He then catches a wet washcloth from Everett and assists in cleaning me up before helping me step into my shorts. What a gentleman.

“Now go get dressed, love. I’ll get breakfast started before we head out.” Everett slaps my ass as I make my way to the stairs, but before leaving the kitchen, I turn to him.

“Next time, don’t wait for an invitation—you’re always welcome.” I blow him a kiss over my shoulder before exiting the kitchen.

“For fuck’s sake, mate, now I have a hard-on from watching the two of you.” Everett chuckles as he admits to Dean, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. Now I know, all three of them have a thing for watching, apparently.

My dirty, dirty men.

September 16, 2021

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