Page 85 of Dean

“Oh,” he whispers, his hands sliding across my temples and pulling me into him. “Well, go on then.”

My lips fall to his, and he moans into my mouth. Needy. Loud. Mycock instantly perks up as I push my tongue into him. He tastes like mint, like tea leaves.He’s perfection, I think as I pull him closer to me, his ass on the edge of the counter, his legs wrapped around my hips. He fits perfectly against me. Like a puzzle piece. Completing me in so many ways.

A low groan slips from my throat and he swallows it, clinging to me tighter. It’s like he’s afraid this will end, like this could be it for us.

But it’s not. I’m just getting started. I want to try everything with him. So I kiss him for far too long, hungry for him, insatiable. I’m sure the breakfast he’s been cooking is growing cold but I don’t care. I don’t want to stop what I’m doing.

When we finally pull away, his lips are wet and pink, his skin slightly abraded from where my stubble scratched against him. He’s never looked more beautiful.

“Good morning,” I finally manage to say, my voice low and raspy.

“The best morning, really.”

I help him stand up and his legs tremble as he leans into me. I can feel his hard cock against mine, and I can’t help but drag the jersey up, feeling the slip of soft underwear around his groin.

“What are you doing?” he gasps as I pull the panties away from his hip with a finger and adjust his length under the waistband, keeping his dick more contained.

“There,” I say, feeling hot all over, like I’m going to combust. Like I’m going to explode.

Fuck. I want to touch his dick again. The shower wasn’t enough. None of it’s enough.

Tonight, I want to jack him off, watch his face as he comes. I want to think about it all day and then do it. I want to make myself wait for it.

“Dean, listen. You can’t just…go around touching my dick like that. I’m on a hair trigger here, okay? I’m like this close to blowing it. All the time.”

My eyes flash to his as my finger drags up the underside of his dick, making his lips part prettily.

“And that is not helping.”

“I’m gonna kiss you a lot today. Take lots of breaks to make sure I get what I need.”

He swallows roughly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes, we wouldn’t want you to be sad.”

I stare down at the small bulge beneath his jersey. “Better plan accordingly.”

“I’m—I—” He’s at a loss for words, letting me step back to give him space. My hand adjusts my own dick, and Avery peers down at it, his tongue peeking out almost as if in anticipation.

What would it be like for him to get on his knees and suck it? The thought has my skin zinging in excitement.

“How about we eat breakfast and then go to work?”

“Or I could suck your cock.”

“I’ll wait for that. I want to wait.”

He nods, his hands trembling slightly as he gets back to cooking. And I feel bad, mostly. But not really. Because I feel the same way. I’m so fucking excited about what today holds. For what I’m going to do to him at the end of it.

We make our way into work after eating hastily, and not thirty minutes into my shift, I make an excuse to go see him. I lock the office door, close the window blinds, and push him against the desk. Pens and papers scatter, the computer beeping wildly where he sits on the keyboard.

“Dean,” he breathes as I capture his lips, everything else disappearing at that moment. The way he says my name, like a prayer. A plea.

I can’t get enough of this. He’s addictive.

“I couldn’t wait,” I admit. “I couldn’t fucking wait.”

“You shouldn’t wait. You should come up here whenever you want to and do this.”

“I will.”

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