Page 71 of Dean

My fingers splay across his hip, my other hand dragging up his side.He trembles against me and I can’t help but let out a long exhale. Everything about him is perfect. The way he fits against me, the way he smells. He’s incredible.

My face tucks into his neck and my lips brush against his wet skin.

“Fuck me. Oh god, fuck me, Dean. I want that. I want it.”

I freeze, my fingers curling into his hip.

“I’m prepped. I’m…I’m safe. I’m so fucking ready.”

He turns his head slightly, and I meet his gaze over his shoulder.

“You could just slip inside,” he whispers, his cheeks red, his pupils blown out.

“I could,” I reply as my hand moves across his stomach and to his cock. My fingers wrap around it, the perfect size. He’s smaller than me, thinner too, but I know from just feeling it that it would look perfect on him.

Just like everything else.

“Oh fuck!” he cries out when I stroke from tip to base. “Oh, shit!”

I do it again and his ass grinds back against my cock, working the sensitive length. I could. I could slip inside of him. I could just nudge the rim of his ass and push forward. He’d take me, just like he took that plug.

I slowly shuttle my fist up and down his dick as I let my lips trail up his neck, feeling that thundering pulse against my mouth. He’s moaning loudly now, his head thrown back against my shoulder as I hold him up.

But I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t do this. He’s so much younger, he has so much ahead of him, and I have so much baggage. I have so much I still need to work through. Right?

And yet, still, I bend my knees and drag my dick up his crack, the head of my cock hitting his rim and catching there.

Maybe just the tip.

The tip won’t count.

It never counts.

His fingers scramble for purchase on the wet tile wall as I do it again and again, tempting fate. If I happen to slip inside, it’s meant to be.

I angle my hips, making sure to hit that sensitive ring each time,and when I slant my body back and the head of my cock ends up pushing inside, I know that this is it. Avery gasps in surprise, his forehead hitting the wall, his ass arching back to try to take more of me. But I hold on to him, keeping him in place.

“Dean.”

“Just the tip, Avery. Just this.”

“It’s not enough,” he moans, and I agree. It’s not.

I want more.

“You’re so big,” he moans as he wiggles against me, making my eyes cross. But I still hold him tightly. “I can tell. Just from this.”

My fingers flex against his skin and I feel the tremble move through his limbs, his legs growing weak. My hand slips off his cock and drags up the indent of his spine.

“Please. Please. I can’t…I need more, Dean. Fuck me. Oh god, I’m going to die.”

“You want more?” I ask, and he swallows so loudly that I hear it over the ringing in my ears.

“Yes, I want more. I want your cum inside of me. I want you to mark me inside and out.”

His arms stretch out, fingers grabbing onto the top of the shower as I push in a little more.

“Fuck. Yes. Oh god. More!”

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