Page 79 of Bittersweet Revenge
Dean curses beneath his breath as he shoves my pants and underwear down. We’re both beat up from the fight, spots of black and blue I want to erase from his skin. “I only want you marked if it comes from my mouth.” I reach out, hold his chin, lash my tongue against his lips but pull back when he tries to kiss me. “But you did it for us. You don’t like anyone talking about trying to take you away from me any more than I do.”
This time, it’s Dean who grabs my face, and he slams his mouth down on mine. We kiss hard, hungrily, as I shove at his jeans and underwear, pushing them down. When we’re both naked, we step into the shower, mouths still fused together, ourlips magnetized, keeping us connected. Water cascades over our heads as we kiss, our hands seeking purchase on each other’s backs, asses, then back up again, as if we can’t touch each other enough.
I don’t want to lose him. How in the fuck can I keep him?
My family knows I’m bi. I’ve never hidden that shit, and it hasn’t been a problem, but I also know my father. He wants to make the rules. He wants to show control. He’ll want me with someone of his choosing, to use me as a political pawn to strengthen our position of power.
Still kissing, I grab the soap and lather his body, rubbing my hands all over him to get him clean, using soapy fingers between his ass cheeks to make sure he’s ready for me. Once we’re clean and rinsed, the grime of the day washed down the drain, I push him away from the spray, don’t stop until his chest is against the shower wall, then lower myself to my knees behind him.
“We good, baby?” I ask.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” He pushes his ass out and closer to my face.
I kiss his lower back, then nibble my way down to his ass cheek. My dick is hard and bobbing between my legs, but all that matters right now is pleasuring him, tasting him, showing Dean whom he belongs to. I spread his cheeks, Dean poking his ass out even more.
“Fuck. You’re dyin’ for it, aren’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“You can admit it. No one here but us. I’m dying for it too. You’re mine, Dean.”
“Show me. Fucking show me I’m yours. That you won’t change your mind. Not ever.”
Hearing him beg for it goes straight to my cock, but that’s not the only place it travels. My head, my chest, these places no one has ever reached before, places I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to get to.
I look down at his tight, pink hole, and my mouth waters. I would have a part of me inside him every day if I could—fingers, tongue, cock. I don’t even care as long as in one way or another, I’m possessing him.
Leaning in, I swipe my tongue across his rim, feel Dean tremble in response.
“More… I’ve never…”
“No one has ever eaten you out? Good. This ass is all fucking mine.” I dive in again, eating him like he’s my favorite meal, my last meal, the only one I’ll ever want or need.
Deep, hungry sounds rip from Dean’s throat, and I smile into his ass, loving that I’m driving him wild, that I’m having him in this way no one else ever has.
I sneak a hand around his body and stroke his cock while I continue savoring his ass, licking it, kissing it, face buried as deep as I can get it. I’m ravenous for him, feral on this level I know I’ll never experience with anyone but him.
How did I find this? Why does a part of me know Dean is it for me?
I continue to soften him up until I can push my tongue inside, fuck him with it, pleasure him, fill his mind and body with nothing but me.
“T…oh fuck…I can’t…so goddamned good.”
I let go of his cock, pull back, suck my finger, then push it inside him as far as it can go. “Look at you, writhing on my finger the way you’re going to do on my cock.”
“More. Give me fucking more.”
I fumble the bottle of waterproof lube but manage to get it open. Once I have my fingers lubed, I push two in, fucking him with them, alternating between watching his sexy, greedy ass suck them in and looking up at the way he gives his body to me, the way his head is slightly to the side so he can look down at meif he wants, how his lips are parted in pleasure, and the way his eyes watch me, then close when he’s feeling too much.
Each time I press against his prostate, I earn a pleasured sound from him, until I have three fingers worked up his ass, and I wish I could stick my whole goddamned hand up there.
Fisting has never been something I’ve even considered before, and I don’t know if it’s something I’d really even want right now, I just…can’t help but need more from him. Nothing I have of him is enough, and I don’t think it ever will be. I want to consume him.
“Get up here and fuck me, T. Need you to fill me up. I want your load.”
How does a guy turn that down? I love that we take each other raw now. We got tested after he fucked me the first time, got the all-clear, and there’s been nothing between us since.
I push to my feet, lube up my dick, and shove inside him in one swift thrust. I swear it feels like our bodies melt together. Dean’s hands are flat on the shower wall, mine over them, fingers tangled together as I let loose, pound into him, want to disappear inside him.
