Page 55 of Bittersweet Revenge
“Good observation.”
“You know it gets me hard when you’re a dick, right?”
He ignores my question and gives me one of his own. “Where do I put my shit?”
“Wherever.” I shrug. “Come blow me. I cleaned my dick off for you after and everything.”
“Fuck off.”
“But you like my cock so much. You wanted it last night.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Yes, you’ve told me.”
He drops his bags, closes the door, and walks over to me. I set the book on the mattress beside me, and he watches it, this longing in his eyes as if it’s precious to him.
Does he think I won’t take care of it? Because I will. Books are my prized possessions. I’ve loved reading for as long as I canremember, love the escapism, but this one, I’ll be even gentler with because it’s his. “I’m waiting.”
Dean unbuttons and unzips my jeans, hooking his fingers in the band and tugging them down with my underwear. Just seeing him got me throbbing, but the second he walked over and I knew he was going to do what I said, I went hard in an instant.
He wraps a hand around my shaft, giving me a long, slow stroke. “It gets me hard when you’re a dick too. Know what else does?” Dean climbs onto the bed. He’s still wearing my clothes, and I fucking love that. I shouldn’t have told him to go home and get his things, so he would have no choice but to walk around wearing my things.
“What?”
“How much you fucking want me.” He leans down and nips at my lip. “That you were up here waiting for me. That you want me in your house because youcraveme.”
I don’t need the rest of his words. I need his mouth. His prickly, buzzed hair pokes at my palm when I tug him closer. We’re ravenous for each other, like we’ve been denied something we needed our whole lives and now we have it.
I push my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply while he strokes me.
Dean doesn’t let me enjoy his mouth for long before he rips it away. My complaint dies on my tongue when he bends over and takes my cock to the back of his throat.
My hand holds firm at the back of his head while Dean bobs on my dick. The wet suction of his mouth is to die for. Seeing him so fucking hungry for me is the best aphrodisiac, but even more than that, it makes me feel more powerful than anything I’ve ever done. Than people who do everything I say, or walking into a room and knowing I can get away with anything.
Dean is more potent than all of it combined.
“Let me fuck your pretty mouth,” I tell him, holding the sides of his head now and thrusting my hips forward. Dean takes it, gags on it, for it, his fingers digging into my hips like he doesn’t want to let me go.
I don’t stop him when he pulls off. He buries his face in my balls, licking and sucking on them, while I pet his head. “You’re so good at taking my cock. You hate it, but you want to be my good boy.”
I cry out when he bites my thigh, but then a laugh falls from my lips. He’s unpredictable, and that shouldn’t be a good thing, but with Dean, everything seems to be.
“Or maybe I just want to possess you the way you want to with me.” He swallows my dick again, using his hand and his mouth in tandem to make me race higher and higher. He’s not even naked, and he’s the sexiest person I’ve ever seen. All anger, sadness, strength, and vulnerability that reaches me on levels no one else has found.
The blowjob just started, and I’m already seconds away from shooting, want to see him take down my cum so I’m marking him on the inside the same way I do with his skin.
“That’s it. Take my dick, little fighter. You want it, don’t you, want all my cum. Bet you’d let me come in that sweet little ass of yours too, wouldn’t you?”
He looks up at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes. His pupils flare. Jesus, he fuckingwantsthat. Wants me to take him raw, and if I do that, he really will belong to me.
My hips pump forward at the thought. Colors dance behind my eyelids as my balls draw up, the fight not to come already lost. I fill his mouth, Dean swallowing me down until he’s milked me dry.
He shoves onto his knees, ripping down his shorts—my shorts—and working his cock furiously.
I lift my shirt for him, giving him my abs to paint because I’m sure as shit not wasting his load anywhere except on or in me.
Just as he’s about to come, veins bulging in his arm and bruised neck, he changes positions, gets closer to my face in time for the first spurt of his cum to hit me in the cheek. The next is on my mouth, and the cocky motherfucker grins.
