Page 53 of The Bones We Break
“Are you wet for me baby?” He whispers seductively in my ear, loud enough for only me to hear considering we’re still in the company of Eli and Cecilia, the girls and Lyla ended up passing out in the house after running riot all afternoon. My eyes flit between Eli and Cecilia, noticing that they’re not paying us any attention, the both of them too preoccupied with their own conversations. Dean’s question hangs in the air as he continues to trace circles across the apex of my thighs under the table. He chuckles to himself, a dark deep sound as I wiggle around in my seat, giving him the answer without even opening my mouth. Dean brings his lips to the shell of my ear again and I willingly tip my head to the side so my heated skin comes in contact with his lips, desperate for any sort of touch that I can get. “I bet your pussy is dripping under those tiny shorts, your juices mixing with my cum.” His voice is dark and sultry and I have to clamp my teeth together to stop myself from whimpering. I turn my head and shoot daggers into him for teasing me like this. The emerald green of Dean’s eyes darkenright in front of me as his mouth spread into a devilish grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, the reaction he’s wanting to cause and I’m giving him exactly what he needs.
“Maybe we should head home and you can find out?” I throw a tease right back at him and his hand disappears under the table to straighten out his pants. “You’re a bad girl, mama.” I raise my eyebrows, feigning a look of innocence and bat my eyelashes at him. Eyeing the tick in his sharp jaw, I know I’ve got him exactly where I want him. He’s so easy to tease and I’m desperate to see how far I can push him until he combusts.
Dean immediately stands from his seat and clears his throat, then turns towards Eli and Cecilia who have been deep in conversation for the past half an hour. “We’re gonna head home guys. Thanks for having us. Eli, I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?” A look passes between Dean and Eli and I can’t quite pinpoint what it is but I’m sure if it’s a concern Dean will tell me. We say our goodbyes and Cecilia brings me into her arms.
“Remember what I said,mi amor,I’m here if you ever need to talk.” Nodding my head I tighten my arms around her. “Thank you. I’ll be sure to grab your number from Dean.” I whisper into her ear and step away, then loop my arm through Dean’s as we make our way back into the house to leave. Passing the living room I notice the girls and Lyla sprawled out on the couch, an image flashing in my mind at the thought of ever having my own children. I’ve never felt very maternal, especially with having absent parents, I’d never want my children to have the childhood I had. Lyla’s ears prick up at the sound of us entering the hallway and she lazily climbs off the couch like a child who’s fallen asleep at a party surrounded by adults.
“Thank you again for having us. I’ve had a great time and it seems Lyla has too.” I drop my hand to Lyla’s head and give her a quick scratch, then step out of the house towards Dean’struck. Lyla jumps in the back first and I immediately feel Dean’s burning gaze on my back as I climb into the truck, his hand finds the back of my thighs to guide me into my seat before leaning in to strap the seatbelt over my front.
“You know I’m more than capable of doing that myself?” I say, our faces are mere inches from each other. A grin spreads across his face as he pulls the seatbelt tight over my breasts and I suck in a sharp breath at the tingling sensation over my nipples, my core quickly tightening. “You’re capable of many things, pretty girl. I just like knowing that I’ve got you strapped in place, that’s all.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips before climbing into the driver’s side and starting the engine, then he swings his arm over the back of my seat and reverses out of the driveway, the act is so simple yet why is my skin burning up as I watch him. The tension in the truck is palpable, like a livewire that’s ready to spark a light the moment it comes into contact with water, that’s how close I am to exploding with burning hot lust. Wriggling around in my seat, I slip my hands underneath my thighs to stop me from fidgeting as Dean’s hand creeps closer and closer to the frayed edge of my shorts, his fingertips ghosting over the apex of my thighs. Keeping my eyes forward I focus on the yellow lines of the road slipping under the truck at speed, the street lights whizzing by in a blur, the fucking numbers on the dashboard, anything to keep me from begging him to rail me. Lyla’s soft snores in the back have me quickly snapping back into reality and that’s enough for me to reel in my arousal because there’s nothing worse than a dog looking at you whilst you engage in the downward Tango. I just know she would judge me.
The treeline of Dean’s property quickly comes into view and I blow out a sigh of relief at the sight.
“Everything okay over there baby?” He teases.
“Yes. Everything’s perfect. I’m just glad to be home.” The white lie slips through my teeth like water and Dean’s deep laugh rumbles through the truck at my flustered state. I was supposed to be the one to tease him, to push him yet here I am, a hot fucking mess. The house is illuminated in a white glow from the headlights then it’s quickly thrown into darkness as Dean cuts off the engine, and I waste no time in unbuckling the seatbelt and exiting the truck, trying to put some well needed distance between myself and Dean because if he touches me one more time, I know I will explode.
Lyla’s soft footsteps land on the wooden porch steps as she makes her way up to the front door and waits for us to let her in, and I immediately feel Dean’s powerful presence at my back, his heat singes my bare arms and a cold shiver runs up my spine. I feel him close the gap between us and lean over my side to slide the key into the lock before pushing it open to allow Lyla to enter the house first, she sprints inside and dashes straight into the spare bedroom that was mine. She isn’t usually allowed to sleep in the bed but I don’t think Dean has the heart to tell her, so she’s fully claimed that space for her own now. The moment we enter the house, I immediately put the space between us and begin to walk down the hallway towards our bedroom. The moment I lift my hand to push the door open, I’m frozen in my tracks as Dean’s voice echoes through the silent house.
“You better not take another step into that bedroom.” My hand is frozen in time, just mere inches away from the bedroom door, and I slowly spin on my heels to face Dean who’s still standing in front of the door, his frame completely blocking the exit. My chest begins to heave at his demanding stare, the way his arms flex and relax at his side, the material of his t-shirt stretching taut across his physique. He stands with his legs parted slightly, exuding power, a force so commandingthat I daren’t take my eyes off of him. He’s removed his cap, the onyx strands of his hair falling over his forehead, the odd wave covering his deep green eyes. He’s looking like the villain of every book I’ve ever read and we all know how helpless we are when it comes to those. This man could ask me to bark and I would.
Dean tips his head ever so slightly to the side and I can feel his eyes roaming over every inch of me, like he’s eyeing up a prize.
“You obey me so perfectly baby.” His voice is low and smooth, the sensual notes washing over me. He closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his head, a small sigh leaving his mouth like he’s in pain before his eyes snap back to mine again. I’m rendered powerless under his watch.
“It’s taken everything I have to not touch you tonight. To not claim you in front of everyone, to not feel your lips on mine and my fingers inside your wet pussy. I’m not a patient man when it comes to you, Ana. You drive me fucking crazy and I’m done waiting to claim you again.” I feel my whole body tremble at his words.
“So what are you waiting for?” I throw back at him and I know I’ve really poked the bear with my words because he laughs, he laughs so sarcastically and the smug grin on his face tells me everything I need to know. He might beg for me, but I’ll always be the one on my knees for him. Dean slips his hands so casually into his pockets.
“I want you to crawl to me, mama.” I feel like a deer stuck in headlights at his words, my eyes bugging wide but I quickly sever the eye contact between us for a moment, and look down at the hardwood floor, imagining myself crawling on all fours towards the man I love. The act is so degrading but I can feelmyself growing more desperate to have him, to please him.
“Get down on your hands and knees, pretty girl.” I run my tongue over my lower lip then pull it into my mouth before lowering myself to the floor as Dean watches my every move. A deep groan vibrates through his chest that has me clenching my thighs and I wait for his next command. “Fuck. Look at you. You’re such a good fucking girl for me.” His praise fires straight into my lower belly and I can’t hold in the whimper that leaves my mouth as Dean leaves me hanging in silence, the hardwood floor causing my knees to ache, but I hold my position.
“Crawl to me baby, nice and slow.”Holy shit.Lifting my head I let my hair fall over one shoulder and begin to crawl towards Dean, the coldness of the floor penetrates my skin and my body shivers as I slowly close the gap between us until I’m right at his feet, and all I can see is his black cargo pants and boots. I’m not in that position for long before I’m hoisted into the air and I cry out at the sudden movement, Dean’s arms wrap under my thighs, his hands gripping my ass tightly and I instantly wind my arms around his neck to stop me from falling to the floor. I’m swiftly carried over to the kitchen island and plonked down on the solid surface, the force ricocheting through me, then Dean fills the space between my legs before he places a hand into the centre of my chest to lie me down. The warm lights from the kitchen ceiling hang above me, illuminating us with a glow.
Lifting myself up, I rest on my elbows as Dean makes quick work of my boots before dropping them to the floor then he slides his rough palms up my legs until they reach the button on my shorts.
“Dean.” I breathe out. “What are you doing?”
“I’m eating. Now lie back.”
Pleasure blooms across my skin at his words and I followhis order and plaster myself to the cold surface of the unit as he yanks my shorts down my legs before throwing them with my discarded boots. I’m completely bare for him from the waist down and for the first time I feel zero shame, in fact I feel powerful from the fact that this man is so desperate to have me, that he’ll willingly eat me out on his kitchen island without a care in the world. Dean pushes my thighs apart and spreads my pussy open with his fingers and I whimper at the touch.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me baby.” He growls out and I lift my hips, desperately wanting him to touch me more. “You remember your safe word?” He asks so matter of fact and I nod.
“Ye.. Yes.” I murmur through bated breaths.
“Good. Because I’m about to fuck you hard I’ll have you seeing stars.”
I open my mouth to reply but my words get lodged in my mouth as Dean smashes his mouth to my pussy and sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers pushing deep into me then proceeds to scissor them, spreading me open. My back arches off the cold unit and my hands find purchase in his hair as I tug at the roots causing him to groan as he sucks at my tender flesh, the vibrations from his voice spread over me and I moan loudly. “Ohhhh. Fuck!” I don’t recognise my own voice as Dean pushes another finger inside of me then he picks up pace as he slides in and out, curling upwards everytime he slides back in. I feel like a demon has taken over my body and Dean is exercising me. My body shakes, and my blood boils as the pleasure that flies through me at a million miles an hour.
I immediately feel empty as Dean removes his fingers and I begin to protest, but then his tongue replaces them and a whole other world of sensations spread over me as he forces his tongueinto my pussy, his forefinger and middle finger circle my clit and I begin to spasm, the impending orgasm threatening to drown me. Dean slips his tongue free from pussy and then flattens it over my slit before a warm, wet sensation lands on my skin causing me to look down to see him spitting onto my pussy then his eyes snap to mine, his beard coated in my arousal.
“You trust me mama?” I feel my eyes dart over his face and I nod. “Yes. I trust you.” I say through heavy breaths as I feel his fingers dip back into my pussy before his ring finger slides further down towards my ass. He circles the tight ring with his saliva and pushes gently.
“Have you ever been touched here baby?” My eyelids flutter closed at the forbidden sensation. “No. No, never.” My answer elites a grunt from him. “Fuck. I can’t wait to slide into this virgin hole one day then, but for tonight my fingers will do.” I don’t even have the right words to say to him as he continues to fill me completely with two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass, the delicious sting radiates throughout me and I cry out as he begins to finger fuck me again whilst his other hands swirls over my clit, alternating between his fingers then his mouth. My hips buck and I feel a tightening in my stomach, and my pussy clamping down on his fingers.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come!”I moan heavily as he continues his onslaught. “That’s it baby. Come all over my fucking fingers then you’ll come all over my cock too.” Dean’s words swirl over me, becoming louder then growing quieter as I feel myself being overtaken by a drowning orgasm. The release feels like it’s never ending and I struggle to catch my breath. Dean slips his fingers free from my holes then pulls me up to a sitting position in front of him, the room around me spins for a moment but it rights itself again the moment his lips crash to mine and I open my mouth to let his warm tongue inside. He breaks away, leavingme longing for more before I’m thrown into a different position as my feet land on the cold kitchen floor, then I’m immediately bent over the countertop, but not before Dean lifts my shirt so my naked breasts make contact with the cold stone. I hiss at the contact and my skin breaks out in goosebumps.
