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Rissa

Iknew the vibrations would be sensational, but I didn’t realize how intense they would make everything. There is a ball of something spinning around and around in my core, and I don’t know what to do or how to control it. All I know is that it will change my life forever when I release it, and I want to find out how. I bounce on top of Dean, not caring about anything else except chasing this high.

Hearing Dean moan and cuss at the extraordinary feelings we are both experiencing only drives me higher. Then he lifts my shirt up to my neck, not taking it off, and pulls my bra cup down before attacking my breast, and I finally find out what exactly happens when I let go. I come, and I come hard.

There is no way I could ever have imagined sex could be this relaxing but also intense at the same time. My mind isn’t racing, I’m not bothered by the loud sound of the bike, I’m solely focused on Dean, and it’s amazing. This must be what it feels like to be neurotypical, but at the same time, I know that’s a foolish thought. All that I’m feeling I know is only because of Dean.

“Shit, I can feel you coming. You’re pulling me over the edge with you too, baby,” Dean says, gripping my hips and lifting me, then pulling me down hard. He takes control and moves me exactly how he needs me. He uses my body to get off, and I love it. I feel connected to him like I never have before, and that feeling only increases when I feel him release deep inside me.

“You know you’re stuck with me forever now, right?” Dean says, placing his forehead on my chest and breathing deeply, trying to calm himself while I do the same thing. Then the sensory overload pulls back in, and I cover my ears at the loud sound of the motorcycle’s engine. I curl up into Dean as much as possible with him still inside of me.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry,” he says, turning off the bike, tucking my ear against his chest, and covering my other ear with his hand when he realizes the sound is becoming too much for me again. The beating of his heart calms me instantly, and the rhythm starts to lull me back into reality.

“Are you okay, baby? I’m so sorry, Rissa,” Dean says, and for once, I recognize someone else’s feelings from the tone of his voice. He’s worried about me, at least, I think that’s what it is. Concern.

“I’m fine. It just rushed at me all at once, but I’m fine,” I say, wanting to calm him. Another first for me.

“How about I get you home? It’s getting late, and I don’t want you on the back of my bike when it gets dark. Sometimes it can get cold,” Dean says, and I nod.

We fix our clothing; Dean helps me with my earplugs and helmet before getting back on his bike and heading towards my house. Now, I know for sure that Dean was following me the other night when I drove home. I didn’t have to give him directions, he knows exactly where I live, and we pull into my driveway about ten minutes later. Dean helps me off the back of his bike but doesn’t climb off. I turn to him.

“I want you to stay with me,” I say honestly.

“Are you sure? You aren’t worried about your parents coming home and finding me with you in your room?” he asks, looking up at my big house and swallowing hard.

“They won’t be home until late tomorrow. Even if they do come home, I’m eighteen, you’re eighteen. We are both adults,” I say, shrugging. After all, it is logical.

“If you’re sure? I don’t want to cause problems with you and your parents,” he says, climbing off the bike and following me up the steps to my front door.

“Believe me, you are the least of their problems,” I say, opening the doors and leading him inside.

I walk him up to my room, not bothering with a tour of the house. Hopefully, I’ll be out of this place sooner rather than later. Having my own place, with my own art studio, is my ultimate dream. When we make it to my room, I quickly undress and head to my attached bathroom. I turn the water on and turn to find Dean. He’s still standing in the doorway of my room, staring at my naked body.

“We need a shower before we lay in my bed. I can’t have dirt or anything on my sheets while I sleep,” I tell him.

“I’ll use any excuse to take a shower with you, baby,” he says before stripping and coming into the bathroom with me. I smile before jumping in and quickly rinsing off under the steaming hot water.

“Holy hell, how is your skin not melting away down the drain?” he asks, turning his back and pressing close to the wall away from the water. I chuckle before turning the water colder and moving so he can get under the spray. Dean picks up my shampoo, squeezes some into his hand, and starts messaging it into my scalp. It feels absolutely amazing, and I yawn at the relaxed state he’s putting me in.

“Come on, let’s hurry and finish so we can get you into bed,” Dean says as he quickly washes himself and hops out of the shower.

He wraps a towel around me and one around his waist before going back into the bedroom. I don’t worry about putting on clothes. I prefer to sleep naked. That way, the clothes aren’t pulling at me throughout the night. Dean doesn’t say a word, just follows my lead and ditches the towel before climbing into bed and pulling me against his hard body.

I didn’t get a good look at him earlier when we were on his bike, but after seeing his entire body in the shower, especially his long and hard penis, I can feel wetness pooling between my thighs. I rub my legs together, trying to ease some of the ache, but it doesn’t work. I feel Dean’s hand run down my belly and cup my pussy. He buries one finger deep inside me, instantly cooling the ache.

“I won’t take you again tonight, baby, as much as I want to. You’re going to be sore enough tomorrow; I won’t make it worse,” he says, and I nod in agreement. As much as I want him again, he’s right. I don’t want to be in pain tomorrow, and just having him touch me now is good enough. I fall asleep within minutes, wrapped safely in his arms.

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“You are going to sit there and tell me you believe Metallica is a greater rock band than Nirvana?” Lexi nearly screams at Dean's friend Joey. It’s been a few weeks since Dean and I started dating, and his friends have migrated to eating lunch with Lexi and me. That is, when we aren’t sneaking away. At the moment, I’m drawing another piece of artwork on Dean’s arm. This time it’s a dark-haired girl covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut. I didn’t know this was where this piece was going until I got there.

“No, I’m not saying that at all, but I swear it’s sexy as fuck when you get angry over rock bands,” Joey says, winking at Lexi. She rolls her eyes, but I see her cheeks getting noticeably pink.

“Smooth brother, real smooth,” Landon says, patting Joey on the back.

“How is Ricki doing, Landon? I noticed she isn’t at school today,” Brody asks, changing the subject.

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