“I thought I did. I mean, guys like him,” I tell him honestly, because he’s right. We’re both too old to be playing stupid games. “But not so much anymore. Younger guys just don’t seem to do it for me now.”
Dean just gives me a tight nod.
“Good answer.”
The quietly muttered words are barely out of his mouth before his hands are cupping my cheeks, tugging me forward, and crashing his mouth down to mine.
I have fantasized about this moment since the first time he called me sugar. Now that I finally know what it feels like to have Dean’s mouth on mine, I immediately know I’m never going to be the same again. When his tongue pushes past my lips and tangles with mine, all I can do is clutch the front of his shirt in my hands and hold on for the ride. As soon as he groans into my mouth when I push up on my toes and kiss him right back, I am completely lost.
Dean’s hands quickly drop from my face. He slides them under my ass and lifts me up against him like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms wrap around his broad shoulders, and my ankles lock together behind him. Through it all, he never stops devouring me with his mouth, and I don’t even realizing he’s moving us until my back hits the wall.
And then he’s just on me. Everywhere, all at once. The heavy weight of his powerful body pinning me to the wall, hands still clutching my ass, fingertips digging into my flesh as he rolls his hips between my thighs, letting me feel how much he wants me. I moan into his mouth when the thick bulge in his jeans rubs against me, wishing there wasn’t so much clothing separating us.
I need relief from the ache he’s creating while he claims my mouth and claims me. Every deep swipe of his tongue through my mouth sends tingles through every part of my body, until I’m whimpering and moaning into his mouth, churning my hips against him, my hands clutching handfuls of his hair at the nape of his neck, until I’ve completely forgotten where we are. Right now, it’s just the two of us, making out like teenagers, and I’ve never felt more alive.
He rocks his body between my thighs like he was made to be there, and he kisses every thought, and worry, and argument out of my head until there’s nothing left behind in there but want and need for this man.
I want him to erase all the doubts in my head, and I need him to make me feel alive in the way that only he can.
Suddenly, Dean’s mouth is wrenching away from mine. He’s still pinning my body to the wall, his hands are still gripping my ass, and I’m still throbbing with need, panting against his mouth so hard I’m not sure I’ll ever catch my breath again.
“You have two choices, sugar,” Dean speaks against my lips, his hips jerking between my thighs and making a whimpered moan come out of me again. “You can unwind these pretty legs from around me, put your feet back on the ground, and go back out to the party, or…”
He trails off to stare down at my mouth when my tongue darts out to wet my lips. My thighs tighten around him, making him let out a muttered curse when I swivel my hips, shamelessly rubbing myself against him.
“Or?” I breathe against his mouth.
“Or, you can point me to the nearest empty room, so I can rip these clothes from your body and fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”
“Second door on the left. Ed’s office is never locked,” I quickly reply in one breath.
Chapter 15
Laura
“You’re gonna fucking ruin me, aren’t you?”
“Wait, stop!”
I want to take back the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth. Dean immediately jerks his head back from the side of my neck where his lips were attached, and his fingers stop working on the buttons of my shorts to quickly bring his hands up between us, palms facing me.
“What’s wrong? What do you need?”
I just smile up at him when he asks me that, trying to slow my breathing after being carried in here to Ed’s office with Dean’s mouth fused to mine the entire way, until he kicked the door closed behind us. With my legs still locked around his waist, we ripped each other’s shirts off, and I had just enough time to appreciate the glory and beauty that is Dean’s ripped chest and abs covered in ink before his mouth sealed right back to mine. He carried me the rest of the way into the room, deposited me on the edge of Ed’s desk, and we’ve been making out and clawing at each other on top of it for the last few minutes. Until I had to go and ruin it. I absolutely do not want to stop right now, but before we go any further, something… delicate needs to be discussed.
“I left my purse at the bar.”
Dean just blinks at me as he slowly drops his hands, placing his palms on top of my bare thighs.
“I have protection.”
“Oh good. That’s perfect.” I nod seriously, like this is really what my concern was.
It’s not, by the way.
I forget what my concern was for a second when my eyes drop down to watch Dean’s hands slowly slide up my bare thighs. His big, rough hands covered in ink, against my pale thighs that automatically fall open wider for him so he can step right back between them. My eyes flutter closed when he leans down and puts his mouth back on the side of my throat.
One of his hands comes off my thigh and slides around the back of my neck. When his hand keeps sliding up into my scalp until he’s clutching my hair in his fist, a desperate whimper flies out of my mouth as he tugs, pulling my head back and giving him better access to my neck. My ankle hooks around the back of his leg, and I pull him closer, my hands gripping tightly to his thick, corded biceps. More sounds come out of me when his cock hits my center again, and his mouth moves over my throat, grazing his teeth against my skin as he kisses his way up to my lips, until I’m rubbing myself against him again.