Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Every flick of his tongue winds me up.

He pushes me right to the edge. Until the pressure inside me is so tight I can barely take it. Until all I can feel is this deep, desperate, impossible need to come.

With the next flick of his tongue, I unravel.

"Fuck. Dean." I tug at his hair, holding him against me.

My sex pulses with my orgasm. Tension unwinds in a big, beautiful wave of pleasure. It crests and rolls through my torso, my limbs, my fingers and toes.

"Fuck." He nips at my inner thigh. "I love watching you come." He plants a soft kiss on my pelvis as he pushes himself to his feet.

He's quick about pulling his t-shirt over his head. It's not like when we were at the beach. It's not a show for my attention.

He needs to be naked now.

I need him naked now.

God, how I need him naked.

I push myself up. Reach for his jeans. The button is a struggle, but I manage to undo it. To unzip him.

He pushes the denim off his hips and shimmies out of it.

Then it's the black boxers.

Fuck.

He's bigger than I remembered.

And that piercing.

It's…

I'm…

Fuck.

I stare up at him as I wrap my hand around his cock.

He shudders as I grip him tighter.

I pump him with a steady stroke.

Then another.

Another.

He's warm and hard under my hand. And it feels so fucking good, watching bliss spill over his expression.

I wind him up with steady strokes, then I bring my hand to his tip and brush his piercing. The silver barbell is curved. It goes from the center to the bottom of his tip.

I tease one end with my thumb.

Tease the other with my index finger.

Dean's hand knots in my hair.

He blinks his eyes open. Stares down at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.