Page 24 of Dean (Unexpected #9)

DEAN

“There. That’s the last of it,” I say as I shut the fridge and turn to see Avery leaning against the kitchen table, his skirt riding up his legs. He’s been torturing me all day in that short skirt, that tiny shirt, and those fucking pigtails.

And damn, those long legs. I’ve been staring at them all fucking day.

“You trying to tempt me to take you right here?” I ask as I prowl toward him. “Because I will. I’ll flip you over and fuck you raw.”

“Oh god, maybe I am,” he says. “Everyone is gone. My sister is out with friends. I think you could take me anywhere you want.”

My hands move to his waist and I tug his shirt up, my skin meeting his. He’s warm and soft, and fuck, I want to lick the entirety of him. Bite and kiss. Mark him.

“Oh my gawd, are you growling? You know I go feral for that,” Avery moans as my hands move to his ass and I pick him up. His legs wrap around my back and I carry him to the bedroom where all the supplies are. I want him wet and open for me.

I want to watch him writhe beneath me. Or on top .

Fuck, I don’t care. I just want to get inside of him.

I went from a man who didn’t have sex for ages to having it all the time. And it never gets old. Not with Avery. My husband.

The love of my life.

With a heave, I toss Avery onto the bed, watching him bounce slightly as I tug his skirt off. Then my fingers move to his shirt, ripping it from his head. Fuck, those pigtails. I want to pull them while I fuck into him.

“Keep the knee-high socks on,” I say as he starts to remove them. “They’re fucking perfect.”

He lets out a small sigh, his hand moving to his dick, stroking it as I grab the lube, spurting some on his hard length, and then putting some on my fingers.

“Gonna open you up,” I say lowly as I move toward him, still fully clothed. I don’t have the patience to remove anything right now. At this moment, I just want him panting and begging.

His legs spread and my fingers find his hole, pushing inside after playing with his rim for a few seconds. I slip in easily, one finger and then two, making him moan with each inch I give him until I’m scissoring him open.

His hand is still stroking his cock, the head leaking, and I lean down, my tongue swiping the pre-cum away.

I never thought I’d suck dick, but damn, I like it with him. I like everything about Avery.

“Oh god, if you suck my dick, I will come.”

I press a kiss to his hip and then lean over him, capturing his mouth with mine.

“Not yet. You come later.”

He groans as I pull my fingers from him, staring down at his gaping hole. It’s perfect. Ready for me.

“Take your clothes off,” Avery begs, and I do as he asks, shucking my shirt and pants off quickly and lubing up my cock with deft precision. I’ve had plenty of practice at this point.

He watches it all with a heaving chest, his cheeks pink, his dick pulsing between his legs.

“Turn over. I want you on your hands and knees first. ”

He flips over without a word of protest, wiggling his ass as he presses his cheek to the mattress.

“Give it to me, Dean. Hard. Pull my hair. Make me scream.”

“If that’s what you want,” I grunt.

I slot my cock at his hole, grab his pigtails in one hand, and thrust forward. He cries out as his ass engulfs my dick, making my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, he’s tight. Warm. Perfect. My hips slam forward again and again, pulling at his hair so roughly that his back arches up, his fingertips barely touching the mattress, his throat completely exposed.

I can’t help but lean forward, my chest against his back, and bite down on his shoulder, leaving my mark where everyone can see.

Mine.

“Dean,” he moans as I hold my cock inside of him. He’s impaled on me. I love it when he’s like this. I can feel the shudder of his rim pulsing around my dick and it drives me wild. “Move. Please move.”

“Only because you asked nicely,” I murmur.

“You’re filthy,” Avery says with a laugh as I drag a hand down his spine. He shivers as I pull out of him until just my tip is inside and then slam back into him. He groans, grappling with the sheets as I use him, fuck him, make him scream. And then I pull out and flip him over, pushing his knees into his chest and thrusting back inside. He groans and reaches up to grasp my head, pulling me down for a kiss.

Our tongues tangle as I fuck into him, swallowing down his whimpers.

“Dean. Dean . I’m coming. I’m coming ,” he gasps, and I feel his cock twitch as he releases against his abdomen, his back arching, the veins in his neck bulging. I just fuck him through it, not letting up. I savor the tightness of his rim around my hard length as I continue to piston my dick in and out of him.

“Can you take more?” I ask, and he sighs, pulling me against him and kissing me sweetly.

“Take whatever you want from me, love.”

I rub my nose against his and look into his eyes, my hips thrusting in and out of him, the pleasure driving me higher and higher with each push forward .

“I love you,” I say, and he bites down on my earlobe, whispering, “I love you too.”

Those words, coupled with the feeling of him surrounding me push me over the edge. I spill into him with a low, desperate moan, and he holds me to him as I slowly fall from the high.

With a heavy exhale, I burrow my face into his neck as he strokes his hand through my hair.

“You should wear pigtails more often, and those socks are fucking nice, Avery.”

“I will. I like driving you crazy,” he says, and I chuckle, leaning in to kiss him gently.

“You do. You make me fucking nuts.”

“I have accomplished many things, husband. But this is the one I’m most proud of.”

I let myself slip from him and then sit up, watching as my release is expelled from his body. He lets me stare at it too. He knows how much I enjoy seeing what I’ve done to him.

I swipe a finger through the mess on his ass and drag it along his cock. “Come on. Let’s go take a bath. And maybe, if you’re good, I’ll eat your ass and pull your pigtails while I do it.”

Avery rolls out from beneath me and sprints to the bathroom at record speed.

“I’m ready. Don’t make a boy wait!”

I won’t. I’ll never make him wait another goddamn day in his life.

Thank you so much for reading! For those of you who suspected, Lexi and Ryder are from Clueless by Willow Thomas.

And yes, Bane and Kit will eventually have a book. Just not together.