Page 93 of The Fractured

His fingers skimmed up my sides, lifting the dress to fall over his wrists as his thumbs brushed over the curve of my breasts. In turn, he devoured the kiss with heavy breaths and grew harder against me.

“We have to be…quiet.” I arched my head back as he kissed the column of my throat. “Their bedroom is right above us.”

“Ah-huh.” He dragged his mouth hungrily along my skin as he slipped one hand down between my legs.

My thighs squeezed around his hand at the touch, and then he found what he was looking for: the silicone string of the two silver kegel balls still inside me. With a gentle and teasing tug from him, they began to slip loose.

The kissing stopped as Dean pulled back inches from my face to watch my reaction. A hint of a smile sat in the corner of his mouth while a faint gasp escaped me.

My body squeezed around the balls, reveling in the way they massaged their way out until they plopped into Dean’s palm with a faint click as the metal balls collided.

I thrummed around the subtle emptiness until Dean gently plunged his middle fingers into me, causing my hips to rock forward.

“Better?” he whispered onto my lips.

“Almost.” I brought my hand between us and curled my fingers around the tip of his cock. When I began stroking down along his shaft, there was a soft thud nearby as he let the kegels drop to the floor.

His hands slid over the curve of my backside before he effortlessly scooped me up, spreading my legs around his waist so that the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance.

He could’ve slipped me onto him so easily, but decided to hold off until I was laying on my back, on the bed. He wasted no time giving us what we wanted.

As I sank into the covers, he sank into me with ease and a soft moan.

I needed this— I wanted it. More so than I ever had. It excited and scared me all at once, fluttering my heart and stomach as goosebumps raised my skin where Dean’s lips traced my body. Across my neck and shoulders, he took his time as he slowly rolled his hips against me. But I needed more. More until every thrust had knocked every anxiety-filled thought from my brain.

When he brought his mouth to my breast, taking the lingerie fabric and my nipple between his teeth, a guttural moan left my body before I could stop myself.

Dean cupped a hand over my mouth, forcing me to finish the sound into his palm while my eyes rolled back.

“Youhave to be quiet,” he smirked down at me.

I nodded against his hand, which he replaced with his mouth as he started thrusting steadily.

A different sound suddenly filled the room; obnoxiously loud creaking, coming from the bed.

He paused, stopping short of filling me completely again.

“Shit,” he grunted.

I quickly looked around the room for an alternative, and then pointed at the windowsill seat. “There. Fuck me there, under the window.”

“Not the words I ever expected to come from your mouth, but alright.” He pulled up and got off the bed. His arm and back muscles rolled with the movements before he held out a hand to me.

His black hair was tousled messily, there was a playful gleam in his eyes, and his body…

My god.

In the darkness of the room, it was the moonlight pouring through the sheer curtain on the windows that outlined the edges of his body in a bluish hue.

I grinned, biting my lip, and placed my hand in his as if he were a gentleman offering me a hand from a cab. And like we weren’t about to participate in some debaucherous activity under the moonlight that bordered on pornographic and would leave my legs quaking by the end of the night.

I left my hand in his until I perched myself on the window seat and lay back, spreading my legs for him.

At the other end of the seat was a bath towel to be used by guests in the guestroom bathroom on the other side of the room. Dean picked it up and motioned with his fingers for me to lift my hips. I did so immediately, completely aware of the thoughts running through his mind. It was written on his face too with a knowing smirk; We didn’t have a condom, and the pristine, cream cushion cover beneath me was potentially too expensive to rinse in the basin later.

Dean gripped the backs of my knees as he knelt one of his own on the seat. When he brought himself closer, I angled my hips up until the tip of his cock pressed against me. He shifted his hands to my hips, watching what he was doing before he pushed his hips forward. Slowly at first, and then all at once, I was suddenly full again.

A quick gasp came out of me as my eyes wandered over his body. There was a muscle feathering in his lower abdomen as he began to move. Each of his strokes was purposefully slow and controlled.