Page 94 of The Fractured

With my hips raised off the seat, the night gown was jostled to my waist. For a second, my eyes caught on my scar, near whitein the moonlight, and everything I hoped to forget quickly came rushing back in.

Dean changed the pace. Whether he noted the shift in my mood or not, he didn’t mention it and instead lifted one of my legs to his shoulder. The position opened my hips to pleasure that once again blinded those thoughts. And completely removed the filter between my brain and mouth.

I gripped the edge of the seat. “Yesss—”

Dean’s hand was over my mouth again as he chuckled breathlessly. “Quiet, remember?”

“M-m-m—Mhm.” A tingling took over my body, and I almost squealed.

That climax was coming in hard and fast. I was already dripping for it and fighting the urge to cry out as he hit the right spot every time.

As he moved his hand to my chin, a curious glaze washed over his eyes before he smoothed his fingertips along my bottom lip.

Through half closed eyes, I watched him and parted my lips enough for him to dip his fingers into my mouth. They slid over my tongue until his knuckles brushed my top lip. When his fingers parted, I curled my tongue between them.

It felt strange. I wasn’t used to being like this, but it somehow came instinctively. And I liked it.

With my eyes locked on his, I slowly dragged his fingers from my mouth.

His eyes flashed, my leg dropped from his shoulder, and he smashed his mouth to mine, keeping the same rhythm with his hips but thrusting so much firmer. It made my head spin.

He was grappling with control, trying not to lose it. I knew he could go harder if he wanted. Rougher than we had, but he was holding back.

I found myself curious about that kind of pain.

His breathy whimpers and devastatingly addictive moans were what finally brought it to a finish.

I bit my lip to keep quiet. In turn, I raised my hips to meet him before he pulled my legs around his waist.

“Right. There,” I gritted.

Dean posted his arms on either side of me. I gripped his biceps as my body arched. That familiar heady pleasure rushed south, and as he drove home the last of the steady rhythm, my body tensed and quivered.

He caught my mouth with his, breathing heavily and barely making a sound as his hips bucked over and over, spilling deep. I thrummed around him with whatever energy I had left, whimpering into our messy kiss and tangling my fingers in his hair.

My thighs trembled at his sides as he slowly rose again. Sweat gleamed on his skin, and I could still feel him finishing, throbbing until there was no more to give.

“Fuck,” he panted heavily, glancing at my thighs. The sight of them quivering brought a smile to his mouth. He straightened the towel beneath us and held the base of his cock as he withdrew.

I closed my eyes at the sensation, giving him one last squeeze. Everything down there was completely sensitive to touch, especially when he lightly slid the tip of his cock over my clit. It sent one last orgasmic spasm through my body, and I laughed faintly because of it.

“Tease,” I muttered, brushing my hair away from my face as he cleaned up. Me first, and then himself before he folded the towel in a way for me to have a clean side to rest on.

On slightly quaking legs, Dean huffed a laugh, lowered himself to the ground beside the window seat, and rested his head back on my bare thigh. His dark hair was soft against my skin.

“I’m happy you stayed,” I said, speaking softly as I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow. The movement caused the strap of my lingerie to fall from my shoulder.

Dean tracked it with his eyes and raised an eyebrow. Turning in his place on the floor, he slung his arm up on the edge of the seat and placed a hand on my thigh. “Because of the sex?”

I nudged the back of his head with my thigh playfully. “I’m happy you’re here with me. You keep me sane when it comes to dealing with my parents and everything else that’s been going on.”

His eyes softened, and he kissed my thigh. “I’m happy I stayed too. I don’t think I would’ve been able to sleep if I didn’t.”

“Not that we’ve done a lot of that yet anyway.”

“You’re the one who snuck into my room.”

“And you’re the one who texted first.”