“You’ve never fucking been able to hide it, have you, Tyler? How much you want me is written all over your face.”
I poked my tongue out at him. “You suck arse.”
Dean raised his eyebrow at me. “Hmmm…”
Without warning, Dean flipped me over, pulled my pajama bottoms down, then started sucking the life out of my bottom. This would normally be so weird, but not when it came to Dean and me. I didn’t realize just how horny having him suck my arse would make me.
“Dean, what are you doing?” I was trying to be light-hearted about it, but I couldn’t help getting breathless.
He pulled his head up and gave me that breathtaking smile of his. “I’m sucking arse. Do I suck arse good, Tyler? Should I show you something else I can suck?”
Before I could even answer, Dean pulled my bottoms completely off and flipped me back over to face him. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes hooded and so fucking sexy.
With a push of his hands, my legs were wide apart. “This,” he said, grabbing at my top, “needs to fucking come off.”
I arched my eyebrows at him. “So what are you waiting for?”
Dean smiled and shook his head. Leaning forward, he grabbed my top and lifted it above my head. For a moment, he stared at my breasts. My nipples were like rock. There was no doubt Dean knew exactly how turned on I was.
“Hmmm… So. Fucking. Sexy.” He crouched over me and bent towards my nipple. Poking his tongue out, he seductively swiped it across my pink flesh. I couldn’t help it. I arched my back, giving him full access to my breasts.
He didn’t disappoint, sucking in each one. He was taking his sweet time and working me up into a frenzy.
“Dean, please. I need you inside me.”
He looked up at me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Patience, Tyler.” He kissed me again, then ran his kisses all the way from my neck down to my belly. “Patience,” he whispered against my skin.
I couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure. He was taking his time, and he knew it both irritated and drove me crazy at the same time.
As he kissed against my sensitive skin, his tongue suddenly poked out and started licking me around my belly button, then down towards my thighs. I arched up again and moaned. It was heavenly torture. His face was right there, staring at the one place I wanted him to touch. The one place I wanted his mouth.
As if sensing my urgency, Dean looked up with a cocky grin. “Where do you want my mouth now, Tyler?”
I closed my eyes for a moment. “If you have to ask, we have a serious problem.”
Dean’s smile was wider. “Really?” He looked down at my pussy, then averted his stare to my legs. Bending down, he licked the inside of my left thigh. “Here?” he said, trailing kisses along my skin.
“Dean, please… You’re driving me crazy!”
Laughing, he stroked his hand up my leg and started kissing and licking the inside of my right thigh. “Or here?”
Did his voice have to be so damn sexy? That, alone, made me want to orgasm on the spot. I was getting dangerously close to combusting, and he hadn’t even gone anywhere near the one place he knew I desired him to be.
“Dean!” I was whining like a little girl now. I was close to letting him have anything he wanted, as long as I got to feel his tongue on me, feel him inside me…anything!
He hummed against my thigh and I felt the trembles running through me. Again, he ran his fingers along my legs, then a finger circled the outside of my pussy.
Wanting to get him closer, I arched myself up. I needed him to touch me there so badly, it hurt.
Inhaling, Dean closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal a mile away, Rosey. Do you want me to taste it?” He kissed along the inside of my legs. He was as close as he could be without actually touching me there. I was practically withering in need for him now.
“Yes!” I shouted, breathlessly.
He ran his nose along the inside of my thigh, making me shudder. “Yes, what?”
I moved my hips up to meet his face. “I want you to taste me, Dean.”
He smiled and looked down. “You look so swollen, Tyler.” He placed a finger inside me, causing me to thrust my hips up to meet him more.
Dean growled and looked at my clit. “So. Fucking. Sexy.”
And then he was there. His head was dipping lower and lower and, without meaning to, I held my breath, waiting for that first touch of his tongue. I knew the minute he touched me, I would be so close. He had worked me up so much that I knew I would lose it any minute.
Looking down, I saw Dean slide his tongue out. I held my breath as he got closer and closer to my swollen clit. With a swipe of his tongue, he licked me and all the air escaped my lungs at once. Grabbing his hair, I moaned and pushed my hips up to meet him more.