“Yes, and I was okay, at first. It sounds ridiculous, but maybe we need better boundaries or something.”
“It’s not ridiculous. I think boundaries are necessary. I never should have left.”
The clouds broke above, sparse droplets of rain falling onto my forearm as Dean kept making tantalizing circles along my skin. I ached to kiss him but I needed to say it all.
“And I shouldn’t have run away. But I was afraid of talking about it, of what it all meant.”
Dean cocked his head.
“I’m...” I took a deep breath. Honesty. Openness. Opportunity. Spit it out, Maya. “I think I’m falling for you, Dean, and it makes this whole dynamic so complicated—”
“Maya.” A brief moment of stillness followed, a flicker in time in which we stared at one another while the water lapped rhythmically at the shore. When Dean grasped my wrists, he hauled me into his lap until my chest met his chin. He ran his hands up my back, gripping me every few inches. “You don’t get it at all, do you?”
My heart thumped like mad in the confines of my chest.
Dean smiled. “It’s mutual. This exploring is me finding every pleasure possible for you.” He slid his hands to the nape of my neck. “That’s what I love about this, with you. I’m yours, love.”
I trembled in his hold, startled by the words, by the vibrant shine in his eyes even in the dimming light. I dragged my hands over his chest, feeling his muscles beneath his shirt before I slipped my fingertips into his hair. Several drops of rain snuck faster through the canopy of leaves. They dripped onto our faces, landing in his eyes and mine.
“And I’m yours, Dean,” I whispered.
Then he kissed me.
I softened in his hold, the strength of his arms drawing me nearer when his lips parted mine. His tongue searched inside my mouth, and coils of heat stretched down my legs. I hugged his shoulders, feeling his longing in the way he clutched me to him. But it was no less than mine—my mouth opening farther to take him in, like I was his to devour.
Because I was.
The sound of rain filled my ears, the drops spilling over us once they broke through our shelter beneath the tree. Dean tugged my bottom lip into his, and I cried out, my body racked with expectation as he rocked his hips. I felt the hard ridge of his cock through the tangled layers of my skirt, but he pulled away with a gasp, the steady rain hitting his lashes and wetting his hair.
“The rain...”
“I don’t care,” I said. I took his cheeks in my hands and ground against his crotch. “I need you now.” I’d never said anything truer.
Dean laid me back, the grass damp and the dirt gradually turning to mud. He crouched over me and spread his fingers at my neck. The heat of his gaze and the cool rain coming down sent my heart thudding in my chest.
“Dean...”
“Let me look at you.” He traced his fingers over my chest and raised my shirt to run his fingertips along the underwire of my bra. Rain hit my belly, my face and my arms, the drops falling in fast succession. “Touch you,” he murmured. He rubbed the rain into my skin in tender caresses. He slid my bra over my breasts and took my nipple in his teeth, switching between tonguing and biting, making it raw. I wrapped my thighs around his torso and pawed at his shoulders while he teased and licked.
“Please,” I growled. It had been too long.
Dean pinned my hands over my head.
He leaned back, his eyes half slit as he gathered my skirt with his free hand and rumpled it around my waist, then skimmed my exposed thighs. His touch warmed my core, making me writhe. The rain wet his hair and moistened the dirt beneath my shoulders, and when Dean swept his fingers up and down the crotch of my panties, his jaw tightened. I whimpered and arched to feel him. He pushed aside the fabric and slipped his fingers in with ease.
“God, I’ve missed this, Maya. You.”
I moaned, lost in his touch.
He kept his fingers submerged and bit at my nipples, sucking the drops of rain that beaded over my skin. When he shifted higher, he nibbled my lips and pulled my kiss into his as he delved his fingers in and out of me. His cock throbbed along my thigh, begging through the wet fabric of his pants to be free.
“Fuck me. I need you.”
Dean withdrew his fingers and unzipped to wrestle his pants down over his ass. He shoved my panties aside and pressed against my sex. “Just as I need you.” Both of us moaned when he fed the crest of his shaft inside. He lingered there, keeping my hands flat on the muddying ground while he kissed my lips. “I can’t be away from this again.”
I growled his name, and he sheathed himself inside me with such fervor, I shuddered and gasped beneath him. His lips fell wildly over mine, taking my kisses and giving them back, shifting from tender to rough. His strokes were long and deep, and my orgasm surfaced rapidly once he strummed my clit.
“Do you trust me?” His gruff voice came between the kisses he layered over my lips and neck, and he bit my nipple so hard I jerked up against him.
“Yes, yes...yes.”
“Then come for me.”
My breath came raggedly, my vision blurry with the chafe of his thumb and the command in his voice. He slowed, forcing me to ride him from below, and I did. I used his hold on my wrists for leverage and dug my heels into the earth in my lift to meet him. My thighs parted wider, and he groaned. I needed him all the way inside. Dean ground his thumb against my clit and the pleasure rippled through me as the rain fell over my face.
“Yes, yes!”
Ecstasy flooded me, and I was senseless beneath Dean’s hold. I kept bucking up against him and he started to push, riding my convulsions with loud grunts and baring his teeth to my rain-splattered skin.
“Fuck, yes...” He pounded deep, splitting me with the heavy drive of his cock. He took rough bites of my skin and moaned with one last, hard thrust that filled me with his heat.
Trembling, we lay there. Dean’s shirt and my skirt were drenched and stuck against us, the only blockades between our bodies. The rain subsided to a drizzle as though it, too, had found peace in our lust. The stickiness of our juices dripped down the crease of my cheeks, hitting the earth when Dean lifted his head and released my wrists.
“Clearly, in public is not going to be a boundary.”
I shook with laughter, all the tension broken as my movements pushed Dean out from within me. He ran his hand over my breasts and across my belly. The drops from above became measured splatters, but nightfall washed us in a dark haze.
Dean crawled to his knees, then set my clothes back in place before tucking himself into his slacks. We were muddied and wet. He reached out his hand, helping me up the rocks and pulling me close to kiss my forehead. “Let’s go back to your place. We need a shower. And this time, we have a shared assignment.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Figuring out our boundaries so we don’t mess up again.”
I grinned when Dean led me in the direction of my car.
We’d both ace that one.
* * *
Our assignment had me panting in the longest stretch of pins and needles I’d ever known in my life.
Dean and I were soaked to the bone, the shower steam thick and smothering in my cramped bathroom. He insisted on stripping me before we got in, refusing to let me touch him as he peeled off one piece of muddy, wet clothing, then the next. He made me hold my hands up in the air and spread my legs, and slid a finger along my folds after each piece to test my wetness. Once he slipped out of his clothes, he dropped all of them in a pile. His cock lifted to his belly, full and darkened with arousal. When I reached for him, he raised one hand to ward me off and curled the other around the base of his shaft.
“Do you want me?”
“Oh, yes,” I said.
“Then get in.”
I hurried into the shower.
Dean twisted his finger in a circle to indicate I should turn around. “Put your hands on the wall.”
I shook, my pussy raw from our fuck in the rain. I wanted him again, over and over.
Dean climbed in behind me and closed the glass door, trapping more steam around us. The hot water hit my feet, and I had a second to marvel at the holistic wetness of our entire evening—under the rain and now in the shower, as if washing everything away and starting us fresh.
He pressed his hands into my lower back, his palms resting above my ass before he circled his fingers around my waist. His body emanated that distinctive confidence and dominance I loved. “We’re going to make this assignment fun,” he said.
“Okay.” The word came out a wheeze, and he rubbed against my ass.
“You’re not going to come until we’ve set every boundary, every rule, to keep you feeling safe.” His solid length molded into the crevice of my cheeks. “We’ll call it a bargaining agreement. I’m negotiating for your comfort. You’re negotiating for your orgasm.”
My jaw dropped open. Dean grabbed my chin and angled my head to reach my lips. We kissed until he ran his hands up my arms and over the backs of my hands to lace his fingers with mine. He nudged me closer to the wall.
“Remember our first night?”
“How could I forget?” I murmured. Up against the window, with him at my back like this? I’d remember always.
Dean nibbled the shell of my ear. “God, I’ll never forget how you felt around me when I fucked you like that, visible to anyone on the dock below. What a sight they’d have had. You, gasping and smashed against the glass.” He pushed forward again and I moaned.
“You’re such a tease.”
“Uh-huh.”
Pinning my wrists in one hand, Dean grabbed the soap. He worked it over my arms, cleaning away the mud that had hardened on my forearms, biceps and shoulders. I closed my eyes, delighted by the feel of his fingers and never, ever moving my hands. He ran the soap over my back and ass, then released me to travel it down my thighs and around my calves with a firm touch. The steam kept rolling around us, bringing beads of sweat to my face. Dean stepped back for a minute and dropped the bar to the floor.
“So, what about public, Maya? How do you feel about it?”
“What do you think?”
He adjusted the showerhead and let the water stream over my back and down my ass. When he settled behind me, he helped rinse off the soap, then slid his fingers between my legs. “You have to say it.”
“Yes. I love it.”
Dean slipped his finger inside, thrusting it in and out of me while I gasped. But he took it away.
“Hey!”
He curved his hands around my hips. “Oh, we have much more to go.” He pulled me from the wall and held me with him under the water. I kept my hands up, not wanting to disobey lest he stop. Dean rinsed my hair and cupped my breasts. “Sex clubs?”
I thought about the public space, about the people fucking all around us. Dean pinched my nipples, and I jumped. “Yes.”
“All right,” he said, his hands gliding over my mound and deftly rubbing my clit until I moaned. “You are so damn hot when you’re riled. God, I love playing with you.” He wedged me back against the wall, his entire body on mine. He kept his fingers at my swollen knot and circled it while he whispered in my ear. “Other men?”
I panted, captivated by the path of his finger, by the memory of that night.
“Tell me.”
The pressure was heavy in my groin. “Maybe, with warning. And I want you there.”
“Done.” He bit the back of my neck, chills storming my torso once he curled his hand around my sex. “Would you want him here?”
Did I? Or only Dean?
He cupped me tighter, waiting.
“I don’t know that yet, but I definitely want you there.”
He slipped a finger in and pulsed it lazily, amplifying my sensitivity.
“Dean...”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes. So much.”
“Then keep answering.” He kneaded my breast with his other hand. “How about other women?”
I’d never played with a woman in my life. “Maybe?”
Dean snickered and worked his finger a little faster. “We can play that by ear. If I could find a woman to lap at you... I’d love to watch you pleasured that way.”
I pushed down to take his finger deeper.
“Eh-eh,” he tsked, taking it back.
“But—”
He clapped his hand against my buttocks, and I sprang to my toes. “How about punishment?” He caressed the stinging skin of my cheek before smacking me again. This time I jumped with a cry. “We haven’t done that yet. What do you think?”
Visions of him tying me up and spanking me stirred me in shocking ways, and Dean snuck his hand back between my thighs.
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Mmm.” He slipped his fingers inside, pummeling me fast. I bucked against him, but he snatched them away.
“God, you’re such an ass.”
“Ah, you bring me to my next question.” Dean trailed his fingers to my puckered hole. “Your ass?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Oh...” He dug his fingers into my hips. “How are you this damn fun?”
I choked out a squeak, and Dean eased himself between my legs, resting his thick head against my folds. I pinched my thighs together in an attempt to draw him up into me. He wouldn’t budge. The steam suffocated me, and the slide of him drove me mad.
Dean’s fingers circled my wrists. “What about this? Pinning you? Tying you?” He pinched. “Binding you?”
“Always,” I breathed. “I never want it to stop.”
He rubbed against me, his cock demanding. I couldn’t calm myself, my face numb as I tingled on the precipice of ecstasy.
“Anything else?” I muttered.
Dean scooted my hands down, arranging me until my ass stuck out in the air. He aligned his tip with my opening but didn’t move. I clenched my eyes shut, the pleasure gripping me, threatening to go off like a bomb at any second.
“Yes,” he said, making small thrusts against the rim of my cunt. “Can I fuck you now?”
“Have I ever said no to you?”
He released the loudest, deepest groan. “Christ, Maya.”
Then he sank into me.
I cried out, shocked by how hard he thrust in that one motion. He took my waist in his hands, fucking me forcefully, arching his hips up to reach my sweet spot and yanking the orgasm from me in seconds.
“Yes!” I howled.
I vibrated around him, fierce waves crashing through my body as Dean kept fucking me. He exploded with a gasp, his come spurting in hot streams that warmed me to the core. He didn’t stop, though—he twisted my hair in his hand and continued to ride me. He hooked his other hand around my pelvis and thumbed my clit in the masterful way he always did, then issued a command in that guttural, sexy voice I wanted.
“Again.”
He plunged inside, his balls pounding against me. So fast, so hard, my walls convulsed around him. I responded like his puppet; he played my strings like a puppeteer. I wailed with pleasure, and he slammed and retreated, over and over again. And when Dean came, uttering my name and filling me with heat, I shuddered beneath the power of his hold.
We clutched one another under the water until it ran cold, catching our breaths. Dean shut off the tap and drew me into his arms for a tender kiss. “And now, for your reward.”
I smiled into his face, exhausted yet still revved for him.
“I always like to fuck you, but I can make love to you, too
.”
That was what we did for the rest of the night.
Chapter Nineteen
Labor Day wasn’t on Selby and Alex’s holiday celebration list, since it signaled the start of her new school year and a shift in all her spare time.
Regardless, they’d both been adamant that a gathering was in order. Selby was enjoying any opportunity to flash her ring at people—especially me, every chance she got—and in spite of her previous disdain toward Dean, she’d informed me she now approved.
“You’re looser somehow. Happier. I like it. We can’t both be uptight all the time, you know?”
I’d laughed after she’d said it, promptly agreeing to the barbecue she planned to host at her house—but this time for a double date between her, Alex, Dean and me.
We spent the majority of the evening with beers and wine in hand, the sun setting while we stretched out on the deck. Dean and Alex talked shop, and I helped Selby though she kept shooing me out of the kitchen. Once we all sat down to eat, Dean curved his hand around my thigh in the dominant way that still, somehow, made me quiver in my seat.
Selby was too preoccupied to notice. “Maya, can I go through some wedding stuff with you after dinner?”
I shot a coy gaze in Alex’s direction. “How did I know you’d waste no time at all?”
“I’m a teacher. Schedules are my thing,” Selby said.
All of us laughed and enjoyed the rest of the meal. Alex had done a fine job at the barbecue, and Selby’s quinoa pasta dish was delicious as usual.
Eventually, Selby jostled Alex’s shoulder. “Are you going to ask them or am I?”
Alex grinned. “They know.”
“What do we know?” Dean finished his steak and sat back in his chair before looping his arm over my shoulder. I winked at him.
Oh, I knew. Selby was like a sister, after all. “Yes, sweetheart, of course I’ll be your maid of honor. You know you didn’t have to ask.”
Dean glanced back and forth between us, then quizzically at Alex. “Wait, you want me to be your best man?”
Watching Dean—tough, commanding Dean—caught off guard by the idea made me break into laughter.
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