“You tease,” I said, desperate. Dean’s finger wasn’t moving into me. I clenched my muscles around the tip to try and pull him deeper with no luck.
He grinned.
“Then I’ll suck his cock.” I raised my voice. “You’ll urge me on. Touch me.” I rolled up my hips. “Finger me.”
“Mmm, I will...” Dean groaned, then closed his mouth on my clit, sucking it hard and pulling quickly away. “Another finger?”
“Please...”
He covered my clit again, sinking a second finger into my sex. He thrust both as deep as he could, but once I moaned, he drew them almost all the way out. “That was very good, but keep going if you want more, sweet girl.”
“Oh God, yes.” I threaded my fingers together in a silent plea, and Dean aligned three of his fingers with my cunt. I tried to think, to imagine. I was going crazy with his touch winding me up. How could I describe this fantasy when all I pined for was him in me, right now? “I’ll... I’ll want you to fuck me while he’s in my mouth,” I breathed.
“Oh, yes. Dirty, Maya. You’re so good.” Dean tunneled his fingers along the walls of my sex, and I couldn’t stop the lift of my legs or the clench of my thighs around the sides of his face when he put his mouth on me. He watched me intently, his eyes bright, his groans vibrating through my pelvis while he thrust his fingers within me and I started to whimper.
But Dean pulled back again. He used his free hand to push first one leg aside, then the other. My back strained with the spread, my heels scrambling to catch the end of the mattress. He tickled his tongue round the rim of my entrance, the protrusion of his fingers a distracting, maddening maneuver that nearly made me scream. “Keep them wide, gorgeous. I want to give you four fingers tonight, and have you come on my tongue with that fantasy of yours. Do you want another man? If you do, we can make it happen.”
“Yes, yes!” Jesus, he was killing me, this vision filling my head, his fingers shocking every nerve they touched.
“How do we make this work, then? Keep you safe? I want to give you this fantasy if you want it. Do we find someone you know?”
“Okay,” I said. I needed him. Needed his touch. Do I know anyone? I pinched my eyes shut, trying to think with my entire body perched on the brink like this, but I was too astounded by the tingles spreading along my arms right before Dean lined a fourth finger with my sensitive opening. Carefully, he eased all of them in, crowding my cunt with too many fingers. “Oh, fuck...”
The fullness was unreal. I was on edge, my vision blurry. I whimpered as he reached the deepest parts of me, my body heaving when he took the thumb of his other hand and used it on my clit. He started to thrust his fingers faster. “Look at you. Open. Begging...”
Dean’s mouth joined in to suck my clit with wild, ragged breaths. He broke away to mutter words I couldn’t make out, because pleasure brimmed in me, my world spinning over our conversation, at how many fingers he’d buried inside.
“Yes, Dean, yes!”
His fingers twisted and rubbed against my sweet spot, and my body gave in fast, a blissful earthquake tearing me apart. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes and wailed loud for him as violent spasms ripped through my body, spreading into my arms and down to my toes. Dean wouldn’t stop. He sucked me up, taking deep thrusts with his fingers until I lurched in my sensitive state.
“Stop... Jesus, stop!” He withdrew his touch, and I quivered at the emptiness inside, gasping for air. “Oh my God!”
Dean stood to look me over. His cock had softened somewhat, but still vibrating, my head a fog of aftershocks, I ached to please him more than ever. I pulled my hands into my chest and grinned, then shimmied down the bed. I needed to show him how good that had felt, reciprocate the loud pulse that swarmed in my ears. I wriggled off the end of the bed and to the floor, positioning myself on my knees in front of him.
“Let me taste you,” I said, my voice a raspy wind from my throat.
He didn’t resist. I eased my fingers around his cock, sliding them to his root. With my wrists bound, I had little freedom to move my hands—but I wanted them tight on him when I circled my lips around the swell of his cockhead. A salty drop of pre-come met my tongue and I sucked it up with a moan.
Dean grunted. “Yes.”
I opened wide and took him deep. His skin tasted fresh from the bath, a mix of him, lavender and clean, and smooth on my tongue. I gripped him tighter, watching him until the back of my throat met his tip. I hoped the view for him was as sexy as it felt with my wrists bound around his swollen length. Dean’s eyelids grew heavy when I sucked hard enough to hollow my cheeks, then drew back to do it over again. I stroked with my fingertips as I moved, my thumbs curved around the ridge running along the bottom of his shaft, and he grew ever harder in my mouth. I dragged my tongue down the underside while I swallowed him up, moaning in my slides back and forth.
I was coming to from my orgasmic haze. Fuck, did I love tasting him, swallowing him until my nose dipped into his flesh and I had to fight the urge to cough with how deep I took him in. The bind of my wrists made my heart flutter and my pussy unbelievably wet. I felt it on my heels, and I lifted myself up to taste him, letting him farther down my throat.
“Fuck, Maya... Yes.”
I moaned again, this time feeling the lurch of his cock in my mouth as his stomach flexed.
Dean’s inhalation was sharp before he said, “Must be inside you.” He gripped my ponytail, using it to steer me back and up onto my feet despite my whimper. He arched his hips against me to feel him before plunging his tongue into my mouth. His kiss was deep and wet, the musky taste of me coating his lips, and when both of us sucked in air, Dean wove his arms around me to lay me back on the bed. He covered me in his body, his fingers finding their way back inside to make me cry out, sore, but parting my legs for him. I wanted to please him, to succumb to his every whim. “I need to feel you,” he said, his voice deep and feral.
I brought my bound hands to my forehead, brushing aside hair that had fallen from my ponytail into my eyes. Dean sucked my neck with a grunt and moved me where he wanted me, lifting my legs straight up into the air to clamp them together. As he bit my calf, he fed his cock inside to our sighs. He clutched my legs together in the crook of his arm while he rubbed my clit with the pad of his other thumb. I closed my eyes as he started driving in and out with such force, shifting my body up on the mattress, rumpling the sheets of our unmade bed.
“Whatever fantasy you want, it’s yours. Jesus, you’re drenched.” His drives sped, his mouth sultry on my calves. Dean banged hard inside and I gritted my teeth, but his thumb worked me into a delicious surrender. In no time, I was coming, my orgasm a tremendous wave that ripped through me as Dean thrust and cried out against my calf. “Fuck yes!”
“Oh, Dean...yes!”
His seed warmed my depths before I felt his dampened cheek against my leg, both of us panting. He clung to my legs like he never wanted to let go.
I didn’t want him to, either.
Time trickled past, both of us too rattled to move. My hands remained plastered on my forehead, and the sweat that had formed along Dean’s hairline beaded down the side of his face, dripping off his chin and onto my leg. He shook his head back and forth.
“You,” he said.
“I didn’t do it,” I murmured.
Dean’s laugh forced his softening cock out of me. We grunted in unison, but after he lowered my legs, he lay down beside me and tugged my hands against his chest to unravel the robe tie. I melted into the rub of his fingers that started massaging the tension out of me, and Dean’s mouth lingered in a tender kiss.
Once he drew back, I said, “That was crazy hot.”
“Which part?”
“The whole thing. Your touch, your mouth.” I kissed him before continuing. “The fantasy talk.”
The intensity of his stare almost made me avert my eyes, but he caught my chin. I couldn’t look away. “I’m serious, Maya. If you want to, we can.”
Was my heartbeat as loud to him as it was to me?
He released my chin, his palm grazing my cheek. Once he slipped them into the loosened strands of my ponytail, each finger created a trail of electricity along my scalp. “If we’re going to be careful, though, it should be someone you’re comfortable with. Someone you know.”
Who did I know?
I blinked.
Ansel and I used to...
Oh my God. He and Dean had before, after all. Would he be open to that? It was so easy, convenient.
My voice came out a near whisper. “What about... Ansel?”
Dean’s fingers slackened in my hair, and I swear his eyes narrowed the slightest bit.
But that couldn’t be right. They’d done it before, hadn’t they?
“Is that who you’d pick?” He wet his lips. “Who you’d want?”
“We do both know him, and you know he’s safe. And you two have...” My breath wavered. “If it’s a bad idea—”
“No.” He said it firmly, yet his pitch sounded off. His fingers traced down over my cheekbone in his close watch of my face. “If that’s what you want—” he cleared his throat, “—who you desire, I want to give you that.”
“Only if it’s okay with you. I threw it out there because you had. Are you sure?”
“Shh.” Dean shut his eyes and tugged me close for a kiss.
With his body against mine, his arms lacing around me, I whispered, “Okay.”
And for a while, we lay there, neither of us saying a word, until I eventually drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
“Well? How was Monterey?”
I propped my phone on my shoulder, reflecting on Selby’s question while I scanned the contents of my freezer on a hunt for dinner. I’d been floating since my earth-shattering weekend away with Dean. The long days at work Monday and Tuesday hadn’t subdued my feelings, but the current growl of my stomach threatened to ground me in a serious way.
“It was fabulous,” I said, grabbing a package of pork chops.
“I’m jealous.”
I grinned and stuck the meat in the microwave to defrost. “Really fabulous. Our suite was amazing, with this spa tub and a huge bed. There were mirrors all over!”
“Oh, boy. I see where this is going,” she said, banging a pan louder than normal.
“What in the hell are you making?”
“Pasta. The spaghetti sauce has been on the stove for hours.”
“Okay, now I’m jealous. Your spaghetti is phenomenal.” I eyed my microwave. Pork chops sounded boring.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m eating it solo since Alex is working late this week.”
“Bucks for wedding budget?”
“Yep.”
“Sorry, girlie.”
“It’s okay.” She smacked her lips, and I figured she was testing the sauce she’d perfected in our college years. I’d been a willing guinea pig many times for that. Yum. I leaned back against the counter, debating side dishes while she continued. “So, I’m assuming you didn’t just bathe all weekend in front of mirrors.”
“Ha. No. We talked, a lot. It was romantic. We took a long walk, too, and had some brunch, even hit the aquarium.”
And plotted a threesome.
That little piece had been dancing around in my head as much as the rest. On the drive home, Dean had said he’d check in with Ansel after we got back. He’d seemed okay with the idea, though maybe a tad reserved about it. I’d remembered the funny looks that had passed between them when I’d met Ansel Christmas Eve. Though I’d wondered for a second if there might be any issues with what they’d done, I couldn’t imagine Dean would’ve said yes to my suggestion if they were that big of a deal. I filed his reticence as residual uncertainty after how poorly our attempt had gone months ago at the sex club. The memory made me nervous, but with someone we knew—or at least, whom Dean knew well, and had experience with in that regard—it felt safer.
It also didn’t hurt that Ansel was ridiculously hot.
“Sounds like you did have a fab time.”
“Yep,” I said, coming back to reality. “How was your weekend?”
“Mellow. I dug around in the garden. Alex worked.”
“Of course.”
“Of course!” she mimicked, chuckling. “Oh! I signed up for that yoga workshop I told you about in June. Turns out they’ve got instructors coming from around the world for a three-day weekend, not only one day!”
“Nice!” The buzzer on my microwave went off, and I prepped the pork chops for the broiler.
“Yeah. That’ll be relaxing. And we sat down and booked our first two hotels for the honeymoon. How about that?”
“Damn. Italy! That’s going to be amazing.”
“I know! Rome, Tuscany and Florence. Neither of us can wait!”
My phone beeped with another call, and I checked the screen. “Hey, Selby, it’s Dean. Can you hang on?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll let you go. I’m basically done with dinner, so I’m going to eat and read. Tell him I say hi.”
“Okay. Will do.” She hung up as I clicked over. “Hi there.”
“Hey. How was your day?”
I carried the phone to my couch. “It was good. A little too long, but good. Yours?”
“Busy.”
“We’re always busy. Thank God we got away, huh?”
“I agree. I’m happy you had a good time.”
“Good time?” I fell back on the throw pillows. “I know we didn’t get to talk yesterday, and my texts probably didn’t do my commentary justice, but that trip was incredible.”
“That’s good. I’m sorry I couldn’t call you back for longer than the few minutes we talked. Too much to handle on Mondays, sometimes.”
“It’s okay. It gave me a chance to bask in my afterglow. Also, I totally bragged to Selby about it.”
Dean chuckled. “How’s she doing?”
“Fine. She’s missing Alex.”
“I bet he’s slammed with the Builder Expo.”
“Is that what he’s up to?” I remembered he’d been to one almost every year for the last few years, but I never knew when it rolled around.
“It’s next weekend.”
“Are you going?”
“I am. And it looks like the next weekend I’ll be heading to L.A. after all, to see about that project.”
“Oh, right. That’s exciting, though, yeah?”
“We’ll see,” Dean said, hushed. “It’s too early to think much on it. Right now it’s jamming up the weekends. I told him my reservations with the travel, but he asked me to come anyway. He’s persistent.”
“Nice to be wanted.”
“I guess.”
“I’ll miss you when you’re away.”
“You too,” he said, the sentiment warm. Hell, he was always warm. “We should get together this weekend.”
“I’m in.”
Dean rustled the phone, but otherwise, the line remained quiet for a beat. His voice sounded tentative as he spoke again. “So... I haven’t talked to Ansel yet.”
“Okay.” The flash back to that conversation made the hair lift on my arms.
“I wanted to make sure before I do. You’re okay with me asking him?”
Oh, yeah. I was more than okay. The fact that Dean was open to revisiting the fantasy had made my pulse thrum faster since the weekend. “I am. Are you?”
“Yes... I like how excited it makes you.”
I smiled and shook my head. “You excite me.”
“I know. But I m
eant...your fantasies.” He paused for a couple of seconds and changed gears. “Anyway, with this being the last weekend I’m free for a few more, and weekdays being tough for us, do you want me to push it back? Or should I see if he’s free this weekend?”
Excitement flushed through my veins and I curled my fingers into loose fists. This fantasy had worked an unbelievable orgasm out of me over the weekend. The memory of Dean’s fingers inside while he’d made me talk it out had me tugging my knees closer to my chest.
Because we might do it. For real.
“We can do this weekend, if you’re open to it,” I said.
The brief silence through the line circled me, and I wondered if he was playing it out as thoroughly as I did. My seductive boyfriend, rough, handsome Ansel, and me.
Jesus Christ.
“I can suggest drinks, and we can check the vibe. See if you’re into it.”
“Okay.” Molten lava could’ve coursed through my veins with how hot I felt inside.
“I’ll tell you what—I’ll book a room regardless, so we can have a night out.”
“That sounds great,” I said.
“All right.”
Neither of us spoke. I paid attention to the patter of my heart and the silkiness wetting my panties. The fact that we could share this fantasy, even with the hint of nerves that remained—there was no denying how excited it made me.
My timer went off on the stove.
Dean said, “Dinner?”
“Yeah. Part of it.” Side dishes had slipped my mind, what with the conversation we were having. I jumped up to head into the kitchen and shook it off. There would be plenty of time to get excited. Plus, who knew? There was the chance the vibe would be too weird and it wouldn’t work out, anyway.
Though, knowing these two had done it... Sexy.
“I can let you go,” Dean said.
“Okay. Are you about to eat too?”
“Yeah. I have to figure something out.” I pulled the pan from the oven and placed it on my stove before Dean’s voice rushed out warm and tender. “I love you so much.”
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