There’s no hesitation this time. He hooks his arm around my back and leads me through the crowded living room. We ascend two flights of stairs and sneak into his bedroom without any of his teammates noticing. Once inside, he locks the door behind us. He leans against the door and stares at me.
“I can’t lose you, Kitten.”
“I know. And you won’t.”
He pulls me into his hard chest, and his soft lips graze mine.
“I have to know if there’s something more between us. I need you, Dean. I want you. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
He cups the side of my face with his hand and runs his calloused thumb along my jaw. I lean into him, parting his lips with my tongue. His body is sculpted to perfection, every hard ridge of him pressed against me. Slipping my hands beneath his shirt, I run my fingers over his abs, slowly making my way down. When I flip open the button of his jeans and slip my hand inside his boxers, he moans into my mouth.
“Bad Kitten,” he whispers.
Gripping my hips, he lifts me up and then lowers me onto his mattress. He crashes on top of me, his lips brushing mine, as he tugs at my clothes. With each kiss, our friendship rips to shreds. It was already teetering on the edge of normal, but now, we will never be the same.
As he slides his hands up my thighs, heat rushes over my body in waves, further intensifying when he strips me of my jeans and shirt. Dean stares down at me for a few seconds before he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. Slowly, he slides the straps down my shoulders, exposing my breasts.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, gently tugging it with his teeth as the tiny bud grows harder with each flick of his tongue. Despite the hunger in his eyes, he expertly navigates my body, giving every part of me equal love. After a while, Dean hops off the bed to kick off his jeans and slides his boxers over his hips. I gasp at the sight of him, long and hard, and so ready for me. His body is a masterpiece. It’s as if someone had sculpted him by hand, taking their time to create every single part of him.
Dean crawls between my thighs, spreading my legs apart with his big hands. He gives me a wicked look as he leans forward, taking my lace panties between his teeth.
“Be careful,” I warn him. “I need those for later.”
He shakes his head with a devious look on his handsome face. “No, you don’t. I plan to keep you like this for the rest of the night.” His breath against my pussy, even through the thin fabric, is driving me insane. He sticks out his tongue and pushes it inside me.
“Dean,” I moan. “Just take them off already.”
He licks me again, a smirk on his lips when he peeks up from between my legs. “What do you say, Kitten?”
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what?”
“Don’t taunt me, Dean. Take off my panties and make me come already.”
He gives me an evil grin and then rips my panties off me. When I gave him the nickname Dirty Dean, I had no idea. I saw him with other girls over the years, acting like a typical guy. But I never expected this.
Electricity skates along my skin everywhere he touches. My heart is pounding so hard against my ribcage my pulse races. He drapes my right leg over his shoulder, his greedy eyes fixed on mine, and shoves two fingers inside me. My eyes slam shut from the intense sensation that rocks throughout my body.
“I did this to you, Kitten.” Gripping my thigh, he bends forward. His hot breath on my wet, swollen skin sends a shiver down my spine. “Remember that when you come for me.” And then his mouth is on me, licking my aching clit.
By the time Dean slides his tongue between my slick folds, my brain stops working. Turning my head to the side, I moan into the pillow that smells of his citrus shampoo. My entire body trembles when Dean sucks my clit into his mouth, slamming his fingers into me so hard I wish it was his cock that’s about to make me explode. And as I’m about to come, I fist his hair between my fingers, tugging at the ends as my body trembles with an orgasm that tears me to pieces. He peeks up at me from between my legs and licks my juices from his lips and fingers.
Then, he takes my hand, covering his with mine as he helps me stroke his shaft. “This is what you do to me, Kitten.”
I sit up, staring into his eyes as I jerk him off.
“Give me your mouth,” he says with fire behind his words. “Wrap your lips around my cock. Let me feel you.”
He knows I’ve never done this before. I haven’t done much of anything with how sheltered I have lived because of my family.
Dean must know what I’m thinking because he says, “C’mere. I’ll teach you.” He slips his fingers through my hair and gives it a light tug. “Roll your tongue along the tip,” he orders.
I peek up at him and stick out my tongue, making contact with his sensitive skin.
He hisses and tilts his head back as I suck the head of his cock into my mouth. “That’s it, Kitten. You’re a natural. Keep going.”
I do as he commands, but he’s so long and thick I can’t take all of him. Dean moves my hand to his shaft, showing me how he likes it as I take more of him into my mouth. Once I get a good rhythm going, his hand falls to his side. He stares down at me, with his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he takes.