by Nicole Ryan
Jessica and I began to move methodically to the music, I felt it swimming through my veins; the thundering bass seemed to carry across the hard floors and vibrate up my legs and into my soul. I vaguely noticed Chief talking to Dean, they were standing away from the others who were going to a table, Chief was watching us carefully and seemed like he might be chastising Dean, and when Tyler joined them, he got some of it too, before Chief left them to join the others at the table. The lights danced in my eyes, everything seemed beautiful and bodies moved in waves around us, I looked at Jessica and noticed that her brow was a little damp.
“Are you okay?” I asked her over the music.
“Yeah, but I think I should drink some water.” She said, and I followed her to the table the guys were now occupying.
Cross’s eyes were glassy and he was grinning like a fool as I walked over to him, he held his arm out and I sat on his lap, picking up a glass of water and taking a few swallows before kissing him on his cheek. I was oddly thirsty as well, I thought as I watched Jessica chug an entire glass of water and Tyler laughed at her when she grinned at him, her large teeth gleaming in the club lights.
“You looked great out there.” Dean said close to my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.
“Thanks.” I said, smiling at him flirtatiously. “Where are we going next?” I asked.
“Next two floors.” Tank said, slamming his beer to the wooden table that was sticky with previously spilled drinks.
“I’m so wasted.” I moaned. Chief was at the far end of the table and his eyes watched me carefully as he swigged his beer. “If it’s okay with you guys, want to do the next two floors tomorrow night?” I asked, looking at Dean.
He pulled my hair over my shoulder, staring at my skin; he touched his lips to my neck softly. My body instantly responded in its on volition; my back arched away from him, my head fell back to his shoulder and my mouth slightly opened as his touch sent electricity shooting through me. I clenched my teeth when his fingers were on my collar bone; I sat up and turned slightly on his lap to look at him. His dark eyes were searing into my soul and I felt overwhelmed with need for him. What did I take?
“Let’s finish our drinks and then head back to the suite if Jessica and Ty are ready.” He said. I nodded at him, my senses starting to feel more delicate with each passing second.
***
Jessica and I stumbled off the elevator and into our suite, our high heels hooked over our fingers. I dropped my purse with my shoes near the elevator and followed Dean to one of the flat settees, he held his hand out to me and I straddled him. I brought my hands to his face, slowly moving them along his jaw, feeling his presence on my skin seconds before I touched him. I marveled at him before bringing my lips to his, they tasted sweet, like ripened fruit. His hands traveled up and down my back slowly before he slid them down my thighs, my head was swimming. I pulled away from him and looked at him, my lips felt numb, but his eyes were mesmerizing, I stared at him for a moment, he was like an angel. His beautiful facial features were magical; I traced my finger over his eyebrow, down his jaw, and across his bottom lip before I leaned forward to kiss his neck. Every pore on his body seemed to hold a small fleck of glitter, it called to me to be kissed, licked, and touched. I explored his face as if it were a masterwork of art.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked his Adams apple moving slightly as he swallowed.
I slowly slid my body down until I was laid across his lap. I stared up at him, my head propped up on my hand, my elbow resting on the sofa. Dean’s hand slid up my side and he licked his lip as he gazed down at me, as if I were the most exquisite thing in the world.
“Good lord, doesn’t she have a beautiful back?” Jessica asked from behind me, she and Tyler were sitting on the opposite sofa; she rose and walked over to Dean and me slowly. Tyler stayed on the couch watching intently.
Jessica smiled at Dean, and sunk to her knees beside his legs; he regarded her carefully as she reached her hand across his knees, and slid her fingers up the open slit of the back of my dress. Her fingers sent tingles along my skin, causing the tiny hairs to rise to attention; I pulled my lower lips through my teeth as her fingers slid up to the single button that held my dress closed at my neck. I watched Dean’s eyes harden on Jessica as she worked over me and I knew he wanted her… not as much as he wanted me, but he was curious. Of course he wanted her; she was a tall, beautiful blonde, who wouldn’t be curious? But something told me that she wasn’t after Dean. His eyes turned back to mine and he dipped his head to kiss my lips, soft moans of delight and appreciation whispered from his lips and over mine as he tasted them.
Jessica’s fingers hovered against my skin, and then she gently undid the small button at the nape of my neck, letting the red filmy material separate. She flattened her hand between my shoulder blades, and slid the top portion of my shirt over my shoulders to fall, exposing my breasts; Dean was watching my face carefully his hands sliding up and down my back the entire time. Tyler couldn’t see my breasts, but he could see everything else, I loved being watched, and I felt exhilarated. My head swam with possibilities and desires as Jessica’s palm, as rough as a man’s from the work she did in her shop, slid down my back. I felt Dean pressed hard against my side as I lay across him with my eyes closed; I slid my hand over his erection as he looked down at me and watched as Jessica continued to stroke my soft skin. I felt as if sparks were flying out of me and connecting with every living being in the room. My fingers easily unhooked Dean’s dress pants, his eyes found mine and I locked my eyes with his as I slowly sat up, my top falling down to my waist. I straddled him once again and took his face into my hands as I kissed him deeply, his hands traced lines over my exposed back and I moaned as the contact sent my blood boiling.
I pulled on Dean’s lower lip as he broke our kiss, he bent his head and took my left breast into his hand and grazed my nipple with his teeth, his eyes still burning into mine as he sucked hard. I cried out and heat rushed between my legs, I squeezed Dean’s forearm and he grinned at me wickedly. I felt Jessica’s hand sliding along my leg as she sat languidly at our side, watching us; her head propped on her hand as she sat beside the sofa. I turned to her, still sitting on Dean’s lap and kissed her softly on the corner of her mouth, she smiled sweetly at me and moved her hand up my thigh. She took the three clasps at the left side of my skirt and undid them quickly while I kissed Dean. I ground against him, noticing my own wetness as I did so, he let out a low growl, and I felt it reverberating as his mouth sought out my breasts again, harder this time. Jessica’s hand was between my knees, her fingers softly sliding up and down the soft skin of my inner thigh, I sat up and looked back at Tyler, who was watching carefully on the sofa, I held my hand out to him.
“Come here baby.” I whispered to him, holding my hand out to him, my head swimming with love and happiness.
Tyler stood, his erection very taut against his pants as he sauntered over, his pants hanging perfectly on his tapered hips. I stood and let my dress fall as I rose up on my tip toes to kiss him sweetly, his large hands nearly closing around my waist as he bent down to kiss me. When I pulled away from him and looked back at Dean his pants were off, his shirt open and Jessica was naked, kneeling beside the couch watching me and Tyler. My stomach fluttered and I almost giggled as joy tore through me for a second. I turned and walked back to Dean, he captured my hips as I placed one knee beside him and rested it on the sofa, he brought his lips to kiss my stomach as my other knee straddled him and I lowered myself over him. His hand travelled slowly up my back and into my hair. I rested my forehead on his as he slid inside me and I began to move over him, sensation sparkling through me, my hand rested on the side of his jaw as I rode him slowly, feeling every connection of our bodies in an exaggerated state of euphoria.
Jessica was beside us, sitting on the couch now, her face one of awe and wonder as she watched Dean and I. He held my hair away from my face, pinning it back with his hands at my nec
k while he stared into my eyes, pleasure rippled through me, my thighs were quivering as if I’d run ten miles. Jessica reached out tentatively and slid her hand along my side, and around to grasp my breast. When I didn’t stop her she moved her hand down to my belly as I continued to slide up and down Dean’s length. His face was a picture of abandon, his mouth was open a little and his brow was creased. Jessica let her fingers roam to my clitoris briefly before she withdrew her hand and disappeared behind me again. I ground myself against Dean with a groan as he looked up at my breasts, I quickly came around him, my eyes squeezing shut as I shook over him, his hands holding my face tightly to his, warm fluid spreading beneath me.
“Oh my God Dean!” I cried quietly.
“You are so incredible.” He said into my lips as he kissed me.
Our bodies were slick with sweat and my body was humming with elation. Tyler came around the side of the couch and I reached out to him, grasping his hands in mine as Dean moved further under me; he was practically off the couch and I watched his gorgeous features as he stared down in awe, watching as he slowly thrust in and out of me. Tyler was standing before me and I slid my hand up his hard chest, and then slowly peeled the fabric away, Jessica was watching us from her place beside Dean and I on the couch, her hand had found my sex again and she was watching Dean enter me as if she were witnessing a miracle. Tyler sprang from his pants as he removed them, I took in his lithe body, tattoos covered most of it; they sprawled down his torso to his perfectly tailored pubic hair. He was tall and his arms and legs were long, but what was most beautiful about him was his uncut cock. I licked my lips at the sight of him and as I grasped his thick shaft in my hand and started to slide it up and down his length I marveled at how his skin slid easily along his length, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Dean’s hands still held my waist as I moved over him and Jessica was watching me carefully as I stroked her man. She sat up on her knees and back on her heels so she was right beside me, she timidly reached out a hand and placed it on Tyler’s hip. I held on to him firmly as she leaned forward to take him into her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ear and then slowly pulled her mouth down his length, barely taking half of him into her mouth. When she took him again I pressed on the back of her head gently.
“Relax your throat.” I said stroking her hair, “Like you’re swallowing a big mouthful of peanut butter.” I applied pressure again until Tyler slid down her throat; I grinned up at him and watched his brow furrow and his mouth form an “O” as he watched her move over him.
“Just breathe through your nose.” I told her.
She worked over him with abandon, her hands exploring his body and soft moans escaping her as she did so.
My body was singing, every fiber of my being was humming, I felt Dean’s hands tighten around my waist and I was shoved off of him suddenly. In an instant my back was on the sofa and he hovered over me, staring down at my chest, holding his palm only an inch from my skin. His blonde hair fell over his forehead as he drifted his hand over my body, moving it slowly from my heart to my throat, his dark eyes marveling in its journey.
“I can feel your heat.” He said, his eyes glittering with desire as he leaned down to kiss me.
I reached down to stroke him before I guided him inside me. I held my knees at my sides, resting my toes on the tops of his thighs, as he slid his hands up and down my body, lighting my skin with fire. He moved slowly for only a moment before he turned me over and repositioned himself behind me. When he plunged forward; I tried to move a lock of my hair from my face, but as I reached up Dean snatched my hand and pinned it behind my back. I grinned like the Cheshire cat and let my face fall to the back leather, the soft plush carpet felt wonderful under my knees. Dean let out another growl and I knew that he was letting go, I reveled in it, and curled my back more to meet his powerful thrusts, his balls slapping my clitoris. He was gripping my skin harshly and my free hand found the one that was clawing at me. He released my flesh as soon as I touched his hand.
“No it’s ok, I want you to.” I panted softly, flipping my hair over my shoulder and looking back at him. He squeezed again before he popped my butt once and I wiggled it playfully and grinned at him. “Yes.” I said, he slapped my behind again and I let my eyes close as I ground against him, biting my lip as I opened my eyes and met his again. “I love it.” I told him letting my lip slide through my teeth.
He put his hand between my shoulder blades and slowly pressed me back down to the sofa, he pulled his short nails down my spine; I arched my back as goose bumps broke out all over my body sending a shiver through me.
“Oh God…” I sighed as I felt myself climaxing again suddenly.
“Yes.” Dean growled behind me as he pulled me tighter against him, moving harder, still torturously slow. He took one of my ankles from the floor and lifted it, turning me over as he did so, and my back was on the sofa again. He leaned forward to kiss my breasts before he moved down to my clitoris. I jumped when his soft tongue touched my sensitive flesh and as he began his exploration of my body I felt it traveling across my skin in waves of color and flashes of light.
“Dean…” I moaned as I became overwhelmed with the sensation and tried to pull away from him, he rested one of his forearms across my hips, letting his hand steal up to grasp my breast. My fingers dug into the sofa cushion above me as I tried to pull away from him, panting and moaning desperately. His other arm came up and pinned my hips down as his tongue slid in and out of me, his eyes locked on mine. He swirled up to my clitoris and back down and inside me again, I couldn’t stop watching him work my body, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I wrapped my ankles together around his neck and arched my back, grabbing handfuls of his hair as he continued to groan and eat me as if I were his last supper. I screamed his name and tried to pull away from him again, my head swimming as the sensation traveled from my sex up into my stomach and chest, overwhelming all of my senses, my body was shuddering uncontrollably. My hands were fluttering from his head, to my lips, digging into my own hair and gripping the cushions, I couldn’t find any way to satiate myself.
Suddenly Dean gripped my ankles and flung them over my head, my knees rested on the sofa by my head and I felt completely exposed as he gripped my wrists, pinning them beneath my back between his knees as he came up on the sofa. It was sudden, unexpected and it was exactly what I’d been craving for so long. I moaned and groaned as he held his cock in his hand and dipped his head down to languidly stroke me with his tongue again. My imagination swam with visions of him walking above me and commanding me to ask before I come, the thought made me pant more and I felt heat burning inside of me. I tried to pull my hands free, but he held them, it excited me beyond even my own belief and I started to buck against him wanting to move my legs. His knees released my wrists and he held one of my thighs with each of his hands, pinning my legs where they were, his tongue flicking wildly over my clitoris. I wrapped my hands under my legs and placed them over his; holding my thighs wide for him and watching his gorgeous features as he reveled in my taste.
“God, I can’t… I can’t.” I whispered to him, letting my head fall back to the sofa and squirming as much as I could beneath him.
“Yes you can.” He said as he sat up. He was massaging me with his thumb as he looked down at me and pushed the head of his throbbing penis inside of me slowly. His hands held me to him as he kneeled on the sofa and moved within me. Slowly he took my left knee and moved it over to the side, closing my legs and turning me to my side on the couch as he moved faster.
“Oh, my… God.” I ground out between thrusts; I held my knees to the side, my ankles locked together as he drove into me again and again, and his thumb massaged me. I plunged my hands into my hair, gripping it tight as he sent waves of motion through me and carried me over the edge again my body shuddering with each tremor deep inside of me.
***
The next morning I woke up on the floor with Dean, next to the sofa an
d glass coffee table, my head was thundering and the light that poured into the suite made it worse. I could see two pairs of feet on the other side of the sofa. I sat up and shook Dean, his eyes opened painfully slow, he brought both of his hands up and over his eyes.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” I said, looking around at the suite.
Tyler and Jessica began to stir on the other side of the couch. Jessica groaned as she stood up and went into the bathroom, her hand on her head. Tyler poked his head around the corner of the couch and grinned at Dean and I before letting his head fall to his folded arms.
“Amateurs.” He scoffed playfully. I tried to smile back at him but it probably looked more like a grimace. He laughed as he stood up and held his pants over his front, “Go take a shower, it will help, drink a lot of water.” He sauntered into the bathroom after Jessica, his toned butt catching my attention momentarily and visions of the night before flooded over me.
“Oh my God.” I said as I slowly laid back down, my hand over my eyes.
“Yeah…” Dean said. “Are you mad?”
“No.” I said taking a deep breath. “I’m going to go shower.”
After we each had showers, and coffee along with gallons of water and a few hours of a nap I felt as good as I had the morning before. Jessica and I went to the hotel’s indoor gym and spa, got massages and sat in the sauna, tossing down water and sweating like crazy.
“Last night was pretty fun.” Jessica said, swigging her water bottle as she looked over at me.
I wiped sweat from my top lip and grinned at her, “I get the feeling you’re not freaked out by it.”
“Not at all,” She laughed. “I’ve been with girls before.”
“Did we?” My eyes snapped up to hers.
