by T. L. Quinn
Fuck. I didn’t think I could be more turned on than I was before. Guess again.
Dean turns me around and bends me over his desk. He rubs the tip of his cock along my slit and groans “Fuck Caroline. You’re so wet.” He pushes his cock into me in one smooth motion. He lets me adjust to his size for a moment and whispers in my ear. “This okay?”
I nod my head frantically “Yes. God yes! More please.”
My begging seems to make something in Dean snap, and he begins slamming into me from behind hard and fast. My hands are placed on his desk and with every slam of his cock my nipples rub on his desk. Dean’s hands are squeezing my ass, and I want to scream at him to spank me but that would be too loud and Brian would wonder what was going on.
As if Dean knows I needed something a little extra to push me over the edge again, he reaches in front of me and rubs his fingers over my clit where our bodies are joined. The sensation is too much, and I come apart again. I start to scream out but Dean quickly covers my mouth with his hand. It only makes me cum even harder.
Dean is mumbling curse words behind me as he does a few more quick pumps, and then he is crashing his face against my back as he succumbs to his own release.
We are both crushed to his desk trying to catch our breaths for a few moments. Dean finally lifts up a little and places light kisses along my spine. “Damn Caroline. What was that?”
Trying not to make things too serious, I resort to our usual banter. “Just using you as a revenge fuck.”
Dean chuckles and lifts me off his desk, wrapping his arms around me as he kisses on my neck some more. It feels intimate. Too intimate. But it is his next words that make me even more worried. “As long as I am the only one you come to for a revenge fuck.” He laughs.
I know he is just joking around, but my mind immediately goes to what it would be like if Dean was the only one. I need to get some distance. I can’t get too attached to him. It would never work between us with Brian being his son.
I turn in his arms and smile up at him. I place a light kiss on his lips and then pull away. I grab my pajamas and put them on quickly and head toward the door.
Before I even go a couple steps, Dean is grabbing my elbow, stopping me. “Whoa there. Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me and you are not trying to sneak out of the room after sex. Again.” He emphasizes the last word.
“I mean I wasn’t expecting a candlelight dinner or anything but c'mon at least cuddles.” I turn and look at his grin. I can’t help but smile back. When I don’t say anything, Dean adds. “You know Care, you’re really starting to make me feel like a slut.” I laugh out loud this time.
“Oh I’m sure.” I roll my eyes. “I didn’t see you putting up much of a fight.”
Dean’s smile grows bigger. “You know I can’t resist you Caroline. You are using me shamelessly.” He winks.
I laugh again. “Yeah, well using time is up. Sorry Dean. Cuddles can’t happen with my current boyfriend’s dad because I haven’t yet dumped his son’s sorry ass..”
I start to turn to leave again when Dean stops me with his words. “Go out with me.”
I turn back and look him in the eyes. “What?”
“Go out with me.”
I just blink back at him. “Like on a date?”
Dean sighs “Yes Caroline. Like on a date. With me.”
I don’t know what to say. I can’t go out with Dean. Can I? “I can’t go out with you.”
Dean gets a stubborn look on his face which is super adorable. “Why not?” His voice raises a little with his question.
I lower my eyebrows at him. “What do you mean why not? You know why not!”
Dean just shakes his head. “Brian doesn’t have to know.”
Why does he have to be so convincing? “What’s the point?”
Now Dean actually looks offended. “Ugh, you are so frustrating.” He wraps his arms tight around me, and then he is looking right into my eyes. His playful face is gone, and it is replaced with a serious one.
“Look Care. I like you. I like you alot, and I want to get to know you more. I know things are weird because of Brian, but if we had just met at that bar that night and you gave me your number and I wasn’t Brian’s dad, I’d want to see where this goes. We’ll keep it lowkey. No one has to know for now and we can just see where things go.”
I am staring back at him with my mouth hanging open. Oh my god….Oh my god! Oh my god! Dean actually wants to date me. Like seriously date me.
I look back up at Dean. “I-...I don’t know. I haven’t even talked with Brian yet. I-...”
Dean grabs my hands and squeezes them in his. “Just think about it tonight. Sleep down here and say you fell asleep on the couch. I try not to work on Sundays. Let me take you out tomorrow, and you can figure out what you want to do after.”
I look up at his eyes and my body is screaming to say yes, but I hesitate while my mind thinks about all the reasons to say no.
“Please Caroline.” Just like that all my doubts fly out the window. “Okay. Sure.”
Dean smiles so big, and then he pulls me into a heated kiss. Before things get too far again, I push at his chest and whisper “We’ve been in here too long. Brian could come down for water or something.”
Dean pulls me out to the couch, and we both sit and watch some reality show. He gives me those cuddles he was talking about, and then he leaves after a little while to go to his room so we don’t accidentally fall asleep on the couch together. I lay down on the couch, but I don’t fall asleep right away. I just keep replaying what happened with Dean. Surprisingly, even though the sex was so good, my mind keeps drifting back to the memories of what happened afer. It felt good having Dean causually cuddlle me on the couch while we watched some dumb show and how he would constantly make me laugh with jokes about people on the show. Me and Dean now have more inside jokes in one night than me and Brian had over the past month. I close my eyes continuing to replay the night, and I drift off to sleep a short time later with some of the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in awhile.
Chapter 9
I wake with a start the next morning to a sound in the kitchen. It takes me a second to figure out where I am, but then I feel the soreness between my legs and all the memories come flooding back in. I glance at my phone for the time, and it is still early. I look toward the kitchen and see Dean in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, and oh boy is that a sight I could get used to seeing every morning. I watch him for a minute while he is unaware I am awake. I swear I actually swoon as he walks around the kitchen making coffee. The way his arms flex when he reaches up into cabinets and how his abs contract as he stretches a little higher for the sugar on the top shelf. Whew! Is it hot in here?
I shout over toward him “Did you forget you have guests staying with you? Common courtesy dictates you put on some clothes.”
Dean looks over at me and grins. “Someone’s grumpy in the morning.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Why are you up so early? It’s your day off. You’re supposed to sleep in.”
Dean looks at the time on the kitchen stove and then back over to me. “I did sleep in.”
I roll my eyes again and pull the covers over my face. “Oh my god Dean.” I grumble.
He strolls over to the living room, and I hear him set a cup on the table. “Coffee?”
The smell surrounds me, and it is enough to make me sit up and grab the cup. Dean is grinning at me over his coffee mug as he takes a sip.
“What?”
He just shakes his head. “Nothing. You’re just really cute when you wake up.”
I rub my hands over my face. Oh lord. I probably look like shit. Sleeping on a couch definitely made my bedhead worse, and I haven’t even washed my face yet.
“Sorry we can’t all look like freakin' Greek gods first thing in the morning.”
Dean laughs “You always look like a goddess to me.” He adds a wink at the end.
I huff “Oh please. We’ve only se
en each other on what? Seven maybe eight separate occasions. Trust me it can get worse.”
I hear Brian walking upstairs. He must’ve gotten out of bed. We both hear the bedroom door open and Dean walks away into his office. He comes out a few seconds later in a t-shirt just as Brian enters the kitchen. Dean leans down and whispers to me. “For the record, common courtesy in my house is that the guests don’t put clothes on.” My eyes snap to his. God, does he really have to do that in front of Brian. I continue to glare at Dean.
Brian eyes the coffees in both our hands and narrows his eyes slightly at me in confusion. His sleepy voice comes out “You never came to bed last night.”
I can feel my heartbeat picking up. Does he know something happened last night?
Dean’s voice stops my brain from going into overdrive.
“Found her on the couch this morning. She must’ve fallen asleep down here. Coffee?”
Dean holds up the coffee pot toward Brian in question. Brian nods his head.
“Yes please. I didn’t inherit the not needing to sleep gene from you.” Then Brian looks toward me. “Did he wake you up? Sorry my dad doesn’t even know what a bed is. You can go back up to bed. I have a shift this morning.”
I am barely listening to the last part as my mind wanders thinking about how Dean certainly knows how to use a bed for things other than sleep.
I yawn and stretch my arms above my head. I feel myself putting on a show for Dean as my back bends and my breasts push out.
“That’s okay. I’m awake now. I just need to shower.”
Brian shrugs like he doesn’t care either way. ”I gotta be at work in 30 minutes. You can use my dad’s shower though. Right dad?”
Dean’s eyes widen like he is thinking about me in his shower, and since Brian is looking at him, I smirk and bite my lip at him as seductively as I can. Dean turns to the pantry and pulls out some cereal. “Sure whatever.”
Brian takes a couple more sips of his coffee then rushes back upstairs into the shower. I go to follow him but then stop and turn to Dean. “What should I wear today?”
Dean blinks at me a couple times “What?”
I motion towards myself “You know. Like what type of clothes?”
He shakes his head a couple times. “I’m sorry. I can’t get past the image of you in my shower.”
I laugh and shake my head and walk away. Guess I'll just have to pick out something to wear on my own. Just before I leave the kitchen, I turn my head over my shoulder and say to Dean “I’m going to use your body wash too.”
I run out of the room before he can respond, but I hear him groan as I head upstairs. I quickly grab my toothbrush out of the bathroom before Brian gets into the shower. “See you later.” I say as I grab some clothes and head over to Dean’s room.
I take my time brushing my teeth, and I hear Brian’s shower turn off. I get undressed and turn my own shower on. Just as I am stepping in, I hear Brian shout bye to his dad.
I take some of Dean’s body wash and start rubbing it all over my skin. The smell reminds me of when he is holding me close to his body. I hear the bathroom door open and footsteps walk in. I glance through the shower door. It is covered in steam, but I can see the outline of Dean leaning against the counter looking in at me.
I take some more of his body wash and squeeze it in my hands, and I begin rubbing it over my breasts. Large circles at first and then just my fingers running in circles over my nipples. Knowing he is watching is turning me on so much. I move my hands lower and slowly rub them down my stomach. Just as I am about to touch myself, Dean moves from the counter and rips his shirt over his head. He opens the shower door and pulls his pants down as he’s stepping inside. His voice is so deep and strained as he says “Here allow me.”
He reaches down between us and begins rubbing his fingers over my clit. My head falls back against the shower wall, and I moan as he continues to work me. He lowers his head down and captures one of my nipples into his mouth. He continues to suck and nibble as his fingers work their magic below. After being forced to be quiet last night, my moans seem to be more loud and aggressive than normal. Dean doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seems like it is turning him on even more. He moves his mouth to mine and shoves his tongue in, trying to get as close to me as possible, devouring every sound I make. “Oh fuck Dean.”
Dean growls and picks up his pace. “Yeah? You like that baby?”
Baby? Jesus, why has that never been hot until it came out of Dean’s mouth. I push his hands away and grip his cock in my fist. “I need you inside me now.”
Dean growls even louder and picks me up and slams me against the shower wall. “Is this what you want?” He is biting down my neck. “Yes!” I gasp as his cock rubs against my entrance, but Dean doesn’t press any further in and I whine in protest “Dean…”
I feel his smile against my neck, and then he is rubbing his tongue along it. “What do you say?”
I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Please Dean.” I try to rock my hips to push him in, but he leans back. “Please what?”
“Fuck me Dean! Please for the love of god, fuck me!”
Dean moans at my pleas “Oh fuck Caroline!”
He shoves his cock inside of me, and we both moan at the feeling. He isn’t taking his time this morning. He slams into me over and over, and I was already so close before that it doesn’t take long until I am cumming around his cock. Dean follows as my pussy pulses around him. After a few moments, Dean lets my legs down, and I slide down the wall to my feet. I look up at him and just breathe out “Wow.”
He laughs “Yeah, exactly wow.”
I reach around and place my hands on his ass. “I like being able to be loud.”
“You certainly were.” I laugh and swat at his chest. “Yeah okay, like you were so quiet Mr. ‘Oh baby. Yeah fuck Caroline this is the best pussy I’ve ever had’” I mock.
Dean straight up belly laughs. “Okay, there is no way I said that! Thought it? Maybe.” Dean winks at me. I just smirk at him not admitting either way.
“I didn’t mind having to be quiet either.” I admit.
I blush and look toward the ground thinking about how I wanted Dean to spank me while he was fucking me on his desk.
He notices of course. “What? What are you thinking about.”
I turn away and squirt some shampoo in my hands and begin washing my hair. Dean presses up behind me and moves my hands away taking over massaging my scalp. His fingers in my hair feel so good. “Tell me.” He whispers in my ear.
“I was just-...I was remembering last night in your office when I was on your desk, and I really really wanted you to slap my ass when you were fucking me, but I knew it would be too loud, so I didn’t ask.”
Dean’s hands drop to my hips and he squeezes me hard. He moans into my ear “Jesus Care. You’re killing me here.”
I turn to look at him. His cock is already starting to grow again. I look back up at him. “I am getting pruney.”
Dean laughs. “I don’t care. You get me worked up like this on purpose.”
I laugh and quickly step out of the shower before he can stop me. “Just want to make sure you know what’s at stake before our date. You better come to impress.”
I wrap my towel around myself and go to leave. Right before I walk out the door, I turn around. Dean has his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his eyes were definitely staring at my ass. I raise a brow at him when his eyes shoot back up to mine after he realizes I turned around. He just smiles with his perfect teeth like he knows he got caught but doesn’t care. God this man is sexy. “What time are you picking me?” I joke.
He smiles back at me. “I just have to make a couple of calls this morning. I figured we would head out after lunch.
“Sounds good.”
I head back to my room and close the door behind me. I lean against the door and smile. I haven’t been this happy in as long as I can remember. Now to pick out something to wear. I text Ally “SOS. C
all me.” I need to fill her in on the details of what has happened since she left me at the diner. Plus she always seems to know exactly what outfit I should wear.
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“So you’re telling me, you almost had kinky bathroom sex at the cafe, got banged against a desk, and then again in the shower all in 24 hours? Damn woman. I haven’t even had a guy text me back in that amount of time.” I laugh at Ally. Well, when she puts it that way, it does sound a little over the top.
I am on the back patio talking to Ally on the phone while Dean finishes up his work calls.
I am not sure how I never noticed this back patio before. It is super nice. Modern outdoor couches and chairs around a firepit. There’s a bench swing and a grill. It would be perfect to host parties or to just cuddle up with Dean. I need to slow my thoughts down. Just because Dean is taking me out doesn’t mean we're going to be spending evenings together in the future. I voice my concerns to Ally.
“Do you think I am crazy going out with him? Like could we actually ever have a real relationship? Maybe I should just cancel this whole thing and accept it for what it was. A couple of super hot nights with a super hot guy.”
Ally snorts. “Oh please. We both know you want to go on this date. Besides you never would have even gone to the backroom of that bar if you didn’t like him. You aren’t one to just hook up with any random hot guy you meet.”
I bite my lip thinking about what she said. She is right. I really liked Dean when I didn’t know he was Brian’s dad. I probably would have given him my number if I had known for sure that me and Brian were over.
“Ugh. I guess, but that is what I’m afraid of. What if I end up liking him even more? What kind of future could we even have? Like, oh hey Brian I’m going to be your new stepmom. OH MY GOD! No! That cannot happen.”
Ally busts out laughing. “Hey, serves the asshole right.” I laugh too. She continues. “Just try not to overthink it. He’s not asking for you to marry him. Just go and enjoy the day and see where things go.”
I let out a long breath. “Okay fine, but if I fall madly in love with him, you’re going to have to be the one to tell Brian I’m his new mommy.” Ally laughs again.
