She climbs on top of me, her nerves a little less on edge. Although I’m on edge. She bites on her bottom lip as she straddles me. “Take what you need, Greta.” She rolls her hips, her seam splitting as she runs it along my shaft, sandwiching my meat. Fuck me. I grip my headboard to avoid touching her. Liking that she does it some more, moving a little faster as moans escape her body.
“Dean,” she utters my name as the tension builds and I watch, dick on the verge of coming. She leans forward, pressing her hands on my chest, making my cock jerk. She grinds harder and longer strokes.
“Be careful, baby. Don’t impale yourself on me. We have one week.”
“Oops,” she says with a blush. “Sorry. I’m so close.”
“Don’t be sorry. I should be, but all I can think about is sucking on those beautiful tits and slipping my thick cock into your fertile, young womb. You want that, don’t you?”
“Fuck, Dean. Yes. I want your babies.” She clenches and freezes as her slit kisses the tip and pulses around it. A cry rips through her as she comes. I follow her over, shooting my load all over my stomach and hers, even getting a little inside her sweet cunt. Fuck me.
We take a deep breath and she collapses onto my chest. I don’t wrap my arms around her like I crave to do. She clings to me tightly, calming the steady pounding in my brain reminding me of how wrong this is.
“Are you okay?” she asks me.
“Yes, of course. I should ask you that.”
“Why? I had my first orgasm and it was incredible. You’re the one tense and frowning.”
“We’re playing a dangerous game, Greta.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She jumps off me fast as hell, picking up her robe.
“Don’t be upset, Greta. I’m not upset. Frustrated with myself.”
“Don’t regret it. I’ve never felt forced, coerced, or anything negative when it comes to you. All I want is you. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I mutter. Hating that she’s walking out of the room. We shouldn’t have to be apart and now I feel that pang even more than before. Her scent all over me. Fuck, her pussy juices soaking into my skin. I’m a fucking mess and it’s made me hungrier. Lying there, with my hands behind my head, I think about what’s best for us. It’s gonna fucking suck, but I have to go home.
Chapter Six
Greta
“One more day,” Emily says. “You get to keep your v-card for one more day; then my brother’s gonna snatch that fucker up.” She giggles, digging through the closet to find me something to wear. “This is perfect, that way when Dean sees you tonight, he’ll have easy access and maybe won’t shred it.”
“You’re silly. I can’t believe you’re talking about your brother like that.”
“I can’t help it. You get so bent out of shape and turn completely red. I was the same way but losing that v-card just does something to a girl and the blushes fade. Now get prepped and out of the house before he comes stalking in and can’t wait for the clock to strike twelve.”
“You act like your brother’s going to maul me.” I don’t tell her that I’m ready to maul him. After what happened in his bedroom last week, I’m apparently not above slaking my lust, using his body for my own pleasure. Though I do have to say feeling his release shoot against my pussy made my body spasm harder.
“I just know.”
“Thanks for the pep talk.”
“Girl, anything for you. Now I’ve got to run, but I love you. Have a great time and remember he’s going to want to do every dirty thing he’s been thinking of for the past year, better be prepared. Stay hydrated.” She winks and dashes out of the room. I have to laugh because she’s so freaking happy and even happy for me to be with her brother. I love Dean so much that I’m full of fear that something’s going to go wrong. Someone’s going to separate us. Hell, this past week we’ve been separated, and it feels like an eternity. Having spent every day in the same house to being apart is painful.
There’s a knock at my door. “Come in,” I shout, getting my things before going down the hall to take a shower. Only three of the bedrooms have personal bathrooms.
“Hey, I came to see if your parents will be coming back for your birthday,” Mrs. Evans says.
“No. They won’t.” As a matter of fact, I haven’t spoken to my parents in a week and the last time it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. They want me to live with them and work at their latest gig. It’s not going to happen. I’ve almost washed my hands of them. I’ll always love them, but our bond has been broken. After feeling the love the Evans family have given me over the past year, I’ve learned my parents are too selfish to love me properly.
“Well, we’ll always be here for you. Now I don’t want to keep you. Have a good time tonight.” She gives me a hug and walks out of the bedroom door, closing it behind her.
I go into Dean’s room with my things to shower and shave. It takes another hour before I’m dressed because I shaved my legs completely. Luckily, I don’t grow a lot of hair on them. I also trimmed my girl bits. I would have shaved it all, but he already thinks I’m too young for him, so I keep a nice strip.
Although he didn’t seem turned off by it. My mind immediately goes to the image of him down between my legs, making me scream as he licks me. I remember his promise to do just that. The way that he groaned as he sucked off my stickiness from my fingers, sent desire straight to my core. I needed him and he understood it.
The feel of his fingers gripping my thighs, holding them apart and leaving imprints to mark me as his plays through my head. “What else will he do to me?” I moan all alone in the room as I get dressed, pressing the palm of my hand against my sex, attempting to alleviate some of this feeling, but it only amplifies my need for him.
I don’t know how to get off on my own. Is it my subconscious or something? My head is never in the game although it’s been close when I think about Dean. It’s probably because I’m never sure that I’m alone. This isn’t my house and at home at least one of my parents always seemed to be around. Dean let me use his body and it worked. I came so hard on him that I didn’t want to walk away, but I could tell he was disappointed in himself for giving in. I should be ashamed that I didn’t just leave him alone, but I’m not. It’s a year of unsatisfied masturbation attempts.
My body’s begging for Dean to the point of insanity. Right now he’s not home. I’m not sure where he’s off to, but if Becks is correct, it’s to avoid temptation and keep himself busy.
I don’t know if he’s going to wait or if he’s gonna maul me. Fuck, I’m hoping for the latter. I meet Becks in the hall, and we hop in her new car she got for her birthday. It’s pretty sweet just like Becks. She’s the youngest and the most reserved. I see her reading most days, keeping to herself. She can be a lot of fun when she’s out with us.
“Girl, you look incredible. It’s almost as if you aren’t just going to a movie tonight,” she barely gets the last word out before giggling.
“Shut up. Let’s go before we miss the movie.”