“I hated myself for doing what I did. I still do.”
I raise my eyebrows. “For threatening a perfectly nice guy?”
He squeezes my waist, making me feel the sculpted slabs of his body. “For loving you a little too much.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. I can’t stay mad at him for saying these things to me and looking so tortured about it. Maybe I’m a sucker, but whatever.
I reach up and kiss the side of his pulsing jaw—something I’ve been dying to do ever since I saw him standing across from my dorm room four days ago. “How are you gonna make it up to me?”
He narrows his warm brown eyes at me. “What do you mean?”
My thigh clenches around his hip as I arch my back against him. “You ruined my prom, Dean. No fair.”
“What did you want to do at your prom?”
“Dance, for one thing.”
“I can put on some music.”
I shake my head and kiss his jaw again. The bristles of his five o‘clock shadow taste so delicious on my tongue. “I was gonna lose my virginity, too.”
“I’m glad I ruined it, then,” he says with gritted teeth.
Smiling, I trace his harsh cheekbones and angled jaw with my hand. “Me too. Because I want you to take it.” He goes to protest, if grabbing a fistful of my butt through my shorts is anything to go by, but I put a finger on his lips. “I know what your answer’s gonna be. Because you think you know everything and I’m this innocent flower who has no idea what’s going on in the world. But I do know things, Dean. I do know what I want, and I want you. I’ve been waiting for you forever. In fact, if you hadn’t gone away, we’d be together right now. Instead of scaring away my date like an idiot, if you’d said something, we would’ve done it ages ago. So it’s only fair you make it up to me now.”
Dean takes my finger off his mouth. “We wouldn’t have done it ages ago. You weren’t legal ages ago.”
I wave my hand. “Minor detail. The point is…”
“What’s the point?”
“The point is I love you, Dean. And you love me, and we’ve wasted enough time already. So, are you gonna give me my prom or not?”
“Fallon—”
“Besides, I’ve heard it hurts, losing your virginity. And I know if you take it, it won’t hurt.”
I’ve never seen him look harsher than this. The room is flooded with light but strangely, Dean appears all dark and made of shadows. His eyes have turned black and his high, king-like cheekbones have a flush to them.
He’s hard and barely breathing as he looks down at me. “And why’s that?”
Maybe it’s the way we’re standing—my leg draped over his hip and our lower bodies intimately flush together—but I feel his other hardness too. His dick at the juncture of my thighs.
“Because you’ll take care of me.”
“Is that right?”
I move against him, against it. “Yup. Because you always do.”
He watches me for a few beats before looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head. Then he grabs hold of my waist and halts my movements.
Pinning me with his eyes once again, he growls, “Stop tempting me, Tiny.”
“I will, if you agree.”
“I’ll burn in hell for this.”
I cock my head to the side and smirk. “I thought you were already burning. Exploding.”
“Fallon,” he warns.
His reluctance is weak, weaker than his desire to claim me; I can see it in his eyes. And it makes me bolder, shameless. “I’m burning too, Dean. I swear. It hurts, you know. I’ve been hurting ever since you went away and every night, I dream of you coming back and kissing me. Touching me where I hurt. In my”— I lower my voice and whisper the word I’ve only thought about in the dead of night— “Pussy.”
I don’t even have time to catch my breath after that. Dean hauls me up, causing both my thighs to clench around his hips, and he claims my mouth in a kiss. And then, we’re moving. He’s taking me somewhere, but I don’t care about that. As earlier, his kiss becomes my entire world.
Until that world tilts on its axis and I’m lying flat on my back. I feel the softness of the mattress and the ceiling fills my vision as Dean kneels before me, settling himself between my spread thighs.
From my position, Dean looks huge, larger than the sky. I should feel vulnerable or maybe even shy. We’re getting ready to have sex, aren’t we? But I don’t. Not even when he makes quick work of our clothes, and we’re both naked in about three seconds.
I’m more interested in watching him. His broad, corded muscles. The grooves and dips of his body. A light scattering of dark hair on his chest.
Dean’s eyes are scorching as he takes in my small body, and I writhe on the bed, willing him to do something… anything.
“Do you hurt, Tiny?” he whispers, his fingers trailing from the top of my chest through the valley of my breasts to my trembling stomach.
“Yes.”
“Where? Show me.”
A flush overcomes me, but I’m determined not to let it deter me. I’ve waited long enough for this moment.
My hand shivers as I reach down and touch my most intimate part, making my hips jerk. It’s not that I haven’t touched myself. It’s just I haven’t done it in front of someone.
I touch my slick core. Gosh, it’s so swollen. My fingers slip over the wetness. Under his intense stare, my pussy gushes. Again, I should feel shy but I don’t. In fact, I can’t stop touching myself. I can’t stop watching for his reactions, either.
His chest is heaving. The muscles of his thighs and his stomach are flexing. Not to mention his dick. His dick is throbbing. I’ve been avoiding looking at it because I don’t wanna be afraid. On my stomach, through the layers of our clothes, his cock felt enormous. But I can’t stop staring at it now.
It is enormous and dark, and the more I touch my pussy, the more I think it’s never gonna fit.
A second later, I can’t think about anything but Dean. Because, growling, he falls onto me. Onto my pussy. His warm mouth envelops my entire core and even my fingers.
“Dean…” I moan, my hips going crazy, my legs shaking with sensations.
Dean splays his palms on my thighs and keeps them spread open. He sucks on my fingers, drinking down all my juices before focusing on my pussy. My hands go to his shoulders as I try to hold on against the waves of lust that wrack my entire frame.
I’ve never felt this way, like, ever. This unmoored and this overcome. The pulses of lust fire from somewhere deep inside my stomach in all directions, making my heart race, making my toes curl.
But apparently, that’s not enough. Dean lets go of my pussy and kisses and nips my thighs, my stomach. He keeps stimulating my clit with his fingers as he crawls up my body, sucking the flesh along the way. His mouth closes over my nipple and I lose it.
Arching my back and screwing my eyes shut, I scream out his name and come.