Megan Hart: An Erotic Collection Volume 2

She stiffened, her hand going to his wrist again, her mouth open beneath his but no longer kissing. “Oh…”

Dean paused, fearing he’d somehow done something wrong. “Katie?”

“Oh, god, so close,” she whispered, and looked at him. “Just…slow down a little. Make it last.”

Dean grinned, slowing his circling finger. “Like this?”

Her eyelids fluttered. “Oh, god…”

The sound of pleasure suffusing her voice sent a throb from the root of his cock all the way through it. She moved against his hand. The flush on her cheeks had spread down her throat, across her breasts, and without thinking too much about it, Dean bent to suck gently at her nipple again.

Katie cried out, something wordless and ecstatic. The feeling of her moving, the sound of her-fuck-the smell of her arousal sent slickness oozing from the head of his prick. His balls tightened. When she kissed him, he felt her clit pulse under his fingertips. She moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck me,” Katie said, not like a command but more like a plea.

He wanted to, but there was the matter of logistics. Katie blinked again, her gaze clearing for a minute, and she pushed at him to roll him off her as she reached into the drawer of her end table to pull out a box of condoms. Just as she’d figured out how to get them both naked before he could, now she pushed him to sit up as she opened the box, tore open the package and sheathed him in latex before he could do more than shift his hips. Straddling him, her thighs gripping his, Katie put her hands on his shoulders. His cock rubbed at her belly and then lower as she looked at him.

“You sure about this, sweetie?”

“Did you come yet?” Dean asked, voice hoarse at the pressure of her cunt pushing his cock against his stomach. Her ass was smooth under his palms.

Katie smiled and reached between them to grip his dick at the base. She bit her lower lip, looking down, as she shifted and then…oh, fuck.

“Oh, fuck,” Dean said aloud. “You’re so hot. And tight.”

Blinking, surprised, he let the pleasure wash over him as she sank onto his cock all the way. She was tight, and hot, and slick, too. Her cunt gripped him better than any fist ever had, and he had to breathe out, slowly, to keep himself from shooting off like a kid with his first strokebook.

Katie pressed her forehead to his shoulder for a second. “Oh. God.”

He’d never fucked in this position before, but it didn’t take him more than a second to figure out how to shift and thrust upward. His cock slid inside her without effort, and she bit down, hard, on his shoulder. Dean had never been one for painplay but that was too fucking much. His cock throbbed and he made a low, grinding noise.

“Yes,” Katie breathed into his ear. “Fuck me. Just like that.”

Soft, low, distinctly feminine, her voice was in no way like a man’s. Her body, soft and curved, not like a man’s. Nothing about this was like anything he’d ever even fantasized about, but Dean discovered it didn’t fucking matter, not then, not with her cunt wrapped around his cock like that. Not with her tongue licking at the sore spot her teeth had left. Not with her moving on him, riding him. Fucking him as pleasure built and built and built.

“Touch me,” Katie said into his ear. She took his hand, slid it between them, pressed his thumb to her clit. “Oh, yes. Right there. Like that, just like that…oh, god, Dean. Yes!”

Until this point, everything he’d promised her had been all talk. Until he felt her shudder and heard the soft sighing gasp of her breath as orgasm swept over her, Dean hadn’t really been sure he could make her come. But now Katie rocked against him and his own climax shuddered through him. Perfect timing.

She blinked rapidly and looked at him, then laughed. “Wow. Well, I guess I’d say you won. Very well done, sir.”

Dean blew out a breath, fingers tightening on her hips as his breathing slowed. “Saying I told you so would make me sort of an asshole, wouldn’t it?”

Katie kissed him lightly on the cheek and eased herself off him, stretching as she reached to snag up her panties and T-shirt. “Sort of.”

He watched as she got dressed without appearing to be the least bit embarrassed. He admired that about her. Not that he was embarrassed, exactly. Just more like wondering what the hell he’d just done.

Katie looked over her shoulder at him as she pulled on her clothes, then frowned. “You all right?”

Dean nodded, sitting there on the floor with a condom on his getting-limp dick, after having fucked one of his best friends. A woman, at that. It wasn’t his most shining moment.

But Katie, still frowning, crouched next to him and pulled over a small garbage can and handed him a box of tissues, then his clothes. “I didn’t think you’d be the one to get all emo, afterwards.”

“I’m not emo.” Dean frowned and took care of cleaning up, then pulled on his briefs and jeans.

Katie studied him. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m not.”

She smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek again. “We fucked, Dean. And it was good. For me, anyway, and I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it. It doesn’t make you straight. Just…open-minded.”

Her smile urged his, even though none of this was as gratifying as he’d expected it to be. He’d thought it would feel like a conquest. Instead, he found himself hoping Jacob would forgive him.

“Damn it,” he said, suddenly miserable. “Remind me that I like sort of being an asshole?”

“Why? Are you going to say you told me so?”

“No. Not about that.”

She knew him too well, Katie did. “Ah. It’s him, huh?”

“Jacob.”

“ Him has a name?” She looked impressed. “Wow, Dean. Wow.”

“Fuck.” He sank onto the couch and cradled his head in his hands. “Fuck, Katie, what did I just do?”

“Hey.” She sat beside him and took his hand, linking their fingers. “Seriously, you’re going to give me a complex, here. What happened…do you really think it was all just that stupid challenge? I mean, I know you don’t do pussy as a general rule, but…maybe that’s why you did it. Not why you suggested it, sweetie-that was all your huge ego. But…maybe it’s why you actually went through with it.”

He wasn’t getting it, and she could tell.

“What I mean is, being with him scares you. I know why. But being with me isn’t scary. Right?”

“No. Of course not.”

She smiled. “Because you and I both know that no matter how stellar that living room rug fuck just was, and it was pretty delicious, it’s not going to lead to anything. Right?”

He gave her a cautious nod. “Well…right.”

“And for me,” Katie said, “I really just needed someone who was into me. Even if only for an hour.”

“I’m into you for longer than that,” Dean told her and squeezed her hand.

She laughed, sounding better than she had earlier, which made Dean feel better.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. I do.” He leaned back against the couch cushions and stared at the ceiling.

“He makes it all seem so easy.”

“It’s not how he makes it seem,” she said. “It’s how he makes it feel.”

Jacob made it all feel easy, too. Dean frowned as Katie’s cell phone rang, vibrating the coffee table. She looked at it and sighed, but didn’t pick it up.

“It’s Jimmy.”

“Douchebag,” Dean said and picked it up. “Hello?”

“…Katie?”

“She’s busy,” Dean told the guy.

“Oh. Um, can I leave a message?”

“No,” Dean said, and hung up.

“Dean!” Katie looked shocked, but was laughing.

Dean shrugged. “Maybe he’ll think better of jerking you around.”