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Chapter 36

Oliver

My ass cheek still stung as I climbed back on the bed with the bottle of lube. Dean’s eyes were molten where his pupils hadn’t quite swallowed the brown. As soon as I was close enough, he grabbed me and flipped me onto my back, forcing the air out of my lungs.

This. This right here was what I’d been missing in my life. The undeniable need. The fierce possessiveness I saw in every move he made. The mounting obsession, even. It was a type of belonging I could never conceptualize before I felt it, logical or not.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said as he took me in from head to toe.

A shocked laugh escaped me. “You’re not so bad yourself, Prince Charming.”

He made a sound halfway between a hum and a growl. Flattening his hand against the back of my thigh, he pushed my knee to my chest. I expected to feel self-conscious, but that possessive look in his eyes convinced me that everything he said was true. What I saw wasn’t uncertainty or nervousness. Not even hesitation. The Dean above me hadn’t been more sure than he was right now as he stared at my ass.

Slowly, he brushed his thumb across my balls, then he rolled them in his hand. I whimpered, unable to help arching up a little.

“Does this freak you out?” I asked.

“Not really. I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Every time you touch me it feels amazing.”

The corner of his mouth lifted as he lowered himself to his elbows. My eyes widened, and all I could do was stare.

“I’ll probably be bad at this,” he said.

“Impossible. Oh, shit.” His lips traced the underside of my shaft, his warm breath acting like its own separate touch. “Fuck, Dean. Fuck.”

“Your mouth is so dirty now,” he murmured. “What happened to my sweet Oli?”

“You’re . . . corrupting me.” I gasped when his tongue darted out to touch the tip of my dick. “And teasing.”

“I don’t want to fuck your ass until we’ve tried everything else first.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I exclaimed when he wrapped his arms around my thighs and flipped onto his back. He pulled me up further until my dick was in his face. With a smirk, he lifted his head and wrapped his lips around the tip, then quickly pulled back.

“Turn around.”

“Like . . .”

“No questions. Just do it.”

My heart beat madly as I flipped around and settled on my knees facing away from him. His hands came up to grip my ass cheeks, and he groaned as he kneaded them.

The position seemed simple, yet I was overthinking it. Despite our other talks, my lack of experience, even with women, made me wonder if I’d make this entire thing more complicated than it needed to be. Since he was uncomfortable with the idea of me talking to Remi about the details, I’d decided we would learn together, every step of the way. I may have Googled some things, but it did little to prepare me.

“I’ve never done this,” I said.

“Good.” He sucked on the skin of my inner thigh, and I trembled from the sensation. “And Oli?”

“Mm?”

“If you get uncomfortable at all, you’ll tell me.”

I made an affirmative sound, then leaned on my elbows. His hard dick was right beneath my face, just waiting for me to touch it. Grabbing it at the base, I took him into my mouth, feeling more confident than before. He planted his feet on the mattress, boxing me in with his knees as he thrust upward gently, sliding across my tongue.

Just as I was getting comfortable with his length in my mouth, he did something that made my body tense up. At the same time, my dick throbbed and a wave of pleasure shot through me.

His tongue circled my asshole again, testing how we both felt about it. I moaned around him, not wanting to stop. Gripping his dick, I quickly dropped down the rest of the way. When I gagged, I pulled back enough to take a deep breath. Spreading my ass open further, he increased the pressure with his tongue, making me dig my nails into his thigh.