Chapter Six

“Okay, so that was really amazing,” I said as we sauntered back to his car. It felt good to be back home, back in the U.S., but I was going to remember that night for the rest of my life.

I chewed my lip as my eyes flickered shut for a fraction of a second.

“Tired?”

“Yea, I guess.” I laughed softly, forcing my eyes open as he gunned the engine and headed out of the parking lot. It wasn’t long before we were back in front of his place.

“Come inside, and we can have a cup of coffee.”

Yea, coffee, that was what he wanted. Nonetheless, I was out of the car in a fraction of a second, and we made our way towards his front door.

“So,” I reached out and took his arm. “Do you normally take girls on a plane right for a first date?”

“I haven’t been on a first date in a long time.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

With a quiet laugh, he said, “I work pretty much nonstop. Sure, right now I’m leaving at 8:00 so the repairs and renovations can get done, but that doesn’t mean I finish work. I come home, have dinner and get right back to work.”

“Sounds … well, like a lot of work.” It sounded draining and hard and annoying.

“I guess that’s what I’m looking forward to though, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want to lie to you, but I hate to be the bearer of bad news.” He grinned. “It’s a lot of hard work.” He padded to the fridge and pulled two beers out before handing me one. “But yea, it’s going to be years of hard work. If you want to expand your business, it’s going to be even harder, but if you decide one shop is enough, it shouldn’t be too bad. Assuming you can handle a few years of sleepless nights.” He grinned, taking a swig of beer.

“Well, once I get college under my belt, I’ll have a lot of experience in that.” I stepped towards him, taking a drink of my beer. We didn’t actually come here to talk, did we?

I knew why we’d come back to Dean’s place, and I was more than okay with it. I set the beer down on the counter.

“I just hope you can keep working at the casino. I’d hate to try and find an excuse to see you.”

“Who said you needed an excuse?” I grinned. “I might just let you come over to hang out sometime.”

“Really?” He closed the distance between us.

Okay, maybe I wasn’t the best at this kind of stuff, but it seemed to get the point across because Dean reached out and touched my waist. My eyes locked on him. I’d thought about kissing him since our last kiss, it had been all I could think about, and now here was my chance.

“Just for the record, best date ever.”

Dean grinned, pulling me towards him. “Good. Does that mean I can kiss you now?”

Without a word, my fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him close to me, my lips crashing against his. He let out a deep breath, his fingers digging into my skin from outside of my shirt. His free hand ran over the curves of my body as he pressed me against the counter.

I let out a soft moan as my arms wrapped around his neck; my left hand didn’t stay there, it trailed down his muscular chest. A deep breath escaped him as his eyes rolled back for a fraction of a second.

My hand cupped his cock from outside of his jeans.

“Fuck,” he whispered into my ear; his hot breath sent a shiver down my spine.

I pulled away from the kiss, my lips touching his neck as hands traced down the curves of my body. I massaged him gently.

He pulled away from me and licked his lips. “So, there’s this room I’d like to show you.”

“What’s wrong with the kitchen?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I’d rather see you naked on my bed.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal, but it set my heart racing. Desire pooled in the pit of my stomach.

“Well, then I guess we’d better go to that bedroom you want to show me.”

Dean grinned without a word and led me down a hallway and into a bedroom. My heart skipped a beat as he slipped his shirt over his head and it landed on the ground. Unzipping my dress, I let it fall to the ground without a word.

Dean turned to face me. His jaw dropped as he looked me up and down. His head tilted to the left as I stared at his muscular chest, my eyes dropping lower and lower to his abs and the small trail of hair that vanished under his pants. I stopped right in front of him, my bra and panties still on, along with my stockings and heels, and reached out for his pants and pulled him close to me, popping the button on his jeans. He grinned as my hand slipped down his boxers and my fingers wrapped around his hard cock.

Dean blew out a deep breath, stepping away from me. Not yet. He took my hand and pulled me into his arms, spinning me around and pushing me down onto the bed gently. “First, I get to have a little fun with you.”

My heart flipped as I watched him lower himself down onto the bed, kneeling between my legs as I spread them wide.

I reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him down to me. My lips touched his softly. “Have all the fun you want.” With my free hand, I traced over his muscular back, lower and lower. My fingers dug into his jeans as I grabbed his butt.

Dean grinned, kissing me. His fingers traced over my skin ever so gently. I moaned softly as he pushed my bra out of the way and massaged my breast gently. My eyes rolled back as he played with my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My body arched as my hands dropped from him onto the bed, my fingers digging into the bedding.

Dean twisted my nipple between his fingers gently.

I moaned louder.

Dean let go of my nipple. My eyes snapped open just in time to see his lips lower to my breast. I gasped as his teeth grazed my skin gently. A soft kiss followed quickly, making his way slowly up my neck. Dean trailed soft kisses over every inch of my skin as I moaned louder.

Pleasure tugged at me, but desire overwhelmed me, wanting more. Needing more.

I pulled away from him—tried to at least, but Dean grabbed me just before I could get away and pulled me into a deep kiss. My teeth grazed his lower lip, nibbling gently. “I want you,” I whispered.

“Where?” His eyes sparkled.

My eyes locked on his as I opened my mouth; I was going to say something he wouldn’t expect. What can I say? I like being a shock star.

“In my mouth.”

Dean swallowed as he pulled away from me just enough to push his pants down. My eyes widened a little as I realized there were no boxers there. His thick cock sprang forward. Taking a deep breath, I dropped down onto my hands and knees and crawled towards him. His head touched my lips as I came to a stop in front of him. I looked up, my eyes locking on his as I opened my mouth and took his cock as deep as I could.

I felt his head touch the back of my throat before I pulled it out, and then back in. My head bobbed as my mouth worked over his cock, faster and faster.

Dean’s eyes rolled back as his fingers tangled in my hair, controlling how fast I moved.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Faster and faster.

My teeth grazed his cock ever so gently as my tongue flicked over his most sensitive parts.

“Fuck, Becca.” His eyes rolled back as I glanced up at him. My mouth worked faster and faster. A hoarse moan rumbled from his throat.

He pulled away.

Next thing I knew, I was on my back with my legs spread and a man between them. I stared at him with wide eyes. “Did you like it that much?”

“I don’t think I would have lasted much longer for you.” His lips touched my neck. “Anyways, it’s no fun if I have to wait to fuck you,” he whispered, his lips touching my earlobe for a fraction of a second.

I moaned, my eyes flickering shut for a fraction of a second, and then pulled away gently.

“Do you, um have any—” I cut myself off and took a breath, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. “Condoms.”

“Yea.” He pushed himself off the bed and hurried towards his dresser. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. There is still time to back out. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck Dean and just wished he wasn’t my boss.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was wrong, that you weren’t supposed to do this kind of thing. I sat up, watching as he pulled a condom out of the drawer and made his way back over to me. Slipping my panties down my legs and over my shoes, I tossed them onto the ground and then removed my bra.

“I want you on your hands and knees.”

I grinned, getting onto my hands and knees as I watched him rip the condom packaging and slip it over his hard cock.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him; a fraction of a second later, I felt him slam into me. I gasped as pleasure and pain overwhelmed me.

His hand caressed the small of my back. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Oh, God, yes.”

Dean pulled away from me and slid back in, this time, a little gentler. He pulled away and slid back into me, getting faster and faster with every thrust and getting harder and harder.

My eyes rolled back. I was already so close to the edge, just having his hard member inside me was enough to make me want to cum.

His hand on my lower back, he pressed me down, my legs widening. I gasped, reaching between my legs and touching my clit.

Pleasure overwhelmed me.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Dean slammed into me faster and faster. I moaned louder as his free hand grabbed my hip, pulling me closer to him.

“It feels so fucking good,” I mumbled into the bedding.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Faster and faster.

“You feel good.” Dean’s voice sounded hoarse. He slammed into me faster and faster.

My nails dug into the bedding. “I’m so close.”

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Dean slammed into me faster and faster. My fingers circled my clit keeping time with him as my eyes rolled back; pleasure overwhelmed my body.

“Cum for me.” Dean sounded like he was close himself, but his words sent me over the edge. I gasped, my hips bucking as he pulled me closer to him, slamming into me faster and faster.

Pleasure overtook my body; my eyes rolled back as everything went a hazy white and my body shook as a wave of pleasure crashed through my body.

Dean slammed into me. Stroke. Stoke. Stroke.

I gasped for breath, my fingers fumbling over my clit as I massaged myself. Further waves of pleasure surged through my body, coming one after the other, again and again. Another wave passed through my body as I took a deep breath; the next wave was a little softer.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned, my nails digging into the bedding. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My hips buckled as another wave surged through my body, this time, softer. The next wave was softer still, and the one after that was almost so soft I didn’t notice it. Dean reached out and grabbed my hand. He kissed the top of my head gently. “Feel good?” he whispered into my hair.

“Oh, God yes.”

I flopped against the bed, pulling away from Dean, and then rolled over and looked him up and down. “Did you … finish?”

“No.” He almost looked embarrassed.

I grinned. “Good. We can go back to that blow job.” I patted my chest. “Come sit.”

Dean grinned as he straddled my shoulders. He took the condom off and tossed it in the trash. I stared up at him with a grin on my face and my eyes sparkling as I opened my mouth and took his cock in my mouth. Dean’s hips worked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me faster and faster.

My tongue flicked over every inch of him.

Dean rolled his eyes back. “Fuck.” His body stiffened as his hips worked faster and faster, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth.

I moaned as my eyes locked on him, watching the way his body stiffened even more, and he inhaled deeply.

He gasped as his cock touched the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, forcing my body to relax. He fell forward using his hand against the wall to support him as he thrust into me.

I moaned as a low rumble passed through his lips. His cum hit the back of my throat before I swallowed; my tongue traced over his cock as he thrust into me again.

I swallowed his load, my eyes locked on him the entire time.

His eyes flickered open for a fraction of a second as he slid out of me and then fell onto the bed beside me. I rolled half onto him and spread my leg over his hips.

He just grinned looking at me. The entire time he refused to say a word.

“What?” I tilted my head to the left, waiting for him to say something—anything.

“I’m so taking you on a second date.” His grin widened. “And then I’m bringing you back here so we can do that again.”

I laughed softly. “You had that much fun with it?”

“Oh, God yes.” He gave me a quick kiss before slipping off the bed and crossing over to the dresser. He glanced at something on his nightstand. My heart did a back flip as I looked at it. The clock said it was 1:00 a.m.

“Do you want to stay tonight?”

“I … I’ll have to leave pretty early to get home before work.”

“I can just give you a ride.”

My jaw almost dropped as I stared at him.

“But … what if someone sees us?”

Dean shrugged. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Why didn’t he seem worried about people finding out about us? “Just to be clear,” I sat up looking at him. “We don’t want people to know about this … about us, right?”

He laughed softly. “I’d rather people don’t know, but I don’t care all that much if they do.” He looked me up and down. “Do you care?”

I bit my lip. “A little,” I admitted. But maybe that had to do with my past. “When …” I took a deep breath. “Remember I told you it wasn’t the first time I’ve been involved with a boss?” Dean nodded but didn’t say anything. “Well, when everyone found out about him and me, it changed everything. My friends turned on me, and the people who already didn’t like me … it got so bad, Brad and I talked about me switching to another location so that people wouldn’t be so mean. The girls were snarky and nasty and … they went full-on Mean Girl on me.” I swallowed dryly, trying not to think about the past.

“I see. I can see why it would worry you then.” Dean came over to the bed and sat down beside me. “I can assure you, I will not tolerate that kind of action in my casino.”

“But what can you do? Fire everyone because they are mean to your girlfriend?” I shook my head.

“Melina wouldn’t let anyone treat you like that.”

“No offense, but whatever kind of relationship you have with Melina doesn’t really make me feel any better.”

“Are you still jealous?”

“I never said I was jealous!” I bit my lip. “It’s just … You two obviously have a long history.”

“And she has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who happens to be a very good friend of mine.” He gave me a smile, and his hand reached out and touched my lip. “We’ll keep it a secret as long as we can, but no matter what happens, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you because we are together. I’m not going to let you get hurt because of me.” He held something out to me, and I looked down to see a pair of sweat pants. “They might be a little big, but they will have to do; we can stop by your place tomorrow morning so you can grab a quick change of clothes and your uniform.”

I smiled, taking the sweat pants from him. “Alright. But if this is going to be a normal thing, I’m going to start bringing a change of clothes.”