Hidden Betrayal (O'Connor Girls Book 1) Page 15

  “She already said she wouldn’t expect me home.” Kristy gasped when he ran his tongue around the shape of her ear.

  “I knew your sister was a smart girl.” Dean moaned. Probably because Kristy had slid her hand under his shirt and she was gently tugging on his piercing. She didn’t know why but it turned her on when she did it, and he responded.

  “It’s still a little early to be going to bed.” Kristy sighed as his lips moved down the side of her neck.

  “I’m not planning on going to sleep.” Dean slipped his arm under her knees and lifted her onto his lap. His lips moved down to her collarbone and across the top of her breast.

  “What about eating?” Kristy panted as he nipped her hardened nipple through her shirt.

  “I’ll be eating alright,” Dean growled and stood up so fast that Kristy squealed.

  “Food, Dean. Food.” Kristy laughed as he stomped toward his bedroom.

  “You first.” Dean lowered her to the bed and crawled over her.

  Kristy bit her lip as he slowly raised her T-shirt up over her torso over her breasts and stop to flick his tongue over each nipple through her thin bra. He continued to push off her shirt until it was over her head but still around her arms.

  “Leave that there,” Dean growled and yanked his own shirt over his head.

  Kristy dropped her eyes to where his erection bulged inside his jeans. He was a large man, and she wanted to release it from its confines so she could wrap her hand around it and lick him. When she tried to throw off her shirt Dean grabbed her arms and pulled it tight around them.

  “Hey,” She tried to pull away.

  “I want to kiss and taste every fucking inch of you, but if your hands are free you’re going to touch me, and I need a little control right now. You did see him trying to escape; I saw you lick your lips when you looked at it.” Dean’s gaze traveled down her half-naked body. “Now, let's get rid of these.”

  Dean unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off her hips while his tongue, teeth, and lips did amazing things to her nipples through her bra. He’d nip one then lick the other and then gently blow across the dampness his mouth made. It drove her crazy.

  “Dean, I want to touch you.” Kristy panted as her jeans slipped off her feet. She didn’t know where her flipflops had gone because she didn’t remember kicking them off but she couldn’t think at the moment because his warm hands glided slowly up her legs gently massaging as his tongue followed.

  “Soon, Kitten,” Dean whispered right before his tongue slid between her legs and licked her through her panties.

  “Ah… Dean.” Kristy moaned.

  “That’s it, moan for me. I want to hear your pleasure.” Dean’s hot breath blew across her damp underwear, and she shivered.

  “Please… take them off.” Kristy was desperate to feel his hot mouth on her.

  “With pleasure,” Dean growled and grabbed the waist of her panties and gradually slid them off her legs. Taking his time to kiss every inch from the top of her hips to her ankles. It was about to drive her right off the deep end.

  Whatever he’d done with her shirt she couldn’t free her hands, and when she lifted them to see what he did, he pushed them back over her head.

  “You’re going to torture me to death,” Kristy whined.

  “You don’t like what I’m doing.” He unhooked her bra which opened in the front.

  “I want to do a little torturing myself.” She grinned and dropped her gaze to his groin.

  “I want to ravish you before I release you.” He grinned and brushed his lips against hers and pressed his covered erection against her swollen clit.

  “I need to come.” Kristy groaned as she pressed up against him.

  “I’ll help you with that, but you need to promise to keep your hands above your head.” Dean grinded harder against her.

  “God, yes.” Kristy moaned.

  He really was driving her to the brink of insanity with the way he was grinding against her. She should have let him continue but he stopped, and she growled. When he chuckled, she wanted to kick him, but before she could, he sucked her pebbled nipple into his mouth and slipped his finger between her wet folds.

  “Oh, yes.” Kristy gasped and raised her hips off the bed.

  He sucked gently on her nipple and switched to the other and back again. All the while he pressed the heal of his hand against her swollen clit. His finger slid forward and back between her folds but not going inside. She raised her hips again, and he pushed them back down.

  “Patience, Kitten,” Dean whispered against her chest.

  “Dean, you’re driving me… ahhh crazy.” She groaned as he flicked his tongue into her belly button and continued to lick his way down to where she wanted him most.

  “I never saw anything so beautiful in my life,” Dean whispered, and his hot breath blew across her wetness.

  He flicked his tongue quickly against her clit once, twice then on the third time he sucked it hard into his mouth and drove his fingers deep inside her. It pushed her completely over the edge, and she arched off the bed.

  “Ahh … Dean. God. Yes.” Kristy screamed, and her body shuddered as her orgasm shot through her body like a pleasurable wave of electricity.

  Before she had a chance to come down from it, he had her trembling with pleasure again. This one was more intense. So much so when she opened her eyes, she saw stars.

  He’s trying to kill me.

  Chapter 15

  Dean’s cock was about to burst through the zipper of his jeans but watching her as her release overtook her was beautiful. He could have stayed there forever making her come, but the painful ache in his groin told him he needed his own release.

  “Dean, take this off my hands.” Kristy panted as she struggled to release her arms from her shirt. He straddled her hips and released the knot he’d tied to keep her hands together.

  It wasn’t that he was into all that fifty shades shit, but some of it was interesting. Not the painful stuff but the bondage could be a real turn on, and with Kristy, it was painfully arousing.

  When he released her hands, he rubbed her wrists to make sure they didn't hurt. Her aroused gaze started from his eyes and slowly moved down his body until she stopped at the waist of his jeans. She pulled her hands from his and pushed them behind his back.

  “Now, I won’t tie you up but keep those behind your back.” Kristy wiggled until she was out from under him and knelt up on the bed in front of him. It was difficult to keep his hands behind his back, but he wanted her to feel the same control he had a few minutes before. He clasped them behind his back and watched as she pressed her lips against his bare chest and used her hands to pop the button on his jeans.

  She sucked his nipple into her hot mouth and slowly lowered his zipper. Her hand slid inside, and with a quick flick her hand was wrapped around his engorged dick, and her teeth were gently biting down on his nipple.

  “Holy Fuck.” Dean groaned.

  “Stand up,” Kristy demanded as she pushed him back to the edge of the bed until he stood next to it.

  His hands were starting to hurt from holding them together so tightly. Kristy moved off the bed and pushed him back still with her hand grasped tightly on his cock.

  “You’re so hard.” She whispered and licked his bottom lip. “I’m going to do that to this.” She pulled his cock out of his briefs but didn’t bother to push down either his jeans or underwear.

  “Fuck, Kitten. Do what you want.” He growled when she fell to her knees and pumped his cock while she squeezed pre-cum out of the top of his dick.

  “Someone is ready to pop.” She smiled right before she slowly ran her tongue up his entire length. Then she sucked his head into her mouth and let go with a pop.

  “Damn, do that again.” Dean moaned.

  “Like that huh?” She repeated the motion, and he could feel that tingle in the base of his spine.

  “Yes, but I don’t want to come yet. If you keep that up, I will.” D
ean tried to pull out of her grasp, but she grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed it while she repeated her motion a third time.

  “Pull down your jeans, Dean.” Kristy seemed to enjoy giving commands, and if he was honest, it was hot.

  Dean slowly slid his jeans and briefs off his hips and down to his knees. Kristy pushed his hands back behind his back and took over the rest of the clothing removal. He stepped out of them and stood there with his cock less than an inch from her plump lips.

  “Lay down on the bed.” Kristy stood up.

  She almost seemed worried he wouldn’t comply, but it was so damn hot he sat down and flopped back on the bed. His feet were on the floor, and he spread his legs when she stepped between them.

  “Now, what are you gonna do with me?” Dean grinned.

  “I’m going to see how far I can suck you into my mouth.” Kristy smiled.

  He must have had a surprised expression because she laughed and bent over to flick her tongue against the swollen head of his cock. Dean propped himself up on his elbows and glanced behind her. His full-length mirror was in the perfect position for him to get a good look at her sexy ass as she sucked him slowly into her mouth.

  “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, Kitten.” Dean groaned while she took him deep into her mouth. Although she wasn’t able to get him all the way in, she sure as hell gave it the old college try. What she couldn’t get into her mouth she was pumping slowly with her hand.

  He watched her ass wiggle as her head bobbed up and down on his dick. It was getting more difficult to hold off on coming, and he knew he had to stop her before he did. He wanted to be buried inside her when he had his release.

  “Baby, stop.” Dean panted.

  “Mmm.” Kristy’s moans sent vibrations shooting through his body.

  “Kitten, I want to be inside you.” Dean groaned as she pumped him faster.

  When she finally popped off his head, he fell back on the bed. He’d been so close to exploding into her mouth. He reached toward his nightstand and pulled out a condom.

  “I want to put it on.” Kristy snatched it out of his hand and straddled his legs.

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea but fuck I love when you touch me.” Dean ran his hands up her thighs and held onto her hips.

  Kristy placed the condom on the head of his erection and rolled it on slowly making little strokes as she did. When she rolled it all the way on, Dean lifted her by the hips and moved her above him.

  “Ride me, Kitten. I want your pussy to swallow my cock.” Dean whispered as she lowered herself down over his stiff dick.

  Dean almost lost his breath when she took him completely inside her. She felt so fucking amazing, as she ground against him. It was so damn hot.

  “You’re so hard.” Kristy moaned and increased her speed.

  “You make me that way.” Dean moaned as he gripped her hips and pulled her back and forth. Her inside squeezed him as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

  Dean cupped the back of her head and drove his tongue into her mouth as she moved her hips in circular motion. He slipped his other hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit.

  Kristy groaned, and when she sucked his tongue, he was sure he could feel it in his dick. He could hear the wetness as they moved together, but he needed to go faster.

  He flipped her over onto her back without breaking their kiss or slipping out of her. Kristy grabbed his ass and wrapped her legs around his hips as he slammed into her over and over. He was ready to come but he wasn’t without making her scream his name.

  “Come for me, Kitten.” Dean pulled his lips from hers and moved his thumb against her clit as he continued to slam into her.

  “Don’t stop.” She moaned.

  “I don’t think I could at this point.” Dean growled.

  “Dean, yes. Yeah.” Her body arched off the bed, and she trembled as her pussy tightened around his cock. With her release, it only took one more thrust inside her, and he lost it.

  “Fuck, baby. Yes, oh fuck.” Dean shouted as he pushed deep into her and held himself there while his cock jerked inside her.

  Dean’s arms shook as he held himself above her and gazed down. Kristy’s eyes were closed, as she seemed to try and regulate her breathing. She was so damn beautiful. Dean used the moment to study her face while her warm hands glided up and down his back.

  “You’re staring.” She whispered without opening her beautiful eyes.

  “I am.” He shuddered when her pussy squeezed his sensitive cock.

  “Why?” Kristy opened her eyes and met his eyes.

  “Because I want to.” He smiled and brushed his lips against hers.

  “I’m just wondering how long you’re going to be able to hold yourself up.” Kristy chuckled, and he could feel it inside her.

  “I’m wondering that myself, but I need to get up and get rid of this thing.” Dean gave her one quick kiss and jumped to his feet.

  “I can’t move right now.” Kristy sighed.

  “Good, I don’t want you to move.” Dean winked and hurried to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

  He returned to find her snuggled under the blankets with her hand tucked under her cheek. She smiled as he approached the bed and pulled back the comforter so he could crawl in next to her.

  “I could get used to this,” Dean whispered as she snuggled into his side.

  “Me too and to think if you hadn’t been so stubborn we could have been doing this for years.” Kristy tipped her head back to look at him.

  “I’m a fucking idiot. I know.” Dean chuckled. “You can remind me of that at least once a week for the rest of my life.”

  “I like the sound of that.” Kristy rested her hand on his chest and swirled her finger around in small circles.

  “Han thinks you’re beautiful.” Dean kissed the top of her head.

  “So is she. Even with the bruised eye, you can see she’s a knockout.” Kristy pressed her lips against his chest.

  “My sister has aged in the four months for obvious reasons, but when I was a little boy I remember two guys fighting over her on our front lawn. My dad grabbed them by the shirt collars and told them to grow up. I don’t think I had started school, so I was about four. I don’t know who they were, but I remember her screaming from the step telling them to stop.” Dean had clung tightly to his mom that day.

  “Isabelle had that happen over her at a softball game when she was in high school. The guy she was dating beat the crap out of some guy from the other team for flirting with her.” Kristy laughed.

  “Knowing your sister, she probably dumped the guy.” Dean chuckled.

  “Actually, he was killed in a motorcycle accident a couple of years later,” Kristy whispered. “He was a good guy.”

  “Is that why she doesn’t date?” Dean couldn’t remember in all the years he’d been back in Newfoundland ever seeing the oldest of the O’Connor girls ever date.

  “She’s married to her restaurant, but no they were broken up long before that happened.” Kristy yawned and draped her leg across his. “I guess she hasn’t found the right guy.”

  Dean closed his eyes. It was the most content he’d felt in a long time and the soft sound of her even breathing lulled him into a deep sleep. He didn’t know what answers he’d get the next day but the only thing he cared about at that moment was the woman next to him.

  Dean’s eyes flew open a short while later. He didn’t even realize he’d fallen asleep. At least not until he was into the horrible nightmare where he was locked in a cage and some sadistic man tortured Kristy.

  He glanced down at his chest. Kristy's long hair covered it like a silky blanket. She was turned away from him but still tucked into his side. Her soft snore proof she was still sound asleep. He didn’t want to wake her, but he couldn’t help but turn into her warm body and pull her against him.

  She moaned a little but pushed her body into his before her breathing became deep and even again. H
e pressed his lips against the back of her head and then eased out of bed, so he wouldn’t wake her.

  A quick shower and two cups of coffee later, Kristy was still asleep, and Dean sat on the deck watching a wild rabbit feed on a tall patch of grass next to the tree line. It was a little after seven in the morning, and when he closed his eyes, he could hear the waves crash against the rocks in the distance.

  “I see you still get up at the crack of dawn.” Dean opened his eyes and glanced up at his sister.

  “I’m surprised to see you up this early.” Dean chuckled.

  “It’s a strange place and a new bed.” She sat next to him on the bench.

  “Did you sleep at all?” Dean held up his cup, and she shook her head.

  “Better than I thought but still a lot of dreams.” She turned away but not in time for him to miss the tears in her eyes.

  “Han, I’m so sorry.” Dean dropped his head.

  “Dean, you did nothing wrong. I know I blamed you at first, but I know this wasn’t your fault.” Hannah rested her hand on his arm.

  Dean covered it with his own and met her sad expression. She’d lost so much. Her husband, daughter and the last four months of her life she spent locked up.

  “Han, there’s something I need to ask you.” Dean figured there wouldn’t be a better time.

  “What’s that?” She appeared to study him before she sat back on the bench.

  “Did you have a baby when you were fourteen?” Dean watched her face and knew the answer without her answer. Her eyes widened, and he saw the pulse in her neck increase.

  “How…who…where did you hear that?” She shifted on the bench and tucked her hands under her thighs.

  “Is that really important? I need to know.” Dean touched her knee.

  She dropped her head, and a soft sob escaped her. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for the answer he didn’t want to believe. He didn’t push her to answer as she covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath.

  “Yes,” Hannah whispered when she raised her head and met his eyes.

  “You put the baby up for adoption.” Dean swallowed the lump forming in his throat.