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Shit! At least one of us was thinking responsibly. I would’ve
just taken him in without a thought to anything else. Having wacky hormones, I
was on birth control, but it was best to be really safe.

“Condoms, condoms…” I didn’t bring any. Why would I? This
wasn’t something I normally did. But my best friend did. “Emily! In her bag.
The purple one. One of the front three pockets.”

Yes! Thankfully Emily was much more free spirited than I
was. She always packed an emergency kit. Something for any occasion.

Dean scrambled off the bed and knelt in front of the stuffed
bag. He opened the first pocket and spilled out dice. From the second pocket,
he held up elf ears, an eye patch, and fake vampire fangs. I wondered what sort
of emergencies Emily had in mind for those.

Opening the third pocket, he let out a whoop. The packaging
crinkled, signaling he’d found treasure.

He bounded onto the bed, and I welcomed him back with a
lusty kiss. There was no way he could get that thing on fast enough. I cupped
his balls, fondling his sac to spur him on his way. I was the horniest muggle
in the world.

Dean groaned and broke the kiss to look down at what he was
doing. A low chuckle caused me to freeze. Why was he laughing? Was this all a
joke?

“Where the hell did she find these?” He held up the condom
package. There was a picture of Gandalf on it shouting, “You shall not pass!”

Laughter bubbled up. My hand fluttered up to cover my mouth.
“I don’t know. Somewhere online.”

Dean continued to laugh as he ripped open the package. “Well,
let’s hope that Gandalf does his job.”

“Is that what you call him?” I teased, tickling the
underside of his penis.

He slipped the slick latex over the head of his cock and
rolled it down. It stretched tight over the base. His bedroom eyes raised to
meet mine again. “You can call him anything you want just as long as you call
him yours.”

I sucked in a breath under the intensity of his gaze. There
was no silly or smart retort to that. I didn’t think my mouth could form a word
even if I wanted to say something. Instead I kissed him again, twining our
tongues together.

The tension ramped up, so much that it made it difficult for
me to breathe. I leaned back slowly and never let our lips part. My legs
spread, and a second of relief washed through me that I’d shaved yesterday
morning before I left for the convention. Not that I expected to be having some
guy run his hands up along my legs, but it was a bonus that I wasn’t worried
about being prickly. That was so not sexy.

He reached my groin, tracing around the soft down and then
dipped a finger into me. I was more than ready for him. Wetter than wet. Only
possible with him.

My head touched down on the pillows. My curls fluffed out
wildly, and I blew one out of my face with annoyance. Dean smiled as he nudged
my hair from my face just as his chest met mine. Quivering with lust, I wrapped
my arms around him and pulled him onto me the rest of the way.

The head of his cock poked at me, and I gasped, arms
tightening.

“You okay?” he whispered, holding himself still.

“More than okay.” I never meant three words more than those.
It excited and scared me at the same time.

Kissing me, he coaxed my legs open farther and probed my sex
again. I couldn’t wait any longer. Patience may be a virtue, but there was
nothing chaste about what we were doing. Digging my heels into the mattress, I
thrust up and took him into me.

We groaned together as he buried himself the rest of the
way. Oh, he was thick. I’d only had two lovers before Dean, and neither of them
were hung like this. I was stretched, filled as if he was too much and the
perfect size at the same.

I squeezed him with my vaginal walls, holding him in me for
a few seconds. Then I eased down and back up again. He didn’t need another cue.

My body blazed from head to toe. My core burning in the most
wonderful of ways. I moaned with his slow starting pace and followed his lead,
kissing over his neck and nibbling at his flesh. He still smelled lightly of
Irish Spring and something a little more. A bit of sweat and male. When did I
gain the nose of a werewolf?

But as Dean thrust into me again, I was reminded that I didn’t
need scent to tell me he was all male. All hot and sexy, locked together with
me.

He wanted me to call him mine.

“Faster,” I pleaded and wound one leg around his waist. The
other I hooked over his thigh.

With a grunt, he complied. His body slapped against mine and
pushed me closer to the headboard with the force of it. I jolted, moving as
much as I could under the ardent pounding.

Perspiration slicked our bodies. My hands caressed his back,
up and down, groping at his tight ass and running through his silky hair. I
couldn’t touch enough of him. I wanted all of him at once. And the only way I
could tell him was through feverish kisses.

Dean murmured my name. And even with his face screwing up
with pleasure, he was still the most gorgeous geek in the universe.

Wetness trickled down from my slit and over the curve of my
rear. One tiny detail, and each and every one so massive in this moment. The
muscles of his legs as he pumped, the quivering of his lower abdomen, and his
hair tickling my cheek. A thousand other things. Everything so sensual and
driving me to the greatest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

I gripped his shoulders as my climax rolled over me. I arced
up, inner walls spasming, and crying out with bliss.

He ground harder against me as I came, building me into a
second frenzy. It swooped upon me, fast and wild. I didn’t even realize he’d
come too before I eased down from that intense high. His penis was softening as
I lowered my legs and let them hang limply at his sides.

Dean rested his body on top of mine and kissed me. Long and
tender. I savored the warm, tingling aftermath of my orgasms. More so, the
feeling of him still locked within me.

“You’re amazing.” He nudged my nose with his and smiled. His
flushed face and mussed hair made him look a little younger than his twenty-two
years.

“Ditto.” Yup, I was lost. Though we were the same age, I
felt like a lovesick fangirl like I’d been in high school with the tenth
Doctor, David Tennant. If only Dean had a TARDIS, and we could try to do it in
every room of that ship. Rooms that could be infinite.

With that thought, I hugged him to me before rolling him
over and letting him slip out. I’d give him a few minutes to recover and put on
a new condom. Then this time, I’d be on top.

Geek girl problem #60: Because you’re a realist, when
the perfect guy comes along, you waste time wondering if you’re living in a
computer simulation or if he’s a pod person plotting to seduce you and make you
one of them.

I woke with a smile. Well rested and warm, with a happy wetness
between my legs, I tried to recall my dream. The details were fuzzy, but there
was something kinky with Han Solo on the bridge of the
Millennium Falcon
.

I rolled onto my side with my eyes closed still and
stretched out. A body. There was someone in bed with me. My newly waking brain
tried to process the information. Did Emily crawl into the wrong bed?

Oh God! Where were my clothes?

Suddenly sitting and hugging the blankets to my chest, what
happened the previous night came crashing back to me in delectably vivid
detail. I turned my head as Dean sighed in his sleep, and a libidinous shudder
gave me goose bumps.

Damn, he was so beautiful lying there.

I spotted a hickey at the base of his neck. What was I, some
rabid Klingon? A fledgling vamp? Hickeys were for stupid, horny teens.

I smiled. I’d marked him. Mine. All mine.

After having sex for a second time last night, we’d stayed
up for hours talking. Conversation flowed even better than it did in our
out-of-character forum online. I’d been an idiot to worry that Dean didn’t want
me but Gyrfalcon. He was too smart for that. It was Morgan and Dean that
connected, not our characters. Even though Thorton turning into a double agent
and working for Gyrfalcon was an angle I was definitely going to pursue in the
game.

I did a mental happy dance. Look at this gorgeous guy in my
bed. A guy that had the hots for me as badly as I had it for him.

A guy who lived in Ohio, six hours away from me in Indiana.
One who was doing his graduate degree and working just as I was. My free time
was spent playing games. There was no time for a social life, never mind a
relationship. A long-distance relationship.

My stomach churned. Long-distance relationships never
worked. Doing dirty things over Skype was nowhere near the same as the real
thing.

Why did I always have to burst my own bubble? Oh yeah,
because I was a realist. The hard truth about life was that nothing was fair.
My heart hung heavy as my vision grew blurry with oncoming tears.

Gorram, life sucked.

Drawing my legs to my chest, I gritted my teeth at that
familiar morning sensation. Great, now I had to get out of that warm bed and go
pee.

I did my best not to disturb Dean as I slipped out from
under the covers. I glanced at the unoccupied bed before I tiptoed into the bathroom.
Emily wasn’t there.

Uh-oh. Had Emily come back to find us sleeping together and
leave? Or even worse, come in while we were doing it?

Bloody hell.

I shut the bathroom door before switching on the light. What
a rotten friend I was. I didn’t have a doubt that Emily knew what was going on
in the room one way or another. I had to call her. Explain myself. Apologize.

But my cell was on the nightstand.

Pee first. Then call. No, maybe shower. I smelled like sex.

I caught myself smiling at that and scrubbed the smirk off
my face with one hand. Why did I feel so wonderful and giddy but guilty and
depressed at the same time? Relationships in the past had always been cut and
dry. Yet I never had a connection with anyone else like I did with Dean. Never
mind fireworks exploding when we kissed. It was goddamn supernovas.

Relieving myself, I then turned on the shower. Hot. Almost
scorching hot. Steam fast filled the bathroom as I washed. Under the streaming
water, I tried to forget everything for a moment. I closed my eyes, and no
matter how I tried to clear my head, Dean always filled my mind’s eye.

“Is there room for two in there?”

I started at his voice, flailing blindly before cracking my
elbow against the wall. Even with it throbbing, I did my best to cover myself.
Having sex in dim lighting was one thing, but now we were in a brightly lit
bathroom and I looked like a drowned poodle. Okay, maybe not like a toy dog,
but the wet look had never been flattering to me.

“Whoa. Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” Dean
reached in and stroked my upper arm.

Oh my. He was naked. Gloriously naked and hard.

I nipped my lower lip as my arousal erupted with no care of
what I might look like with flat hair and no makeup. “I’m okay, really. I just
thought you were still sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You didn’t disturb me at all. In fact,” he said with sly
grin, “quite the opposite. I could wake up to this every morning.”

God, could he be more sexy? He was so smooth, sure of
himself, and I was so…not.

Dean stepped into the tub, shutting the curtain behind him
with a swish. He still smiled as he drank in my body and tugged my arm away
from my chest to coax me to him. There was no way to resist him. I was
hypnotized by his trim body and come-hither gaze.

I sighed into our kiss, forgetting all my insecurities as
his erection pressed against my stomach as we embraced. I rocked my hips slowly
back and forth, teasing his thick member.

“Mm, good morning.” Dean kneaded my rear as I continued to
sway.

“Good morning to you too. And to Gandalf.” I giggled. The
comment earned me a little tickle on my sides.

He held me harder against him and reached down from behind
to draw a finger along my slit. “He’s the horniest wizard in the world this
morning. I was hoping we could go on a quest to help him with that.”

“Maybe, but I think he needs to wash first.” I wiggled free
of his hold. If he fingered me even a little more, I was afraid I might come
too fast. I didn’t want to make it easy for him. I picked up the washcloth and
soap, and then changed our positions so that he was under the spray.

Dean leaned his head back and slicked his hair. Sleek and
scrumptious.

I didn’t move for a few seconds as I stared at him. The heat
between my legs flared and screamed at me to get on with it. Take him. Take him
now!

When I finally did move, it was as though my life became a
slow-motion film. I made sure the cloth was soapy before lathering him up.
Hairless chest, strong shoulders, and flat stomach. His back, arms and
underneath with the tufts of dark hair. Then I knelt and moved down, skipping
his groin to do his legs first.

Neither of us said a word. Dirty talk had never been my
thing, and if I did say something, it’d likely be a joke. And laughter would
only disrupt this juicy moment. The tension as thick as his cock.

Speaking of which, it twitched as my hands neared it. His
thighs tightened along with his sac. I washed under it, nudging it and giving
it a little tug. His dark pubic hair was no longer fuzzy, but slicked down and
giving me full access to every centimeter of flesh.

Dean groaned and put a hand on the wall, steadying himself.
His eyes fluttered, but stayed focused upon me.

I dribbled white bubbles over the length of his erection,
watching them drip down. Instead of using the cloth, I wrapped my hand around
him and covered his entire penis with soap. The hand at his side clenched and
unclenched.

Staying on my knees, I turned him to one side a little so
that water could rinse off his front. My chest heaved and grazed one of his legs.
His thick cock jolted with the contact.

The second the last bit of soap washed away from his
genitals, I leaned in and dragged the flat of my tongue up his erection. I
flicked it over the head once, twice and then three times before engulfing only
the tip with my mouth. Dean moaned as I suckled him, echoing over the fall of
water.

My fingers danced up his inner thighs and toyed with his
balls. Little caresses, long strokes and playful tugs. Dean bent a bit more at
the knees and trembled.

I took him deeper into my mouth, mindful of my teeth, and
rippled my tongue. I bobbed my head a few times before he lightly put a hand on
the back of it.

“If you keep this up, I’m going to come fast.” He panted the
words, obviously attempting to exert control over his pleasure.

I released his throbbing member to speak. “Maybe I want you
to.”

My tongue circled his cock’s head, bumping it against my
slightly swollen lips. I liked the thought of being able to bring him to climax
with just my mouth, and so quickly too. There was a rush of power in it, and
that tickled my fancy with a man who made me lose my head so easily.

Dean grunted and pulled away from me. “I want you to come
first. Let me wash you now.”

Giving him a little pout, it fast turned into a smile. I
wasn’t going to argue about it. I wanted his hands on me and his fingers
inside. More than that. That luscious thick dick. “I’ve already washed.”

“Even better.” Dean grinned and took my hands in his. He
directed me to sit on the widest edge of the tub at the rear. Moving the shower
curtain out of the way, he propped one of my legs up on the ledge and pushed
the other to open me as far as possible. “Oh yes. Gorgeous.”

I pressed myself to the wall to make certain I was steady in
this position. If my skin wasn’t already red from the water and arousal, I
would’ve flushed at his awed compliment. I was spread open for the world to
see, okay, well, just Dean, but still. I’d never done anything like this
before, and didn’t expect that I would like it.

He slid his hands along my legs and eased to stop to frame
my pussy. With his thumbs, he spread me open and rubbed the satiny insides of
my labia. I sucked back a gasp as my heart thumped hard against my breast.

Dean fondled me without letting his fingers venture farther
as he bent forward and kissed me. I cupped his face, wiping water off his soft
skin. Our tongues rolled, hot and lusty. It was when my focus shifted to the
kiss that he drove a finger into me.

There was no containing my gasp this time. He added a second
finger to the first and crooked them just right. Pumping in and out a few
times, he then held them in me as his thumb rounded my clit. It was not a
gentle teasing. He had to hold me in place with his other hand.

My head fell back against the tiled wall. It was cool but it
felt good as I burned with ecstasy. He kissed down to my chest to ravage my
breasts. Still so sensitive from all the attention he layered upon them the
night before. My nipples almost hurt with how hard they were, and when he took
one into his mouth, I gave a little cry with how sensitive it was.

He rubbed my clit vigorously. Molten lava filled my veins.
The core of it all in the triangle between my legs. My feet kept slipping, but
I put them back in place, unwilling to distract him with a change of position.

Then suddenly his mouth was down below replacing his thumb
over my nub. His tongue swished around it before he sucked, resuming the
thrusting with his fingers.

I gripped the edges of the tub. I was falling fast. In more
ways than one.

Water splashed off his back and lightly sprayed me. My eyes
squeezed shut under the onslaught of intense pleasure. The last thing I saw was
the hickey on his neck.

He was mine.

Physical delight and my heart’s joy fueled the rockets of my
ship. My orgasm slammed into me with no mercy. It shook me and would not loosen
its hold.

A scream. Was that mine?

I felt apart from my body and reveling in its pleasure at
the same time. Dean held me to keep me from falling off the edge of the tub,
sucking and fingering me until the last of my spasms traveled through me.

The heat of his mouth left me, and I whimpered. My eyes
opened to gaze upon his exquisite face. He drew out his fingers and licked
them. I shivered again.

“Are you okay?” He rubbed my thigh.

I nodded. “More than okay.”

I was still flying high from that orgasm. But I wasn’t going
to let him miss out. Sliding off the edge of the tub, I urged him to take my
seat. His cock was still hard and red. It was as if my mouth had just left it.

“My turn.” I grinned and wasted no time. Bending down, I
opened my mouth, and took him as deeply as I could.

He groaned as I sucked him, and I wished I could see his
face now. Bracing myself with one hand, I used the other to help stroke him as
I bobbed my head. With the position we were in, my breasts bounced against his
legs with my movements. Still so sensitive from his ministrations.

It wasn’t more than two minutes before he grunted and came
into my mouth. I swallowed, not tasting as I did so quickly. I drained him to
the last drop and then sat up to catch my breath.

Both of us were breathing heavily. The aftermath of my own
orgasm still sizzled between my legs. I’d never be able to take a shower
without thinking of him again.

Dean hooked a hand around the back of my head and pulled me
to him for a hearty kiss. I caressed his cheek and thought it felt odd. No, not
him. My fingers. Totally wrinkled.

“Maybe it’s time we dried off before I turn into a total
prune.” I stole another kiss.

He chuckled. “You go towel off. I want to rinse and maybe
try to stop the world from spinning.”

I laughed and kissed him once more before standing and
stepping out of the tub. I gave him a once-over before I closed the shower
curtain. He was so beautiful, even panting and flushed.

I started to dry leisurely until I realized I’d better get
some defrizzer into my hair before it began to dry and I turned into a wooly
sheep. Well, if I did puff out, at least Dean had wood for sheep!

Wrapping the towel around me, I hurried out of the bathroom
to fetch the bottle from my suitcase. I crouched down before I noticed
movement.

I shrieked. Emily shrieked.

“Frell me dead! You scared the crap out of me, Em.” I hugged
the towel around my body as I stood.