Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (16 page)

“
Weak ass,” Meaghan
laughed.

Dean grabbed her ass. “Let me tell you about
asses,” he said reaching down to take a bite out of one of her
ass cheeks. Meaghan screamed with laughter.

“
Staahhp,” she said
but pushed her ass nearer to his face so Dean took another bite. He
kneaded her ass and then widened her cheeks, running his finger up
and down her crack and causing her to moan softly.

“
Just do it already,”
she said impatiently.

“
Stop, go, don’t,
do…you’re being very confusing right now Megs my love,”
he said.

“
A little less
conversation here,” Meaghan said.

Dean grasped his member, questing along her ass
crack until he found the entrance he was looking for. They both
groaned as he entered her; she was dripping wet inside and out so it
was an easy ride. He pumped steadily into her, talking dirty the
whole time.

“
You like what I’m
doing to you huh? I wanna fuck you all night. Wanna fuck you till you
can’t walk. Till you can’t move. I want to do it so hard
you can’t walk straight for a month,” he whispered into
her ear as he pumped faster and faster into her as Meaghan moaned.

“
Do it,” she
whispered spreading her legs wider to give him more access. The hot
water poured on her back steadily creating a heated counter measure
to the heat inside her. Dean took her entreaty as a command he needed
to accomplish or die trying and her head almost smashed through the
wall tiles, he was thrusting into her so hard.

“
Meaghan,” he
whispered and her muscles wrapped tightly around him, creating a
swelling, throbbing vortex which was sucking them both in.

“
Do it,” she said
again and he surged forward, this time almost causing her a
concussion for real as her head connected with the wall. His hands
tightened on her hips and he pulled her to him, body stiffening as he
began to shudder and release himself into her. He said her name again
and that was it for her, the vortex reached out and swallowed her
whole and she went willingly into it, surrendering her body and soul
to the madness that was intercourse with Dean.

As they collapsed against the wall and slid down
to the floor – still attached – Meaghan asked
breathlessly, “Is it always like this?”

Dean didn’t even pretend not to know what
she meant. “You mean with other people?”

“
I mean generally,”
Meaghan said.

Dean shrugged, “I don’t
know. I do know that in
my own
experience
this is crazy unusual.”

“
In a good way or bad?”
Meaghan persisted.

“
Definitely good. Great
in fact. I can’t articulate enough how wonderful it is when you
and me do it.”

“
Of course you could just
be lying to me; there is no way for me to find out for sure.”

“
You know, I love that
you would say that. It doesn’t even occur to you to cheat does
it?” Dean asked shifting slightly in a way that sent strobes of
feeling along her nerve endings. She could feel him getting hard
again.

“
The delight in your
voice is disconcerting,” Meaghan observed trying to ignore the
going ons within her in favor of garnering some new information.

“
It’s disconcerting
that I’m delighted that you wouldn’t cheat on me?”

“
It’s disconcerting
that you would consider this to be a standard option and are
delighted that you’ve come across someone who doesn’t. It
says something about the world you live in.”

“
Touché,”
Dean said. “You see why I’m so happy you’re my
girlfriend?”

“
I do,” Meaghan
said bobbing her head. “I still feel sorry for you though.”

“
You do that. Just don’t
change,” Dean said hugging her close and swirling his hips so
he was even deeper inside her.

Meaghan moaned softly and straddled his thighs so
she could put her hands on the floor and lift and drop herself onto
his penis. He groaned leaning forward to give her more room to
maneuver. She rose and fell faster onto him, making grunting sounds
as she tried to satisfy the distant itch in her body that could not
seem to be scratched no matter how much friction she tried to
generate.

She turned around to face him, putting her hands
around his neck and lifting and lowering herself on him while he held
her hips lightly.

“
Meaghan,” he
whispered but she covered his lips with hers because his voice just
made the itch worse.  Dean grasped her tightly around the hips,
raising and lowering her onto him with increasing urgency. Their
breaths were coming in hoarse, laborious and fast as their lips fused
into one passionate entity.

Meaghan ground into him, gyrating her hips to get
him as deep as he could go, face contorted with effort and emotion.

“
Oh God, baby…save
me….so good,” Dean murmured incoherently spurring
Meaghan on to greater effort.

“
Ohh fuckkk,” she
whispered as she felt him inside, so deep and hungry, yet it wasn’t
nearly enough for her.

“
It’s not…it’s
not enough,” she murmured in his ear and he surged upwards and
forward, laying her down gently below him and placing her legs over
his neck so he could really go to town on her on the bathroom floor.
Normally Meaghan would be all sorts of disturbed by having her hair,
wet, and so near the drainage system of a shower but at the moment
she couldn’t be bothered. She was too busy trying to get that
itch scratched. She took her own legs in her hands and held them wide
open so that Dean had free reign to pound her into the tiles.

“
Uh uh uh,” she
moaned, voice getting louder with each exhalation of sound. Her
muscles tightened and at last she felt the warm bubble within her
burst and spread its liquid everywhere. Dean made a strained sound
and then he was filling her with his seed again, jerkily pumping
within her as his face twisted up in a rictus of strain and bulging
veins. Meaghan might have taken the time to be fascinated by it if
she wasn’t melting into a warm fluid puddle and in danger of
disappearing down the drain herself. He collapsed on top of her,
forgetting for a moment to take some of the weight. They lay there in
languid repletion for a few moments before Dean slipped out of her
and rolled onto his side on the floor.

“
God damn Meaghan you’ll
be the death of me,” he said.

“
The germs we’re
picking up on this floor will be the death of you,” Meaghan
countered, making Dean laugh tiredly before he sat up and attempted
to help her up as well. He was surprisingly weak and clumsy but
between them, they managed to get each other to their feet. They
hosed themselves down again in the shower before taking the party to
the bedroom where Meaghan flopped into bed naked.

“
Hey, you wanna watch
Fast 6 before we sleep?” Dean asked. “We’re running
a bit behind if we’re going to be up to date by the time
Furious 7 comes out.”

“
Yeah, let’s,”
Meaghan said jumping out of bed and grabbing Dean’s robe. Dean
held out his hand for her to take and they walked to the living room
where Dean put the movie in and Meaghan foraged in the kitchen for
snacks. She found some peanuts in one of the drawers as well as left
over baked goods from breakfast…and some coffee.

Dean looked up as she came back into the room and
made a face.

“
Coffee? Really? There’s
plenty of booze,” he said.

“
Uh huh,” she said
putting down the cups of coffee on the table next to the muffins.

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re just too
healthy for me.”

“
Coffee and baked goods
at…” Meaghan glanced at the clock, “2 in the
morning isn’t exactly healthy,” she protested.

“
Yeah well my last
girlfriend was inclined to try coke at this time,” Dean said.

“
Really?!?” Meaghan
exclaimed. “And they say it’s the poor black kids doing
drugs,” she murmured.

“
Don’t tell
anyone,” Dean said.

“
Did you?” Meaghan
asked curiously.

“
Did I what?” Dean
asked distractedly.

“
Did you try the coke?”
Meaghan spoke slowly as if he was mentally impaired.

Dean shook his head, “Nah, I had no desire
to be thinner than I am. And I wasn’t trying to run away from
nothin’ in my life.”

“
I thought you weren’t
happy with your life…before,” Meaghan said.

“
I wasn’t…”
Dean said thoughtfully. “Well I guess I’m just more
well-adjusted emotionally,” he continued breezily.

“
Ha!” Meaghan said.

“
What? You disagree?”

Meaghan shrugged, “Hey babe, I’m just
here for the coffee and the movie.”

“
Really? And here I
thought it was the sex,” Dean said smiling.

“
Shows how much
you
know,” Meaghan replied drinking her coffee.

Dean’s smile increased in wattage. “I
love you kid.”

“
Ditto,” Meaghan
replied watching her movie.

Bain took Meaghan shopping before their dinner
date the following Thursday. The benefit was scheduled for the
following Saturday and Meaghan hadn’t yet had time to buy
something suitable. Or rather she didn’t have the motivation to
go shopping alone; she wanted to go with Bain but didn’t want
to offend Dean. Thankfully Bain took the decision out of her hands by
dragging her off to the Albright Fashion Library since she wouldn’t
allow him to buy her anything.

“
Besides, it’s not
like I’ll need it after today,” she argued.

“
Oh yeah? Will you be
breaking up with Dean after the function or something?” Bain
wanted to know.

“
No but…even if he
was to take me somewhere else, I can’t really repeat the outfit
right? So come on, take me to this rent place so I can get my
designer duds on,” she said.

They riffled through the selection of clothes,
shoes, handbags and accessories with Bain saying if she was going to
rent she might as well get an entire outfit. Meaghan had to be the
voice of restraint if her credit card wasn’t going to start
loudly protesting her use of it.

“
Dating a rich guy is so
complicated,” she complained to Bain.

“
Some
rich
guys…others are pretty cool. Like me,” Bain replied.

Meaghan rolled her eyes and went to try on the
dresses Bain had picked out for her.

*****

Dr. Shelley was waiting for her
when she came in to work the next morning, standing in front of her
office with a smile on his face. In spite of the smile, Meaghan’s
stomach dropped in anxiety. Ever since the incident with Dean and her
screaming in ecstasy for the whole corridor to hear, she’d been
waiting for the other shoe to drop. She knew there’d been
some
talk but then Julie Anderson’s son had been shot in the leg by
a police officer’s stray bullet and that had been the hot topic
ever since. Julie was a regular client at the clinic and she’d
brought her son in, bleeding and crying; scared out of his wits
because he thought he was dying. He was still in the recovery ward,
and garnering a lot of attention in the neighborhood. A local TV
station had even done a feature on him.

She smiled back at Conrad as she opened her door
and ushered him in. “What’s up Conrad?” she asked
trying not to show her nerves.

Conrad smiled at her. “Well it’s been
nine months since you joined us at the foundation and I just wanted
to give you a bit of a score card.”

Meaghan’s heart descended to her toes,
“Okay.”

“
I just want to say that
in all the time I’ve been working in the medical field I have
yet to meet more of a natural than you. It’s not just medical
knowledge; you know how to speak to the patients, their loved ones –
you make them feel comfortable and cared for. You’re thorough
in your work; make sure that you do things right without wasting
time. I gotta say Meaghan; sometimes I’m envious of your
natural ability.”

Meaghan was speechless.

“
I…don’t
know what to say,” she said.

Conrad smiled again. “No need to say
anything. I just wanted you to know that you’re doing a good
job.” He held out his hand for her to shake and she took it
bemusedly then he left her to her work.

As soon as her legs could move again she fished
out her phone and then hesitated. Her speed dial one was Bain, and
her speed dial two was Dean (her mother was speed dial 0) and Mr
Henley was four. The hospital rounded out the top five on her speed
dial. She hesitated between 0, 1 and 2 wondering who she should call
first. Or maybe a conference call? She shook her head and lowered her
thumb, letting it fall where it would. She suppressed the sigh of
relief she felt when it fell on 1. She’d really wanted to tell
Bain but she knew that if her mother or Dean knew that they would be
unhappy.

“
Hey babe,” Bain
answered.

“
Hey there,”
Meaghan said grinning brightly. “How is your morning going?”

“
Never mind me, what’s
up?” Bain asked…and that was why he got the first phone
call; he always knew when something was up.

“
Well, Conrad Shelley
just came by to give me an evaluation on my first nine months on the
job,” she said.