Racing Desires

37. Magazine

Kiara's POV:

"Kiss me Kar, please", Dean begs once more.

After this confession and all the pain on Dean's face, I can't help but lean in to kiss him. His strong arms pull me tighter against his chest while our kiss deepens. The way he kisses me feels like he's afraid to be on the verge of losing me.

Tasting him is so addicting. No matter how angry I am I will always want more of Dean. And right now I understand his pain, understand why he doesn't want me near Logan so I'm fine with that. We still have all the other issues, but this is one pain I can ease right now.

A deep groan escapes Dean's chest when I start nibbling, kissing and sucking his neck.

"Fuck Kar, you have no idea how good that feels", his voice ever so husky.

I'm going to take his mind off things for tonight, no matter what else is haunting him at the moment. Slowly I start unbuttoning his shirt and trail kisses along his bare chest, the further I unbutton his shirt, the further down my kisses trail.

"Kar", Dean breathes while I reach his navel.

Dropping down to my knees, I start to unbuckle his belt and opening his pants. While Dean's breath is accelerating he leans against the wall behind him. Once I've freed his dick from his pants and boxers, I clutch his dick with my hands and my tongue simply swirls around his tip, teasing that sensitive band right underneath licking his pre-cum away.

"Don't tease me", Dean moans desperate, causing me to smile and just taking in his tip between my lips, just sucking and playing his tip.

"Fuck! Please Kar, you're killing me", he groans as my teeth graze very gently over his sensitive skin.

"You want more?" My eyes are concentrating on his face. His clenched jaws showing me how much he is trying to hold back.

"Jesus, yes Kar. I need more", he moans as my hand pumps him slightly.

My hand moves down to the base and I start bobbing my head, taking him fully into my mouth. Tasting every inch of him, while my tongue and lips move up and down that silky skin. My cheeks hollow as I suck him faster and harder.

Seeing the sensation written on his face the ache between my own legs grows. My free hand slips to my clit and I start caressing myself through the thin fabric of my thong. Dean's eyes widen as soon as he sees that.

"Fuck you have no idea, how damn hot that is", he groans while clutching his hands into my hair. "I want you to match the speed, of caressing yourself to sucking me off", he demands. "But don't dare finish yourself, I want to do that."

His hands in my hair showing me the pace he wants. I do es I'm told, everytime I moan against his dick, Dean's grip tightens in my hair. We speed up and Dean's moans fill the air. "Stop touching yourself now", he demands again and although the ache of wanting to finish is intense I stop. I know he is damn close and he's the one who wants to finish me.

Instead I increase the speed on him and everytime he bottoms out he groans loudly, his muscles are all tense and his hands in my hair are trembling. While his hips jerk forwards, thrusting deeper into my mouth.

"Shit", he curses while his dick starts throbbing in my mouth and I start swallowing his cum.

With in next to no time I'm pinned against the wall again. Dean's lips crash down on mine, as if he was starving. His t-shirt I am wearing is lifted over my head and tossed away. "Sorry", he mumbles against my neck as his hands shred my thong, tearing it off me. My breasts ache for him as soon as he's nearing them, my nipples already hardend. I swear he could make me come just with his tongue going down on my nipples.