Page 12 of Don't Speak
I peer over to the prescription bottle, wondering if maybe those helped a bit. I’ve had the prescription for a while, refusing to take them for several months before finally caving last night. Ijust wanted to sleep peacefully for more than one night in a row. After not having a nightmare the night before, I figured with my luck, I wouldn’t get so lucky last night, so I took two. I feel wonderfully rested.
Throwing my legs over the bed, I notice a slick feeling between my thighs. I am much wetter than usual. At that thought, flashes of a dream I had last night flood my mind.
Dean and I are alone in the bar after the crowd has cleared out, finishing up our closing duties. Dean is wiping down the bar and any tables along the wall that were used as a trash can. I’m behind the bar, washing and sanitizing the last of the mugs and glasses. I’m on the last martini glass when I suddenly feel a hard body press up against my back. His rough hands snake around my midriff, down my arms, and to my hands that are currently covered in soap suds and washing the glass. He covers my hands with his, mimicking my movements as we wash the glass in tandem. He pushes his hips a little more into my ass, alerting me to the hard cock in his pants. My thighs instantly become slick, and my pussy throbs.
“You wanna know something?” he whispers in my ear, still pressing himself up against me.
“What?” I respond, pressing my ass against him as equally as hard.
A low growl escapes him as he says, “I’ve been thinking about throwing you on top of this bar for a while now.” My pussy clenches at his words, and my breath hitches. I am drenched, dying to have him taste me.
Feeling a little spicy, I say, “Well then, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”
In a split second, he’s spinning me around and hoisting me up and around his hips. My already drenched center meets the bulge in his pants, and I moan again, moving ever so slightly against him, seeking the friction I so desperately need.
His hands move from around my waist down to grip my ass. He walks around to the other side of the bar and hoists me up, placing me on the wooden top before him and bending my knees so that my feet are placed flat on the bar.
“Don’t fucking move, baby,” he commands, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Yes, sir,” I say, still feeling spicy. I get the feeling this man loves submission, so I’ll play along.
His eyes dart to mine, heat burning behind his stare. “Careful, baby. You’re playing with fire.”
A small smirk graces my face before I say, “Are you going to just stand there all night, or are you going to take my clothes off?”
Within seconds, he’s undoing the button on my shorts, and I lift up on my heels as he pulls them down in one swift motion. A squeal escapes my lips as he pulls my underwear off with the same hunger. Before I know what is happening, his hands are separating my thighs further apart, exposing me entirely to him. He stares at my drenched center before his eyes meet mine. “This is the most beautiful pussy, and it’s mine.” Just as the last word leaves his mouth, he descends on me. His warm, wet mouth closes entirely over my wet pussy. I let out a loud moan, the feeling of his mouth on me feeling overwhelmingly intense at this moment.
His tongue finds my clit, spinning small circles around it. His movement is slow and passionate, and I can’t seem to get enough. My hips thrust up ever so slightly, wanting to feel more of him.
“Does my lioness need more?” he asks, chuckling as he does.
“More, please. I need more,” I respond with a breathy moan.
“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you beg.”
Suddenly, I feel his finger at my entrance. He swirls it around my opening, gathering enough of my wetness for lube.Slowly, he inches his way inside, pulling in and out ever so slowly as I acclimate myself around his fingers. His mouth returns to my clit, his tongue and fingers working together, creating a delicious build inside of me.
“Fuck, Dean. Yes. Please. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he tells me in a growl, returning his mouth to my clit. Pressure builds in my abdomen, and he increases his speed a bit more. It’s like this man knows my body better than I do.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and with that, I’m gone. I shatter, the orgasm washing over me in intense waves. I scream my release and shout “Dean” as I reach the peak of my orgasm. He devours every last drop of me before removing his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, and licking them clean.
“Mmm. Just as I thought. Delicious.”
That was probably one of the best dreams I’ve ever had. I should probably look into why I’m suddenly having sex dreams about my coworker, but that is a problem for another day. Right now, there’s an ache between my legs I need to satisfy. Grabbing my favorite rose toy out of my nightstand, I eagerly slide it between my thighs and turn it on, getting myself off to the memory of the dream. Twice.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Seven years ago
I feel numb as we pull into the Montgomery County Police Station. Nothing but silence fills the air, words unwelcome in this moment. What are you supposed to say during this time? I know Stan is here for me, whether he apologizes for my loss or not right now. He’s here, lending me silent support during this moment of utter despair.
She was my best friend. When I thought about giving up a few times myself, I stayed for her. She needed me. I couldn’t justleave her with our mother. How do you accept the death of the only person who has kept you going?
Stan pulls into a parking spot, and I reluctantly open my door. We head into the station, where we are greeted by the receptionist.
“Hello. What can I help y’all with?” she asks, clearly oblivious to the nature of our visit.
