Once a Nerd Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Once a Nerd Ch. 12

... resist that urge any longer. My hips moil in place, finding sweet friction against his stomach. His cock swells to something monstrous between my legs. It isn't long before our mouths find each other in a bruising kiss, and Dean lurches forward like I might pull back. Our tongues roll together like clashing currents, and his always feels so much bigger and hotter than mine. It might be my imagination inflating every part of him into something blinding and larger than life.

He flicks a design on the roof of my mouth, and I shudder with my entire being.

"Sam—"

"Mm?"

"Can I try something?"

I freeze, immediately terrified. Drawing back to look at him, his expression is unnervingly serious, albeit wildly turned-on.

"...try what?"

"It might be...a little intense, but I think you'll really, really like it."

No.

No.

No.

N-motherfucking-O.

How hard is it to say that? Why is it fuckingimpossible to deny Dean anything? Why can't I say 'no' to him? Is it his borderline supernatural ability to manipulate? Or am I just that feebleminded? If I could manage the one-syllable refusal, I wouldn't be in a position like this one, on the precipice of death viamore shame than the human body can process.

Or, folded over Dean's thigh like a naughty kid, about to get my ass beat.Literally. It's been twenty minutes since he elaborated on that 'something', and we've since moved to my bedroom. While Dean's sitting proper and upright on the edge of the bed, I'm ...

... naked as the day Jane Marisol Powell was admitted to Mount Sinai, my lower stomach crushed by the bulge of muscle in his left quad. He's got the back of my knees pinned in the tight curl of his right leg, and his forearm pressing beneath my shoulder blades.

Me, agrown man.

"You look...so fucking good like this—" He breathes, and his cock twitches against my hip as if to agree.

The icing on the Indignity Cake?

Heresearched this.

Dean researched how to spank meproperly.

Something inside of me is dying. Pride, maybe.

"You're gonna hold it in, right, Sammy?"

"Do you seriously fucking think I'm going tocum on myself from this shit?!" I snap, attempting to kick my legs out from the pinch he's got them in.

"I'd put money on it."

"You—!" My neck aches from where I've unconsciously held my head off the bed, so I let it drop. "Twenty bucks."

Dean snorts, squeezing my ass like a stress-ball. "You actually wanna bet?"

"Don't patronize me right now, Dean, or I swear to fucking God—I will nip this shit in the bud."

"Hey, I'm all about free money, baby."

I can't say where, when, or how, but Iwill get revenge for this.

"Alright, repeat the colors back to me."

For too many seconds, I stubbornly refuse to reply. Dean bumps his thigh upwards, evicting a breath from my diaphragm. "If you wanna get offat all, cooperate. Colors."

'Revenge' isn't severe enough. Retribution. Reckoning.Rueing. Dean will rue the motherfucking shit out of this. I get the ...