I try to hide a smile as I see him look down, watching his glistening cock slide out. I glance down too, smile fading as I take in how truly big he is and remember how sore I’d been the two days following our...reunion. “You doing all right?” My eyes flicker up to see Dean watching my face now, reading my concern. “Fine,” I tell him. “Sore?” I shake my head. “Liar. Even I’m hurting and I didn’t just get pounded into a pool table.” I watch the muscles in his back ripple as he walks away, more than a little smug as he heads around the kitchen island to dispose of the condom and wash his hands. I sit up, self-conscious and very much aware that he’s still wearing his sweats while I’ve got nothing but felt burns on my ass. I look around for my clothes, but they’re all in the entrance hall and it would only make things weirder if I suddenly put my suit back on.
