My Favorite Mistake

Chapter 2



The knock on the door woke Madeline from her light sleep. She checked the clock and saw that it was 2:00. That meant she had been sleep for approximately 30 minutes. It had not been easy to calm down after Dean had left, and then she had been half-worried, half-hoping he would return. At 1:00 she had finally given up and gone to bed, only to lie awake for a while, reliving the events from earlier. Events that made it extremely hard to fall asleep. She climbed out of bed and flicked on the light in the hall as she passed the switch. She recognized the silhouette on the other side of the glass door, so she slowly opened the door.



She hadn’t been imagining things; he really was breathtaking. He was down to only his t-shirt and jeans, missing the top shirt he had been wearing before. But that sinful grin was still present, along with a set of lust-filled eyes that raked her from head to toe. She wasn’t aware a person’s entire body could blush, but she was pretty sure hers accomplished it. She had fretted over a choice of outfit when she had changed for bed, just in case he did come back, and had discovered she had nothing appropriate for this kind of night. She wasn’t a ruffles and bows type of girl, so the pajamas she wore consisted of a tank top and shorts. The look on his face reassured her that her choice had been more than adequate.



“Can I come in?” his voice startled from her reverie. She blushed again, realizing she had been staring at him and leaving him on the front step. She nodded, moving from the door to allow him entrance. His forearm grazed across her breasts as he walked by, causing her just recently calmed nipples to bead again. The smirk he gave her told her that the contact had been no accident.



This action brought back one of the fears that had kept her awake. She had absolutely no idea what to say to him now. Earlier, talking hadn’t been a priority, but now she didn’t know what to do. Should she offer him a drink, a sandwich, a condom? She was in new territory and completely unsure of herself. Thankfully, Dean solved this problem for her by asking,



“You don’t happen to have beer, do you? I’m kinda thirsty.” She noticed as he ran a hand through his hair that he looked a little tired. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe this was a sign that the devil on her shoulder was wrong and basically a big bully for shutting up the angel. Her thoughts must have shown on her face, because he smiled and said, “Do I need to start the convincing process over again? Cause that would be fine. I have no problem throwing myself into my work.”



She laughed out loud. She couldn’t help it, he was actually funny. “No, I’m good. Sorry, I’m just not used to…” she trailed off sheepishly, not even knowing how to refer to the situation. The smile he gave her was genuine this time, not a smirk or a grin.



“Yeah, I know,” he answered. He took two steps towards her, eliminating the space between them. He ran a hand up her arm, leaving goose bumps in his wake, then cupped her chin. He brushed his lips across hers and murmured, “You’re doing a great job.” When Madeline sighed against his mouth, he kissed her. Slowly, methodically and patiently, he destroyed every reservation she had about what was about to happen. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. Before she completely lost herself in the sensation, she pushed away from him.



“Beer,” she repeated breathlessly, “you said you wanted a beer.” She stepped towards the kitchen. A strong hand grasped her wrist, stopping her progress. He tugged slightly, bringing her back into his arms.



“Screw the beer,” he growled, “I’ve got more important things to take care of.” With that said, he led her down the hallway of her own house. He glanced in the first room, realized it was the spare and pulled her into the last room in the hall. Her bed was as she left it, sheets thrown back and pillows rumpled. It looked soft and inviting. Before she could finish her next thought, Dean kissed her again, framing her face with his hands. His lips and tongue became the center of her universe. That is until his hands moved down her body and gripped the hem of her tank top. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he pulled upward, forcing her arms up. The shirt flew across the room, landing on the rug next to her window.



Her initial nervousness returned for a moment. While she wasn’t ashamed of her body or looks, she had never been entirely comfortable being naked in front of someone new. The look of awe and hunger on his face changed her mind. His gaze alone was enough to cause her breasts to swell, her nipples to harden and her breath catch. Normally her arousal was a process, taking certain activities to happen before her body was ready for serious action. She was genuinely surprised by her reaction; already she was becoming wet.



Her surprise continued when Dean dropped to his knees in front of her. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her to him. “C’mere,” he commanded. She took a step forward and his lips latched on to her nipple. She gasped out loud and threw her head back. His mouth was warm and his tongue was busy swirling around the tip of her breast. She reflexively combed her fingers through his hair, clutching him even closer to her. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin and she moaned. Through the haze of passion she was in, she heard him chuckle before he returned to his task. He used more strength this time, sucking harder than before, and her knees buckled. He wrapped a supportive arm around her thighs, switched breasts and continued to work her.



She was so focused on the pleasure he was giving her, she failed to notice his fingers stroking higher and higher on her inner thigh. Until the tips of his finger slid under the very edge of her panties. Then her knees completely gave out. Dean stood up, not releasing her, and walked her to the bed. She fell backwards and waited for more. He leaned over her, supporting himself on his hands and returned to her mouth. This time, she was much more active, her tongue sliding into his mouth as soon as his lips met hers. He gave a deep groan of approval and slid his hand across her stomach.



The devil that was operating the video camera from the nightstand clapped when Madeline reached down and pulled Dean’s shirt over his shoulders. He stopped kissing her long enough to remove it completely. She ran her hands over the newly bare skin, reveling in the feel of his muscles playing under the warm, toned flesh. His mouth moved down to her neck, as his hand moved underneath her shorts and panties. His knuckles brushed lightly against her center, causing her to whisper, “Oh, please.”



“Please what, darlin’?” he replied. “Please this?” He trailed his tongue up the side of her neck. She shivered. “Please this?” He took her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled gently. She sighed. “Or please this?” Dean suddenly slid one finger inside her. She moaned and almost came from the initial contact. He shifted his weight over her, causing his impressive length to rest on her thigh. They both groaned. “God, baby, you’re so hot,” he murmured, feeling her muscles clench around his finger.



“More, please, more,” she managed to plead. From the way this was going, it wasn’t going to take much more to send her over the edge.



He leaned down and bit her neck gently. She arched her back in response. “Sure thing, Maddy.” He took his finger out and then slid two into her. He began to slowly move them in and out of her. She screamed his name. He bent over her further, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Moving his hand faster, he sucked hard. She came unglued. She was so close, nearing her release, when he suddenly stopped.



“I like hearing you yell my name,” his statement forced her to pay attention. She saw that he had backed away from her and was stripped off his pants and underwear. His cock sprang free, enticingly hard and impressively large. She swallowed nervously, afraid he might catch her drooling. He gripped the waistband of her shorts and she lifted her hips to help him remove the last layer of clothing between them. She expected him to resume the highly pleasurable activity they had been engaged in prior to his pause. But he didn’t. Instead he gently pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, so that her legs were dangling over the side.



“What are you doing?” she asked, confused. She was met with a smirk and a nudge at her thigh, prompting her to spread her legs. He again dropped to his knees, kneeling in front of her. She gave a squeal of surprise. “What are you doing?” Admittedly she wasn’t at all experienced in one-night stand protocol, she was sure none of her friends who had them were offered this. This just wasn’t normal. “You don’t have to…” her protest died as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh.



“I told you,” he said, getting nearer and nearer to his goal, “I like hearing you yell my name. I intend on hearing it again.” With that, he placed his mouth on her. And she went to straight to heaven. Even the angel was on board now. His tongue dipped inside her, tasting her thoroughly. She gripped the sheets beneath her, grateful for something to hold on to. Her hips began to move against his lips, as her pleasure increased with each thrust of his tongue. When he took her clit between his lips and sucked, she shrieked and wrapped her leg around his back, trying to bring him closer. No guy had ever gotten this reaction from her, especially with this activity.



Her orgasm snuck up on her so fast, she didn’t even realize it was there until it happened. One last nibble from Dean and her world exploded. She might have screamed his name, but she wasn’t sure. She saw stars, heard bells ringing and almost passed out. He continued lapping at her, but gently now, helping her come down from her high. Her heart rate slowed and her breathing wasn’t coming in shallow gasps anymore when he raised his head. The grin he wore was lethal; the lazy smile she gave him in return was satisfied. He stood from his crouch and licked his way back up to meet her eyes.



“Whadda you know, I did make you scream again,” he bragged. Madeline took matters into her own hands, reaching up and bringing his mouth down to hers. She kissed him, then moved her hands down his back. His skin was warm and smooth and his muscles moved under her touch. Getting her second wind, she wound her legs through his. She used this to gain momentum and roll him over on his back. He was surprised by this, but continued smiling at her.



“Now it’s my turn,” she drawled, dipping her head to taste his neck. The angel and the devil hugged each other in celebration. His skin was slightly salty and absolutely delicious. She kissed up his neck to his ear, taking a lobe between her teeth and whispering, “Whatever will I do with you?”



He stroked her back, settling his hands on her waist. “I can think of a few things,” he answered, his voice rough with passion. She moved back to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He grunted and said, “Or whatever you want to do will be fine.” Her teeth scraped along his collarbone, as she drifted down to his chest. She traced the line between his pectorals with her tongue before covering a nipple with her mouth. He was very toned, muscles well defined but not bulky. His body had come from work, not years spent in the gym. Something she was definitely appreciating as she explored her new playground.



She worked his nipples as he had hers, swirling her tongue around the first, then biting lightly. He sucked breath hard through his teeth and she felt his fingers tangle in her hair. Proud of herself of eliciting such a response from such a beautiful man, she continued. Trailing her fingers down his sides and over his abs, her lips followed. She was shocked when his grip on her head tightened a little, enough that she looked up from her work.



“What are you doing?” he asked, repeating the question she had voiced earlier. She smiled prettily.



“I think I’d like to hear you yell my name this time,” she answered. She moved further down, facing the end of her journey. His cock was fully erect, bobbing gently with each movement he made. She smoothed her fingers over him gently, causing his hips to buck under her. Madeline then wrapped her hand around him, fingers not quite meeting at the base. She slowly stroked him, reveling in the feel of the velvety skin wrapped what felt like steel. She glanced at Dean and saw his head was thrown back, eyes shut tightly. She lowered her head, placing her lips around the head of his shaft and sucked gently. He growled deep from his chest and his hips left the bed. She placed a restraining hand on his thigh, but didn’t remove her mouth. She twirled her tongue around him and took as much of him in her mouth as she could. This time when he groaned, it was her name.



Before she could go any further, he grasped her arm and pulled her away from his cock. “Seriously, I’d be more than happy for you to continue, but if you keep that up, I’m not going to last more than a minute.” He flipped her back onto her back, kissing her as he did. “And I want to be inside you when that happens.” He left her for a moment, finding his jeans on the floor. She propped herself up on her elbows and saw that he was extracting a condom from his pocket. She watched with eager eyes as he opened the packet and rolled the rubber on himself. She bit her lip in anticipation; having been up close and personal with that particular part of him, she knew this was going to be a tight fit. He grinned and rushed back to her, pinning her to the bed.



“Are you sure?” he asked. Madeline’s heart swelled at his question. All doubts she had about sleeping with Dean disappeared. Not wanting to embarrass herself, she simply nodded, running her hands over his shoulders. He slipped a hand between them, sliding a finger in her. She sighed and closed her eyes. She felt his lips against her ear and he whispered, “God, you’re beautiful.” Before she had time to respond, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance and moved his hips forward.



Slowly, ever so slowly, he inched his way inside her, mindful of her comfort. When he was fully seated in her, they both groaned. Kissing her, he pulled back and slammed into her. Madeline gasped loudly and wrapped her legs around him. He continued moving over her as she quickly lost herself to the sensations he was creating. She had never felt this completely fulfilled from sex. His lips were constantly moving over her skin and he was speaking softly to her, a litany of dirty compliments.



“You’re so tight and hot, God, you feel incredible. Lift your hips just a little, oh, that’s perfect. You’re perfect. So beautiful.” She felt another climax building, this one starting at her toes. She knew this one was going to be even bigger than the first. His muscles were flexed and his jaw tightened as he kept up his pace. She was groaning now every time he entered her, tilting her hips to draw him in even further. He began moving faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.



“Come on Maddy, come for me,” he whispered in her ear. That did it. She flew into her orgasm, yelling his name as she did. He growled hers in return; finding his own release as her muscles clenched around him. Both of them panting, Dean rested his forehead against hers. “Wow,” he finally said. She giggled happily at his comment.



“I would have to agree,” she replied, stretching languidly under him. He climbed off her and walked quickly to the bathroom. Madeline watched sleepily as he disposed of the condom and washed his hands. He crawled back into bed with her, pulling a sheet with him as he did. She had rolled on to her side, and he curled his body around her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He buried his head in her hair and gently kissed her neck.



“Is it okay if I stay for a little while?” he asked. He sounded unsure and slightly nervous, quite the change from the confident sex god he had been minutes before. Madeline smiled, although he couldn’t see her, happy that he wasn’t as comfortable with this situation as he let on. She snuggled deeper into his arms and sighed contentedly.



“Of course,” she said. “I don’t have to get up for a couple hours.”



“Great,” came his answer. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt his lips on her shoulder. “I’m glad you changed your mind, Madeline,” he whispered, before tightening the hold he had on her.



“So am I, Dean, so am I.”