Dean Barrett (oddsagainst) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-05-03 11:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, bailey, bailey x dean, dean |
Who: Bailey and Dean
When: evening, Thursday, June 28
Where: the carnival, Bailey's place
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete, Part 2
Bailey wasn’t the only one who wanted to explore. As soon as her bra was out of the way, Dean’s hands found her breasts, tracing the curves of them before he cupped them both and squeezed gently. He let out a soft sound into the kiss, more heat spreading through his lower belly. His jeans were getting more uncomfortable by the second, but the warm pressure of Bailey’s weight in his lap felt oh so good. Dean rocked up against her slowly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. He broke the kiss off to grab a deeper breath, then pressed his lips against her jaw, then down to her neck. She smelled so good. He had definitely missed this, but getting out of New York had necessarily taken over his life for a while. It already felt like a relief to just turn his brain off and get carnal with somebody.
As much as Bailey didn't need or want a man in her life, she had to admit that there was nothing quite like the feel of one's hands on her body. Her nipples grew tight and achy beneath his thumbs and Bailey tried to remember the last time making out half-naked had felt this good. Dean's lips on her skin caused everything inside of her to throb with need and she even found she liked the subtle scratchiness of his beard. It wasn’t as irritating as she sometimes found facial hair to be and Bailey decided that she definitely wanted to feel it between her legs. If not tonight, then next time, assuming there would be one. Moaning low in her throat as she rocked against the bulge in his jeans, Bailey took a moment to slip her fingers through his hair, tightening them briefly around the strands before she let him go. Flushed with arousal, Bailey pulled back and slipped off his lap, reaching down to take his hand to tug at him to stand up. She would have been fine fucking on her couch, but her bed was a hell of a lot more comfortable and she wanted to be able to get him spread out properly.
Dean put a lot of work into his appearance and that included his beard -- he made sure to stay groomed and oiled up so it was on the softer side. He’d met very few women who liked being stabbed with rough, untended facial hair. The way Bailey gripped his hair for a beat sent happy shivers down his back, and Dean looked a little dazed when she pulled back to climb off of him. He almost protested, but then Bailey was pulling on him and he understood they were just changing the scenery. And the furniture. Dean stood up, adjusting himself with his free hand as he followed Bailey toward her bedroom. It occurred to him that he didn’t have a condom on him, since this whole hookup was a complete surprise, and he vaguely hoped that Bailey had that part covered somehow.
Bailey was definitely covered, not only with birth control but condoms too, if Dean wanted one. Right now she was just focused on getting him to her bedroom. It was just as sparse as the rest of the house, though she finally got a headboard to go with the mattress and frame. Nothing fancy but it did the trick and that one little detail somehow made the apartment seem more hers than just a place to crash in between shifts at the station. Bailey didn't bother turning on the light in the bedroom. There was plenty of moonlight coming in through her window and sometimes it was just easier to completely let go in the dark. Turning back toward Dean, Bailey began to undo his jeans, more than a little eager now to get him completely naked. As her fingers worked his zipper down, she pushed up on her toes just enough to kiss him again, this time with a deeper hunger that had surfaced while she had been rubbing herself against his crotch on her couch.
He wasn’t looking at the bedroom at all, so Dean didn’t mind the lack of lights. He would still get to see plenty of her body, he was sure, because he planned to make the most of this. He returned the kiss, his hands skimming down Bailey’s arms as she got his fly undone. As soon as he could start pushing his jeans and underwear down, he did so, pulling away from Bailey’s mouth just enough to step out of everything and kick it to the side. Fully nude now with his cock bobbing in front of him, Dean reached to do the same to Bailey’s jeans, though he shuffled them both back toward the bed as he did so. He wanted her on her back so he could strip her down all the way, spread her thighs, and get a real taste of her. It felt so good not to think about anything but the next several minutes, to just get lost in good chemistry and anticipation.
Letting Dean move her back to her bed, Bailey also let her hands roam, pressing fingertips into his waist and then his hips. He was such a damn good kisser that she was reluctant to pull away from his mouth even though she wanted to look at him... all of him. There seemed to be so much going on at once. His tongue stroking hers, his hands taking care of her jeans and her own reaching for his cock. She curled her fingers around him and groaned. Definitely not a disappointment there. Hell, he hadn't been disappointing in any capacity so far. Nipping at his lower lip, Bailey felt the edge of her mattress against the back of her legs and she sat obediently, peering up at him through her lashes. Maybe a part of her felt impatient to get completely bare and have his body pressed up against and inside of hers, but Bailey wanted a bit more first and she didn't wait to flick her tongue against the head of his cock before pulling him between her lips. Giving head was always something she had enjoyed doing to guys she liked enough and hey, Dean somehow fit that bill tonight.
Dean had been intending to nudge her back so he could peel her jeans off, but Bailey beat him to the race to get their mouths on each other. Her hand had felt good for that brief moment, but her lips and tongue felt a million times better, and he let out a strained sound as pleasure curled in his belly. He gazed down at her, his fingers delving into her short hair to stroke through it. Dean had no shame when it came to his body, he knew he was still in good shape for his age and he’d been blessed with a nice cock. It was one thing to know that and feel it for himself, and a totally different thing to experience someone else enjoying him physically. The attention made his spine tingle hungrily, and Dean slipped one hand down to grope one of Bailey’s breasts again, a soft groan escaping him as she took him deeper. He definitely wanted more than this tonight, but he was damn well going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Moaning around his cock, Bailey couldn't help but arch into Dean's hand, wanting to feel more of it. More of him. Her own hands couldn't seem to settle and she ran them up his thighs and around to his ass, relaxing her throat to take him as deep as she physically could. It took everything inside of her not to reach into her jeans to touch herself. She was already painfully aroused and sucking Dean's cock was only intensifying it. Bailey could be a selfish lover in the right mood but she couldn't deny that there was something empowering about bringing pleasure to someone else instead of just taking it all for herself. Sucking firmly, Bailey drew back along his length before tongue stroking the tip again. "Fuck, you taste good," she murmured before giving his balls a hard suck of their own.
She seemed to like the touching, so Dean fondled both sides of her chest, giving the nipples a firmer tug as Bailey’s mouth moved down to his balls. He let out a deep groan, her words giving him a sweet throb. Dean was tempted to just let her stay down there and suck him all the way off, but he knew that was pretty selfish for a first time with somebody new. It had just been quite a while since he’d had a blowjob, and it was feeling so good. “Yeah, lick my balls for a minute, just like that,” he whispered down to her, one set of fingers delving into Bailey’s hair again. He was definitely going to repay her this favor, with enthusiasm, but he wanted to indulge in the good feelings she was creating in his body for another few moments.
Bailey didn't mind staying where she was for a bit longer. Her body was responding to his obvious pleasure with its own and Bailey completely understood the phrase hot and bothered because she was so damn wet between her legs already. Her underwear was going to be soaked by the time she took them off and she couldn't help but rock her hips a little, trying to feel a little bit of friction against her swollen clit. Wrapping her hand around his cock to stroke slowly, Bailey drew his balls into her mouth again, pressing her tongue firmly against them as another moan formed in her throat. She liked that he liked what she was doing to him and she liked that he wasn't afraid to say so. It helped that he had a nice voice, one that sounded even better when it was full of arousal. If she wasn't so eager to feel his cock stretch her body, she might have just gone for it to have him come in her mouth. But Bailey told herself that was always time for that later, wasn't there?
So many women neglected the sack when they were giving head -- not that Dean could really blame them, testicles were weird looking and occasionally smelly. He had absolutely no desire to ever have any in his mouth, but he wasn’t a straight woman. In any case, he very much appreciated that Bailey was enjoying giving his pair a lot of attention, and his breathing grew heavier the longer she used her mouth on him, his fingers flexing in her hair. At least she took instruction well and didn’t have that ‘I know what I’m doing with all cocks ever’ sort of mentality he’d run into before. That was a sign of a good lover. “Fuck,” Dean breathed, his head falling back for a moment as he felt some precum leak out of him. His body hit that point of impatience where he needed to change things up, and he pulled his crotch away from Bailey’s mouth, using her hair to turn her face up as he bent down to kiss her deeply again. “My turn to taste,” he murmured against her lips after a moment.
Bailey knew very well that certain body parts were weird-looking and not always fresh. But she generally didn't care when she was this horny because sex was sex and when she was in the right mood, she wanted to give as much pleasure as she expected to receive. Bailey hummed into his mouth, grateful that he was one of those guys who didn't mind kissing after their dicks had been between her lips. There was nothing more off-putting than giving a guy head and then having them kiss her cheek or neck instead. As he was kissing her, Bailey rubbed the pad of her thumb across the head of his cock to smear the pre-cum she found there. It was so tempting to just tell him to fuck her brainless, but Bailey wanted to make this last a bit longer and if he wanted to stick his face between her thighs, she wasn't going to argue. So she scooted back onto the bed and laid down to work her jeans off. It was difficult not to watch him, because he was even prettier naked than he was fully clothed and she couldn't help but think this was a very good idea. Never mind that she knew he was Trouble in more ways than one. But she was a hot mess herself, so maybe that balanced everything out somehow,
Even though he wasn’t at all attracted to dicks, Dean wasn’t the kind of asshole who refused to kiss a woman who’d had his own in her mouth. That was just rude, and he liked to kiss too much for that immature shit. He tasted fine anyway, he kept himself clean and tried to eat a lot of fruit and all that. Dean followed Bailey onto the bed on his knees, grabbing for her jeans and underwear to help her get them off. She had a gorgeous body, even in the dark, and as soon as all the fabric was out of the way, he was touching her, running his hands up her legs to explore her hips and the sides of her ass. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” Dean murmured, mostly to himself, as he bent in closer to kiss along that same track up Bailey’s thigh. He didn’t waste too much time though, the scent of her pussy making his head feel a little light as he got closer. It had been a few months since he’d gotten to do this, and it was one of his favorite things. He settled in between her legs, his own hanging halfway off the bed, and nuzzled her a little before he ran his tongue up the length of her folds, a low moan caught in his throat.
Bailey would have happily laid there all night and let Dean run his hands over her body. She had forgotten how fucking fantastic it was to feel desired. It wasn't something she needed from another person but damn, it was nice when she got it. Sex was just as intoxicating as cigarettes and liquor but it had been a long time since she got laid regularly. Maybe that would change. Bailey watched every move Dean made, her breathing growing heavier the closer he got to her pussy. The first touch of his tongue sent a delicious shiver down her spine and Bailey's hand slid into his hair to hold on as he got to work.
Dean already loved this, and he’d just gotten started. He took his time exploring her, tracing the curves and crevices of her sex with his tongue. She tasted so good to him, and he hummed his appreciation as he slipped his hands under Bailey’s ass. Dean squeezed as he licked deeper, then closed his lips around her clit to gently suck. He definitely wanted to fuck her, his body was aching for it now, but it wasn’t a struggle to be patient when she felt so soft and lovely agaisnt his mouth. Dean wanted to figure out what made Bailey squirm, wanted to show off a little, maybe prove that he was worthy of fucking more than once. He didn’t know how long he was going to be in town, or how tumultuous his stay would be, but having a hot local fuckbuddy could definitely make his time here more enjoyable. Even if she did work for his brother.
She was all for Dean showing off as much as he wanted to. Bailey had been with lovers in the past who hadn't even seemed to know where her clit was so if she found a guy who knew how to use his tongue, she was going to enjoy it. A low, but sharp noise escaped her when his lips began to suck on her, and Bailey's fingers tightened briefly in his hair. It was impossible to hold still, her body already feeling restless and painfully aroused. Cursing softly, Bailey's eyes closed as she arched slightly, pressing herself more firmly against his mouth. It wasn't that he needed guidance, she just wanted some more pressure and she had a feeling Dean was the kind of guy who would happily give it to her. He might be cocky and confident, but she didn't think his ego would be bruised if she pointed out exactly what she wanted, even if it was non-verbal. What would it feel like to come against his mouth? If he kept this up, she was going to find out.
The way she pushed up for more made Dean’s cock throb with need, and he moaned into her as he applied more pressure. He’d never understood guys who didn’t like doing this, or who didn’t bother to learn to be good at it. It was a skill to Dean, one that had to stay flexible to account for the uniqueness of each woman, and he kind of prided himself on being able to read cues and follow them. As he worked his tongue against her pussy, Dean moved one hand into a better position and slid one finger inside of her. The way her body gripped it, so slick and hot, made him tingle all over again. He knew it would feel like utter heaven to plunge his cock into her, and it took some effort not to push himself up to do just that. There was still protection to figure out, and he was still working on her. The more her taste filled his head, the more Dean wanted her, and that hunger showed in the way he licked and sucked at her, a second finger joining the first after a moment.
The way she pushed up for more made Dean’s cock throb with need, and he moaned into her as he applied more pressure. He’d never understood guys who didn’t like doing this, or who didn’t bother to learn to be good at it. It was a skill to Dean, one that had to stay flexible to account for the uniqueness of each woman, and he kind of prided himself on being able to read cues and follow them. As he worked his tongue against her pussy, Dean moved one hand into a better position and slid one finger inside of her. The way her body gripped it, so slick and hot, made him tingle all over again. He knew it would feel like utter heaven to plunge his cock into her, and it took some effort not to push himself up to do just that. There was still protection to figure out, and he was still working on her. The more her taste filled his head, the more Dean wanted her, and that hunger showed in the way he licked and sucked at her, a second finger joining the first after a moment.
Bailey never understood guys who didn't like doing this either. But there were plenty who just wanted to get their dicks wet without putting in much effort beforehand so of course she appreciated it when someone got comfortable between her thighs and knew what the hell they were doing. And Dean very clearly did. That didn't surprise Bailey. He seemed like the type of guy who got laid a lot and she had to assume experience taught him plenty. Her body tightened instinctively around his finger and Bailey's back arched from the bed as a curse escaped her lips. As good as he was, she was still a little stunned that she was actually going to come before his dick came anywhere near her pussy. The entire night had been something akin to foreplay and with Dean's tongue and fingers pushing her higher, Bailey could only grip his hair with one hand as the other reached over her head to press firmly against the headboard. When her orgasm slammed into her Bailey shook violently, her pussy pulsing around his fingers. She was sure she cried out but honestly, she had no idea what kind of noises she was making, too caught up in every single sensation throbbing through her core.
Dean had no idea if Bailey was one of those women with a hair-trigger orgasm or not, but he still felt accomplished as he felt her starting to peak. He pushed in closer and rode it out with her, keeping his lips sealed around her pussy to suck as she came. Feeling it all happen in such close proximity was hot as fuck, and Dean tried to make her come as hard as he could, the tip of his tongue flicking at her swollen clit to make her twitch and moan some more. His fingers and knuckles were soaked now and he was so tempted to just crawl up and slide his cock into her without a single word, to feel the remnants of her climax squeezing him as she finished up ... but he knew that wasn’t smart with a new partner. So Dean stayed between Bailey’s legs until it seemed like she was completely spent, then eased up and pulled back some, kissing the insides of her thighs before he moved to stretch out next to her, a tiny smile on his face.
Bailey wasn't entirely sure she would have stopped him had he tried to fuck her without a condom, since she had birth control taken care of, but he didn't know that, so she was vaguely grateful that he wasn't completely stupid. Now that he was stretched out on her bed, Bailey took one more moment to bask in the afterglow of what had been a pretty damn good orgasm before she rolled over to straddle his lap. His cock pressed against the inside of her thigh and Bailey shifted to rub herself against his length, groaning softly at the pressure against her still-sensitive clit. She wasn't completely stupid either, so she leaned over just enough to tug open her nightstand drawer to pull out a condom. Rather than tear it open to put it on him right away, Bailey took a moment to kiss him, her tongue flicking against his so she could taste herself on him. It was arousing as anything else he had done to her so far tonight and she couldn't get enough.
Dean’s brows twitched upward when Bailey moved over him -- he’d intended just to give her a minute before they went on, but he wasn’t going to complain if she wanted to do some of the work herself to start. He could always move their position later if he wanted to. Sometimes he got too antsy to be on the bottom. Dean’s hands slid up Bailey’s thighs to her hips as she rocked over him, the sensation of her pussy against his cock giving him a little shiver. When she kissed him, he returned it hungrily, letting her get a good taste of the deliciousness he’d just had his face in. He’d always thought it was hot when women didn’t shy away from that.
There was very little Bailey shied away from. Tasting herself on a man’s lips was erotic, because it meant he had just spent time pleasuring her. Besides, Dean had kissed her after she’d sucked his dick, so he didn’t seem to be too shy either. Moaning against his mouth, Bailey finally forced herself to straighten over him as she made quick work of opening the condom and rolling it down over his cock. Despite her recent orgasm, her body was buzzing with anticipation, desperate to finally get him inside of her. Pressing one hand on his solid chest, Bailey shifted and adjusted herself over him, guiding him inside of her just until the head of his cock slipped into her pussy. “Fuck,” she breathed, letting her head fall back against her neck as she slid down to take him as deeply as she could.
There was something sexy about a woman who knew how to properly handle a condom, and Dean let her do it, his eyes on her fingers as she expertly handled his dick. He was feeling very spoiled at the moment, and his gaze drifted back up to Bailey’s body as she got into position above him again. He smiled faintly and stroked her arm with one hand as she braced herself against him. Both palms moved to her tits as she slid down around him, and Dean let out a breathy little curse of his own. He wished the latex wasn’t necessary, but maybe it would come in handy this time, because her pussy felt incredible already. Unable to hold completely still, Dean rocked his hips up, pushing his cock a little deeper into her. His fingers toyed and pinched at Bailey’s nipples, heavy-lidded eyes drifting all over her. “That feel good, officer?” he whispered, a smirk crossing his face.
That subtle push of his hips succeeded in sending a shiver down Bailey's spine and she deliberately squeezed her pussy around his cock as she settled over him. Her nipples were hard and aching beneath his touch and she covered one of his hands with her own. So many guys just groped her breasts without giving them the proper attention, so she appreciated what his fingers were currently doing to her. His words prompted a breathy laugh to escape her. "Officer, huh?" Bailey began to rock against him, a slow, but firm rhythm that let her feel every inch of his cock. "You're lucky my handcuffs are in my car." That was a shame because now that she was in the middle of it, Bailey felt like having this guy completely at her mercy was something she would have found to be quite a treat. Her eyelashes fluttered as the sharper sensations began to build between her legs again. "But... fuck yes, it feels good."
It felt damn good to Dean too, tingles racing from his cock into his balls as Bailey moved over him, but the condom kept it from feeling too good. He was grateful for it, because he wanted to thoroughly enjoy this, and sometimes his dick got into too much of a rush. He made an intrigued sound that mixed with a chuckle when she mentioned her handcuffs, his stomach giving an excited flutter. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Dean may have had a phobia about cop cars, but fun with bondage was a different story. If Bailey ever wanted to cuff him and have her way with him, Dean wouldn’t object. Maybe next time, after he was done cooking. Since his hands were free now, he sat up halfway and used one to brace himself, catching one of those pert nipples with his mouth to suck on, a low groan in his throat. He caressed her curves with his free hand, sliding it around to explore and squeeze her perfect ass, his hips moving with hers all the while.
Even though she couldn't think very clearly at the moment, Bailey felt that same sort of excited flutter within her stomach at the mere thought of being able to cuff Dean to her bed to do whatever she wanted to him. It wouldn't be the first time she had used her handcuffs in the bedroom and she had always enjoyed it. If Dean followed through with cooking her dinner, she might have to see if he meant what he said. Some men were all talk, but she got the feeling that this guy was always open to new experiences. Or hell, he might have already been tied or cuffed to a bed in his past, which was even better. Bailey inhaled sharply at the warm, wet sensation of his mouth covering her nipple and she shoved a hand into the hair at the back of his neck, gripping tightly as she quickened the pace, rolling her hips into his with purpose now, desperately wanting more bodily friction. The whole evening had helped her forget about Kane and her anger with him and being able to channel that confusing frustration into sex was certainly a healthier way to deal with it than getting black out drunk somewhere. "God... fuck..." she panted, not wanting to stop until she was tumbling over the edge again.
Dean was adventurous by nature, and he was a pleasure-seeker, so he’d dabbled in all kinds of kinky stuff over the years. He didn’t need any of it to get off, he liked vanilla sex just as much as anything else, but it was fun sometimes to toss in some extra elements ... and there was something exciting about being tied up and helpless on occasion. Maybe Bailey would blindfold him too. Thinking about it made his cock throb sweetly inside of her squeezing pussy, and Dean moaned louder into her soft flesh before he released her nipple. His hands moved to grip her hips, urging her into a faster rhythm, his breathing thick and heavy in his lungs now. Dean still felt in good control of himself stamina-wise, but he was getting lost in all the pleasure Bailey was creating in him. “Fuck yeah, baby, ride that dick,” he breathed as he pressed his lips here and there against the skin of her chest and shoulder.
Her fingers tightening around the strands of his hair, Bailey followed his encouragement and thrust against him faster, moaning as his cock hit just the right place to drive her crazy. Coherency was not her friend at the moment, because Bailey felt like she was sinking into an orgasmic cloud and she just wanted to close her eyes and float away on it. Dean's voice was hoarse with arousal and sent fresh heat to her pussy. "You're gonna make me come again," Bailey panted before burying her face against his neck and biting. Certainly not enough to draw blood, but firmly enough that she knew he felt it... and definitely firmly enough to push her over the edge again with a sharp cry. It took quite a bit to get her to a multiple orgasm kind of night but apparently she was more than in the mood for it.
Feeling Bailey come on his cock was even better than feeling it against his tongue, and the tightness in his balls ticked up a few notches. Dean was pretty sure he would’ve been going off with her if there wasn’t a condom involved, so he was dumbly grateful for her sexual responsibility. Her teeth against his skin also tempered the pleasure a bit, that sting feeling both good and bad at the same time. “Ugh, god, fuck that’s hot,” he moaned as her body pulsed around his stiff cock. Dean tried to make it a good one from below, pushing up deep and letting her grind against him as much as she needed to. Fuck, he had missed this. In high stress times he needed to get laid more often, not less. Once Bailey’s body seemed down to the aftershocks, Dean slipped his arm firmly around her and shifted their position, getting his knees under him to lay her back against the mattress. He needed more leverage. Crushing another kiss to Bailey’s lips, Dean groaned deep and began pumping into her.
There was no protest when Dean got her onto her back. She had come twice already but that didn’t mean she was finished participating. Her lips parted for his and she tasted his tongue on hers as she drew her knees up to allow him to thrust even deeper. Bailey was soaked between her legs now and every slide of his cock was still bordering on heavenly. With her hands free, she slid them down his back, enjoying the bunching of his muscles as he moved over and into her. A groan escaped her as her hands found his ass. Fuck, he really was a gorgeous man, wasn’t he? Thrusting her hips up hard to meet his, Bailey pressed her fingertips into his skin. She couldn’t quiet the noises she made now, lost in a spiral of sensations she couldn’t really control anymore. “Goddamn,” she panted. “Fuck…” For a brief moment she wished he didn’t have the condom on, just so she could feel him dripping out of her later. It was a dirty thought, crazy too, probably, but it was that kind of night. At least in her head.
Dean was breathing too hard to kiss her for long, but it was good while it lasted. He loved the way Bailey touched him, apparently not one of those women who weren’t actually very into men’s bodies, or didn’t think they liked to be groped, or whatever the hangup was. Dean worked hard to keep his body in the shape that it was, and it was nice to be admired in any way. Bailey still sounded like she was having a great time, which only spurred Dean on. He would be amazed if she came again before he lost all control of himself, but it was hot as fuck that she was still making those sounds. Dean braced himself better, pushing his upper body up on his hands and planting his knees, a few soft curses falling out of him as he picked up the pace. He groaned and panted as he snapped his hips against Bailey’s body, the pleasure twisting tighter in his core, his cock aching with need. Dean’s hands fisted in the sheets as he pounded her for a moment, and then he was peaking, everything going taut and shuddery as he pushed in deep and came, grunting and moaning helplessly.
Bailey was not an overly affectionate person and generally kept her hands to herself, as a general rule. But she did enjoy sex and part of that enjoyment came from her partner's body. Men were more than just their dicks... well, most men. Some men. Dean had a nice body and she was going to touch it as much as she wanted because that's what they came here to do. Bailey didn't come again, but she sure as hell had a good time leading up to Dean getting there himself. So many good feelings were pulsing through her and when he tensed, her hands pressed into the small of his back until those muscles finally loosened. God, she really needed to get laid more often. She already felt like she could sleep soundly through the night without having to get wasted or taking over the counter meds. Sated, Bailey stretched her arms above her head with a groan.
Fuck, Dean loved that feeling. It never lasted long enough. He rocked his hips a few more times with a breathy moan, just to feel that tight grip some more before he went soft. When Dean forced his eyes back open, he admired the curves of Bailey’s body as she stretched, wetting his lips before he bent down to press some more kisses against her breasts. He reached between them to hold the condom as he pulled out, then sat up on his knees to pull it all the way off. “Goddamn, I needed that,” he murmured with a faint chuckle as he tied off the rubber and set it aside to deal with later. He couldn’t help but notice that it was pretty full, but he hadn’t been getting laid or really jerking off or anything lately. His body was in desperate need of a flop, so Dean indulged himself and stretched out next to Bailey.
Without his body on top of hers, Bailey stretched her legs out again and took a few moments to just lay there and enjoy how everything felt. Her racing heart was starting to slow a bit but the rest of her felt sated and rather boneless. It would be so easy to just roll over and fall asleep for the night. Chuckling softly as Dean flopped down beside her, she glanced at him before brushing a few strands of hair from her damp forehead. He looked pretty good naked and flushed too. Goddammit. What was it with fucking guys she'd arrested? Or nearly arrested, anyway. Bailey suddenly wished her cigarettes were within reach because she really didn't want to move too much yet. "Yeah, me too. You're not off the hook for that dinner though."
“Wouldn’t dream of trying to weasel out of it,” Dean assured her with a lazy smile. He lifted one arm to tuck his hand behind his head. Now that his blood was cooling, he knew that he probably ought to start making moves to get dressed and leave, but that drowsy sense of satisfaction was humming strong in him. He was damn comfortable. “You just lemme know when you’re free, and I’ll be here in my lil apron, trying to make you something edible,” he murmured as he let his eyes drift closed. It would be fun, right? Either way, at least he knew for sure now that he would be getting laid afterward. Bailey wasn’t going to make him cook naked just to cocktease him. Absently, Dean moved his hand to brush his knuckles against the side of Bailey’s leg.
"Good... 'cause I know where you live if you try to bail," she murmured, her eyes closed now as she let that sated relaxation wash over her. Still, saying that out loud prompted something to awaken inside of Bailey and she opened her eyes to look over at him. "Which reminds me... this probably doesn't need to be said but... don't tell Grady about this." Not that this was anything worth telling but if Dean became some kind of regular partner in the bedroom, she definitely didn't want the Sheriff knowing about it. It would just make things awkward at work and she wanted to avoid awkward anywhere she could. Bailey doubted Dean wanted to brag about sleeping with one of Grady's deputies, but men could be assholes, even the charming ones, so she just wanted to put it out there anyway to make sure they were on the same page.
Dean rolled his head to the side to open one eye at Bailey, a little grin crossing his face. “What, you embarrassed of me already?” he teased, then chuckled deep. “No worries, I won’t say a word. The last thing he wants to hear about is my sex life anyway, so we’ll just keep it that way.” Dean had a feeling Grady would be highly annoyed with him if he knew about this, but it wasn’t actually any of his business. Dean and Bailey were grown adults, they could do whatever they wanted. Dean stretched luxuriantly with a little groan, then rolled up onto his side to face Bailey, head propped up on his hand. “And just to have this on the table too ... I don’t mind using condoms if you want ‘em, but I had a vasectomy a few years ago, and I get tested on the regular, so ...” He shrugged one shoulder. In Dean’s mind it was kind of ladies’ choice on that aspect. “Assuming you wanna fuck me again and won’t just kick me out after I burn the chicken nuggets or whatever, next time.” He grinned.
Bailey smirked softly and brushed another strand of hair from her forehead. She certainly wasn't embarrassed by Dean. She didn't know him well enough to feel that brand of emotion. But Grady was her boss and knowing him the way she did, Bailey knew he might suddenly feel awkward around her. They had been working side by side for a long time now and she didn't want to disturb the comfortable equilibrium. When Dean spoke again, Bailey rolled onto her side to mimic his position. She was on birth control but it was nice to hear about the vasectomy. "Well, for one, if you want me to want to fuck you again, you're not going to make me chicken nuggets for my hard earned prize of naked dinner." Smiling, Bailey gave into temptation and reached out to run her hands through his messy hair. "But that's good to know. I've got an IUD so I'm good too."
A vasectomy and an IUD, weren’t they a childfree match made in heaven? She could be lying, of course, could be the type of woman who poked holes in condoms to try and trap a man, but Dean sincerely doubted it. He didn’t get that desperate vibe from her. He was covered, either way. The part about the nuggets made him laugh softly, and since Bailey was stroking his hair, Dean reached his free hand out to caress and play with her breasts a bit. They were just soft and nice and there, and he didn’t get to play with tits that often in a comfy, snuggly way. “Duly noted, I’ll change up the menu I had in mind then,” Dean murmured, his smile teasing. He’d definitely planned to cook something more adult for her, but it was fun to think about just presenting Bailey with fancy-plated dino nuggets. “‘Cause, y’know ... I definitely wanna fuck you again.”
The last thing Bailey wanted was a kid and she went to great lengths to ensure it didn't happen. Dean didn't strike her as the kind of guy who'd lie about a vasectomy just to fuck someone bare either. Despite the fact that he'd left her pretty well satisfied, her nipples still responded to his touch. That was a good sign and she could at least admit that she definitely wanted to have him in her bed again. "Then it sounds like we're on the same page," Bailey said. No unplanned pregnancies, no Grady-involvement and no chicken nuggets. This sounded like it could work out pretty well for them both. "You think you'll be okay to drive home?" He hadn't had that much to drink, but it felt like an obligation to ask. As much as she enjoyed fucking him, Bailey was still someone who liked to sleep alone and she doubted he'd be offended by it.
Being on the same page was an excellent place to be, and honestly pretty rare for hookups. Dean felt good about this one -- Bailey seemed very no-nonsense, not the type to easily catch feelings and get all weird and stalkery on him. Dean had been through those kinds of woman problems enough in his life. He just wanted somebody hot and fun for an occasional fuckbuddy, then they could part company and go about their lives. Maybe it was dumb of him to get involved at all with a cop, but ... oh well. Her question felt like his cue to be heading toward the door, and while Dean kind of wanted to lounge a bit more and snuggle her boobs, he didn’t want to be a clinger either. “Yeah, I’m good,” he assured her with a smile. Dean leaned in to steal a few more soft kisses, then pushed himself up with a groan and climbed off the bed, reaching for the condom he’d discarded. “Bathroom?” he asked, glancing back.
Catching Feelings was one thing Dean didn't need to worry about when it came to Bailey. She had done that once before in her life and it had been a disaster and honestly, when she thought about it too much now, she wondered if those feelings had even been real. It all seemed so superficial now. Just a way to escape Point Pleasant. Little good it did her. From what she could tell, Dean was not a clinger either so she didn't think this had any chance of getting complicated. Relieved that he was willing to leave without pouting about it, Bailey returned his kisses and then stretched happily as he climbed off the bed. "It's right across the hall," she said, finally finding the energy to sit up and scoot back against the headboard, reaching for her cigarettes on her nightstand. "There's some extra toothbrushes in the drawer if you need one." Maybe he'd want the taste of her pussy on his mouth for a while, but she figured it would be polite of her to offer anyway.
“Got it, thanks,” Dean said, chuckling softly over extra toothbrushes. Maybe Bailey kept them as spares, or maybe she had more of these kinds of visits than he really wanted to know about. It wasn’t his business. In any case, he didn’t mind the lingering taste of her in his mouth, but he did take the time in the bathroom to rinse his face and beard off in the sink. Dean took a piss, flushed the condom, got his crotch as clean as he could without turning on the shower. He padded to the living room to grab his discarded shirt and shoes, then got them a glass of water while he was out there. “Thirsty?” he asked Bailey as he entered the bedroom again, offering her the water. Once it was out of his hand, he located the rest of his clothes and started pulling them on. It always sucked to have to get dressed again after a good lay, but it was a small price to pay for a lovely night and not having to share a bed.
While Dean was in the bathroom, Bailey opened up her window facing the apartment courtyard and lit a cigarette. God, she was tired. Satisfied, but tired. It really hadn't been a bad day at all and Dean finding her at the carnival had probably saved her from going broke with buying beer and trying to beat those stupid, rigged games. She was sitting up with one arm crossed beneath her bare chest when Dean came back into her room and she chuckled softly when he handed her a glass of water. "Thanks," she said as she watched him get dressed. Obviously, she preferred him naked but he still looked good with clothes on too. For being as chatty as she had been earlier in the night, Bailey was suddenly devoid of things to say, because she had never really been much of a post-coital talker. Sex made people stupid as hell sometimes and she had learned it was much safer to just keep quiet until whoever been in her bed was gone.
Hydration was important, especially when one had been sweating and coming -- twice, even! Dean was fine with not talking, his usual gregariousness tempered by a content weariness. He was going to sleep well tonight, that was for sure. Maybe after he beat off in the shower one more time, just for good measure. He had plopped down on the edge of the bed and was bending down to put his shoes back on when it occurred to him that they hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. “Oh, hey,” he murmured, straightening up to pull his phone out of his pocket. Dean pulled up a fresh text message and tossed the phone closer to Bailey. “Send yourself a text so I’ve got your number? Just for naked dinner scheduling purposes, I promise.” He flashed her a smile before he went to tie his sneakers.
She did drink some of the water, but set it aside when he took his phone out. Smirking, she reached for the phone and settled back again, typing her number in the proper place before sending herself an emoji of a steak. "I don't get any dirty pictures?" Bailey asked after tossing his phone back onto the bed for him to take. There was a strong part of her that wanted to tug him back into the bed and start stripping him again, but it was late and she would rather he drive home while he was still awake, rather than later when he might be too tired and get into an accident.
Dean laughed a little as he stood up again and snagged up his phone. “Only upon request,” he said, giving another grin. Dean was far too old and wise to send unsolicited dick pics to people, but if Bailey ever wanted one ... he wasn’t opposed to sharing. He tucked his phone away and patted his pockets to make sure he had wallet and keys and everything, then looked over half-naked Bailey one more time, because damn. He’d been hoping to find a fuckbuddy while he was in town, but he didn’t think he would find one this fine. “I’ll see myself out, you look comfy, so ... talk to you soon?” he said, starting to back away toward the door.
Bailey wasn't really into pictures of the dicks themselves, but if Dean made sure the rest of his body was in the picture somehow, she had a feeling she would really enjoy it. Pleased that he didn't seem to expect her to walk him to the door or anything, Bailey offered Dean an amused salute with her cigarette. "Soon," she promised, though the definition of soon tended to change in her mind depending on her mood. But Dean was fun company and she had a feeling she would be scheduling that dinner sometime soon rather than putting it off. For now she just wanted to finish her cigarette and pass out. Tomorrow she would deal with everything else.