what are you attracted to?

DEAN DI LAURENTIS

smut :

“Here,” a low male voice rumbled from behind my back as a hand stretched out in front of me holding a glass of red wine.

“Thank you,” I smiled, accepting the drink with a faint brush of my fingers against his, then I took a swig, sourness pleasantly stinging my tongue.

We were at Dean’s house and there was a massive painting hanging on one of the many walls, I couldn’t quite figure why it caught my attention, but I have been in fact studying the canvas for the past fifteen minutes.

Soft warm lips touched the side of my neck as one heavy palm settled on my waist scooping me close. I collided with a hard male chest, my ass pressed against the hardening erection. My knees buckled and I swayed, my whole body softening in Dean’s arms. 

He nipped at the crook of my neck, pushing my hair to one side, veering to my jaw while his hands skimmed the sides of my body through my flimsy dress, while I just rubbed my ass against his clothed cock, eliciting strangled throaty sounds from him.

His perfume invaded my senses, the sensation of his wet tongue on my skin and his fingers clasping me tight blurred my vision.

“I’d rather you be looking at me,” his whisper ghosted my ear and the tip of his tongue touched my earlobe before he sucked it into his mouth.

“Is that so?”

A smile crossed my face, I clamped his wrist guiding him to clutch my chest. He made me moan by squeezing it, I could read impatience in his actions and that turned me on even more. Then abruptly he bent my head shoving his tongue in my mouth, he snatched the glass from my hand blindly putting in on top of a nearby table, gripping my waist with his free hand, grazing the hem of my dress baring my thighs, groaning into my mouth.

I broke the kiss, panting, and spun around facing him, tiptoeing to get a closer look of his face, our height difference was pretty noticeable. His eyes were molten with lust, his lips curved into a smirk, then his fingers settled on my cheek, while his other hand made its way to squeeze my ass.

“Better?” I dragged my fingertips through his hair, a few strands fell messily over his forehead making him look even more attractive.

He leaned in bending his head to kiss me again, our lips parted, desperate for each other. The tip of his nose nudged mine, his thumb found my lower lip, drawing it off slightly, teasing me, “Pretty much.”

I stared into his eyes, they were dark green in the dim light of the room. My tongue swirled around his thumb and I took it my mouth never breaking the eye contact.

He swatted his hand away and his lips collided with mine in a hungry hot kiss, his tongue explored my mouth as he swallowed my moans, holding me tight against him.

My cheeks grew hotter, my whole body swallowed by a lustful desire of having him pinning me down the bed and fucking me so hard the bed banged against the wall.

Dean was eager, our kiss grew sloppier as he lifted me up and carried us to the bed. He sat down the edge with me on top of him, fidgeting with a zipper on my dress, eventually throwing it over my head and somewhere on the floor. My white lacy panties were dump, my stomach tugged and I was desperate to feel his cock against my pussy.

“Put me down,” I choked out, making Dean switch places. My spine sunk into the softness of the mattress as he crawled on top of me. His eyes traced my every move as I tugged his shirt over his head and lunged to unzip his cargos, a smile lifted his lips, his eyes were so hazy and needy I bet mine looked exactly the same.

We did a lot of tossing and turning and once again I flipped us over, climbing into his lap, earning a wider grin from Di Laurentis’ face. I couldn’t resist that neck and that chest, my nails scratched a path down his torso, his stomach beckoned me to lavish him with kisses, but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction yet.

Huge palms cupped my ass and he eased me back and forth making my pussy grind over his hard clothed dick, eliciting a raspy sigh from me.

“You look so good,” he rattled, taking two handfuls of my boobs, clasping my waist, squeezing it, squeezing my ass too, admiring every part of my body, “So fucking beautiful.”

I forced him down, restraining his wrists with my hands, smirking at his puzzled expression, I gave him one more deep kiss, biting his tongue before I swept mine down his neck, veering to his chest, licking wet flat striped on his nipples too, causing him to jerk and groan. 

“Feeling good?” I teased, kissing a path down his stomach, following the happy trail and stopping at the hem of his underwear.

My hands cupped his crotch and he cursed, gripping the headboard. He was so worked up, tense, but so was I, quickly my fingers peeled his boxers off and his dick sprung out to his stomach, deep red, hard and oozing. 

A faint touch of my lips got him restraining himself from moaning, my hot breaths fanned across the length of his cock, his balls felt full and plump in my hand just when I squeezed him hard his whine filled the room, “I’ll take it as a yes,” I snickered, swirling my tongue around the tip of his dick, tasting his precum, letting it paint the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell,” he grumbled, tangling my hair, propping himself on one elbow, “Jesus, your fucking mouth—“ he collapsed back on the bed, melting in the sensation of my lips swirling around him and my fingers fiddling with his balls.

“Stop, stop,” he eased me off him, “I wanna fuck you and with that mouth of yours I might not last long,” he panted, dragging me close and smashing his lips against mine. He loosened me, belly down the bed, anticipation prickled my skin, his calloused palms gripped my waist, then he found my white lacy panties, dump with my arousal. 

“My turn to take care of you,” his voice was muffled against my skin. Dean was into a lot of kissing, one of the many things I loved about sex with him.

His lips were hot, exploring my shoulder blades, tracing their path to my lower back through my spine, then his teeth grazed the delicate fabric and he dragged them off me.

I heard him swallow thickly, I tried to look back at him but couldn’t as he weighed me down, his teeth grazed my asscheeks, biting and licking while his finger traced up and down movements at my opening, forcing me to squirm and grind lower to make him enter me, “Dean, please.”

A low chuckle rumbled behind me, “Please what?”

Oh fuck he was playing again.

“I need you to fuck me, fuck me will you?”

“Not yet,” his words cut the stuffed air and his lips latched onto my pussy, a nasty moan filed out of me, his tongue started working on me as he sucked and teased my folds, the tip of his tongue pushing inside just an inch.

He left a few pecks on the back of my thighs, working a finger in just the same torturously small amount as his tongue did, causing my pussy to react with a clench.

My breathing was shallow, his finger slipped in deeper, making deliberately slow movements. Dean lifted himself up, his lips levelled my ear and I could hear all the filthy sounds he was making.

“Is this good?” his lips traced the shell of my ear.

“Yes…No,” I whined, “I need your cock splitting me.”

A dark chuckle echoed off the walls of the room, I squirmed trying to get more friction. He smacked my asscheek, propping his knees, trapping my body between his, and then all I knew, his dick, hard and hot nudged my opening, his hips flexed and he fixed himself in me and one persistent push. My cries spilled out and I desperately grabbed the blanket, my jaw slack as I struggled breathe.

“Fuck, so tight, so good,” he snatched my wrists, holding them together on my lower back, thrusting harder, our breaths overlapped each other, “Come here,” he rolled us over to the side, laying beside me, my back hugged his chest, one of his hands was heavy on my thigh, holding it up, for him to get more space to thrust, his other arm wrapped around my neck and he latched his lips to my jaw. My head obediently swivelled back, desperate to get his lips on every inch of my skin, I clutched the back of his head as I helplessly clung to him, succumbing to the feeling of his body pressed against mine, his scent invading me, the starts in my eyes at the feeling of him buried deep inside me, “Dean, oh—“ I rasped, his thumb slipped in between my lips, pressing my tongue, making my mouth water, then he pressed my clit with that same thumb, rubbing slow steady circles causing my muscles to clench and my whole body shudder with pleasure.

“Don’t stop, please— Oh,” I stilled, my pussy spasmed around his cock, hugging him tight. I almost screamed as he kept ramming his cock into me. Dean muffled his throaty moans and profanities against the crook of my neck, his hips jerked right after, warm liquid spilled inside of me, his hand squeezing my waist with a painful grip, tight enough to steal the breath form my lungs.

“Busy night?” 

A message popped up on my screen. It was from Dean, they had an away game. We’ve been texting, sexting and fucking some days. Most of the days. 

“Just got home from work, planning on watching a movie in my soft coooozy bed. Wby?”

“Also in bed, it could be cosier if I was in yours ;)”

“Conceited.”

“Me? Never. Just confident.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Take your panties off.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Keep watching the movie, take your panties off.”

After a minute of hesitation I obediently did as he asked. I snapped a picture of myself in bed and with no panties on me, with no clothes on me whatsoever and hit a send button. He answered immediately.

“So fucking good. I really wish I was in that same bed with you. Now spread your legs, get comfy.”

I knew he wanted a good shot of my pussy so I gave it to him too. We’ve done it before and that day I was in the mood for having a little bit of fun and I missed the sex, and he was only going back home in like two days.

He put a drooling emoji reaction and a grey typing cloud appeared.

“I wanna taste you so bad, wanna eat out that pretty pussy till you rip my hair and scream my name.”

Fuck my stomach tingled and tugged and my fingers involuntarily went down to touch myself. With my free hand I typed back. “I wanna see you too.” 

He could’ve called me or facetimed me but I knew they lived in pairs and he shared a room with Garrett, so texting was more convenient at that point, specifically considering the fact that we kept this whole hooking up situation a secret.

He respond with a smirking emoji, oh he was so full of himself, but we both enjoyed it. He sent me a video. 

I got excited whenever he sent one, I loved studying his body on my little screen, zooming in the parts I wanted to see the most. 

Dean filmed himself in the mirror, hair messy he probably just showered or was about to, his chest carved, glistened under the mirror light, you know these light framed mirrors they had in hotels, that one. His muscles flexed as he moved, his stomach looked tight and his boxers half lowered stuck to his hips, with a boner hidden underneath them “Is this what you want?” he whispered clutching his dick in his huge palm and I swallowed hard, swiping my tongue across my lover lip biting it, wishing he was in my room, that same naked body right in front of me.

“That’s not fair,” I texted, still staring at the fifteen second video, my movie completely forgotten.

“How’s that not? Give me more. You’ll get more ;).”

I turned my camera and the flashlight on and set my phone pressing red button. I skimmed my clit and opened up my slit to give him a good close up of my pussy as I slowly put my fingers in, letting a moan slip out, “Fuck,” I cursed, deliberately moving my fingers back and forth. 

“I wish those were yours,” I attached the video to my message and waited for it to upload.

When you sexted in real time with no archive material it obviously took longer to film and cut it and send it, not like in porn or a movie scene. I pawed for a vibrator in my drawer patiently waiting for Dean’s next move so I could get myself off, record it for him and wait for him to show me his release.

“I love this, such a pretty wet pussy. She needs me and I very much need her. When I’m back I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

His text made me clench around nothing and my chest burn, I swallowed thickly imaging him taking me hard right on that bed of mine as it banged against the wall. A notification sound pulled me out of my thoughts, another video from him. I nibbled my lip in anticipation and hit playback. 

There he was, naked, handsome, his dick jutted out to his stomach, I heard his breaths hitch when his fist wrapped around it and he started giving himself slow strokes, he remained in a standing position and filmed himself from above so all I could see was his dick and his feet and then he did one of the hottest things I’ve seen a man do. He spat on his cock and the spit landed right on the tip of it, then he smeared it all over stroking hot silky skin, hissing loud enough for me to hear it. Two more text messages followed.

“I wanna fuck your pretty mouth too, want you to let me cum there and want you to suck me off through my high.”

“Jesus, I really want to fuck you, I’m so hard right now it’s painful.”

“I so would suck you off,” I scurried to reply, the thought of giving him a head and making him cum turned my eyes molten with lust.

Honestly, I have never been a big fan of a blow jobs, until I met Dean. His dick was so perfect, the size just right for me, so smooth and nice and clean, that I actually desired to have it in my mouth, to make him feel good. Dean was more of a mutual orgasm person, but I wouldn’t mind just giving him his and go on with it. Not always, but sometimes.

Like it actually made me worried how much I wanted to blow him sometimes. I loved teasing him first, lavishing his whole body with kisses till I got down and made him moan and throw his head back as his hips twitched responding to my tongue lapping him up.

My phone started vibrating, my eyes widened seeing an incoming facetime call. Shit, was he for real? That wasn’t what I expected at all, but a warm feeling spread through my chest, knowing he made some time and effort for a video call.

I picked it up angling my phone so my face would look more presentable.

“Hi,” he grinned like an idiot, still in the bathroom naked and sexy.

“Hi,” I couldn’t hold my smile either, “Aren’t you with Garrett?”

“I think he’s talking to Hannah, he’s wearing earbuds and so am I,” he winked, “He’s not gonna hear you. But I want to.”

“So what are you just gonna watch and listen?” 

“I can just watch or I can talk you through it and cum with you. Whatever you want me to. You pick,” a nasty grin crossed his face because he knew exactly what he was doing.

For a moment I stopped breathing, he had a way with his tongue, by all means.

“You know I prefer number two,” I smirked, “And I’ve got this too,” I picked up my purple vibrator and flashed it to the screen. 

The tip of his tongue touched his lower lip as excitement flooded his eyes, “So this is gonna be fun. Get comfy.”

I set my phone on this phone holder I owned and put it at the edge of the bed, giving him a good view of myself.

“Lay down, spread your legs,” Dean commanded, his voice deep and husky, “I wanna see your fingers, touch yourself, spread for me.”

I positioned myself in front of the screen, half seated so I could also see him. He placed his phone on a rack in a shower cabin, brawny arms flexed as he leaned against the wall, his face close to the camera, his green eyes tracing my every move.

I licked my two fingers and spread my folds that were already slick with arousal eliciting a compulsory moan.

He smirked, “That’s my girl, keep going, I wanna see you fuck yourself. Just think of how good it will feel when I’m back, I won’t go easy on you, doll.”

My eyelids got heavy at the sensation of my fingers arching inside and his low rumble of dirtiness in my ear. All I could give him in response were my little whimpers.

“So pretty, now get your purple friend over there.”

He gave his dick another much needed stroke, his movement slow and deliberate, he was trying really hard to hold back. 

“I want you to get off,” I panted, pressing a button on my vibrator, the buzz instantly filling the room, “I wanna watch you cum. With me.”

His strangled growl let me know he loved the idea. He snatched his phone flipping the camera, showing me a good close up of his cock and as much as I adored close ups, that wasn’t what I wanted at the moment. I watched him through hazy eyes, “Put your phone back I wanna see the whole of you.” He let out a soft chuckle, but did as I asked, “Go on, put that thing in you, pretty.”

I lubed up my vibrator in my own wetness, giving it a few sliding movements against my folds, before I stuck the silicone dildo in my opening and pushed it to the very end, feeling vibrations searing through my whole body. A breath caught at the back of my throat, my ass lifted off the mattress, “Fuck,” I gasped, clutching the sheet beside me, slowly pulling back and easing back in. “Just think of my dick filling you in,” Dean growled through my phone, “While I nip at your neck, at your nipples, I wanna suck them so bad, bite you, while you claw at my back and scratch my skin.” Jesus fucking Christ. That naughty fucking tongue of his. My fingers searched for a button to increase the vibration pace, my free hand glided up and down my torso. I stopped at my breast, squeezing it, pinching my nipple slightly, wrenching a groan out of Di Laurentis’ filthy mouth. 

“Didn’t you say you wanted to watch me,” he snickered, “Open your eyes.” “Yeah,” I breathed out, “I did. I do. I just got too caught up in the image of you in my head and your voice. It’s so deep.”

“We’re back on Friday and I really hope you don’t have any plans other than me,” he was gasping.

“Mmm,” I curved the dildo right where I needed to, feeling myself clench around it. Dean noticed it too. “Got it, discussing this later. Go on, doll, finish it up, touch your clit.” My fingertips rubbed soft circles as I watched him pump his dick with a firm hold, the head of his cock red and oozing. He cursed under his breath and panted, his chest heaved, dark blond hair fell messily over his forehead and his body glistened in a bathroom light coated with a thin layer of sweat. “Fuck Dean,” I pulled the dildo out and pressed it against my clit, crying out loud, squeezing my legs, my whole body starting to shudder, “I really wish that was your mouth on me right now or your cock in me,” I groaned helplessly and trembled at my own words, at the sensation of the pressure on my clit, of the intensity of his eyes on the screen and his dick in his hand twitching.

“Hell yeah,” he panted, bracing his arm on the wall, swaying on his feet, “Me too,” he was breathless and before I could blink, thick ropes of cum spurted out coating the shower walls, triggering my own orgasm. I locked in a long spasm, shaking with pleasure.

After a minute of steadying my breathing and stars in my eyes subsiding, I finally managed to take a better look at Dean, he was sweaty and fucked out but satisfied. He took his phone in his hand and I did the same. I looked at myself too, cheeks red, hair a mess but my eyes were gleaming. 

“That was hella nice,” he whispered, biting back a smile, “Thank you. Now you and me can sleep in peace. I’ll see you on Friday,” his features softened and I noticed he actually examined my face.

“Outside. Same spot.”

I hit a send button and locked my phone throwing it on top of a dashboard. I kept biting the inside of my cheek nervously fidgeting, circling my ring around my finger.

It was a hockey game night. Briar Hawks won. A big celebration and a Friday night.

Hours passed after the game ended so the parking lot was empty, I parked in the farthest dark corner, the spot I always picked not to draw too much attention. I saw a bunch of players walking out of the rink in distance, they were laughing so loud I could hear them through my half opened window.

Minutes felt like hours. I leaned against the backrest closing my eyes trying to calm down. I had to end things today. I had to end them for good, because I couldn’t let myself fall for him more than I already have. No strings attached, that’s what we agreed on. It worked with me before, apparently not this time.

The unlock sound of a car door snapped me out. Huge body appeared in front of me. 

“Had to wait for everyone to leave before I could make it,” Dean spoke, his tall frame invaded the space in my car as he sunk into the front passenger seat. He wore a black sleeveless shirt, his muscles flexed in a dim light of a lantern highlighting us, the smell of freshly washed hair and his perfume, musk and spicy, hit my senses and I already slowly started loosing control.

Then his green eyes met mine. My breaths hitched and my mouth parted, wanting to kiss him badly, so badly my whole body ached. I was more decisive when he wasn’t around, now the idea of not having him close anymore made something in my chest sting. And the thought of ending things dissipated just for a moment and all I could think about was him next to me. But hesitation must’ve been there still because he could read it on my face.

“What is it?” his fingers cupped my cheek as he leaned close to me, I could sense his hot breaths on my skin and the scent of him dizzying me.

“I— uh…”

He wetted his lips, head bent curiously, eyes searching mine, his whole attention focused on what I was about to say.

“Baby doll?” he hummed, his thumb drew soothing circles over my jaw, “Tell me.” His eyes were almost pleading, soft, like he cared. I wasn’t sure if he actually did.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath “This can’t— We have to stop seeing each other,” my cheeks burned, his mouth was threatening to touch mine, “Dean—“ I uncontrollably shifted closer, my nose brushed his.

“Just fucking kiss me already,” he rasped, pulling me in by my neck. He tasted sweet and minty, must’ve had his chewing gum while playing again.

His lips moved slowly but eagerly against mine as if he was still testing the waters. Dean Di Laurentis was a playboy, but respectful, he’d never go further without consent. I didn’t resist neither did I push him away, what’s more, I straddled his lap, moaning into his mouth, never breaking the kiss.

His heavy palms held me firmly by my hips, I always had tingles in my stomach when he touched me like that. My fingers explored his sand coloured hair, making a mess out of it. It was still wet from the shower and smelled of shampoo. I grazed his neck, wrapping one of my hands around his throat, deepening the kiss, biting him, swallowing his little grunts, slightly rolling my hips brushing the bulge in his sweatpants

“Fuck,” he mouthed almost inaudible, reaching for my top, throwing it over my head and somewhere to the backseat. He stopped kissing me for a mere moment, his eyes studied my face, my neck and my bare chest, “Been thinking about this moment the whole game,” he said in a low voice undoing buttons on my jeans, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Me too,” I whispered, unable to contain myself any more, I found his lips again, my tongue meeting his, fighting, slowing down, my hands got underneath his shirt, the tips of my fingers studied his stomach, his muscles flexed at my touch. His shirt ended up with mine and now our bare skin touched each other. 

“You looked good out there,” I murmured, peppering his neck with kisses, sucking on it, leaving a few bruising marks, while he squeezed my ass, “On the ice,” I bit his shoulder, licking the bite afterwards. His fingertips skimmed my spine and I could sense a smug smirk growing on his face, “You look even better now,” my whisper ghosted his ear as my hands scattered down his body.

He swiftly but carefully spun me around, my back now pressed firmly against his chest, the movement made me gasp but grin. One of his brawny arms wrapped around me as another hooked into my pants and my underwear taking them off of me.

He nuzzled my neck, nibbling and kissing it all over, his thumb brushed my clit sending a jolt of pleasure, making me arch off him.

“Dean,” I breathed out, needy for more. He knew it, I felt him smiling against my skin and he didn’t stop. One thick finger probed my pussy and I moaned throwing my head back to rest on his shoulder.

He chuckled, “So fucking responsive you are. I like that,” he placed an open mouthed kiss on my jaw. Then he groped for a lever, reclining the seat lower, making me lay down on him and relax. Somehow he managed to take the rest of his own clothes off too and I felt his dick brush my inner thigh, hard and warm and silky. I wished it was inside of me.

He spread my legs wider, inserting two fingers now, stretching me out just right, making slow deliberate moves, deeper and deeper, bending his fingertips to brush the spot where I created him the most.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” his voice was a low growl, “All for me?”

I could only pant in response, squeezing his hipbones and arching to his touch, my heels digging into the edge of the seat.

“Answer me,” he nibbled my earlobe.

“Mhm,” I rasped, wrapping my fist around his dick, making him tense, a moan caught at the back of his throat. I gave him a few lazy strokes lifting my other hand to grip at his hair, to pull him closer, I fucking needed him closer.

He flicked my clit while his two fingers were doing wonders inside of me, forcing my eyes to shut and my mouth to open. My chest heaved and my hips bucked to meet his movements.

Like most men, he could’ve been selfish, chasing his own release, not caring about his partner at all, whether it was casual or not. But one thing in sex Dean wasn’t — was selfish.

“Cum for me,” he panted in my ear, his free hand palmed my boobs, pinching my nipples slightly, increasing the sensation, but I wasn’t gonna be selfish either.

“No,” I took his wrist, stoping the movement, “No,” I said quieter, shifting back to face him, “I wanna do it together,” I looked into his lustful hazy eyes, “You and me.”

A smile stretched on his lips, that smile Dean always had, so playful, teasing but soft. He held my face in his hands watching me and the other second his tongue was in my mouth and while he was distracted with my lips I lifted myself up and sunk down onto his dick, taking him in entirely, the feeling of him filling me in made my breaths hitch. Our mouths parted, moans and groans overlapped each other filling the car.

“Jesus— Fuck,” he cursed, gripping my hips with a firm hold, “You are so tight,” his head fell against the backrest as he adjusted himself, exploring my face, skimming my body as I rolled my hips, leaving handprints all over the window, “Pretty,” he murmured under his nose more to himself than me, “Come here.”

Close. We needed each other close. Because this kind of sex wasn’t easy to find, when everything felt just right. No. Not just right. With Dean it felt perfect. No shame, no weirdness, just pure desire and an open mind to trying new things or repeating old ones.

He scooped me by my waist, his thumb found my clit once again as I kept on lifting myself up and down, my arms wounded around the back of his head, I panted into the crook of his neck as he nibbled mine.

I contracted once, making a sweet low “mmm” sound come out of his mouth.

“Dean—,” I cried out, feeling the ripples growing, “Fuck, Dean, don’t stop.”

I held onto him like my life depended on it, getting drunk on his scent, scratching his skin, making him hiss, that also caused him to tighten his hold on me almost to a bruising point but I didn’t complain. I loved marking him and having marks from him.

The sensations of his dick hitting me right where I needed him to and his thumb circling my clit brought me to my release sooner than I expected.

“Cum, cum on me,” he choked out, feeling me locking in a long spasm and just as I was done, he pulled out, thick ropes of cum spurred on his stomach and his moans ricocheted off the walls. 

A sly smile grew on my lips as I swept two fingers across his abs, collecting the liquid, putting them in my mouth and licking them clean. 

His eyes immersed me, still fucking dark with lust. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and rested his palm on my nape “You wanna stay over at mine tonight?”

“In a house full of people? You are crazy,” I scoffed, pawing for a package of napkins in a glove compartment. There was a party going again.

“Hey,” he turned my face back at him, “What’s wrong?”

I swallowed harshly and bit my lip, “If you haven’t noticed I was trying to end this when you got into the car.”

“End it? By fucking me?” he grinned, fucking mocking me.

I sighed. 

“I have to— I have to focus on myself,” I slapped a napkin into his chest so he could clean himself up.

“Oh yeah?” He scratched his jaw his smile replaces by disappointment.

“Yes, I need time,” I scurried off of him and frantically tried to put my clothes back on, my anxiety crippling back in.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, baby doll,  that’s not gonna work with me,” he said, pulling his pants back on, “I know you and I know your body.”