I stopped what I was doing only to slip the condom on, my gaze rising to meet Dean’s hungry one. I recognized the slight curl in his lip from watching his matches. But there was not an ounce of his trademark cool, refined focus to be found.

Sliding my underwear to the side, I gripped his arms and lowered myself down onto his cock, inch by agonizing inch. Dean helped, holding my hips, but this need to take my time was immediately outweighed by the tortuous satisfaction of being stretched, filled, claimed by him.

The second he was fully seated, hitting every nerve ending I had, all pretense of respectable behavior was abandoned. I dropped the handle and planted my hands on that gorgeous chest and rode his cock for the sole purpose of seeing this big, sexy fighter lose his goddamn mind right in front of me.

Lose his mind, he did.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, lifting me up and down in the kind of hot and urgent rhythm that back-seat sex was invented for. He didn’t take his eyes off me, watching me bounce on his cock with an expression of untamed lust. A bead of sweat slid down his temple. His chest expanded rapidly on every guttural inhale and growly exhale.

“Christ, Tabitha, you feel so fucking good,” he spit out. “Get down here so I can kiss you.”

I draped my body over his, grinding down, feeling like I might come any second. I wasn’t sure I could withstand another orgasm, but in the midst of watching Dean become a damn animal I was suddenly about to come again. His hands landed on my ass, squeezing, rocking me against him while kissing me.

“Oh God,” I whimpered into his mouth. I yanked on his hair and buried my face into his neck. I felt his hand slide around the front of my belly and then his thumb, caressing my clit in those same light circles. My muscles gathered tight, tight, and an undulating wave of pleasure rippled through me.

Dean caught my mouth with his before I screamed too loudly, but this orgasm shimmered. He seized my hips as I was still coming, urging me on, and I rode him as fast as he needed. My thighs slapped against his while I took him deeper. Harder. Dean held the back of my neck, and our eyes never left one another. Not once. Not when those fluttering aftershocks became a swift third orgasm. And not when Dean climaxed at the exact same time, as if he’d been waiting to release with me.