"WHAT?" I practically scream out. My eyes widen in shock as I look between Amanda and Andrew.

There's no way. I don't believe it.

Andrew? She's dating Andrew?! Why can't this motherfucker just evaporate? I internally roll my eyes and sigh.

"What's the big deal?" Amanda says looking at me like I'm crazy.

"I just thought you had better taste, that's all." I shrug, trying to hide my disgust, but still making my point.

I hadn't seen Andrew since he kissed me. I still feel sick to my stomach thinking about that.

"Athena! Don't be rude!" Amanda walks over to Andrew, kissing him on the lips. Ew.

Andrew looks like he wants to say something, but my glare makes him realize I could easily tell Amanda about what happened. She knew some random guy that I've known forever kissed me and that Dean took care of it, she just didn't know who.

"Baby." Dean says while tilting his head at me, discreetly telling me I need to change my attitude.

I walk out of the room needing to breathe, leaving the drunk and now confused guys behind. Dean follows right behind me, and pulls me into the laundry room.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" He asks with his eyes full of concern. He cups my face, tilting my head to meet his.

"Are you kidding? The guy that kept us from seeing each other, the guy that treated me like shit because he couldn't deal with his emotions, the guy that forcefully kissed me and may have tried to do more had you not been there, is making out with my best friend in the other room." I quietly shriek out.

"Why are you even still friends with him?" I ask softly, but my eyes are full of curiosity.

"Because I've known him forever. I can't just throw him out of the group because he did a few weird things." He says removing his hands from my face.

"You mean like what you did with my brother? Except it wasn't even my brother's fault. Y'all just needed someone to cast the blame on because you are all immature assholes who can't take responsibility for yourselves." Dean's face immediately reveals guilt.

I storm out of the laundry room, and run up the stairs just wanted to hide in my bed.

Yeah, the Andrew situation wasn't great, but what made it worse is that Dean is defending him, and for what? Part of me felt like I was overreacting, but the other part felt like I was going insane because I couldn't run away from this asshole.

"Athena, that's not fair!" He heavily breathes out once he catches up to me, grabbing my wrist to stop me. "Keith had gotten us all caught. Andrew is just being a dick."

I felt anger rush through me, making my blood boil. He could tell that his excuse made me mad, so he instantly tries to retract it. "No, that's not what I meant. I worded that wrong."

He was still trying to protect Andrew, and cast the blame on my brother who did nothing wrong.

"When will you take accountability for what you did? You were the one drinking, you were the once acting like an idiot, and you also had another ride! My brother was going to drive y'all home but didn't because y'all were taking too long and he had a headache from his concussion." I rebuke.

He rolls his eyes, making me feel like I'm overreacting. Maybe I am.

"Is this about Andrew or Keith?" He blurts out sounding angry,

"It was about Andrew until you decided to be all 'forgive and forget' with him immediately, yet not with my brother."

"Dean, be honest with me. Did you get all buddy-buddy with my brother again because of me?"

"What?" He says with a tone of surprise in his voice. "You think I started hanging out with your brother again just because I was fucking you?"

"Yes!" I say back making him look disappointed.

He walks closer to me, bring his hand to cup my chin as he makes me look in his eyes. "Baby, you just made me realize that I shouldn't of acted like a jerk towards him."

"Oh, well that's actually nice" I say pressing my lips together, looking as awkward as I feel. Why does he have to be so calm?!

✾

I decided to bite my tongue and go bake cookies for the guys. Making a gross face as I pass Andrew makes me feel better.

"Nina, you're so good at making cookies." Justin slurs out making me laugh lightly.

"Thanks, Justin!" I chirp out.

"I tried to get my girlfriend to make me cookies but they weren't as good as yours." I know if my kid self could see me now I would wonder why the hell Justin was complimenting me but I was with Dean.

The thing is, Justin was fun to be around, but he didn't have the charisma that Dean had. Dean always had a sparkle in his eyes and his smile would brighten anyone's day up.

Once all of the guys, including dick face ate their cookies, they all lounged out in the living room. I told them they could stay the night if they had to since they were all drunk.

Dean secretly takes me up to my room. No one sees us slip away because they are all drunk and entertained by Amanda. When she gets around guys, she is a talker!

"Those cookies you made kinda turned me on." Dean says smirking while sitting on the bed and pulling me onto his lap.

"They tend to have that effect." I have just as sly of a smirk on my face.

Even in this position I have to look up at him, which makes it extra difficult to make the first move. I reach my arms around his neck as he pulls my waist to him, where I'm now sitting on top of his hard dick.

I kiss his neck sloppily, making sure to leave a mark. He softly moans, yet it still sounds so manly. He lifts the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, leaving me in my white bra that is slightly see through, with blue flowers decorating it. I had a matching thong, but that was yet to be seen by Dean.

Dean groans looking at my very noticeable hard nipples that poke through the thin material. "You like?" I say with a smile on my face, knowing very well he loves it.

He hums in satisfaction of the view, picking me up lightly to slide off my PJ shorts. "Fuck." He looks me up and down, his view mainly staying on my perky chest.

He brings his hand to my thong where he gently rubs my wet pussy against the thin material. I continue placing kisses against his jaw line and neck, as he plays with my nipples and rubs my clit.

I stop kissing him and lift his t-shirt off his body, leaving me with a perfect view of his toned eight-pack and muscular arms. I grab his left arm and slowly place kisses on his big veiny hand, making my way to his biceps.

He dips his hand in my thong, teasing me by rubbing everywhere but my clit. "Stop teasing." I whine out. I've noticed he loves to tease me because I've had to say these words before.

"I just like making you squirm and hearing you beg." He hums while he moves the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.

Without warning, he sticks one finger inside of my aching core, making me loudly moan. "Shh. We wouldn't want anyone hearing us, now would we?" He whispers in my ear, as he brings his tongue to lick across my jawline.

"I can't help it." I moan out, but this time making in effort to be more quiet. "It feels so good."

He adds another finger, mimicking the come hither motion, which makes him hit my g-spot perfectly with every thrust.

I can't control my moans as he speeds up, making him use his hand that was playing with my nipples, to cover my mouth. He thrusts faster, making my hold onto his shoulders for support. My legs feel like giving out, but the pleasure is far too good.

He kisses the free side of my neck as he continues thrusting two fingers into me, while muffling my moans. "I'm gonna cum." I attempt to say, but it just comes out muffled. I throw my head back and reach my climax, still whimpering into Dean's hand.

This was the best orgasm I had ever had by fingers, but it felt different than usual. I look down, and realize what just happened.

I just squirted on Dean's jeans.

I immediately open my eyes, wide in embarrassment as my cheeks get pink. I had never done that before. I look at Dean, who is looking down on his pants and then he looks back at me.

"Fuck, that was so hot." He curses out looking even more turned on than before. I feel his dick harden more as I sit directly on his lap.

He had stopped fingering me, and he connected his lips with mine, still rubbing my clit making me overstimulated.

"I'm sorry, I got it on your jeans." I say breaking the kiss, feeling bad knowing he didn't have spare clothes.

"I kinda want you to do it again." He smirks at me.

"Dean!" I playfully hit his bare chest. He flips me over where he's lying on top of me, now the one in control.

He takes off his jeans and boxers, and leans down to me, sliding off my thong and unclasping my bra. He discards the clothes somewhere on the floor, and begins to tease my pussy with the tip of his dick. He taps his dick on my clit, making me slightly jerk from the overstimulation.

"You want my dick?" He says in a low tone that makes me clench.

I nod frantically. He gives me a sound of disapproval as he reaches down and flips me over where I'm lying on my stomach. He slaps my ass and you would've been able to hear my shock had he not reached around my neck to cover my mouth.

He bends over to my ear and whispers "Words.".

"Yes, I want your dick!" I whine out. I hated how submissive I was with him, but at the same time I loved having him dominate me.

He grabs my waist and brings me up on all fours, teasing my clit with his sensitive tip. He slowly slides in, unlike the other times where he would just ram his dick inside of me without warning.

"Fuck, Dean." I moan out making him push my head in the pillows in front of me. I kept forgetting there was people downstairs. I also kept forgetting that the guest room is right next to me so if anyone is in there, they can probably hear us right now.

My moans don't stop, but they are muffled by the suffocating pillows. I can hear Dean grunt and say curses quietly as he thrusts in and out of me.

He picks up his speed, and then slows down, and he repeats this for a while, making me get lost in the pleasure. His slow speed was torturous, but then he would reward me by going fast.

He slaps my ass and I bet everyone downstairs could hear that. I had never had my ass slapped so hard. But don't get me wrong, I loved it.

He brings his hand to soothe the now red mark on my ass, making me moan as he now thrusts hard. "That f-feels s-so fuck-fucking good." I try to moan out but he would thrust every time I would try to speak, leaving my words splotchy.

"Let's see what you've got." He says, stopping all of his movements. I rock my hips back and forth, trying to mimic what he was doing to me. I hear him moan as I continue thrusting my hips backwards, making his dick hit my cervix each thrust.

"Look at you. You're doing so fucking good, baby." He praises me which instantly makes me thrust harder back into him.

He takes control again, and slams his hips into mine making me loudly moan, but it's quickly muffled by his hand. His thrusts are now fast and hard, I can feel his balls slap my clit with each thrust.

I hear him breathe heavily, making me sense his climax is near. I'm on the edge of my orgasm when he goes back to the slow, tortuous thrusts. It doesn't stop my orgasm though, it just makes it slower and longer.

"Holy shit." I cum on his dick, and my orgasm lasts for what feels like a lifetime. I feel him pull out and flip me over to where my face is now in front of his dick.

He moans and tilts his head back as he releases in my mouth. He rides his orgasm out, and once he's done, I look up at him with my mouth full of cum and swallow it all. I give him a sly smile and he stares at me in bewilderment.

✾✾✾✾✾

I hope y'all enjoyed this smutty chapter!!!

Please vote!!!