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I woke up in Dean's arms, with the sun glaring in my face. I almost got up and shut the blinds, but Dean's features were lit up-- he looked so handsome.

After last night, I went downstairs to the laundry room to wash Dean's pants that I had gotten wet. Unfortunately, almost everyone was still up.

"Nina, there you are! Where's Dean?" Justin slurs out while he's lying on the couch.

"Oh, he fell asleep upstairs" I slightly blush but it isn't obvious.

"Right, 'fell asleep'." He says slyly, hinting that Dean is up there doing something other than sleeping.

"Are those Dean's jeans?" Andrew chimes in.

I look down at my hands, realizing I was still holding Dean's jeans. "Yeah." I press my lips together, feeling all the attention on me.

"He spilled soda on them, so I'm going to go wash them."

"Oh." Andrew says with a tone that tells me he doesn't believe me.

I get out of the awkward situation as fast as I can, so I head to the laundry room.

Dean groans and moves around, pulling me into him. "Good morning!" I chirp out. "Morning, baby." He says in his morning voice that I love so much.

"Let me go get your pants. They should be dry by now." I get out of his embrace and head to the laundry room. I walk past the living room and half of the guys are passed out on the couch, I don't know where Amanda or Andrew are, but I probably don't want to know.

"Hey." I get startled from the voice behind me while I'm getting Dean's jeans out of the dryer. I turn around and see just who I didn't want to see.

"Oh, hey Andrew." I say monotoned, sounding completely uninterested in him.

"Look, I just wanted to say that I hope you're okay with me dating Amanda. Maybe we could grab lunch so we can get on better terms." He says sounding sincere, but knowing him I don't believe it.

"As long as you treat her well, I couldn't care less. And, I don't think Dean would like that." I shrug, still sounding uninterested.

"Same goes for Dean." He comments.

"What do you mean?" I say with a confused expression on my face, nudging him out of the way so I can leave the laundry room.

"Well, we are both in the same position. I'm dating your friend and your dating mine. So, don't hurt Dean." He says not hearing how ridiculous he sounds.

"Aren't you the one that told me Dean would hurt me?" I look up at the man who's not much taller than me, I leave not waiting for him to answer.

I walk back up to my room, annoyed that Andrew was acting like a perfect little angel when he was far from it. I walk in my room to see an empty bed, but I hear the shower running so I assume he is in there.

I walk into the bathroom and set his jeans on the counter. I figure I should get ready for the day, so I grab some face wash from under the sink. I slip off my PJ's so they don't get wet, and bend down to the sink to wash my face.

I hear the show turn off but I ignore it as I continue washing my face. "Shit." I hear Dean curse out beside me.

I lift my face up and dry it off with the towel draped on the counter, and look up to a very turned on Dean "What?" I ask him, pretending I don't see him scanning every inch of my body with his brown eyes.

"Why are you almost nude bending over? It puts dirty thoughts in my head." Dean smirks as he places his hands on my waist, continuing to scan my body, his eyes stopping at my chest.

"Dean, knock it off!" I swat his hands off of me making him frown.

As mean as it was, I thought I'd mess with him for the fun of it.

I grab my toothbrush and place toothpaste on the bristles, and bring the toothbrush to my mouth. I look at Dean who is mesmerized by my every move. I slowly start brushing my teeth, making the toothbrush go back further and further in my mouth.

I then start to brush my tongue, still looking at Dean. He doesn't say anything, but his jaw slightly drops and his hand adjusts his erection over the towel covering him.

He quickly figures out what I'm doing and sends me a glare, before playing a game of his own. He slips the towel off of his lower body, leaving his toned body and erection exposed.

He takes his hand down to his hard on and slowly starts pumping himself while looking at me in the eyes.

I give him a sound of disapproval, walking closer to him with my deodorant in my hand, and 'accidentally' drop in on the floor in front of him. I get on my knees to pick up the deodorant, and look up at him with a smirk on my face.

I look at his dick, and give him a slow, wet kiss on the tip, before I get up and walk away. I always love doing that.

I walk in my room and begin putting my clothes on, but not before he follows me. "Why are you teasing me?" He says angrily, only making me enjoy this more. I smile at him, and shrug my shoulders.

I change the subject quickly, trying to take the pressure off of me. "You know who I ran into downstairs?"

"Hmm, let me guess. The Easter bunny?" He says full of sarcasm, making me roll my eyes at him. "Watch it." He warns.

"Andrew." I say monotoned, not showing any emotion.

"Great. Did you kill him?" He rolls his eyes sounding frustrated at our drama.

I was annoyed that Dean didn't seem to defend me in this whole situation, so I took an alternative method.

"Actually, he invited me to lunch tomorrow." Dean's face immediately hardens, while other parts of him go soft.

"What?" He seethes out making me feel uneasy.

"I won't go if you don't want me to. He just thought it would be a good idea since he's dating Amanda and we may be seeing each other more often." I shrug, feeling the jealousy radiate off of Dean.

"Is he still here?" Dean raises his voice making anyone near my room able to hear him.

"Shh. I think him and Amanda are in the guest room so be quiet." I press my index finger to my lips.

Dean walks up to me and grabs my wrists, pinning me to my door with my back to him. "Dean, what are you doing?" I whisper yell.

He brings his neck down to mine, his lips brush against my neck. "Is he still in there?" He asks sounding like he's up to no good.

"Yes, so whatever you think you are going to do. Don't." My tone is full of frustration.

He laughs dryly, and slowly kisses my neck, with his bare body behind my clothed one. I can feel his erection digging in my back making me squirm, but I quickly realize he's giving me hickeys.

My wrists are still bound behind my back, making it difficult to move. "Dean!" I call out with annoyance visible in my tone.

"I'm gonna let him hear how good I make you feel, so he knows he will never have a chance." He whispers in my ear, easing his grip on my wrists.

Before I can protest, he spins me around and lifts my shirt off my body, keeping his gaze on my chest. He licks my chest that isn't covered by my bra, and before I even know what happens, my bra is on the floor.

"Dean, you realize my parents or brother could come home and hear us, right?" I say trying to talk some sense into him, but he's too far gone.

"Does it look like I give a fuck." He rebukes, making me cave. Yes, it was a stupid idea, but maybe it would make Andrew finally back off.

He slides my shorts and thong off and backs me up to the wall where the guest room connects so our sounds are louder to anyone in there.

He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and he starts kissing me sloppily. As I gasp for air, he slides his tongue in my mouth, making me moan. I immediately try to hold back my moans as I feel his dick rub against my clit.

"I swear if you try to not moan, I will go fuck you in front of him." He grunts out, as he continues pushing his dick on my clit.

"Dean, that is so perverted." I slap him on the shoulder, slightly worried about his perversion. However, his possessiveness makes me wet as much as I pretend I don't like it.

"He messes with what's mine and that's the price he pays." He says, not attempting to quiet his voice.

He lifts me up further, where I'm pushed up against the wall, almost touching the ceiling, with my legs wrapped around his neck. He immediately takes my clit in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin.

I moan louder than I expected, but I don't hold back because I'd rather not experience being fucked in front of Andrew.

Dean continues sucking and licking my now soaking pussy, making me tug his hair for balance. "Does that feel good, baby?" He looks up at me with a smirk on his face. I nod back earring a warning glance from him.

"Yes, Dean! It feels so good." I say just loud enough for us to hear. He starts fucking me with his tongue, making my eyes roll back in pleasure.

He lifts me off his shoulders and brings me back down to his waist, still pinning me against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist. He teases my by rubbing his tip against my pussy, making me hold onto him tightly as he slams into me without warning.

I started to realize not too long ago that he slams into me without warning because my moans are louder and he likes when I don't hold back. I didn't ever mind it until I knew he was trying to make other people hear me.

"You're pussy is so fucking good, baby." He groans out, thrusting into me hard. His words make me tighten around him causing him to moan.

I want to tell him how good he's making me feel, but I feel shy knowing Andrew and Amanda are probably in the other room listening to us.

Dean slows his pace, making my pants slow down, helping me catch my breath. That is, until he slams into me again making me moan loudly. I nuzzle my face in his neck, hoping it muffles my moans.

Dean stays at a constant pace, making my bite his shoulder for relief. "Do you want me to fuck you in front of him?" He whispers in my ear.

I look back at him with my eyes widening in shock as he starts walking us to the door, still fucking me. I nod quickly. "No! No!" I almost yell out.

"That's what I thought. So be a good girl and stop trying to hide your moans." He walks back to the wall that connects to the guest bedroom.

He pins me back on the wall, and slows his thrusts, looking at me with his darkened eyes. This time I do nothing to hide my moans. "Good." He whispers in my ear, hiding his face in my neck.

"Wait, stop." I say in shock. He listens and stops his thrusts, looking back at me in confusion. "Listen."

"No fucking way. Is that Amanda moaning?!" I quietly shriek out. Amanda was against the wall behind me moaning. Andrew was fucking her behind us.

Dean laughs with no humor. "Let the fucking game begin." He says with lust in his eyes.

He starts thrusting into me harder, making our skin slap together loudly. "Fuck, Dean." I say loudly not caring anymore about people hearing us.

"You can take it." He says deeply, thrusting harder and faster making my legs weak. He walks me to my bed and turns me around so we are in the doggystyle position. "I thought you wanted them to hear us?" I ask confused.

"I can go harder in the position, so don't worry." My eyes widen, scared that my body can't take anymore. He was huge compared to me, and his dick had no business being so large.

Again, he pulls his signature move and thrusts inside me hard. "Fuck" I push my head in the sheets. All I can hear is Dean's grunts, our skin slapping together, and a muffled sound of Amanda getting fucked.

I internally laughed because Amanda had showed me a while ago how her moans sound if she's faking it... and she was.

Dean pulls my hair and makes me look at him behind me, we connect eyes as both our moans get louder. "Dean, I'm gonna cum." I say out breathlessly.

"Wait. I want to cum together." He says thrusting in me at the same, tortuous but pleasurable pace. I go back to my forearms which lets me rest my face in the soft comforter, but it does nothing to stop my moans.

"Cum." Dean demands me and I don't hesitate. I immediately tighten and reach my climax on him, making him reach his as he pulls out and cums on my back.

I go limp on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Dean smirks as he realizes Amanda's moans stopped a few minutes ago. "Motherfucker will never be as good as me." He says full of pride.

He falls on the bed next to me and pulls me into him. "You're such an idiot, you know that?" I remark, still baffled at what just happened.

"You loved it." I roll my eyes at him. "Oh, and by the way, I was bluffing. I would never let anyone else ever see you naked." He smirks and his eyes glimmer with lust." So I could've stayed quiet the whole time?!

We both hop off the bed and throw our clothes on. "Dean, I don't want to go out there. What if we run into them." I say while biting my lip nervously.

"I hope we fucking do." He laughs out dryly.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to the door, and we both walk out to Amanda and Andrew doing the same thing.

Amanda and I glance awkwardly, while Dean slyly smirks at Andrew.

Dean glares down at Andrew while both Amanda and I are tugging our boyfriends so we can leave this awkward situation, but they don't budge. Silence fills the hall, but then Dean speaks up with a smirk on his face.

"Would you like a rematch so you can warm up next time? Maybe taking a Viagra would help."

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Sorry I didn't update sooner. I have a stomach virus so I haven't been feeling great. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!

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