Passionate Chase

***

"Wow...don't fall. What did you do? Drink a whole keg of beer?" Dean Broody asked Kayla Cooper who looked like she was about to fall over.

"Fuck off Dean." Kayla slurred her words, willing the world to stop spinning.

Dean reached for Kayla just as she took a step and swayed. "Jesus, just how much have you had to drink, Kay? You're shit-faced." Dean groaned holding on to the drunken beauty. "Come on, let me take you to your room. You need to lie down."

"Screw you, Asshole." Kayla hiccupped. She knew she was drunk but also knew she had to act sober and tough because knowing Dean, he was never going to allow her to hear the end of it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on," Dean said picking Kayla up bridal style and heading towards the chalets. "Which one is yours?" He asked when he got close to the chalets.

Dean looked down at Kayla when he didn't receive any reply and groaned. Shit! She was fast asleep. He decided to take her to his room and tuck her into bed. He knew he wasn't going to come back to the room anytime soon so Kayla could comfortably use his bed whilst he went back to the party to have a good time.

After removing Kayla's shoes, he tucked her in and left the room smiling to himself. Kayla was so going to get it from him and the boys in the morning. The tough Kayla, drunk! Now, that was a sight one didn't get to see often. But Dean knew he couldn't blame the sexy feisty Kayla. Damon Thomas Reid could throw a mean party. Damn!

Claiming he had promised his husband, Tristan, a big party when they got back to the U.S. from their wedding in France, Damon had thrown a party to remember. Although they'd been married for three months, they still stuck to each other like glue, Dean snorted. Who would have thought Damon, the tough billionaire could get that sappy. Love sure could do things to people. All friends of the couple had gone cruising on the yacht, TRISTAN. The magnificent yacht had been a wedding present for Tristan from Damon. After the cruise, the yacht had docked on a beautiful Island, where the party was being held. And what a party it was! Hands down the party of the year. Almost everyone was drunk. Even Kayla!

Dean chuckled. What made Kayla getting drunk even more amusing to Dean was the fact that Kayla was a tough no-nonsense kind of girl. She was Cole's executive assistant in his law firm and was studying to become a lawyer herself. Despite the fact that Cole was her boss, Kayla was so close to Cole that he treated her like the little sister he never had. All of Cole's friends had also gotten very close with Kayla to the extent that they sometimes referred to her as their Drill Sergeant due to her bossy nature.

Kayla had been orphaned as a child and had ended up in a foster home. She had to grow up looking out for herself hence, her tough nature. Though all the guys were six feet or more in height and very well-to-do, Kayla bossed them around whenever she felt like it. They adored her.

To Dean, Kayla was damn sexy. With her dirty blond hair cut into a short, sassy Halle Berry hairstyle, a curvy body that any model would die for, and the most intense green eyes, she was simply elegant and striking. But then, Cole Adams, the notorious ladies' man...at least until he fell in love with the beautiful Briana...wouldn't have agreed to Kayla being his assistant, if she hadn't been hot.

Out of the squad, as they often called themselves, namely Dean, Cole, Damon, Matt, Chris, Kyle, Michael, and Ty, Dean got on Kayla's nerves the most. He teased her all the time and Kayla also used any opportunity she got to either put Dean in his place or tease him back. The gang usually enjoyed Dean and Kayla's antics and war of words so much so that they actually awarded points sometimes. So Dean was thrilled he had gotten to catch the sassy Kayla in such a state. He couldn't wait to tell the guys. Maybe he should have taken pictures. That would have been the ultimate check-mate, Dean smiled to himself.

Dean had always been mischievous. But then it was only to be expected as he was the last of seven children...all boys. Teasing and playing pranks on each other was the culture in the Broody home. His dad was the wealthy and famous Michael Broody, an architect. Unfortunately for Michael Broody, out of all his sons, only Dean had become an architect like him. Lucy Broody, Dean's lovely, sweet mother was a medical doctor and had made it a point to push all her children into her field. All his brothers had gone into medicine just to make her happy. Out of the six, four were doctors and two were pharmacists.

The Broody family was a close-knit one. They were involved in each other's lives, were aware of small and large events in each other's lives, and were very supportive of each other in times of trouble. Like any siblings, Dean and his brothers fought and disagreed on everything but they loved and cared about each other a lot.

Michael Broody had retired, leaving his empire in the able hands of Dean. One could say Dean Broody had to start making very important decisions at an early age as he'd been running the empire for the past seven years. Though the whole family was proud of what he had accomplished within that number of years, he was still seen and treated as the family's baby. The fact that he was six foot 'one and towered over most of his brothers didn't make any difference. They were so annoying sometimes but Dean wouldn't have them any other way. He loved his parents and brothers to bits.

"Hey Dean, want to participate in the drinking contest?" Ty's voice boomed from across the room immediately after Dean got there.

"Bring it on boyz," Dean answered, never one to back down from a challenge.

And just like that, all thoughts of Kayla disappeared from his mind as he threw himself into having fun.

***

Dean left the party around three a.m. for his chalet. When he got to the bedroom, he quickly stripped and then slid into bed.

"What the fuck?" Dean exclaimed when he felt a soft body in bed beside him.

He reached up and flicked on the switch, flooding the room with light. The sight that met him got him instantly hard. Shit! He had totally forgotten about Kayla. And how the fuck was she in just her panties? She must have woken up at a point to shed off her clothes because Dean knew for sure he hadn't touched her clothes when he tucked her in earlier. And those boobs...Hot Damn!

"Fuck me!" Dean whispered, staring at Kayla's left breast. She had a gold nipple ring on her left nipple.

Dean groaned. He knew he had to quickly get Kayla back to her chalet to avoid any...incident. Cole and the others would have his balls if he dared do anything with Kayla. With the combination of all that alcohol in his system and the virtually naked sexy, beauty in his bed, Dean knew he had to act fast before he lost control.

"Kayla, wake up," Dean's eyes shifted around the room, trying to find Kayla's dress and bra.

He saw them heaped in a corner of the huge bed they were lying in. But just as he attempted to reach for them, Kayla snuggled close to him.

"Dean..." Kayla breathed as she tried to get comfortable.

"Oh, fuck," Dean muttered as he tried to move back so that Kayla's body wouldn't rub against his hard-on. "Kay wake up." Dean's voice sounded almost pained.

But Kayla was oblivious to the turmoil Dean was in. She molded herself to his warmth, loving the feel of his chest hair against her nipples. She moaned and rubbed against Dean harder. Why was he stalling, Kayla wondered subconsciously. In all the dreams she had of Dean, he was the aggressor. Why wasn't he aggressive now? And why did this dream feel so real? Kayla wondered.

"Kiss me, Dean," Kayla whispered.

"Aw come on Kay, snap out of..." Dean trailed off when Kayla captured his lips in a hot open-mouthed kiss.

Dean tried to tear his mouth away from the kiss but Kayla's arms twined around his neck and her fingers slid into his hair, holding him in place. She had the softest, sweetest lips. Her kiss didn't only make him weak but also made his cock throb. When she started sucking erotically on Dean's lower lip, he knew he was lost. With a groan, he took over the kiss. And boy, what a mind-blowingly orgasmic kiss it was.

When Dean's tongue found its way into Kayla's mouth, a lusty moan tore out of her throat. Dean took it slow, moving his tongue around Kayla's mouth, exploring the depths of it. Kayla's hands gripped his hair, holding him to her as his mouth plundered hers, hard and hungry. When Dean came up for air, he trailed kisses along her jawbone and nibbled her earlobe, his breath a harsh rasp against her ear. Kayla thought she would go up in flames as heat infused her, melting her to the core as Dean worked on her. Her body shuddered with need as he kissed his way down till he got to an engorged nipple. And when hot wet mouth closed around it, Kayla couldn't suppress her lustful cry.

"Oh god, Dean." Kayla moaned as Dean sucked on her, his fingers tugging gently on the ringed nipple. Kayla's fingers slipped into Dean's hair, holding him to her nipple. She was loving the erotic pull on both taut peaks.

Dean sucked, nibbled, kissed, and drew harder on her nipple, torturing Kayla slowly. When he switched and took the pierced nipple between his teeth, Kayla almost passed out from sensory overload. Dean went to town on that nipple, licking and sucking and pulling on the ring with his teeth whilst squeezing and pulling on the other with his fingers. Kayla cried out and arched against him, feeling herself get wet. She'd never loved her pierced nipple more than she did at that very moment.

"You have such beautiful breasts, Kay," Dean murmured against her sensitized flesh, flicking his tongue back and forth across the ring embedded in her nipple making Kayla whimper with need. "And I love your nipple ring."

Pleasurable tremors whipped through Kayla with every pull of his mouth on her ring. She rubbed her drenched pantie-covered pussy against Dean. He was driving her so wild she wanted to scream.

"God..." Kayla moaned brokenly and pleasurable tremors whipped through her. She needed more.

"It's just me baby." Dean husked, moving lower and trailing kisses down her body.

Kayla's moans were music to his ears, urging him on. She writhed beneath him when he circled her belly button with his tongue, giving it slow, moist strokes. When Dean got to her panties, he pulled it off and dropped a kiss on top of her shaved mound. His hands moved to her inner thighs to spread her wide as he moved lower until he was looking directly at her wet cleft. She was wet, soft, and delicate. Dean simply admired her hairless slit with greedy eyes, glad that the light was still on. He thought she had the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen.

"You're beautiful," he breathed. "I'm going to enjoy eating the hell out of this perfect pussy," he husked sexily, his words getting Kayla even more drenched.

Dean held Kayla's quivering thighs apart for his wicked tongue. Then with a growl, he brought out his tongue to stroke over her soft tender lips, torturing her as he began to softly wander through her folds with that incredible tongue.

"Dean..." Kayla cried out as her hips bucked involuntarily, arching up to meet his mouth eagerly.

She struggled for breath as she reached down with both hands to cup Dean's head, twisting her fingers into his beautiful black hair to hold him in place. Dean's mouth latched onto her clit and he gently sucked on it, swirling his tongue around that pleasure button whilst he moaned low in his throat. Kayla couldn't believe how good it felt. She opened to him like a flower, her body arching to his touch. Dean's eyes glinted naughtily up at her as his tongue kept rolling against her clit, driving her closer and closer to a fiery climax. Kayla's moans of delight filled the room. Dean would move down to probe her opening with that slick tongue, then move up to twirl her clit with his tongue. It was sweet torture.

"Dean..." She sobbed when the sweetest sensations rushed along her spine to pull in between her thighs. "Dean, please...

At her plea, Dean closed his mouth over the throbbing clit and sucked hard. Kayla didn't stand a chance... She unraveled, moaning and bucked up as an explosive orgasm tore through her. Dean gripped her hips and kept sucking on her clit throughout her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure.

Kayla was going insane with ecstasy. In one breath she would be pleading for mercy, "no more please..." Then in the next, she would be screaming at Dean not to stop, "oh my god, don't stop."

Kayla lost track of how many times she climaxed after they began rolling into each other. Dean kept at it till she was a quivering mess, her voice hoarse from all the screaming, her body, pliant and boneless. He finally took pity on her and stopped the erotic assault on her clit. After lapping up her juices, Dean moved up to cover her body with his, watching as Kayla tried to bring her erratic breathing under control. When she eventually calmed down, Kayla opened her eyes and stared up into beautiful dark blue eyes filled with so much hunger and lust, and...was that a smug look on Dean's face, she wondered. She was too sated to bother questioning him.

"You taste so good," Dean murmured, his voice hoarse and heavy with arousal as he stared into Kayla's orgasm-glazed green eyes. "I want you, Kay."

Kayla trembled at Dean's words. He was moving the head of his thick cock through her slickness, up and down through her swollen folds. When he started rubbing slow circles around her clit, she gasped as her hips bucked uncontrollably.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Kayla whispered, still looking into dark blue eyes, whose thick long dark lashes made Dean look so young and hot.

Dean froze. Did Kayla think she had been dreaming all that while?

"Kay..." Dean dropped his head, burying his face in Kayla's neck with a frustrated groan even as he continued rubbing against her folds. "No. This is real, Kay. You're drunker than I thought."

Dean squeezed his eyes tightly shut and fought to retain control of his body because, at that very moment, his control was pretty much hanging by a thread. He knew that he needed to control himself until he was sure Kayla was fully aware of what was going on and ready for it.

Fuck!

***

Kayla moved against Dean, trembling as exquisite sensations tore through her body from the point where Dean's cock slowly circled her slick swollen clit. His heavy breathing was the sexiest sound she had ever heard.

"Kay..." Dean groaned deep in his chest, a helpless sound of tormented pleasure. "Do you have any idea how crazy you're driving me?" He husked, grazing her throat with his lips.

Even as she squirmed against the pleasurable sensations Dean was building inside her, Kayla was asking herself how the fuck she'd gotten to that room which was clearly not hers. And why wasn't she getting up to run away? This was obviously not one of her erotic dreams about the crazy, hot Dean Broody. Dean was there for real, ready to fuck her. She had a lot of questions to ask but those exquisite sensations running through her that very moment made all those questions seem unimportant. She could already feel the tension building again, could feel the pleasure coil inside her tighter and tighter with the rubbing of that cock against her clit. Dean's cock felt enormous against her and it scared the living daylights out of her but she wanted to be filled with it...feel it move inside her. She wanted that promised pleasure.

"Dean..." She moaned, thrusting up against Dean.

"Do you want this, Kayla?" Dean knew he was at the edge of his control but the last thing he would ever do would be to fuck a woman without her consent.

Kayla hesitated. "Yes. But...let me see it first." She whispered.

"Let you see what?" Dean raised his head to look at Kayla. He looked confused.

"Let me see...you know...your..." She looked flushed.

The request sounded strange to Dean but he shrugged, rising to kneel between Kayla's thighs. And at Kayla's gasp, Dean grinned, flashing those cute dimples that he knew Kayla loved. He was used to girls reacting like that whenever they saw his cock. He loved it. What man wouldn't?

"Scared?" He drawled. "Don't tell me you've never seen one this big before. You're Kay-fucking-la baby."

"Dean, that won't fit." She gushed out, staring at his erection. It was huge.

"Wanna bet?" Dean answered with a chuckle, getting back into position and wondering why Kayla was acting all scared. He knew he was hung but there were guys bigger than him. And Kayla looked like an experienced enough chic. Why the fuss? Maybe it was just an act. Well, he could play along.

"Dean really..." Kayla started but Dean silenced her weak protest with a kiss so sweet it made her forget all about his cock.

"Look at me, Kay," Dean whispered against Kayla's lips.

She opened her eyes and stared up into blue eyes glittering with need.

"You are so beautiful. And I want you very much." Dean crooned, his voice dark and rough. Kayla felt a delicious tightening within her core at his words. She was certainly burning for him but that was Dean...he fooled around a lot. He was never serious with anything, especially girls.

Kayla licked suddenly dry lips and tried to look indifferent. "I already said you could fuck me, Dean. No need to give me lines." Kayla murmured, her face flushed. "Just do it."

Dean's eyes had followed the movement of Kayla's tongue and he lowered his head to taste those swollen lips again. Kayla shuddered when his lips touched hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth as she moaned into the lustful possession. And as they kissed, Dean slowly thrust into her, wanting to savor the pleasure of entering into her tight sheath. Then he felt it...a barrier. Kayla's pained whimper told Dean all he needed to know. He froze!

"The fuck!" Dean swore. Kayla was a fucking newbie. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me you're new at this Kayla? Fuck. I could've really hurt you." Dean made to pull out but Kayla crossed her legs around his hips, stopping his movement.

"Let me go, Kayla," Dean said tightly.

"Why?" She asked in a small voice. "Should my being a virgin make me any less desirable?"

"I don't do Marys, Kayla. You ambushed me. You should have fucking told me you're a...nun. I wouldn't have touched you with a long pole."

That hurt Kayla more than she cared to admit. "What are you afraid of, Dean?" Kayla asked. "That I'll be stuck on you if we have sex?"

"Well, yeah. Hey, you're a..." He struggled with the word.

"Virgin, Dean. It won't kill you to say it."

"Virgin," Dean whispered, still shocked at the discovery. "Don't get me wrong, I want you. But you'll probably expect commitment from me immediately I take on this... You know what I mean. I'm not ready for any such..."

"You have my word, Dean," Kayla said quietly, cutting him off. "We're both adults here. I'm twenty-four...not exactly a spring chicken. And you're what...twenty-eight? I vote we fuck our brains out and forget this night ever happened. What do you say? Are you man enough to fuck a virgin? No strings attached."

By the time Kayla finished her speech, her heart was breaking. She congratulated herself on her outward calm because inside, she was a total mess. She was damned if she was going to expose herself this way to a man and go away with her virginity intact as though she were some diseased freak. That would be the ultimate blow to her ego. That she had been rejected because of her virginity.

"I will hold you to your word." Dean's voice tinged with a warning.

"Hey dickhead, if you were the last man on earth, I would remain a spinster for life. How about that? Do we have a deal?"

But Dean had already resumed rubbing her pussy lips with his huge cock head, his face buried in the side of her neck with lusty moans coming out of his throat. Dean Broody never refused a good offer. He raised his head to look down at Kayla with eyes filled with so much lust, Kayla's breath hitched in her throat. She thought he was breathtakingly hot. With his jet black hair, dark blue eyes, dimples that looked so adorable on him he got away with almost anything, and sexy body, Dean was one of the strikingly handsome men Kayla had had the pleasure of knowing. He was her hottest wet dream and incredibly sexy.

"Deal." He growled and then pushed past the barrier.

Kayla screamed.