10. Brennan
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Brennan
Later That Night
T alk about unexpected.
It wasn’t on my bingo card to make Astrid come tonight, but holy hell. I couldn’t ask for anything better.
She lies pressed against me, her head rests on my chest. I’m still clothed. Though I’m not looking, the knowledge Astrid’s skirt is hiked up to her waist and her hairless, dripping pussy peeps out to the side of her thong is making it hard not to come in my pants.
The room is quiet, except for the gentle sounds of the waves against the houseboat and the distant hum of the city outside. I tighten my arm around her, keeping her close. Astrid combs her fingers gently through my hair.
This is what’s missing. Astrid. Us. Together.
For the first time in a long time, everything feels…right. My mind is actually quiet.
God, I need to try to hold on to this moment. Because, if I’m honest, I know we’ve crossed a line we can’t come back from. There’s no denying it, I’ve fallen for her. Completely. Being with her like this solidified what I’ve been trying to keep at bay for so long.
I don’t just want her in my life, I need her.
As much as I want to believe she feels the same, I can’t shake the doubt. She had a bad day. Maybe this was her way to escape. To find comfort. I’ve got to be careful not to read into this. Careful not to let myself believe this means something to her too.
You’ve made that mistake before.
I press a kiss on the top of her head, my heart pounding in my chest. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah.” Her affirmation comes out soft, almost hesitant.
I don’t want to push her or put pressure on what happened. At the same time, we can’t ignore we’ve been intimate. “You know,” I try to keep my tone light, “I’ve thought about us being together like this for a while now.”
“You have?” She tilts her head up slightly, meeting my gaze.
There’s something so vulnerable in her voice, it makes my chest tighten. Before we have sex, I’d like to define who we are to each other, but instead, I focus on the feel of her next to me. The way her breathing has slowed. The quiet peace between us.
Even though I don’t know where we’ll go from here, I know one thing for sure—I want to be here with her so I’m going to continue to take the lead. “Yes, this is where I want to be.”
I kiss her and find I’m instantly in tune with her every subtle reaction. It’s like something’s clicked deep in my brain and I’m able to help her unleash her most raw, vulnerable, sexual side. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
I take off her top and bra, noting how her body responds to each touch. Methodically, I catalog what makes her cry out. Moan. What draws a quiet gasp.
We’re both ready. Our bodies are like two puzzle pieces that must snap into place. There’s no hesitation left—just a shared need neither of us can ignore.
“B, I want you,” Astrid murmurs against my mouth, her hand encasing the bulge in my jeans. “I’ve wanted this for ages.”
Fuck, yeah. I’m going to love her all night long.
“I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever imagined.” I trace her light-pink nipples with my finger until they both pucker. Fascinated they’re exactly the color I imagined all these years. “I want to hear those sexy moans you made when I finger-fucked you. I want you to cry out with pleasure when I’m buried balls-deep inside you.”
Astrid’s eyes are squeezed shut. “I didn’t dare hope you were a dirty talker.”
“You like it?” I can’t help but chuckle.
She shifts to unbuckle my belt. “You have no idea how much it turns me on.”
“Take off the rest of your clothes.” I roll over onto my back.
Astrid looks at me with surprise. “What?”
“I’d like you to be naked when I hold your legs down and feast on your pussy.” I sit up and pull off my T-shirt. “Then, I want to suck on those delicious nipples when I bury my cock into your hot, wet pussy.”
Astrid’s expression is priceless. Utter confusion. “Um…”
“I like control when I fuck.” I shrug and stand up. Kick off my shoes and unbutton and unzip my jeans, but keep on my briefs. Astrid hasn’t moved, but I can tell she’s into it because her nipples are puckered painfully tight. “Is this okay with you?”
She unzips her skirt and yanks it down. Her voice is raspy with lust. “Jesus, B. Bring it on.”
“You got it.” I grip her ankles, yank her to the edge of the bed and press her legs up and out.
Astrid watches me kneel before her and kiss across her chest, deliberately avoiding her tight nipples. She moans and tries to shimmy closer, but I shoot her a look and she bites her lip. Hard.
“Good girl.” I kiss and nuzzle her belly button as I hook my fingers into her thong and pull it down her hips and legs and throw it to the floor.
Holy shit, she’s laid out before me like a feast. Her bare pussy lips are swollen from my fingers and she’s glistening with arousal. Her essence is intoxicating. I nestle between her thighs, admire the way her little clit pokes out for me. Initially, Astrid tenses at my inspection, then settles with her hands splayed out to her sides, clutching at the mattress.
“Your clit is magnificent.” I trace a circle with my fingertip around the tight little nub.
She gasps and squirms. “God. I’m dying here, seriously.”
“Oh, I’ve got you.” I drag my finger down through her folds and push it inside her. Immediately, she clenches around my finger like a vise and my cock lurches, like it knows how perfect it’s going to feel when it slides home.
Jesus. I can’t take it any longer. I have to taste her. Astrid leans up on her elbows, watching me intently, and I grin up at her before pulling her lower lips into my mouth. I suck and lick them thoroughly and sink my tongue into her tight pussy. Her hips fly off the mattress, canting unabashedly against my face.
Palming her inner thighs, I hold her still while I lick from her entrance to her clit and back again, naughtily swirling my tongue along her back pucker. She moans and keens with every swipe. I press my thumb on her clit and she explodes. Arches her back and screams my name so loud, there’s no doubt her neighbors hear.
Astrid’s juices flow freely and I drink every drop until she’s satiated and calm, kissing up her thighs and her flat belly as I make my way back to her face. Run my fingertips up and down her skin as I go, watching as goose bumps follow in my wake.
She’s absolutely beautiful. Her eyes are closed and her blonde hair fans out around her. A satisfied smile paints her lips.
I cup her breasts and pull a sweet nipple into my mouth. Tug it with my teeth. Soothe it with my tongue. Her fingers plunge into my hair and she holds on tight as I worship the breasts I’ve dreamed about. Whacked off to.
Real life is so much better than fantasy.
Gliding my hands up her arms to her wrists, I move them over her head. “You taste so fucking delicious.”
My cock, straining painfully against my briefs, is nestled against her pussy. I rotate my hips a bit, feeling her hot, wet heat soak me. Her eyes blink open and focus on mine. “I want you inside me.”
“I’m clean. It’s been a couple of years.” I climb onto the bed and hold myself above her, waiting for her reaction.
She breaks free of my grip and pulls me down for a kiss. My God, can she kiss. Astrid gives me everything she has and more, like it’s her job before she mutters against my lips, “I’m clean and have an IUD.”
I love the way her pelvis cradles mine. The feel of her toned thighs clenched around my hips. I’m not going to last much longer, so I shimmy out of my briefs and my cock springs free. I settle back down against her with my dick resting against her entrance. “You’re sure?”
Astrid reaches between us, grips my shaft and flicks the tip against her clit before guiding it inside her. I swear it’s like a revelation.
“You’re so big.” She lays back as I work my way in.
She’s ready for me, but I don’t want to hurt her. All of us McGloughlin brothers have been blessed with big dicks, but mine’s the biggest in both girth and length. Trust . The six of us measured ourselves one night when we’d had too many beers, though I’ll never admit this out loud.
When I’m halfway in, I start to see stars. “Astrid, I’m sorry but I’m so close.”
“Go for it. Slam into me. I want it hard.” She reaches around and grabs my ass to pull me deeper.
I pull my hips back and ram deep. Stop so I don’t lose full control. Repeat the motion and slowly increase the pace, hooking her leg around my elbow until she’s spread wide.
I watch my thick, hard cock impale her, fascinated I’m actually fucking the woman of my dreams and it’s even more incredible than I could have ever imagined.
“You fit me like a fucking glove, A.” I gaze into her green eyes, which are nearly rolled back into her head. “How does this feel. Is it too much?”
Her body clenches around me, milking my cock. “You were made for me. Your cock is hitting my… ahhhhhhhhhh .”
Astrid’s pussy clenches tightly around my shaft as she comes and I have no choice but to follow, pulsing streams inside her as I grunt like a caveman.
“Holy shit,” she pants, gripping my forearms as I come harder than I’ve ever done in my life.
I collapse onto my forearms and roll her on top of me so she’s draped across my body with my cock still buried deep. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her long and slow before pulling back to look at her. “How do you feel?”
“Utterly, completely, thoroughly fucked.” She leans over and kisses me. “You surprised me in the best way.”
“Good.” I kiss her again and pull away. “Because, I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping.”