29. Brian
CHAPTER 29
Kodi’s eyes dart back and forth between mine, and I’m gripping her body like it’s a buoy in a hurricane. This woman is everything.
The smell of her shampoo has been teasing my nose ever since she tackled me against the sink. My cock is aching against my zipper, and it is taking every ounce of self control I possess to keep from ripping my clothes off and fucking her like a teenager after prom night.
It’s her first time.
Her first kiss. Her first time. So many fucking firsts with this girl, and she’s trusting me with all of them. Why? Why me? Why in this fake, ridiculous relationship?
There’s nothing fake about this.
Fuck.
The feelings that have been nagging at the back of my mind since I first kissed her at the game–no. Even before that. Since the first time I saw her in the office at the clinic, and pressed my fingers to her perfect legs. The feelings that didn’t make any sense, because I didn’t think I could think those kinds of things about anyone other than…
No. Don’t even mention his name.
Tonight isn’t about him. It isn’t even about me.
This is all about her.
And I am going to make sure it’s everything she could ever dream of.
“Tell me what to do.”
She draws in a deep breath, and I instantly feel her retreat.
“No, no, no,” I say, squeezing her a little in my hold. “Don’t let yourself get embarrassed. You said you wanted more. Tell me about that.”
She looks at the vibrator again, and I let one of my arms fall from her waist so I can pick it back up. I hold it in between us.
“You want me to use this?”
She hesitates for a second, then nods.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
She breathes in again, and I can tell there’s something she wants to say on the tip of her tongue. She’s just afraid to say it.
I’m tired of her censoring herself around me. I want her to open up to me, in more ways than one. My voice is hoarse when I try a different tactic.
“Where do you put it when you play with yourself?” I ask, leaning into the shell of her ear. Maybe she’s too nervous to spell it out. Maybe she just needs a little help.
As she considers my question, I realize that we’re still standing. In the bathroom.
Which is possibly the least sexy room in the house. And likely contributing to her nerves a little. It’s hard to be comfortable in a bathroom.
“Hold that thought.” I put a finger against her lips. Her eyes widen in surprise, and my dick twitches again at the perfect, sexy innocence in them.
Fuck. I’m going to hell.
But damn if I won’t enjoy myself on the way down.
“Would you be more comfortable in the bedroom?” She nods against my finger, which is still pressed against her lips. I smile, and lower my hand down to her hip. “Okay, then. That’s a good start. Why don’t we head there?”
“It’s a little messy,” she whispers.
The degree to which I don’t care is impossible to put into words. So I just shake my head. “That’s fine. I’m not going to be looking at the mess.”
“Where will you be looking?” She asks earnestly, and my heart clenches.
This woman.
“Kodi. Do you have any idea just how gorgeous you are? If I’m able to tear my eyes away from you long enough to take off my own shirt, I’ll be lucky.”
Her eyes dart down to my chest and back when I mention my shirt. I grin.
“Would you like me to take my shirt off now?”
“Yes please.” She doesn’t hesitate for a second this time.
I chuckle. “Okay. I can do that.”
I set down the vibrator I’m still holding for some reason, and let go of Kodi’s beautiful curves to remove my shirt. I feel her gaze travel up and down my body as I do, and when I toss my shirt onto the ground, her eyes freeze on the tent still straining in my jeans.
“What about…those?” She asks, pointing at them.
“You want me buck-ass naked while you’re still fully clothed? Is this becoming a pattern?” I cock my head at her. She blushes. Again.
Fuck. She’s killing me.
“You haven’t seen me yet.” She crosses her arms over her chest. I wait for her to continue.
Oh, but I want to, baby girl.
I’m not about to force her into anything she doesn’t want to do. Even though I want nothing more in this moment than to see every perfect inch of her—if she wants to take her time getting comfortable with my body before she lets me see hers, that’s okay. She’s right. She’s seen me naked already.
Not on purpose, but…
I undo my belt buckle. Her back straightens.
“Can–can I?” She asks, placing her fingers gingerly on my waistband.
Fuuuck. “Yeah.”
She undoes the button, pulling the fabric towards her to relieve the pressure on the zipper while she slowly tugs down. Jesus. I clench my teeth and hiss out a breath as she slides the fabric down my legs, sinking to her knees, only to return her fingers to my waist to repeat the same step with my boxer briefs.
I grab her wrist. “I’m going to warn you. I’m really fucking hard right now.”
“I can see that,” she deadpans, and her sassy tone is such a 180 from the nervous, innocent one she was just using that I want to spank her.
My cock jumps at the thought. She jerks in surprise, and I laugh out loud.
“What was that?”
“That?” I say, still laughing. “That was me thinking about spanking you for your smart mouth.”
Her cheeks turn scarlet. And then I realize where her head is.
Fuck.
“I’ll show you how smart my mouth is,” she snarls, then rips my boxer briefs down to my ankles and shoves my cock into her mouth.
The soft, wet heat of her tongue wraps around me, and I stumble forward, catching myself on her shoulders. She doesn’t tease me, doesn’t take her time working me up, just goes from dick out to wholly inside her mouth in one excruciating move.
She’s not even trying to be sexy. She’s just going all-in like she does with everything else.
Then her lips close around the base of my shaft and I almost fucking lose it right then and there.
“Christ,” I grunt, and I feel–feel–the giggle bubble up her throat.
She feels so good. So eager. So fucking?—
My balls tighten, and it takes every single ounce of self-control I have to keep myself from erupting right down her pretty little throat. She pops off my dick with a smack.
“Huh,” she says, pursing her lips. I catch my balance, head spinning with the hot and cold. My eyes flutter open and take in her curious expression. “That’s…not what I was expecting.”
“What?” I demand, suddenly self-conscious. “Was it bad?”
“No.” My shoulders relax, and she rises to her feet. “But it was saltier than I thought it would be.”
I hold back a smirk. “Yeah, that checks out.”
“Are all dicks salty?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh, you assume I’m some kind of expert?”
She shrugs, and peers up at me through her eyelashes, smiling. “I mean, you’ve got more experience than I do. Zeke’s a pretty big dick.”
Fair.
Oddly enough, the sound of his name doesn’t even phase me. I’m still reeling from the feeling of Kodi’s hot mouth. I place a hand on her cheek.
“Yeah, they’re pretty salty.”
“Are women salty, too?”
I consider the question. “No…not in the same way.”
“What do women taste like?”
I take a step forward, and she steps back. The fear that was hiding in her face earlier, the nervousness at her lack of experience, is gone now. It’s as if the act of tasting my cock has given her courage. Her eyes are now filled with curiosity and something else…something I’ve seen before in her eyes, I realize.
A challenge.
Just like that, the Kodi I met weeks ago, the one who jumped headfirst into fake relationships and business arrangements, who yes-anded her way into my life, is back. But this isn’t Cornhole Kodi, or let’s-solve-each-other’s-problems Kodi; this is some kind of Kodi 2.0.
Sex Kitten Kodi.
Whereas the woman who opened her front door and let me in tonight was running from something, this one is running towards it. She’s staring at me with a hunger in her eyes, and I’m all too eager to feed her sexual appetite.
“Unique.” I take another step forward, and another, pushing her back. She meets me step for step, and we march ourselves right into her bedroom until I pin her against the foot of her bed. She puts her hands on my chest, digging her nails into the muscle there. I hiss. “Do you want to know what you taste like, Kodi?”
Her eyes flash, and a swallow travels down the line of her slender throat.
“Tell me what to do,” I remind her.
“Take off my pants.”
Finally. “And then?”
“Tell me how I taste.”