30. Bella
Chapter 30
Bella
W hen I walk over to Braden’s apartment door, butterflies swarm my tummy.
I glance down at the vibrator in my hand. A giddy grin splits my face. My pussy aches.
I haven’t seen Braden in five days since he’s been traveling with the Bashers. I think about our naughty FaceTime session together, how insanely hot it was, and how we’ve been exchanging dirty texts and photos while he’s been away.
How the anticipation of being together has been building and building. How I’m aching to be with him.
I knock on his door. Seconds later, he answers.
The second he sees me, his eyes light up. The corner of his mouth hooks up. My tummy flips at his sexy half-smile.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
Before I can say hello back to him, he grabs me by the waist with his massive hand and pulls me inside. I press up against him and he crashes his mouth against mine.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he growls against my lips. He swoops his tongue in my mouth and lets out a rough noise. His grip on my waist tightens.
My clit pulses. He sounds so hungry, so greedy for my mouth and lips and tongue.
I tug a hand through his hair and pull hard. He smiles against my mouth.
“Did you miss me too, pretty girl?” he growls softly.
I whimper, “Yes.”
We stay standing in his open doorway kissing for what feels like minutes. When he breaks the kiss to close the door, he glances down at the toy in my hand.
A wicked grin pulls at his lips. “You brought your vibrator. Good girl.”
My clit pulses even harder. He leans down and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and slink my arms around his neck to steady myself.
We kiss as he walks us to his bedroom. He sets me on the bed and stands in front of me. Then he leans down and takes my vibrator from my hand.
He holds it up, his gazes bright and wild as he looks at it. His eyes cut to me. “Take off your clothes,” he growls.
I sit up and kick off my shoes, then pull off my top and jeans, leaving me in just a red lace bra and thong.
His eyes widen the slightest bit as his gaze rakes over my tits, then my lower half.
He tugs his free hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
I grin. “You seemed to like the thong I was wearing when we FaceTimed the other night. I thought you might like to see it up close.”
I glance down at the gray sweatpants he’s wearing. There’s the unmistakable bulge of his erection between his legs .
I feel my head swell the slightest bit with pride. Just the sight of me gets him hard.
Braden drops to his knees, sets the vibrator on the bed, then gently circles his hand around my ankles. He drags me closer to the edge of the bed.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him as he reaches behind his neck and pulls off the t-shirt he’s wearing. I stare as the muscles in his chest and arms and abs ripple with the movement. God. He’s so fucking hot.
He places his hand between my legs, gently pressing his palm against my pussy.
My head falls back and I gasp at the pleasure that instantly shoots through my body.
“I’ve been craving you for days, pretty girl.”
He runs his thumb over my clit in gentle circles. I let out a shaky breath. When I lean my head up to look at him, he’s gazing at my pussy with a fiery look in his eyes. His chest heaves.
“This is pretty,” he murmurs.
“You like red lace?”
He nods. After a moment, he stops moving his thumb, then pulls aside the fabric of my thong. He lowers his face to my pussy and swipes his tongue over my clit. I gasp.
He groans. “Fuck, you taste good.”
Tingles spread through my chest at the eagerness in his voice.
He runs his hot, warm tongue up and down my slit. My inner thigh muscles twitch. I’m panting. This feels so, so good.
After a minute, he stops and pulls back, then grabs my vibrator. He flips it on. A soft buzzing noise fills the room. His eyes are fiery and his smile is devilish as he stares at the hot pink toy. His gaze cuts to me. He lowers the vibrator to my clit.
My mouth falls open as I gasp, the pleasure amping up instantly.
“You like that, pretty girl?” he rasps.
I nod.
He shakes his head, a wicked look in his blue eyes. “Use your words.”
I let out a frustrated sound at his bossy tone. It drives me crazy when he tells me what to do in bed. “I like it. It feels…oh my god, it feels so good.”
He grins, then lowers his head between my legs. “You ready for my mouth, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I whine.
The second I feel his tongue on my clit, my eyes roll back. Holy god. I’ve never felt anything like this. The combination of his soft, wet tongue on my clit at the same time that he’s using my vibrator on me turns my brain to mush. The pleasure is kicked up to a thousand.
I fall back against the bed. My legs start to shake as Braden flicks his tongue faster. He kicks up the speed of the vibrator and I start to scream, it feels so insanely good.
Heat simmers between my legs, seeping up my chest. I’m panting, gripping my fists through the sheets. I need to hang on to something. I know this orgasm is going to wreck me.
Braden slowly slides a finger into my pussy. I whimper at how full I feel, at how my body and brain are overstimulated with pleasure.
“More,” I whimper.
A low growl rips from Braden’s throat. He slides another finger into my pussy .
Orgasm crashes through me. My eyes roll back and I thrash against the bed. I’m screaming so hard that my throat starts to ache.
Braden doesn’t let up though. He flicks his tongue in that steady rhythm while keeping the vibrator pressed to my clit, pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy the whole time.
It’s all too much but in the hottest way. My brain and body are overloaded by the sensations. I can’t formulate a single thought other than how good this feels.
Waves of pleasure crash through my body. I don’t know how long I come for, but it feels like minutes.
When I start to hit that too-sensitive point, I push his face away. He leans back and slides his fingers out, but he keeps the vibrator pressed against my clit.
I blink up at him. “What are you…” I trail off as that too-sensitive feeling fades. The pleasure resurfaces. I start to whimper.
Braden runs his tongue along his bottom lip, flashing that cocky smile as he gazes at me. Then he flips me over so I’m on my stomach. The vibrator is sandwiched between my body and the bed, and it kicks up the intensity of the sensation.
He squeezes my ass cheek in his hand while he lets out a feral noise. Then he spreads my cheeks and pulls aside my thong before gently running his thumb over my asshole. Goosebumps fly across my body at the thought of what he’s about to do.
“I’m dying to taste you here, pretty girl.”
“Do it,” I whine before moaning into the bed.
A second later, his soft tongue laps at my asshole. I gasp, surprised at how good it feels. The softness of his mouth combined with the vibrations from my toy is too much, but I love it. I’m wild with pleasure. This is so naughty and so hot…
“Has anyone tasted you here?” he rasps.
“No,” I whimper.
He groans as he works his tongue between my cheeks. “So I’m the first one to have your ass, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I sob.
He gives my ass cheeks a rough squeeze with his hands, spreading them apart even more. His tongue works faster and harder against my asshole.
I scream into the bed, the pleasure in my pussy and ass amping up.
A few seconds pass before he pulls away, then he gently bites my asscheek. “This ass is all mine.”
“It’s yours, Braden. All yours.”
He kisses the spot he bit gently. “Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me, Bella.”
My chest tingles at the rawness in his voice. He sounds so turned on and stripped down at the same time, and it’s turning me on like crazy.
He goes back to tonguing my asshole. It’s not long before I’m coming hard again, clawing at the bedsheets and shouting into the mattress.
My second orgasm hits me like a freight train. Every movement is uncontrolled and wild. I’m so turned on, I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything other than scream and moan and thrash.
When I start to come down, I reach behind me and push Braden’s face away.
He leans away, chuckling softly. Then I feel him gently grip my hips and flip me over on my back. He turns off the vibrator and leans over me, leading me in a soft, teasing kiss. It’s so tender and so gentle that I can barely take it.
My chest squeezes when I look up at him in disbelief. He’s so filthy and so sweet at the same time.
And I already know I want more of him.
I bite my lip as I gaze up at him. “Will you throat fuck me now?”