19. CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I vy
The door clicks shut, sealing my fate. My heartbeat stutters and my core pulses as I stare at Brody who just stands there, eating me up with his intense gaze.
I’ve never had an issue with my body image, too focused on using my brain to make my way in the world. But right now, I wonder if he likes what he sees. It took me more tries than I care to count to find this sexy position. If he thinks it’s stupid, I’ll be mortified till the end of time.
Breathe, Ivy. Don’t look nervous .
For a moment there I thought he wouldn’t show up. Maybe his friends turning up had knocked some sense into him. Maybe he thought I wasn’t worth it.
But he’s here, assessing me with cold, gray eyes. The only hint that he’s affected by the mood I’m trying to project is the monster cock pushing against his trousers.
“Like what you see?” I purr. Or try to. Hell, if he doesn’t move this second, I’m going to lock myself in the bathroom and cry through the night.
“What do you think?” he growls, his hand going to his length.
I gulp, watching his large palm envelope the thick length through the fabric. He gives it a hard tug, his tongue running over his lower lip.
Pressure builds in my lower belly as I watch him stroke himself. I want to touch myself too but I dare not move and break the intensity of this moment.
He draws closer until his knees meet the bed’s borders.
“Open your legs,” he says.
My heart pumps faster. I do as he asks, my right knee coming up.
He groans, quickly unbuckling his trousers and taking out his cock. Precum drools from the tip, running down his fingers.
A gasp leaves me. I want the pressure of his cock between my legs. I start to close them to get some friction.
“No.” He reaches out. “Keep them open. Wider.”
I moan, holding myself open for his viewing pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” he says.
I bring my fingers to my pussy and run them tentatively over my slit. Maybe it’s because I have an audience, but the light touches shoot sparks through me. My hips lift off the bed and my other hand automatically cups my breast.
“Yes...” he groans. “Play with your nipple. Fondle it.”
I pull at my nipple, then roll it around between my fingers. My other fingers sink between my slick slit and I rub up and down.
“Fuck.” He strokes his cock harder, focusing on the tip. “Good thing you invited me up here.”
“Yeah?” My brain is mush and unable to form cohesive thoughts.
“Yeah.” He rumbles. “I had half a mind to lay you out on the table and fuck you in front of everyone.”
My eyes fly open. “You wouldn’t.”
The bed dips with his weight as he gets on. “What did you say?”
My stomach tightens as he prowls toward me but my mouth has always run faster than my head in the face of danger. “You wouldn’t take me out in the open. Even you are not that bold.”
He kneels over me, cock exposed and dripping onto the sheets. I wish he’d stick it in my mouth but he smirks instead, his eyes moving over me.
“I’m going to punish you for doubting me.” His fingers ghost over my hips and belly.
A sweet rush flutters through me but I manage to keep my composure. “You’re all talk and no action, army boy.”
A genuine smile lights up his eyes, and then quickly melts into something sinister. Fear and excitement skitter along my spine.
I start to pull away but he grabs me and pins my hands over my head. I’m stuck. He kneels between my legs with his member hanging over my pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you some action.” He leans down and kisses me. At first, it’s a delicate brush that lights a spark inside me. Then he kisses me deeper. That spark burns bright, turning into a blaze that heats me from the inside and spreads all over my skin.
I’m well aware of the fact that I’m exposed and bare. Mere inches from his hard cock. With just a single thrust he could be all the way inside me, giving me the completion to the tug-of-war that began when we first met in the lobby. But he takes his sweet time, kissing me into a whiny submission.
My hips lift off the bed, my channel yearning to be filled but he keeps torturing my mouth, playing with my tongue.
“Okay, okay, you win. Just fuck me already,” I plead.
He chuckles darkly. “What? The game hasn’t even started yet.”
I tremble as I watch him lift off of me and take off his shirt. Hard, honed muscles are on full display with tattoos that crisscross his arms. He looks so strong and beastly that my heart bangs faster.
Brody is the type of man that if I give myself to him, I may never recover from it. As he works off his trousers, I spread my legs wider. I want to be ruined for all other men. I don’t know when I became so careless, but now’s not the time to think. I want to feel.
Naked Brody is every woman’s dream, even though she may think differently. My already drenched pussy mines more liquids, getting ready to be fucked hard.
I rise to a seated position and run my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. His pecs are taut and firm. He hisses a sharp sound as the pads of my fingers run over his nipples. Then lower, I feel the tightness of his abs. Underneath the hard tension, there’s a slight tremble.
A smile pulls at my lips. I’m the one that caused that. I’m the one making this powerful, arrogant man feverish with need.
When my fingers close around his cock, his hips surge forward, stroking it through my hands. He fucks himself into my grip a couple of times before growling and pushing me onto my back.
He comes down on me, covering me in his impressive muscles and with his masculine smell. He kisses my neck and cheek as one hand finds my pussy. His fingers part my folds and go straight to my entrance this time.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard everyone will hear you scream.” He breathes against my ear. “And when you think it’s over, I’ll fuck you even harder.”
I buck against his fingers as the imagery he paints in my head combined with the light caresses threaten to make me come. “You can’t.”
Two fingers spear into my heat.
A shocked scream leaves me. I bite my lips to stifle the sound.
“Say that again,” he taunts.
I’m shaking like a leaf in the wind as his fingers stroke in and out of me.
“Tell me what I can’t do.”
A thought forms in my brain. “You can’t fuck me hard until I come.”
He scoffs. “Clever girl.”
His fingers leave my body and the next thing I know, I’m being gifted a velvety, smooth tip. He feeds his cock into me, inch by thick inch.
“You’re so big.” I gasp. I feel like I’m being stretched to my limit but in the most pleasurable way possible.
“I know. But you’re a big girl. You can take it,” he coos softly.
My stomach quivers as he fills me up.
“Breathe, Ivy. Just breathe and relax. I’ve got you.”
I shut my eyes and focus on pulling in deep breaths. His gravelly voice soothes me, encouraging me until I’m pliant and accepting of all he has to give. And it is a lot . Just when I think I can’t take more, he bottoms out. His pelvis is pressed flush against mine and the damp heat of his skin permeates me.
“I did it!” I sigh.
“Yeah, you did. You took my entire cock in your little pussy.”
I hear the smile in his voice so I blink open. Nothing could have prepared me for the impact looking into his eyes would bring. My stomach swoops as the tenderness in his gaze registers.
His lips quirk as he strokes my cheek. “What?”
“Uh...” My brain shuts down. This feels too intimate. “We’ll be leaving soon. Me and Iris.”
I don’t know why I bring up our departure now. Maybe it’s an attempt to detract from the intensity of the moment, of having him deep inside me while my heart spins with a feeling I refuse to name.
“I know,” he says softly, then he pulls out and inserts himself back in. Slowly.
“I would probably have no reason to come this way again,” I pant. I’m so full.
“I know.” He strokes his cock inside my pussy again.
He’s unfazed. Hardly affected while I’m gasping my lungs out.
I can fix that.
“You should fuck me good. Since it’s the only chance you’re going get to prove yourself.”
His lips quirk as if he knows I’m trying to rile him up. “Oh, yeah? And I’m not fucking you good now?” He punctuates his words with a hard thrust.
I swallow a gasp. “Not at all.”
Wrong. Move.
A wild look sneaks into his eyes. My heart races. I’m done for. I’ve pushed him too far. But I’m not one to shy away from consequences. Especially when they come in man-sized packages with a cock that can split me in half.
“I can’t believe I haven’t shut you up yet.” He pulls out, and this time, he slams into me. Hard.
I swallow a scream. “Is that all you got?”
He chuckles and gets upright. He lifts my legs up by the knees. I brace myself but nothing could have prepared me for the strength of his thrust. I’m moved up by inches and I have to grab the headboard to steady myself.
A savage smile lights his eyes up as he continues ramming into me hard. Each thrust feels like I’m being invaded and conquered. Like he has a point to prove.
I need more.
I lift my legs to wrap around his waist and pull him down. He indulges me, lying on top of me and bringing us chest to chest. With his face against mine, I’m treated to the sound and feel of his huffing breath as he exerts himself to bring me pleasure.
He cups my face and takes my lips in a bruising kiss. “Say something smart.”
Only a moan trickles out.
“Thought so.” In one quick move, he flips me over and drags my hips into his lap. He fucks into me so hard the sound of our bodies meeting reverberates around the room. The only sound that rivals it is my shriek.
I scream until my throat is raw and my eyes water. It’s still unable to quell what I’m feeling inside. I’m being taken apart and put back together. I’m possessed, overcome, conquered.
His fingers find my clit and flick it. “Come for me, Ivy. Flood my cock with your cream.”
I come apart on a squeal. Pleasure explodes in my core and travels through my limbs. My body tenses up and all I can do is hold still as he continues ramming into me and lengthening my orgasm.
“Look at that.” His voice is so low and rough it sounds unlike him. “Look at all that cream you’re bathing my cock with.”
He leans over me until my head is pressed against the pillows.
“Dancing your pert ass on my cock.” Indeed I am. I didn’t even realize it. “Trying to milk my cock.”
I moan as he hits a deep, delicious angle.
“Do you want my cum in your pussy? Do you want to drip with my seed?” He fists my hair and twists my face to the side. “Do you?”
“Yes, yes,” I cry.
“Oh, fuck.” His thrusts become faster, deeper, and more disjointed.
And then I feel it. Hot, syrupy cum filling my pussy and coating my walls.
Brody groans above me, his gentle touch on my hips at odds with the rough sounds coming from his lips. Then drained, he collapses beside me and pulls me onto his chest. I tuck my head against his beating heart as drowsiness overcomes me.
I fall asleep with his fingers rubbing my scalp and back.