Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Bren
Honey had listened as I’d rambled about my sex stuff and she’d been absolutely wonderful about it. I’d assumed she would have left and said she never wanted to speak to me again.
But she hadn’t. She’d held me and told me it was okay and said that she wanted similar things as I did. I wasn’t sure how much of that I believed, but the way she looked at me? No one had never looked at me like that before. Ever.
Now we were in my room and she was taking off her clothes and this was happening. It was happening and I was afraid of the inevitable moment when I didn’t come. When I couldn’t come.
She’d said that it didn’t matter, but I couldn’t bear to see disappointment on her face and know that I was the cause of it.
“Where’d you go?” Honey asked, and I realized I’d stopped moving, too lost in my own thoughts.
“Sorry. I was just thinking about—” she put her finger on my lips to stop me.
“Don’t think so much. Don’t worry. You’re here with me and that’s all that matters. This moment right now. Do you want me to take my pants off?”
Normally right about now if I’d been having sex with someone else, I would have taken the reigns and dominated so they wouldn’t know that I wasn’t getting off myself. I’d also faked a time or two so my partner wasn’t disappointed.
I didn’t want to lie with Honey. I didn’t want anything to be fake or artificial between us.
“Yes. I want you to take your pants off,” I said, and she smiled before shimmying out of her jeans. Her bottoms matched her bra and I couldn’t believe this gorgeous creature was in my bedroom with me.
“Fuck, I just want to stare at you for hours, but I also want to see your skin. Nothing could be more beautiful than that.”
“Mmmm, I agree. Which is why I want to see you too.” She pulled at my belt loop. Right. I still had my pants on.
Honey hopped up on the bed and spread her legs, crooking her finger at me.
“Come here, baby.” I did like her calling me that. It gave me a rush of something that felt really damn good.
“Let me see that ass,” she said, shoving her hands between my jeans and my underwear and squeezing my ass cheeks.
“Fuccckkkkkk,” I said, drawing the word out.
“That’s the idea,” she said, and then she licked the side of my neck before biting down gently. A whimpering sound I’d never made before echoed in my throat. She was turning me inside out already.
Honey sucked on my neck the way she’d told me she wanted to and then dragged my earlobe through her teeth before nipping it.
What was I supposed to be doing? My brain had short circuited.
“Pants, babe,” she said. Right. Pants.
Somehow, I struggled my way out of my pants and didn’t fall over in the process. Success.
“You aren’t real,” Honey said, leaning back and using her hands to prop herself up.
“ You aren’t real,” I fired back, stepping between her legs and pressing myself into her body. I stroked my fingers through her hair as she gazed up at me with trust in her eyes.
“I think I should have a safe word too,” I told her.
She nodded. “Okay. Pick something easy you know you’ll remember.”
Thinking about a safe word was difficult with her sitting in front of me looking so delicious, but I latched onto the first thing that came to mind.
“Mel,” I told her. I wasn’t likely to call her that or use it by accident.
“Mel,” she said, stroking my arms. “That’s perfect. And mine is sting.”
“Sting,” I said, committing it to memory.
Honey nodded. “Good. Can I kiss you, Bren?”
She could always kiss me.
“Yes,” I said.
She reached for my face and pulled me toward her body and onto the bed. I crawled atop her as she slid back and rested on my pillows.
“Mmmm, I like the way you feel on top of me,” Honey said between kisses as I ran my hand along her curves, squeezing here and there. I couldn’t wait to fill my hands with her.
“Will you take everything else off for me? Please?” The begging in my voice should have been embarrassing, but it wasn’t. Honey just smiled up at me and put a hand on my chest so she could sit up and undo the clasp of her bra and pull it off. She dropped it onto the floor and then looked down at her bottoms, lifting her hips and wiggling.
“Help me out?”
I was more than happy to.
“Oh, Honey,” I breathed when she was laid out on my bed, fully naked. A feast of warm lightly tanned skin and soft dimples and rolls of goodness I wanted to sink my teeth and fingers into.
“You’re beautiful.” I looked up into her face to find her giving me an unfathomable look.
“You’re beautiful too, Bren,” She reached up and stroked the side of my face and I was momentarily lost in her touch.
“Can I see you?”
Once I’d removed my clothes, we lay next to each other on the bed.
“For someone who said they wanted to ruin me, you’re being awfully sweet,” Honey teased.
“I do want to ruin you, but in a good way. If that makes sense.” My fingers walked across her belly, stopping to dip into her belly button.
“Mmmm, same here.”
I looked into her eyes. “I don’t know if you can.”
Honey’s smile got wider and predatory. “Giving you an orgasm isn’t the only way to ruin you.”
This woman was absolutely going to ruin me.
Honey
Bren had told me about what she wanted, and I’d expected her to claw at me immediately, but she seemed almost shy now that we were both naked. Like all of this was new to her. Something told me it was.
“What do you want, Bren?” I asked her.
She licked her lips. “I want to fuck you with my tongue until you scream and suffocate me between your thighs.”
Well. That was a good way to start. I spread my legs and reached for her.
“Go ahead then.”
Bren hesitated for about half a second and then she was between my legs, pushing them back and nuzzling my pubic hair. I kept things trimmed, but not completely bare, and Bren seemed to like it.
“Bren please ,” I begged as my legs shook. I hooked my hands around my thighs to hold myself as open as I could for her.
She looked up and met my eyes, kissing the inside of one of my thighs.
“ Bren ,” I gasped.
“Keep saying my name, Honey Bea. I’m going to make you scream it.”
I was about to tell her that she was awfully confident, but then she put her mouth on me and I discovered that she had every reason to be confident.
Bren Hendrix was a master at eating pussy. Her hands dug into my legs as she twirled and thrust and licked with her tongue, alternating between barely touching me, to fucking it inside me, to painting every inch of my clit up and down and all around. Hard pressure, soft pressure, fluttering pressure, she did it all, and she switched it up so much that I could never anticipate what was coming next.
And then she grazed my clit with her teeth in a way that was just on the right side of painful and I did scream her name.
“Oh god, Brennnnn,” I chanted as she continued to assault me, inserting one and then two fingers into my dripping pussy and hammering away at my G-spot as if someone had drawn her a map.
I was halfway through a blinding, body-shaking orgasm before I even knew it had started. Everything in my world coalesced to one point and then exploded outward, shattering me into a million points of light.
Eventually I floated back down to earth, landing heavily in my body, my legs flopping uselessly to the bed.
My skin was tingly and oversensitive and warm.
Gasping, I tilted my head up to look down at Bren, who had propped herself up on her elbows.
“Told you I could make you scream,” she said, winking. Her face glistened and I reached for her. Or I tried to, with heavy arms that fell back to the bed.
“Come here, now,” I said, my tone not as commanding as I would have liked.
Bren chuckled and slithered up my body, pressing her hips against mine.
“You telling me what to do?” she asked.
I found the strength to grab the back of her neck. “Yes.” I kissed her deeply, driving my tongue into her mouth before licking her chin.
“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” she said as I tipped her face up and suckled on her neck.
“Mmmm,” I said, busy sucking and biting. Her neck was going to look incredible when I was done with her.
“Don’t forget these,” she said, holding up her hand that glistened. I opened my mouth and she pushed two fingers inside. I wrapped my tongue around them before she slowly started fucking my mouth with her fingers, making my pussy pulse and need attention again.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Bren said as I looked up at her through my lashes as she thrust her fingers into my mouth.
I smiled and her fingers left my lips with a pop.
“I think I’ll make you come just with these now,” she said, wiggling her hand in front of my face. “I wonder how many you can take.”
I moaned and she just smiled. “Let’s find out.”
The answer was four.