Winning Brynn (Seattle Strikers)

57. Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Twenty-nine

Leo

"You still okay with my friend staying for a few days this week?" Brynn asks, cross-legged on the sofa as she sips from a cup of coffee with her hair thrown into a disheveled heap on her head that still somehow manages to look hot.

It's mid-morning on Saturday, the March sun streaming in through the huge windows and bathing her in gold. Salem is napping, my muscles are aching from a week of hardcore practice and a soccer game, and Brynn is looking at me with a fire in her eyes that flashes with dirty innuendos. Life is good.

"Yeah, it's fine. What day will she be here?"

"She's flying in on Wednesday. She'll take my bed if you don't mind me invading yours?"

"It's not an invasion if I want you there." I steal the cup from her hands, down what's left of it, then put it on the coffee table. Then I climb over her body, caging her in between my arms, and lower myself until we're nose to nose. "Say will be asleep for at least an hour. Whatever could we do with so much time on our hands?"

She shoves me off when I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, laughing as she pulls herself into a sitting position. "As tempting as that is, I've really got to shoot some content today."

"What do you need to do? Can I help?" I look at her with a face like a golden retriever puppy.

She rolls her eyes. "Couple of sponsored items that were sent to me this week. Some feminine products, skincare, that kind of shit. Might shoot a few different outfits so I can schedule posts. Boring stuff, you know."

I tilt my head to one side. "Feminine products? Like tampons?"

"No." She clears her throat, dropping her gaze. "Feminine stuff like, um…vibrators."

"Oh, now I really wanna help."

Tossing a throw pillow at my head, she pushes off the sofa and marches her way down the hallway to my office, me hot on her heels. "You're a pervert, you know that?"

I grin, folding myself into my desk chair. "Only for you, baby."

My stomach flutters as I watch her start setting up the equipment I bought for her, adjusting the camera on the tripod and switching on the box lights. She moves to the center of the white backdrop to take a test photo then returns to the camera, frowns, and adjusts something again.

She's focused solely on her task, and I'm focused solely on her.

I breathe in everything she does. The little lines on her forehead that appear when she's concentrating, the expert flick of her fingers over the camera, the way she shapes her body when she's taking a photograph. When she sets the camera to video and begins talking about a vitamin C cream that supposedly reduces red patches, I watch it all with an open mouth, awestruck by her confidence and natural, easy humor.

It's incredibly sexy to watch someone you like doing the thing they're good at. And I can't believe I ever looked down on what she does for a living. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. She does what she loves. I can see it in how she moves and smiles and twirls in fifty thousand different outfits.

It makes my dick hard.

Fuck, everything about this woman makes my dick hard.

But especially when she's happy.

After changing into a silk night set the color of champagne, she pulls a curved purple piece of plastic out of a box, winking at me as she starts to film. Fucking minx. She knows what she's doing, and she hasn't even started talking about it yet. She doesn't even need to try to make me hot for her. I'm in a perpetual state of arousal whenever she's in my vicinity.

Leaning back in my chair, I readjust my junk and watch her through hooded eyes.

Holding the vibrator to the camera, she flicks it on and lets it buzz in her hand for a few seconds. Then she lifts a finger to her lips and leans forward slightly, her silk camisole inching down her chest to expose the mouth-watering swells of the tops of her breasts. "Girls, I have a secret."

Jesus.

I bite down on my fist.

"The best way to get over a man is to get under a battery-powered boyfriend." She lets loose a sultry little laugh. "Or maybe you've still got your man, but he doesn't know how to get you there." She taps a slender finger to her chin and pauses. "Or maybe he can get you there, but this can do it better. Why have one orgasm when you can have five, am I right?"

I almost snort.

I don't need a fucking piece of vibrating plastic to make her come five times.

Her eyes flick over to me briefly before she licks her lips and says, "Whoever it is you're with, I promise you, this little thing right here can do things to you that he never could."

She's challenging me.

I know she is.

She's trying to get a rise out of me, and god fucking damn it, but it's working.

I have her naked and on my desk before she even has a chance to turn off the camera. "Well, this feels familiar," she teases, wrapping her bare legs around my waist as I bring my hand to her throat.

"Are you trying to bruise my ego, baby?"

She smirks, pink-painted fingernails cutting crescent moons into the wood of my desk. "I'm not sure that's even possible."

"You're probably right." I flash her a wolfish smile. "Five orgasms, you say? I didn't realize you were so greedy."

I don't give her a chance to answer before I have her clit between my lips and two fingers shoved inside her perfect little pussy as she whimpers through her first two orgasms. Then I'm throwing her over my shoulder fireman-style and carrying her through to my bedroom.

Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I tell her, "We have about twenty minutes until Say wakes up. It'll be tight, but I reckon I can drag three more orgasms out of you. What do you think?"

I smirk when she scrambles to reply, her eyes already dazed, her mind already hazy from pleasure. Between her spread legs, her clit piercing sparkles in the late-morning light. I can't help but dive straight back for it—damn thing drives me fucking crazy—wrapping my lips around it and flicking it with my tongue.

"Fuck, Leo," she whimpers.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping across my scalp as she arches into my mouth. Her hips roll against my tongue, forceful and assertive, like she's still fighting for the power I've already handed over to her.

Doesn't she know already? She has me wrapped around her little fucking finger, and I'd spend every day of my life worshiping on my knees for her if she wanted me to.

"God, oh God , " she moans. "I need you inside me."

I ignore her. Reaching my hand up her body, I palm her tits and tug on her nipples. She keens, clawing at the crumpled sheets around her, her thighs clamping around my head like a vise. I lick and suck and bite and tug until she has no choice but to spiral into another orgasm, her body trembling, her breathing ragged and short.

All the while, I keep my eyes trained on her face. I can't stop fucking looking at her. I haven't been able to stop looking at her since the night we had pizza at Alex's apartment and he had the brilliant idea of asking her to be Salem's nanny. Even before then, when I'd see her briefly at the occasional soccer game, I found it hard to look away.

She has a mesmerizing kind of beauty. The kind that can't be ignored or resisted, no matter how hard you try. She's a siren, devastating to look at and fatal to the heart.

Her body relaxes, sinking heavy into the mattress. A soft, stupefied smile curves her pink lips as her lashes flutter lazily on top of her cheeks. "Maybe I shot too high with five," she mumbles, stroking her hand down my face.

I lean into her touch, my cheek tingling in the comfort of her palm. This woman fucking wrecks me. Her touch is both gasoline and a warm blanket. It ignites a fire inside of me that has only ever burned this ferociously for her, yet it also feels like putting on slippers when your feet are cold. Her touch is dangerous and inflammable. But it's also safe, and it feels like home.

"Nah." I shake my head. "You can never shoot too high with me."

She rolls over onto her front, reaching into my bedside table and pulling out a condom that she wiggles at me between her fingers. "We better get started on those other two, then," she teases, peering at me over her shoulder. "Unless you don’t think you’re up to it? I have no problem grabbing the vibrator to finish the job."

Shaking my head, I tear the foil packet with my teeth and roll the condom down my length. "Oh, you're asking for it now."

Curling my fingers around her waist, I wrench her onto all fours and power into her from behind. She jerks, and I can already feel her cunt twitching around my cock. I've never been with a woman so responsive before. Every graze of my fingers over her skin causes her to tremble, every thrust inside of her makes her moan incomprehensibly.

Maybe her body is just particularly sensitive. Or maybe it's that, when we're together, we burn like iridescent starlight. She's the fuse to my nitroglycerin, the flame to my petroleum. We're fireworks, explosive and unstoppable.

She curls in my hands, her back arching as her head falls to the mattress. I grip her hips roughly, my fingers digging so deeply into her skin that I'll probably leave bruises. But fuck it. I want my marks all over her body, like hers are all over my soul.

"Jesus, Leo, I'm gonna come again."

Picking up speed, I thrust harder into her. The sound of my balls slapping against her skin echoes around the room, mixing with the symphony of her sweet little whimpers and my deep, rumbling moans.

She sucks in a breath, then another, before her body seizes. She's paralyzed for a moment, lost to the wave cresting inside of her, and then she cries out, her legs shaking as I continue to wring out every last drop of pleasure she has left.

I don't stop, even when she sags back into the sheets. I'm relentless. Unhinged and dizzy with the sensation of having her perfect pussy wrapped around me like it's welcoming me home.

"I don't know if I can take anymore," she whines, though her body says differently. She's still pushing herself back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

"Oh, baby. Are you tapping out?" I chuckle darkly, twisting her long chestnut hair around my fist and pulling so her head is forced backward and she's looking at me upside down.

She growls at me. Literally growls. Her eyes turn to slits, even as her mouth parts and another moan slips past her lips. "No."

"Attagirl."

Withdrawing, I slam into her again. Then again and again and again, until we're both cursing and sweat rolls down my back. Bending to meet her lips, I shove my tongue inside her mouth in a sloppy, dirty kiss. She sucks my tongue then savagely bites my bottom lip, always fighting for power, even when she's bent in half and at the mercy of my every whim.

She watches me with curiosity as I break our kiss and slip my thumb into her mouth. "Suck."

She does, even with defiance glaring in her eyes. Dragging her teeth over the pad of my thumb, she wraps her lips around it, sucking the way she does my dick.

"Good girl." I pop it out then trace the sultry curve of her spine until I'm running it between the globes of her butt.

She shifts beneath me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna plug this tight little hole with my thumb while I fuck you." Studying her expression to make sure she's comfortable, I slowly press it inside. I'm gentle and cautious as I push through the ring of muscle, not wanting to hurt her, only intensify her pleasure.

She tenses momentarily then sobs a long, deep whine. "Oh, shit."

With her hair in my fist and my thumb in her ass, I fuck her with everything I have. Flames course through my veins, igniting every nerve ending and synapse. "Look at you, stuffed full of me. My cock stretching your cunt and my thumb in your ass. You fucking love this, don't you?"

My hips snap faster and faster as I yank on her hair, snarling, "Say it. Tell me you love this as much as I do."

Her eyes roll into the back of her head. "I—I love it."

"Your pretty cunt is making such a mess of my dick. You're gonna come again, aren't you? My perfect little slut."

" Leo !" Her final climax hits her like a freight train, and I just about have the wherewithal to move my hand from her hair to muffle her mouth as she screams furiously into my palm.

My balls start to tighten as the white-hot flickers of an orgasm start to stir inside me. "Fuck, fuck. " I lose control of my rhythm as pure ecstasy washes through me in a forceful tidal wave, white-hot cum spilling inside of her.

"Jesus Christ," she laughs, falling onto her stomach on the bed as I fight for breath on top of her.

Resting my forehead on her back, I wait for my cock to stop twitching before gently sliding out. But I don't want to stop touching her, don't want to lose the feel of her skin against mine, so I pepper her back with tiny kisses until she's giggling and squirming in my bed sheets.

She turns her face toward me, misty-eyed and rosy-cheeked. She's every fantasy I've ever had lying in my bed right now with her just-fucked hair and exhausted, satisfied smile. It makes my heart tumble, another piece of ice that used to surround it melting away.

"I—" I freeze, stopping myself from saying whatever the fuck was about to leave my lips. "I'll grab a cloth."

Returning from the bathroom, I press the cloth between her legs just as my daughter starts stirring in the other room. "I guess Say is awake."

Brynn yawns, stretching her arms out above her. "I don't work Saturdays." She grabs a handful of the comforter and drags it up over her shoulders, snuggling her face into my pillow.

Shaking my head with a chuckle, I brush the hair away from her face and drop my lips to her head. "Sleep, baby. I'll wake you before dinner so you can eat with us."

She mumbles something unintelligible, her eyes already closed. My chest twinges with something I've never experienced before. A heart attack, quite possibly, considering my BPM must be through the roof right now. But even as I go about the afternoon with my daughter, the weird feeling in my heart continues to glow.

A better man might acknowledge it for what it is.

But I am a short-sighted, ignorant idiot. So I don’t.