Cerys Chapter 4
It was hard to believe it had only been three weeks since Brax had told me about his desire to date me, and we’d begun this crazy journey. Besides the fact he wanted to date me, what astonished me was how often we communicated. Even though we couldn’t see each other daily, we texted and sometimes called each other more than once a day. And it wasn’t me doing all the talking. He’d been the one to start it.
There were a few instances where he came into the ER on official business, or so he said. We found something to do for at least part of the day on our mutual days off. It was nothing fancy, but I enjoyed it. There were more rides on his bike as he familiarized me again with Needles and the surrounding country. I loved those.
All those times and even sitting alone at his place or mine when Twyla was out were terrific. The only thing that wasn’t was my constant battle with my desire. He made me continuously ache and burn for him. We kissed, and there was mild touching, but I wanted more. Way more. I wanted to strip naked and explore each other until we brought ourselves to completion. And for me to be like this after dating only a few weeks was insane. It wasn’t me. For God’s sake, I’ve wanted to do it since our first date.
It was so bad that I found myself zoning out on him tonight. We’d gone to dinner, then returned to his place to relax. Both of us had hard work weeks. We were watching a movie, but I couldn’t concentrate. I thought I was hiding it well until he paused the movie and turned to me. We were on the couch.
“Cerys, what the hell is wrong? You’re restless and zoned out. Do you want to go home?” I heard what I thought was disappointment. I quickly denied it.
“No, God, no, I don’t want to go home. I’m sorry. Please, we can go back to the movie. I’ll settle.”
“No, not until you tell me what’s bothering you. Surely, you know you can talk to me. What’s bugging you? Did I do something to upset you?”
Shit, I was making this great guy question himself. Taking a deep breath and steeling myself, I told him the truth. I prayed he wouldn’t think less of me. I couldn’t meet his gaze, though.
“It’s nothing you’ve done. It’s…God, this is embarrassing. Please don’t think I’m awful,” I paused.
“Cerys, I could never think that. Just tell me.” He scooted closer and took my hand. His thumb was soothingly rubbing the back of it.
“I seem unable to suppress my desires when I’m around you. I’ve been distracted by them. Maybe it would be best if I went home. We’ll try this another time.”
I went to stand, but he took me into his arms. His hand lifted my chin, so I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. They were blazing.
“You’re not going anywhere. Do you want me to take care of that fire you’re battling? All you have to do is say yes, Cerys. I’ve been waiting for you to tell me you’re ready. I fucking burn for you day and night. Tell me you’re ready for me to take you to my bed,” he said gruffly.
My mouth was dry as I whispered, “Take me to your bed, Brax. I want you.”
The next thing I knew, I was in his arms, and he was headed for his bedroom. I knew where it was. I’d been given a tour the first time I was here. He kicked the door shut and lowered me to my feet beside the bed. Suddenly, I felt awkward.
“I want to undress you. May I?” he asked. I nodded.
“Thank you. First, let me get rid of mine,” he said.
Brax stepped further away, and I stood transfixed as he stripped. The first to go was his T-shirt. I moaned when I saw his naked chest. It was bulging muscles, dark, lickable skin, and tattoos like he had on his arms. I had to hold myself back from touching them. Next, he unbuttoned and unzipped his denim jeans. He’d changed into them when we got to the house. He had no shoes or socks to deal with. Brax’s eyes never left mine as he shoved them to his feet and stepped free of them. This left him in a pair of tight black briefs, which did nothing to hide his erection. It strained against the fabric. I gasped. He looked huge.
What else was huge were the muscles in his thighs and calves. Good God, he was a perfect specimen. My desire shot higher. My nipples were hard, my breasts tingling, My pussy was wet, and I ached low in my pelvis. He stalked closer.
“Your turn. If you want me to stop or I do something you don’t like, tell me.”
“Okay,” I said shakily.
My lack of experience was starting to scare me. What if he expected me to do things I hadn’t before? Or what if I did something and he hated it, or I was awful at it? Panic was building when he reached out and lifted my tank top off. Automatically, I crossed my arms over my bra-clad chest. He gently lowered them.
“Don’t cover yourself, Cerys. You’re so beautiful. It’s a crime to deny me the vision of you,” he whispered.
I kept them down, though it was a fight. I thought he’d remove my bra, but instead, Brax took off my shorts next, leaving me in my panties.
He ran his fingers over the skin of my arms, upper chest, stomach, and thighs. He groaned. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking soft, and I love how my skin looks against yours. Can I remove the rest? God, please say you haven’t changed your mind,” he moaned.
Seeing how I affected him gave me courage. I smiled at him. “No, I haven’t changed it. However, tell me if I do something wrong or if you want something. I’m not all that experienced. You’ll have to teach me,” I confessed.
He growled, and then, like magic, my bra was gone. His hands cupped both tits, and he kneaded them, then plucked my nipples. I moaned. Next, he was sucking one nipple while playing with the other. I gripped the back of his head and held him there as my legs got weak. I have no idea how long he did that before he pulled away. I wanted to protest, but he slid his thumbs under both sides of my panties.
His hot gaze seared into me as he slid them down and let them drop. I stepped free of them. Suddenly, he was on his knees, My thighs were pushed apart, and he was staring at my pussy. I flushed red.
A soft touch parted the lips of my pussy. I shivered. I thought I heard him inhale, and then a growling sound came out of him right before his mouth touched me. I whimpered as he licked, sucked, and stroked my core. He paid attention to my folds and clit. His touch grew bolder and more intense as he pushed me toward an orgasm. I clutched his head harder, and my legs shook.
A hand came up to grip my ass and knead my cheek. At the same time, a finger slid inside of me. I cried out. This signaled him to increase his pace and intensity. More fingers entered my pussy and rubbed over a spot that shot me to the peak. I held there for several seconds before tumbling into bliss. I screamed as I came. My legs tried to give out, but Brax held me up and kept eating me. I felt faint when he finally eased away. He placed a kiss on my mound and then stood.
I saw the glisten of my cream on his beard right before he kissed me. I could smell and taste myself. It was a new experience for me. I found I didn’t mind it. I eagerly returned his kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth. He held me close with both hands kneading my ass. When he finally moved away, I was back to tingling.
“You taste like ambrosia, Astéri mou . I could eat you day and night.”
I blushed, which made him smirk. Wanting to say something, I asked, “What does astéri mou mean?”
“I’m Greek, and it means my star. You’re bright like one, leading me somewhere I’ve never been. Is it alright to call you that?”
“Yes. I love it. I’ll have to come up with one for you. And in case you didn’t notice, I loved what you did.”
Being bold, I reached between us to rub my hand up and down his bulge. He shuddered. I sank to my knees. When I was face-to-face with him, I gripped the waistband of his briefs and, looking up at him, staring down at me, I lowered them. I didn’t look until he was free of them. When I saw what he was packing, I gulped. In my opinion, he was bigger than his bulge indicated.
His cock was standing out. It was thicker than my wrist, long and gently curved. Veins ran the length, and the head was covered in precum. His balls hung large below. I caressed them, then encircled the base of his cock. My fingers didn’t touch. I gave an experimental tug. His moan told me he liked it, so I kept going. I kissed then licked his balls. As I stroked him, I licked and nibbled up his length on both sides until I reached the head.
There, I flicked my tongue around it, gathering his precum. I hummed when I tasted him. It was slightly salty and tangy. Taking the plunge, I engulfed the head and sucked hard. He let a rumbling growl loose. I got lost in pleasuring him. I pumped, licked, sucked, and even used my teeth lightly to see if he objected. He didn’t. All Brax did was grip my hair and press me closer. I took him deep, to the point I gagged, but I kept trying to take more of him.
Abruptly, he withdrew. I looked up in concern. Had I done something wrong? He grabbed me under the arms, lifted me, and softly tossed me on the bed.
“No more. I fucking need inside of you,” he snarled.
My legs were tugged open. Brax got on the bed and probed my entrance a second before he pushed inside. I was so desperate for him that I tried to impale myself. He stopped me.
“You’re tight, astéri mou . I don’t want to hurt you.”
It burned from how much he stretched me, but I liked it. Pleasure flittered just out of reach. He was making short thrusts, back and forth, advancing himself. Growing impatient, eventually, I hooked my legs around his ass and thrust toward him. It drove his cock to hit my cervix. I moaned loudly. Christ! I was so full.
“Damn it, Cerys. Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m good. I’m sorry, but I can’t wait. Please, Brax, do it,” I panted.
“Do what? This?” he asked as he moved back until just the head of his cock was still inside, then he thrust hard, driving it deep. I cried out. Tingles were bursting throughout my body.
Brax gripped my hips, lifted them, and then began to pound in and out of me. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t hurt me. I found that I liked how he was taking me. The head of his cock kept hitting my G-spot. He leaned over me, causing his pelvis to rub over my clit. I moaned louder.
When he slid a hand off my ass to tease my clit, I lost it. I came hard and loudly. Brax never stopped thrusting, but to my surprise, he didn’t come, too. He was panting hard, though. His eyes bored into mine.
“I’ve never felt anything close to this good. You’re fucking amazing, Cerys. Hot, slick, and so tight. I need you to come for me again, astéri mou . Squeeze that cum out of me. I’m close,” he muttered.
Wanting him to, I moved to meet each of his thrusts, making them harder. To increase his desire, I contracted around him, causing him to moan and mutter, “Again.” I kept it up, then ran my hands down his chest to his nipples. I teased them as I kept squeezing him and riding his glorious cock. Another orgasm was racing toward me. I sped up.
“I’m so close,” I told him hoarsely.
He grunted back as he lowered his head, bit my nipple, and pinched my clit. I lost it and came. I wailed his name as I flooded him in my cum. Brax let go of my nipple and bellowed my name, “Cerys!” as his hips stuttered, and he came.
We both kept coming and coming. I was limp by the time we each stopped, and Brax slumped over me. Even then, he made sure not to crush me. Soft kisses were scattered all over my face before he captured my lips and kissed me deeply.
When he was done, he lifted his head. He gave me a tender smile. “ Astéri mou , that was indescribable. I’ve never come that hard, I don’t think. You know what you’ve done, don’t you?”
“No, what?”
“Made me addicted to you. You’ll never get away now.”
His words should have frightened me, but instead, they comforted me. “Good. I don’t want you to leave.”
“I like hearing that.”
He lifted up and then slowly withdrew. I shivered and hated the loss of him. As he lay beside me, I felt his cum escaping. That’s when it hit me. We hadn’t used a condom. I sat up and gasped. He raised himself.
“What’s wrong?” he asked all concerned.
“We didn’t use a condom! Oh my God, what’s wrong with me? I’m a nurse. I know better.”
“I take it you’re not on birth control,” he said calmly.
“No, I’m not. There wasn’t a reason to be. I’m an idiot.” I went to stand, but he held me back. “Brax, I have to go. I need to—.”
“You need to calm down. You’re getting upset for no reason. I’m clean, and I know you are.”
“But I can still get pregnant!”
He shook his head. He almost looked disappointed when he said, “No, you can’t. I’m not able to get you pregnant, Cerys. We have nothing to worry about. I promise.”
Instantly, I went from panicked to heartbroken. The idea he would never be a father saddened me. I leaned toward him, kissed him, and said, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s the way it is. So see, no need to worry. Why don’t we shower and get cleaned up for the next round?” he winked.
I giggled as he swept me off the bed and toward the bathroom. I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to be with him. I was an idiot.