Chapter 20 Anna
ANNA
Comfy.
The ride with him was so comfy.
Every time I wrapped my arms around him, I couldn’t quite span him.
Which I loved, weirdly enough. He was so big.
So broad. He reminded me of a wall no one could penetrate.
It made me feel safe, even as we flew down the road with the cool autumn air whipping around us.
My body pressed against his back, and I felt every thick, chiseled muscle.
I felt the scruff of the hair on his back, and it only served to remind me of just how much of a man Brutus was.
I curled my nails against his shirt and felt how juicy this man’s abs were.
There were men who kept themselves lithe, like Doc, and their muscles matched. But Brutus was bulbous everywhere. Big and meaty, and every single part of me wanted to cling to every single part of him. My pussy pounded. I really had to get out of my head.
I wanted to ride everywhere with him, though.
Even if it was just to get some fucking groceries.
I got so lost in the sauce trying not to cream my goddamn panties that I didn’t realize we stopped.
I noticed, slowly but surely, that I didn’t hear the noise of the traffic.
I didn’t hear the noise of my hometown. There weren’t even any other bike engines roaring about, which was a sound my rattled brain had grown used to.
It was quiet.
And it smelled divine.
“Where are we?” I asked as I picked up my head and opened my eyes.
Brutus chuckled. “Why don’t you take a look around, Sleeping Beauty.”
I grumbled as I ripped off my helmet. “I didn’t fall asleep.”
He snickered. “You might as well have. Here, let me help you.”
I was so lost in myself that I didn’t realize he had dismounted. I barely got my eyes open before I felt his helmet slide upward, but the images that were revealed to me left me with my mouth gaping open.
Holy fuck.
We were in a wildflower meadow.
“What in the world?” I asked breathlessly.
I barely registered him moving as he swept his arm out over the view. “Welcome to the northern border of your brother’s territory and ours.”
I just furrowed my brow. “I thought we had a couple of towns in between us?”
“On the south and west side, yes. But you know how the districting of these towns are. They sort of corkscrew into each other instead of being just puzzle-pieced patches of land.”
I just shook my head softly. “I had no idea this even existed.”
“Me neither, until I went exploring one day,” he said as he sat the helmets on the back of his bike. “I come here a lot now, just to think.”
There were flowers of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Pinks and oranges and yellow and blues, all of them doing their last dances in the wind before fall surely claimed them to the next year. I looked up and the sky was as blue as Mom’s eyes.
“Hey, Mom,” I whispered softly.
Suddenly a shadow cloaked me, and my legs parted as Brutus slotted in between them.
“You okay?” he asked, his fingers gripping my chin until my gaze met his.
I nodded softly. “The sky has Mom’s eyes.”
He smiled softly down at me. “Your mother was the one with sky blue eyes, like you and your brother?”
I shook my head softly. “Dad had the sky-blue eyes. Mom’s were color-changing, but whenever she was with Dad, they were always the same color as his.”
“That’s…” He shook his head softly. “That’s beautiful.”
“They were beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
I needed him more at that moment than at any other point in time in my life that I remembered. I never needed someone as much as I needed him at that moment.
“Kiss me,” I whispered softly.
“My pleasure,” he mumbled.
His lips touched against mine, and for a split second, everything was all right. My heart didn’t ache with the emptiness of an orphan and the worries of my lonely life faded away. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding entrance without permission. I didn’t care, though.
I’d give him permission every single day if that’s what he wanted.
“Mmmm, Anna-mine,” he growled down the back of my throat. “You taste lovely. But these aren’t the lips I wish to taste.”
My pussy throbbed so badly it damn near hurt. “Your wish is my command.”
Within moments, I was tilted back on his bike.
I only felt him get down on his knees, I didn’t look.
I was too busy staring up at the sky. The clouds rolled by as Brutus’s lips kissed up the insides of my legs, my thighs delicately slid over his shoulders.
At some point in time, he removed my pants off my legs, but I didn’t care about clocking any of that shit.
All I knew was that my hands buried themselves into his hair when I felt that flattened, thick tongue of his swipe up my slit.
“Fucking hell, you only trim,” he growled as he nuzzled his face against me. “Never shave bare. Fucking love this shit.”
“Oh God,” I groaned out as my nails raked along his scalp.
His tongue got to work, lapping and licking.
His lips puckered around my swollen nub, sucking as I bucked against him.
I wasn’t sure how in the hell his bike stayed up, but it held my weight just fine as I raked my body against his face.
The stubble on his cheeks tickled me in places I never once explored with my fingers.
Whenever it was just me, it was straight to the point.
No muss, no fuss. I wanted to get in and out of there so that I could get on with my day.
If anything, my masturbatory life was nothing more than a bullet point to check off during the days.
I languished how much I clearly missed out on.
“Oh God, Bee. Holy fuck.”
“Mmmm,” he hummed as I heard him drink me down. “Fucking hell, I found my new favorite snack.”
“Shit,” I whimpered out.
My hips stuttered against his face, and his massive hands came up, pinning my hips to his bike.
He reared up a bit, bending my knees toward me and opening up the rest of my crevices to him.
He flattened the whole of this tongue over my pussy, bucking his face in the same rhythm against me that my hips lost.
“Brutus, please!” I cried out to the heavens.
“Come for me, Anna-mine,” he growled. “I need to feel it. Need to feel you soaking me until I can’t—”
“Holy shit!”
My cry was nothing but a choked sound as I spiraled over the edge. My head dangled off the edge of the bike as he gripped me to him, sucking my pulsing clit in between his lips. The world sizzled out of view, until there was nothing but darkness and silver stars bursting in my vision.
I felt a pressure between my legs.
“So tight for me,” he snarled. “You’re in so much trouble, Anna-mine. I’ll take this silk sleeve of yours multiple times a day.”
“Please,” I whimpered as my vision slowly faded back into view.
He grabbed my thighs and pulled me against him until our hips seated together.
“Yes!” I cried out.
“Goddamn it, Anna, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
He gave me no time to breathe. No time to adjust. He slammed into me, our bodies connected, and then he reared back and slammed back in. His bike jolted. My curves jiggled. And as my hands found his forearms, I clung to him, digging my nails into his skin.
“Gonna get those little crescents tattooed everywhere you leave them behind, Anna-mine,” he said, his voice rough like the beast I knew lived within him.
I lost myself to it.
I couldn’t even speak. Couldn’t even keep up with his verbal tit-for-tat.
The electricity that pounded through my veins bubbled into my ears, blocking out all other sounds.
The autumn sun casted a light heat against us before his body hunched over mine, my thighs still tossed over his fucking shoulders.
I almost couldn’t breathe with how much of my weight sat against my chest.
He slid his arm beneath my lower back and lifted my hips a bit.
“Better?” he asked.
I took a gigantic breath. “Fucking hell, you’re big.”
He grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Every time he crooked that grin toward me, my pussy throbbed.
And when I felt it collapse around his intrusion, his lips captured mine.
He sucked on my lower lip, our tongues messily entwining as he ground against me.
Slowly. Deftly. Stroking every single part inside of me that lit me up like a goddamn Christmas tree.
“Bee,” I moaned. “Oh, Bee. Dear God. I need to come. Please, please let me.”
His nose trailed along the side of my face. “You beg so beautifully, Anna-mine. Let me hear it again.”
“Please,” I whined.
I felt his hand slip in between us. “One more time. Just for me. You can do it, I know you can.”
“Ple-e-e-eeeease,” I practically sobbed out.
“Such a good girl for me,” he rumbled as his lips fell to my neck.
He pressed the softest kisses against my pulse point while his fingers strummed my aching clit.
He ground against me until I felt the thick mushroom head of his cock growing dangerously close to that point between pleasure and pain inside of me.
I practically felt him in my goddamn stomach, and now I understood why women always called it ‘getting your guts rearranged.’
It felt like he carved a pathway inside of my body made just for him.
“Oh God,” I groaned as that coil around the base of my spine tightened.
His slow grinding quickly picked up to a rut. “That’s it. Give it to me. Give me what’s mine.”
“I’m yours,” I said without warning.
He captured my earlobe in between his teeth. “Then prove it. Come for me, and tell the world who you belong to.”
His voice was my undoing.
“Brutus!” I choked out as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I heard him growling as the sounds of skin slapping skin picked up the pace.
His fingers traced along my slick nub until I babbled absolute nonsense.
I was only barely aware of how he growled out my name.
I was only barely aware of the birds that took flight from the trees when we fell over the edge together, supported by nothing but the strength of his arms and the strength of his bike.
And when I collapsed, my head dangling over the side of his bike, a soft breeze kicked up, soothing my heated skin.
“Oh, Bee,” I whispered breathlessly.
His face nuzzled between my breasts. “Rest. I’ve got you, Anna-mine.”
I loved how he called me that. I loved how he made my body feel. I loved a lot of things, it seemed, about Big Man Brutus. Including the trouble that put my heart in.
I just wasn’t sure if that meant good trouble or bad trouble.
I only hoped it was the former.