16. In the Heat of the Fight
Chapter sixteen
In the Heat of the Fight
Brody
There might as well be no one left in this building. In the world. The way she gazes up at me, so much wanting in her eyes, everything else melts away. To be sure, I check that the sliding door to my office balcony is shut before leaning in.
She retreats, pressing her back against the railing. “What are you doing?”
It’s a rhetorical question, nerves, maybe. But the quickening of her breath, the way her eyes dart down to my mouth and back up, tells me she knows exactly what I’m doing.
I grip her wrists, lifting them to the rail, her body going pliant beneath my touch. My knee between her legs. Her fingers clutch the railing, back arching as her breasts strain against her shirt.
“You need an explanation?” I rasp, my voice low and thick.
I can feel the warmth from her core through the fabric of my pants where I’m wedged between her legs, holding her in place.
She squirms, not because she wants to move, but to increase the friction in that very spot, her body searching for more.
I crack a wry smile when the slightest sigh escapes her lips, the sound like a sweet, desperate plea that only drives me further .
“Brody…”
“Are we going to finish what we started, or are you going to run off again?” My brow quirks in challenge as I study her closely, savoring the tension in her eyes.
Chloe lifts her chin by the smallest degree. Anyone else would’ve missed it, but not me. That tiny gesture screams her intent, and I dip my head, dragging my tongue slowly along her top lip. A slight flick at the end coaxes a shaky, drawn-out moan. There’s no way she’s running off this time.
I linger over her mouth, her warm breath making my lips tingle. But I won’t kiss her yet. Not until she admits I’m not the only one wanting this…
“Answer me.” I push hard with my thigh, lifting her onto her tiptoes, pressing her harder against the railing. “Do you want to finish?”
She rolls her hips, grinding harder against me, her body responding to my challenge.
I remember how she felt, her body teasing me beneath the layers of clothing, and it’s enough to send a shock of arousal pulsing through my cock, pulsing with the need to be inside her.
I love teasing her—but fuck me , it takes every ounce of control to hold back.
She has no idea what she does to me.
“What if someone finds us out here?” she asks, her voice soft, but the underlying heat is clear.
Instead of pushing me away, her fingers are on the clasps of her overalls, quickly unsnapping them.
That tells me all I need to know.
A chuckle rumbles from deep in my chest as I help pull her overalls down, watching them pool around her ankles like a heap of temptation.
“Then we’ll give them something to write home about, I guess.”
I drop to one knee, my hands gliding up her tanned calves, stopping when I reach the tender flesh behind her knees. The urge to kiss her skin hits me hard.
So, I do that.
She shivers the moment I make contact with her skin, the tremor running through her, turning me on more.
I nip and suck, trailing hot, wet kisses up her inner thigh. As I get closer, a soft breeze carries the scent of pine and wildflowers, blending with the intoxicating musk of her pussy.
My mouth waters, my cock so fucking hard for her. Every inch of me aches for more. I don’t care if the whole town shows up. Shit, the entire state could crowd in, and it wouldn’t stop me. Nothing’s stopping me from getting what I’ve been craving.
“Brody, wait…”
She makes no move to stop me, her body surrendering as I pull her underwear down.
The sight of her stepping out of them only fuels my desire, the fire inside me growing more urgent.
I lift her leg over my shoulder, bringing my mouth to her exposed pussy, her wetness greeting me like the sweetest invitation.
The afternoon sun glows on the soft fuzz between her legs, the juices glistening on her swollen clit. Everything else fades away. My mind locks on one thing: tasting her.
My lips press against her with a hunger that’s impossible to hold back. She sways into me, grasping the railing for support. I breathe in her addictive scent, my hands gripping her ass cheeks tightly, pulling her closer.
Her back arches, and her breasts push into the air, restrained beneath her shirt, hard nipples demanding attention.
I slide my tongue between her folds, teasing her clit with a rapid flick. Her body jerks with each touch, but I keep the pressure light, just enough to drive her crazy.
The desperate pleas she breathes, with her teeth clenched, are so fucking sexy. Her breasts heave up and down, tempting me from where I’m crouched. “Please…”
The way she begs makes it almost impossible to hold back. She’s too fucking perfect, too tempting. So fucking hot.
My cock aches with need, straining to be buried deep inside her. But not yet.
Pressing harder with my tongue, hunger takes over. Her taste fills my senses, and I swallow it down, greedy for more.
Her thighs tremble, her ass muscles tightening under my grip as she rises on her toes. With a final cry, she lets go of the railing, her hands finding my hair, fingers gripping desperately for something to hold onto.
A low growl rumbles in my chest as I relentlessly lick and suck at her sensitive clit, feeling the needy roll of her hips. She’s so wet and every inch of me is consumed by an insatiable hunger for more.
Her breath ragged, she trembles from the force of our passion. Soon, I’ll claim what’s been building since the lodge, but for now, I savor the taste of her, drunk on this moment of power .
I’m going to make her come so hard she forgets her own name. Then I’m going to fuck her until she does it again.
I dip my tongue inside, and she closes around me with a soft whimper. I match her rhythm, thrusting deep, my nose to caressing her clit while my mouth works its magic. I can feel the way my face grows sticky with her arousal.
Exhilaration pulses through me, as I replace my tongue with two fingers, my other hand caressing her clit. Her juices drip down my wrist, coating the insides of her thighs. She writhes beneath me as I curl my fingers, seeking the spot I know will send her spiraling into a lustful orgasm.
“ Fuuuuck ,” she cries out, her voice cutting through the quiet, drowning out the chorus of birds around us.
Her body thrashes against me, almost breaking free from my grip as she throws her head back in ecstasy. I feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, pulling me deeper inside as a powerful climax rips through her.
Watching her come undone is the biggest fucking turn-on.
I rise, my legs trembling with the weight of my unquenchable thirst for her. Pressing against her, I wedge myself between her thighs, cradling her head with one hand behind her neck. Her gaze locks with mine, darkened with desire.
"That sounded amazing," I whisper hoarsely, struggling to control my own need. "Do you want more?"
Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips before answering. "What do you think?"
Without hesitation, I undo my pants and free my straining erection from my boxers. Palming her drenched pussy, I collect the wetness and stroke my shaft, coating myself. The ache to be inside her intensifies.
“What if someone comes outside?” I guide my tip to her entrance, relishing the small gasp she takes in. “Can you be quiet enough for them not to look up? So they don’t see me fucking you?”
Her hips move, eager to take me, but I grip her neck, holding her back. I shake my head disapprovingly as I lick her neck. “So impatient... that’s not going to get you anywhere.”
She grimaces as the railing digs into her skin, a breathy whine escapes, morphing into a moan as I penetrate her deeply.
I bury my face in her neck, stifling my groans as she clenches around me. A rush of pleasure surges through me, every muscle coiled before I finally melt into her.
Gritting my teeth, I pull out until only the tip of my cock remains inside, relishing the way she tightens around me. Then, with one forceful thrust, I slam back into her, causing the railing to creak under the force.
It was hard to hold back before, but now, it’s nearly impossible.
She’s about to speak, but I buck my hips and silence her with another deep thrust.
I adjust my hold, sliding my arm under one of her thighs, spreading her wide, pinned against the railing. My cock buried deep inside her, I thrust slow and steady. Our skin slaps together with each movement, the sound filling the air, mixing with the rhythm of our bodies.
Sweat beads on my forehead as she struggles to free me from my restraints—my tie and shirt.
A mixture of a moan and sigh escapes me when her fingers fumble with my shirt buttons, shoving it aside without a thought.
I don’t stop fucking her, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Goddamn, she’s beautiful.
The breeze brushes against my damp back, sending electricity down my spine, igniting the desire pooled low in my gut.
“Brody… I’m going to come…” Her breath is sharp, each word a plea, her fingers digging into my back.
Driving into her harder, faster, determined to fuck her over the edge. I watch the emotions shift across her face as I reach for my own release.
Leaning in, I crash my mouth onto hers, swallowing the strained moans with every thrust. We speed up, our tongues battling for control, our bodies slick with sweat, sliding against each other.
When I think we can’t get any closer, Chloe surprises me by tearing off her tank top and pressing my face to her bare chest. The sight of her flushed skin, her stiff nipples, drives me wild. My balls tighten, my thighs tense as I suck one of her taut buds into my mouth.
There’s no holding back now. She trembles violently, hands tangled in my hair as I spill into her, the clenching of her walls dragging my orgasm out as hers takes hold.
Waves crash over us, leaving us breathless and spent. My cock still inside her, tender and softening. I don’t want to let go of her.
Head resting on her shoulder, her face pressed to my neck, I whisper, “Guess we were lucky this time. ”
She laughs softly. “I don’t think we should keep tempting fate with these public…”
“Public what?” I lift my face to look at her, eyebrow arched.
Her eyes search mine, and I can see her struggling for the right word. First, the storage room, then the lodge, and now this… This push and pull is something I can’t ignore.
“Stirling, you here?”
We freeze at the sound of Mason’s voice carrying through the glass doors of my balcony.