Chapter 9 #2
“Hey,” I answered on a shaky whisper. My heart raced, and my belly clenched with arousal and anticipation.
Brock lowered his head, and then his mouth was on mine. Full and thick, his kiss consumed me immediately. Electricity hummed between us, tightening my nipples and sending shockwaves of need down my belly before it settled between my thighs.
The kiss quickly became something else, hotter and more intense than the others.
He growled when my tongue danced with his, deeper when my fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer.
I moaned when his hands fell another inch and squeezed my ass, pulling me close until the long, thick ridge of his erection pressed against my belly.
It was a drugging kiss, the kind that erased every kiss that came before it and made it impossible to forget.
I froze and pulled back just far enough to see his handsome face, dark with desire. “This is a bad idea.” My words were short and breathless.
Brock grinned while he nodded. “A really bad idea.”
Relief made my shoulders sag. “Okay. Good.”
“Great,” he shot back, but he didn’t move.
I didn’t move. We stayed there, arms wrapped around each other in the middle of my kitchen, frozen in limbo. “Perfect,” I shot back before silence settled between us. This was a bad idea. It had to be because, hello, my romantic history.
But you want this. Hell yeah, I wanted it. I wanted him. In that moment, I wanted his kisses and whatever came next more than I wanted my next breath. I deserved to live in the moment just this one time, and I would deal with the fallout later.
Maybe.
My hands slid from his silky hair, down his shoulders, and to the thick fabric of his sweater.
I wasn’t sure what I’d do until I caught that glint of disappointment in Brock’s eyes.
He was disappointed because he thought I was pulling away, and that, more than anything, propelled me forward.
I slanted my mouth over his and kissed him like we were the last two people on earth with just twenty-four hours to live.
A small voice in the back of my mind reminded me that men didn’t like a woman who was too forward, but I told that voice to shut the fuck up because Brock was into it.
He groaned and lifted me in his arms to give me better leverage in the kiss. He spun me around and set me on the counter, growling when my legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. He pushed forward and smiled against my mouth when I gasped at the feel of him between my thighs.
“Brock,” I moaned against his lips.
He paused and pulled back to look at me. “If you don’t want,” he began, but I cut him off.
I put my hands on his chest and slid down to his waistband, making sure our gazes were locked. “I want. I want badly, Brock. You. This.”
“Fuck,” he growled and kissed me harder and deeper while his hands flew to my clothes, shredding them until I was laid out on the counter, naked and throbbing while he watched. “Sela, holy fuck.”
Pride swelled at his naked appreciation. “See something you like?”
“Hell yes,” he growled as his fingers danced up and down my thighs before he gripped my knees. “I like this.” He traced one finger along my slit before pressing against my clit. “I like how you’re so wet and swollen for me. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I answered on a gasp when one finger sank into my pussy.
He groaned. “Look at how well she sucks on my finger. My cock is so jealous right now.”
I shivered at his dirty talk, but I couldn’t look away. “He’s invited to the party,” I assured him, just in case there was any doubt.
Brock moved slowly, gripping my knees and spreading my legs wide. “Later. But for now, my mouth is watering for something else.” His breath hit me first, and then his tongue.
My hips bucked up at the first touch, but he held me down and ate me out like I was his last meal.
There was something about the low growls he let out while he devoured me and the inability to move that lit a fire inside of me, because I came faster than I ever had in my life.
“Brock, oh fuck!” He licked me until my body was on fire again.
“You taste so good. I could do that for hours.”
I laughed. “I’d let you,” I promised and sat up with a smile. “But right now, I’m kind of in the mood for something else.”
He reached for his belt buckle, and within seconds, his cock sprang free, long and hard and thick. It was a beautiful dick, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. My pussy clenched when he stroked himself. “See something you like?”
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. I reached out for him and wrapped my hand around him, stroking him just because I could.
“Sela,” he grunted and licked his lips as I lined our bodies up.
“Yes!” My head fell back, and my whole body lit up as he slid slowly into my body. He was thick and long, stretching me out deliciously until he was balls deep inside of me. “Brock.”
“So tight. So hot.” His words were pushed out of clenched jaws, which was totally hot.
“Brock,” I shouted again and hooked one hand around the back of his neck, matching him stroke for stroke. It was good, wickedly so, and I couldn’t stop. He pumped into me, hard and deep, fast enough to feel even better than the boy toys in my nightstand drawer. “Oh… fuck.”
His gaze was focused on my face for every stroke, every thrust, as if he was trying to figure out every little thing I liked. “You’re fucking beautiful, Sela. And close, so I want you to come for me. Come all over my cock. Do it.”
His words, filthy as they were, gave me everything I needed to explode into a million pieces while he continued to pound into me until I felt the telltale warmth on my belly. “Whoa.”
“Fuck, Sela.” He rested his forehead against mine for a short second and then kissed me there. He kissed each cheek and then my chin. My jaw. His lips settled on mine, and he let out a soft sigh. “That was incredible.”
“Agreed,” I let out a sound that was half-hum and half-sigh. “Don’t get a big head or anything, but that was the best I’ve ever had.” Now why did I have to say a thing like that?
He pulled back with a pleased smile, not cocky. “Yeah?”
I nodded and played with the damp ends of his hair. “Oh yeah.” I pulsed around him, and then he unleashed the arrogant smile that didn’t surprise me one bit.
“Good, because I’m not done with you.” He smiled and lowered his mouth to mine.
Yet, I reminded myself. He’s not done with me yet.