Chapter 10
Brock
How was it possible that I was dreaming about a woman I’d spent the past few hours devouring with every inch of my body?
I didn’t have the answer to that since I wasn’t a man prone to dreaming about any woman, ever.
I dreamt about business deals and investment opportunities, about how I could turn a business trip into a few days of leisure. I did not, ever, dream about women.
But I dreamed about Sela on her knees, her big blue eyes watching me while she stroked my cock and flicked her tongue over the wet slit.
While she wrapped those lush lips around the crown, and my cock disappeared down her throat.
My head fell back in ecstasy just as my fingers found her silky locks and sifted through them while she worked my cock over.
It was heavenly torture, the way she took me slowly until I hit the back of her throat before she pulled back and did it again and again.
When Sela moaned around my cock, my hips bucked up, but she didn’t stop her movements.
She opened her throat to take me deep until my toes curled.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. My eyes fluttered open in the dream because I had to see her, had to watch those full lips wrapped around my cock while she sucked me off.
I pushed up onto my forearms, shocked to find that Sela was on her knees, but she—no, we—were on the bed with her blond hair fanned out over my thighs and knees. She looked up at me with smiling blue eyes, but her lips formed a smile around my cock, and I nearly blew my load right there. “Sela.”
She moaned and gripped my base tighter, taking me deeper over and over, yanking every grunt and groan from my lips she could. One hand gripped me, but her other arm was between her legs, and I let out a long growl of disbelief when I realized what she was doing.
“Does sucking me off make you wet, Sela?”
She fucked herself hard so that I heard how wet she was, and then she moaned around my cock.
“Oh, fuck.” She worked me over hard and fast, enjoying making me feel this way until I emptied myself down her throat. “Sela, oh fuck.” I didn’t give my cock a moment’s rest when she released me.
“Good morning.” She smiled when I pulled her onto my lap, sliding her soaked folds against my still-hard cock.
“That was so fucking hot, but I’m not done.” I lifted her up and slid her down my cock, enjoying the way she rocked against me until I was rock hard again. “Ride me, Sela.”
“If you insist,” she whispered. It was hard and fast, the way she rode my cock, taking every ounce of pleasure she wanted until her juices soaked my balls and my thighs. “Now that’s how you start the day right.”
Her smile was gorgeous, and her blue eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “You’re beautiful, Sela.”
She blushed. “So are you.” Her hips rocked gently as small tremors still rocked her body.
“God, you feel so good,” she moaned, the sound an alarm attempting to raise my cock for the third time this morning.
“I need to take care of business,” she said and slowly extricated her body from mine before disappearing into the bathroom.
I laid there in a haze of bliss and ultimate satisfaction, a goofy-ass grin on my face. And it was all because of a knockout blonde who didn’t hold back. I liked Sela because she said what she thought, even when she didn’t want to. It was refreshing. Hell, it only made me want her more.
The shower started on the other side of the door, and I sat up, debated whether or not to join her or to surprise her in another way.
After about sixty seconds of indecision, I slipped on my boxers and made my way to the kitchen, where there were so many memories of last night, namely our clothes scattered all over the place.
Heat swamped me as I saw her spread out for me, pussy pink and pretty on display, wet and pulsing just for me.
“Focus.” I shook off those carnal thoughts and shifted to the fridge first and then the cabinets to gather ingredients because I, Brock Anderson, was making breakfast. For a woman.
The last woman I made a meal for was back when I was a married man, and even she hadn’t appreciated the effort.
That thought gave me pause. What the hell was I doing, cooking for Sela after just one night?
She might get ideas, which was exactly the thing I was trying to avoid.
Wasn’t it?
It didn’t matter because she had all the ingredients for the perfect breakfast, which meant the universe was basically forcing me to do this. I worked quickly, and soon the kitchen was filled with the scents of breakfast.
“Oh. My. God. What smells so good?” Her voice was sultry and excited, sending a shiver of arousal down my spine that settled right between my legs. “Though I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat with this view.”
I turned, laughing at her complimentary words. “Like the view?”
Heat blazed in her eyes as they traced over my body, and then she licked her lips as if she could still taste me. “I think we both know that I do.” Her words were bold despite the blush that stained her cheeks. “You didn’t have to cook breakfast.”
I turned back to the eggs, cutting off the heat just in time. “You didn’t have to give me the best blow job ever, but you did.” I dumped the scrambled eggs into a serving bowl and set it on the table.
Sela moved to the coffee pot with a sigh. “That’s different. I did it because I wanted to.”
“Exactly.”
She froze and turned to face me, confusion and suspicion written on her beautiful face. “Oh. Then, thanks. I’m starved.” She poured a mug of coffee for herself and then another for me, and brought them to the table. “So,” she began between sips of coffee.
“So?” I set the bacon and toast down and went back for the butter and preserves before sitting down across from her, watching her.
“Last night was amazing.”
I smiled. “It was beyond amazing. Some might even say unforgettable.”
Her cheeks turned pink again. “And they would be correct.” A slow shiver shook her body, and she grinned wider. “You are quite the surprise, Brock.”
“Thank you. I think.” I piled food on my plate and sat back, still watching Sela.
She was beautiful, and she knew it, but she had no idea just how beautiful she was, which only made me like her more.
Want her more. “What’s on your schedule today?
” Why the hell was I trying to prolong our time together?
It was, again, not something I did regularly, but there was just something about her.
Sela finished the slice of bacon and slowly licked her fingers, her gaze riveted on my face as if she was trying to figure out my motives. She grinned softly. “What do you have in mind?”
I let out a loud bark of laughter. “Such a dirty girl. Not that, well not just that. Other things too.”
“Do I get to know about these other things?”
I shrugged. “That depends. Do you want to spend the day with me, Sela?” I held my breath and waited, for the first time in a long time I wasn’t sure what her answer would be.
Most women would’ve already jumped at the opportunity to spend a day with me, dreaming of expensive meals, sparkly gifts, but Sela kept me on my toes.
She was attracted to me. I think she even liked me, but she wasn’t sure about me or maybe it was herself she wasn’t sure about, either way it ended up with me not knowing where I stood with her.
“Can I pick what we do?” There was a gleam in her eyes that I didn’t particularly like.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the voice that shouted at me to fake a phone call and an important meeting, instead I found myself nodding slowly. “Sure.”
She pulled her lips in between her teeth, fighting a smile that ultimately won. “Excellent.” She stood and clapped her hands together. “I need to do one errand first, which I can do while you get pretty for the day?”
I laughed. “What’s your errand?”
She shrugged and looked away. “I need to collect some boxes from around town and drop them off at the Food Bank. Thanksgiving is around the corner, and people need help filling in the gaps.”
Nope, I will not like her even more for being a do-gooder. “I’ll meet you at the Food Bank in thirty minutes. Is that enough time?”
“Should be.” She nodded, her gaze swept over my body slowly and her gaze filled with heat. “Don’t you want to know what we’re doing?”
“No. I’m curious to see what you’ll pick for us to do together. Outside the bedroom.”
“Who says a bedroom is necessary,” she asked in a teasing tone. “We certainly didn’t use one the first time around.”
My jaw clenched, and I groaned. “If I don’t leave now, we’ll never get out of this house.” My hands itched to touch her again, to test her and see if she was wet for me again. To be the one to make her wet. Again.
“Sounds like a really amazing consolation prize.”
I leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Agreed, but what about those hungry families.”
She froze and took a step back, arms stretched out to put more distance between us. “An excellent point, and one I’ll reward you for later. When bedroom activities commence.” She wiggled her brows and placed a hand on my chest before she walked away, presumably to get dressed for the day.
When I saw her next, she took my breath away. “That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen in my entire life.” It looked like someone had taken pieces of different carpets and strung them together to make an oversized hoodie with a turkey silhouette on the front.
Sela looked down at her sweater as if she didn’t know what she was wearing and then back up at me with a wide grin. And then she burst out laughing. “It’s so awful that it’s kind of great, right?” Her blue eyes sparkled, and she spread her arms wide, spinning in a circle. “Come on!”
Fifteen minutes later we stood in line for the last place I expected her to choose. “The carnival?”
She shook her head. “The Gratitude Carnival,” she clarified. “It’s a good time, I promise.”