15. Brent
Pussy Whipped
“Told you I’d make you come with my cock, too.”
With a groan, Berkley smacked her hand against my back, and I grinned as I rolled off her.
“You’re insufferable,” she said. “But that…that’s never happened before. Not without stim to my clit, too.”
Her orgasm had taken me by surprise as much as it had her, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. Instead, I said, “I think you mean, thank you, Brent, my sex god of a boyfriend.”
Berkley sat up to glare at me, her blonde hair a messy cloud around her face. “You’re conveniently forgetting that you got off, too.”
“I did, didn’t I?” I reached up to tweak one of her nipples, and she gasped.
“That’s sensitive.”
My palm slid to cup her pussy. “What about here? I’m not done with you yet, Blondie.” In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever be done with her. One time she’d had me wrapped in her tight heat, and I was already pussy whipped. “What do you say we take this to the shower?”
Berkley’s eyes flashed. “I love shower sex.”
“Duly noted,” I said, pulling her to her feet. “But who said anything about sex?”
Once again, her hand shot out to smack me, but I caught her wrist and placed a kiss to the center of her palm.
“Tease.”
“Better idea,” I said, wrapping her in my arms. All of her warm, smooth skin flush against me had my cock hardening again. “Let’s skinny dip.”
Berkley glanced between me and the patio door, smirking before pulling from my embrace and taking off outside.
The moon was a giant orb in the sky, silhouetting the trees surrounding the cabin against the star-flecked night sky. Twinkle lights had been strung from the ceiling over the hot tub, casting a warm glow over the water as we settled in. It was so fucking cozy and romantic as hell.
This time there was no talking as we came together.
Berkley settled on top of me, and I drove my fingers into her soft center without warning, loving the way she clenched around me, getting off on the startled but pleasured gasp that left her. I fucked her with my hand, pressing my thumb to her clit, the movement splashing both of our chests with water.
Her gasps against my mouth nearly undid me. The clenching of her pussy told me she was close, but I wasn’t ready to let her go. I removed my fingers, and she groaned.
“Not yet, baby,” I said, shifting her so my blunt tip pressed against her entrance. “You’re going to come on my cock again.”
“Then fucking give it to me,” she grumbled, and I chuckled as I thrust into her.
Fuck, nothing had ever felt this good. Her pussy squeezed around me better than anything else I’d ever experienced, and I could stay buried in her forever. She arched back, her tits coming level with my face, inviting me for a taste. I latched onto a nipple, pulling it deep into my mouth and laving the hardened tip with my tongue before moving to the other and repeating the treatment.
Berkley dug her nails into my shoulders as she started to move up and down atop me.
Where lust and drive toward my own orgasm would’ve ruled me in these situations before, something foreign had now bloomed in my chest. Everything with Berkley was so different than it had ever been with anyone else. Each touch, kiss, and lingering gaze seemed heightened. And that lust I would’ve felt before had morphed into…well, I wasn’t quite ready to name it. It was another four letter word that should scare the shit out of me but somehow didn’t.
I gripped her ass, dropping my head back onto the ledge of the tub, watching through hooded eyes as my girl used my body to seek her pleasure. Closing her eyes, she threw her head back as her lips parted, little moans escaping her. As she picked up speed, the moans increased in volume.
This time felt different than the first. Something about letting her take the lead undid Berkley, set her free, allowed her to completely let go. I was happily enjoying the show, with her tits bouncing, her pussy gripping and fluttering around me.
“Brent,” she gasped. “I’m—”
“I know,” I said, gripping her hips and holding her down, burying myself to the hilt inside of her. A strangled cry escaped her lips at how deep I hit from this angle, and I wasn’t going to lie, I blacked out for a minute.
It was too fucking good. Too much at once. I was moments away from my undoing.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I gripped the back of her neck with the other, bringing our faces close, holding her in place while I fucked us both to completion.
Under the chemical scent of chlorine, Berkley’s citrusy perfume still clung to her skin, tickling my nose as I buried my face in her neck. The heady mixture spurred me on as I relentlessly drove into her, feeling her clench tighter and tighter until…
“Brent!”
The sound of my name on her lips as she came, spasming in my arms, arched so far back her hair trailed in the water…it was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.
I continued moving into her, not checking my speed even as she begged me to stop, until my own release found me. Digging my fingers into her hips, sure I’d leave bruises and turned on further by the thought of leaving marks on her perfect skin, I came, moaning her name long and low.
Afterward, we stilled in the water, wrapped tightly around each other. I shifted, pulling my spent cock free but keeping Berkley anchored on my lap, brushing wet strands of hair from her cheeks.
“Note to self,” I said, pressing my mouth to her throat, “in order to get Berk off, let her be on top.”
Berkley laughed and fell more fully against me. “I don’t think it’s just being on top that does it for me,” she said against my neck. “Although I’ve never had a guy let me take control like that.”
“Never?”
She shook her head, droplets of water flying in every direction. “Never. But it’s also just being with you. I’ve never really had anyone care about my own pleasure before, but with you…I feel safe and free and wanted.”
“The only thing I care about is your happiness and pleasure, Berk,” I told her, pressing my lips lightly to hers. “Mine is secondary. Actually, getting you off gets me off.”
My heart clenched at the soft, blissful smile she gave me, and I vowed to permanently etch that expression on her face.
“And I’m two-for-two on making you come with my cock.”
That blissed out expression turned stern. “Why are you keeping track?”
“I’m an athlete, baby. I like stats.”
She rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, her stomach rumbled.
“Guess good sex makes me hungry,” she said with a laugh.
“Then let’s feed you and go for round three.”
With a smirk, she said, “I like the way you think, Jean.”
My cock twitched at her use of my last name, and there was no way she didn’t feel it. I wasn’t going to bother trying to figure out why I found it so sexy. Plenty of people called me by my last name, and I’d never had this reaction to it before. The only explanation was that I found everything about Berkley sexy.
Before we rose out of the water, Berkley dug her fingers into my hair and pulled me in for a long kiss, her tongue twining with mine. My cock perked up further.
I’d also never been so damn responsive with a woman before, and I fucking loved it.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I said against her mouth.
In answer, she reached between us and gripped my hardening flesh, giving my dick a few tugs. “I think I found what I want to eat,” she whispered, biting her lip.
“Oh, hell yes.” I stood and threw her over my shoulder in one motion, hopping out of the tub and rushing inside with her squealing and pounding on my back, begging to be put down.
I simply turned my head and bit her ass playfully.
When we reached the living room, I dropped her onto the nest of blankets we’d made earlier. The fire cast a warm glow across her skin, and with her hair a bright corona around her head, she looked like an angel. Her pupils were blown wide, desire written on every curve and angle of her body.
“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
“I’m sure gonna try.”
Returning to reality after the blissful hours spent with Berkley in bed and the hot tub—and the living room floor, the kitchen counter, and the shower—felt like a giant slap in the face.
I let out a long sigh, and across the center console of my truck, Berkley squeezed my hand. “You’re thinking about sex with me, aren’t you?”
I huffed out a laugh. “That obvious?”
“Other than the fact that your eyes look like storm clouds and that sigh a second ago was loaded with sexual frustration, it’s pretty obvious.” She gestured to my lap, where my cock pressed conspicuously against my fly. “And as much as I’d love for you to pull this truck over and fuck me in the backseat, my body needs a break. My legs and stomach are so sore.”
“What about your pussy?”
Berkley barked out a laugh. “That, too.”
“What can I say?” I gave her a smirk. “I’m just that good.”
I felt more than saw Berkley roll her eyes. “You’re definitely something.”
“Thanks for coming with me this weekend,” I said. “We both needed it.”
“We definitely did,” she said, then turned her attention out the windshield, watching as we pulled up to her building. “Unfortunately, now it’s time to hunker down.”
“We’ll be okay,” I reminded her.
“Of course we will be,” she said with a soft smile and got out of the truck. I followed, taking her suitcase from the backseat and following her into the lobby, intent to walk her to her door.
When we reached the elevator, she turned and said, “Are you sure it’s a good idea if you come up? Actually, don’t answer that. I know it’s not.”
“And why is that, Ms. Daniels? Afraid you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”
Berkley scoffed. “I’m not the one I’m worried about.”
I chuckled but didn’t refute her. Now that I’d had her completely, I’d become insatiable. Being away from her for even a second would be excruciating.
And not just because the sex was hot, mind-blowing, and a million other adjectives that could never come close to describing what it was like to sink into her body, to have her wrapped around me, moaning my name as I made her come again and again…and again.
No, our relationship had shifted this weekend. Sharing secrets in the darkness between bouts of fucking, being holed up in that tiny snow-covered cabin in the woods—it had brought us closer together. I couldn’t help thinking that wasn’t only the first time I’d had sex with someone new, but also the last time I’d have sex with someone new.
“Brent?”
Berkley’s voice pulled me from my reverie, and I shook my head.
“Fine,” I said at last. “I won’t go up with you. But know that I’m walking away from you right now under extreme protest.”
For maximum effect, I stuck out my bottom lip, but Berkley only laughed, shoving me playfully.
“Go away, you goon.”
I caught her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. “Bye, babe,” I said against her mouth.
“See you soon.”
I stood in the center of the lobby and watched until she disappeared behind the elevator doors before heading back to my truck.
I was distracted on the ride home, thinking about Berkley and our getaway, and how I couldn’t wait to do it again. I gave myself those five minutes across the city to fantasize, to reminisce, but the instant I walked into my apartment, I put my game face on.
After unpacking and starting a load of laundry, I settled myself in my office and got to work responding to emails. When I’d sufficiently cleared my inbox, my phone range, and the readout showed my agent’s name.
The moment I answered, he ran away with the conversation, throwing more information at me than I could possibly process at once. Given the way I’d spent my weekend, I was already struggling to focus, and I took the opportunity to zone out as he prattled on, sweeping my eyes around my office.
My gaze landed on the wall calendar that broke my schedule down month by month during the season. Two weeks from now, Thursday through Sunday were blacked out with no NHL games scheduled.
All-Star Weekend.
I grinned, my next opportunity to whisk Berkley away on another getaway staring me in the face.
“Okay,” I said to my agent, cutting him off mid-sentence. “That’s all great. Send me whatever the fuck you just told me in an email. I’ll review and get back to you. Gotta go.”
Two minutes later, my computer pinged with an email. My agent was nothing if not efficient. Still, I ignored it, already focused on my next call and the plans that would come after.
After a bit of searching through the Warriors’ organization phone lists, I found what I was looking for and quickly dialed the number. Leaning back in my chair, I propped my feet on my desk and stretched my neck side to side while it rang.
When the woman answered, I sat forward again, giving her my full attention.
“This is Brent Jean calling,” I said. “I was hoping you could help me out.”