Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
brITTANY
S he didn’t hesitate, so turned on by the command in his voice.
“Gus, I’m so wet for you.”
“Show me.”
He didn’t move his hands from the counter as she sat up, sliding her shorts down as far as she could get, shimmying until they fell to the floor.
“You weren’t wearing underwear.”
His strained voice rang out in the condo, almost echoing in the otherwise quiet space. His eyes were zeroed in on her pussy, where it gleamed with her arousal. Teasing, Brittany lifted one leg, hooking it around one of Gus’s arms that were still caging her in, leaving her spread open before him.
“It’s a little warm for underwear, don’t you think?”
His eyes finally traveled up to hers, seeing the tease, the heat, the desire, and his jaw visibly tightened.
“You owe me, Brittany.”
“Owe you?”
“I showed you what I liked. Now you need to show me what you like. It’s only fair.”
The memory flashed through her of him working his cock while she was streaming, watching her as he got excited, his hand moving faster and faster. She had been in the mood for revenge, and she knew it would torture him not to help her finish that day. And now, apparently, he was going to pay her back.
“I’d rather you touch me,” she tried. “I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
“You started this game, killer. I’m only insisting on you finishing it. Show me how you touch your pussy, and I’ll make sure you scream when you come.”
Fucking hell.
Her eyes on him, she let her hand slide down her body, where her sex was exposed. She rubbed slowly at first, spreading her wetness, loving the feel of her own softness as she watched Gus watch her. His gaze was intent, like he was memorizing her movements, which knowing him, he probably was.
“It nearly killed me when you walked away yesterday,” he bit out.
“I knew it would.”
His eyes met hers, piercing her in place.
“Don’t do it again.”
“Don’t deserve it again.”
They glared at each other, both stubborn. Then he smiled. “Deal.”
He glanced down where her hand had paused on herself.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“You think you’re in charge?”
“Brittany, I have wanted you for so long that the very cells of my soul burst with it. I have to be in charge or else I’m not going to last. The dream of you, your body, your warmth, everything I’ve ever wanted… it’s too much for me to hold back. So let me be in charge this time and I promise to be at your mercy next time.”
She lost her breath at his intensity, only nodding in response.
“Then get back to it.”
She started working herself over again, letting the feeling of him so near affect her, letting herself inhale his scent and his heat and revel in the fact that they could finally touch.
Something must have shown on her face because he leaned forward, taking her mouth, hard and possessive, his tongue sliding in through her open lips to move in a rhythm that Brittany imagined perfectly matched what he wanted to do when he was inside her.
“Gus.”
Her voice was broken, everything was broken, and only he could fix it.
“Baby, I can’t wait. I need you to lie back.”
He helped her, the cool quartz top of the kitchen island contrasting how hot she felt. He stared down at her, displayed for him. His hand went to the bottom of her tank top, playing with the edge.
“What are you thinking?”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. “Just when I think I’ve wrapped my brain around how gorgeous you are, I look at you again and it’s all blown to pieces.”
He leaned over her then, his mouth to her neck, letting his teeth rake over the soft skin there before kissing his way down to the vee of her tank top.
“I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping in this wet dream of a shirt. In my bed.”
“Not just sleeping.”
He licked her collarbone.
“That’s right. You’ve been in there touching yourself, all while I was stuck out here on the couch.”
His eyes glittered as one of his hands slid down the length of her body, right down the middle, from Brittany’s neck, down the middle of her breasts, caressing her stomach, and then pausing right under her belly button. Brittany felt herself writhe, trying to inch his hand lower.
“Gus, please.”
“Tell me what else you’ve been doing in my bed, Brittany.”
“You know what.”
“Running your fingers all over this beautiful pussy and making yourself come all while I was on the other side of the door trying to talk myself out of a hard-on?”
His hand slid millimeters lower, driving Brittany out of her mind with want. He leaned closer, teasing her, not letting his body touch hers, just hovering, letting her sense his warmth.
“What did you think about, Brittany? When you got wet, when you put your fingers inside your gorgeous body. Who were you thinking about when you came?”
“You.”
“That’s fucking right.”
A wicked grin spread across his face, making him so handsome Brittany couldn’t help but continue.
“I thought about you, and how you were always nearby, always ready to have my back. Your broad shoulders and your insane body and those fucking eyes that always found me in a crowd no matter what. I imagined what you would feel like if you were there, how hard you’d be, where your hands would go. Your expression when you were inside me. Would you be soft and sweet? Hard and fast?”
“Whatever you want, baby. Just say the word.”
“Then fucking touch me already. You promised you would.”
Something flared in his eyes and finally his hand slipped down, touching her just as his mouth lowered to her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth through the flimsy shirt. Brittany felt that tug everywhere, shooting down her body to where his big hands were circling slowly, spreading her wetness, teasing near her clit with each stroke.
“I’m going to make you pay for that,” Gus said into her breast.
“We were trying not to do anything, remember?”
“Doesn’t matter. I want to be near you when you come from now on. If you’re shaking or clenching, I want to watch.”
“If you’d just get a move on, you could do it right now, asshole.”
He smiled, then worked her nipple again, letting his teeth bite into her just enough to have her moaning.
Gus was done talking. His hand on her pussy finally, finally stroked her clit, making Brittany’s back arch with the sensation, just as Gus’s other hand slid under her shirt, massaging her other breast. He lifted his head long enough to wrench the skimpy shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere in the condo, where Brittany didn’t care, because his mouth was now on her bare skin and she was drowning.
His hand slipped lower, stroking her entrance, pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke until she felt his finger slip inside her. Her hands, which she vaguely realized had worked their way under his shirt, raked her nails into his back.
“Gus—”
“You’re doing so well,” he said. “I can tell how good you’re going to feel when I’m finally inside you.”
“Hurry.”
“No, baby. We’re not hurrying anything.”
And then a second finger joined his first, curling up into her, hitting a spot that had her spiraling just as he gave her nipple a hard suck… and she exploded. His fingers were relentless, working her as she clenched and moaned and shook, holding her tight and not letting her go. Never letting her go.
When the last of her convulsions subsided, his touch gentled until he was almost petting her. When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes to find Gus staring at her with worship in his eyes.
“You’re incredible.”
Her skin was flushed, she was naked and spread out on his kitchen island, and she was certain her hair was a mess. And then she got a good look at him.
“Gus, why the fuck are you still dressed?”
“I got distracted by watching the hot piece of ass in the kitchen come on my fingers.”
His words made their way inside her, and Brittany guessed he could probably feel exactly how much they affected her.
“I’m feeling really fucking empty right now, and I need you to do something about it.”
In response, he pushed a third finger into her, stretching her in a way that had Brittany grabbing his wrist.
“One more time, baby. I promise I’ll fill you up, just one more time.”
Brittany didn’t release her hold, glaring at him. “Get your clothes off, asshole.”
She was holding his wrist prone, but that didn’t stop his fingers from curling inside her, and though she was doing her best to remain unaffected, she wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to hold out.
“Just one more. I want to taste you while you come apart for me. I want to sear it into my brain forever.”
She was shaking with the effort it took to not get distracted, gritting her teeth, but he was relentless, using micro-movements to stimulate her.
“I’m going to make you pay,” Brittany threatened.
“Looking forward to it.”
She let go of his wrist, giving up for now, and he grunted in satisfaction.
“Thank god, because I was about to cave.”
Before she could answer, he was moving down her body, pulling her thighs so that her bottom slid closer to the edge of the counter, and hooked a stool around his ankle, pulling it toward him so he could sit, giving him an angle on her body that she had never experienced before.
He lifted her legs, pulling them over his shoulders, and lowered his head, and Brittany forgot everything except his mouth, softly kissing around her, and his tongue, licking up and down, teasing her clit before finally drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently.
“Fuck, Gus.”
“I’m working on it.”
He buried his face in her, and Brittany felt like she was running a marathon as sensation hit, his tongue on her, his hands gripping her thighs, the cold of the quartz beneath her. But most of all, it was looking down and seeing it was Gus, with his face between her thighs. Gus, lapping at her like she was a treat, and Gus, whose tongue teased her clit. Her hands went to his head, buried in his hair, clenching and pulling until she finally managed to yank him off of her. His eyes were glazed, his face wet with her, his hands still clutching her thighs.
“If you don’t get your fucking clothes off in the next ten seconds, I’m going in the bedroom alone to finish myself off.”
Gus darkened at the challenge, not liking the idea of her walking away from him even though all evidence pointed to her not being able to walk anytime soon, thanks to him.
“Fine. But you’re sitting on my face later, and you’re not moving until I’m drenched with you.”
He stood suddenly, pulling her legs off his shoulders and spreading her knees apart.
“Don’t move.”
His shirt was off in a blink, his pants and shoes gone shortly after. And then his arms were around Brittany, scooping her up, pulling her against him. She could feel him at her core, long and hot and thick, and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking against him.
“How far is the bedroom?” she breathed into his ear.
“Too far.”
He made it to the couch, sitting down with her straddling him on top. His mouth found hers, devouring, consuming, his hands kneading her ass in a grip that was on the edge of pain but only made Brittany’s desire skyrocket.
Gus easily pulled her up to her knees so his tongue could reach her nipple, loving it so well Brittany forgot there was anything but his mouth.
His hands left her, and she heard a small rip as he angled her away for a second, not knowing where he got the condom but so grateful he had one that she leaned down and bit his collarbone. Once the condom was in place, Brittany felt him nudging at her entrance, and all she could think was that she was finally going to know what he felt like.
“You’re going to ride me now, killer. Show me how bad you’ve been craving my cock. Show me how dirty you’re willing to get to feel me inside you.”
Brittany leveraged her hands on his shoulders, keeping her balance, and pushed herself down onto him. She was wet enough, but he was so large, stretching her in a way that his fingers had only hinted at. She sank slowly, wanting to savor this first moment when he would finally be inside her.
And then she was flush with his body, full of him, panting with need and so much more. He kissed her, one hand pulling her head toward him, one on her waist holding her down, tight on top of him. She wound her arms around his neck, falling into him, letting him set the pace, knowing this was exactly where she wanted to be. He pulled away, his lips hitting hers as he spoke just two words.
“Use me.”
She sat up a little, adjusting her angle, sitting up a little just to slide right back down. He hissed at the sensation.
“Yes, baby. Just like that.”
Brittany couldn’t stop the moan that echoed through her. “Gus, please.”
“You’re doing so good. So fucking good.”
His eyes were down, focused on where they were joined, so Brittany started rocking, bouncing, chasing the perfect angle, the perfect slide that would drive him crazy. She grabbed one of his hands that was clenching her waist and dragged it to her breast, pushing it into his hand. He immediately wrapped his fingers around her nipple, plucking and twisting and driving her insane. Her movements were wild as she moved to filling herself, chasing her pleasure.
“Yes, fuck, baby.”
She was losing herself to him, to sensation, to the feeling that this was exactly where she wanted to be in her life, with this man, with his hands on her.
Brittany leaned back, overwhelmed with both the direction of her thoughts and with how good he felt. His hands caught her, holding her at the perfect angle as he lifted his hips, driving into her from below again and again in a steady rhythm that was pushing her to the brink.
“Gus…”
“I got you. Just let go.”
But she didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to lose this feeling of him and how complete they made each other. So she fought back her orgasm, wanting this moment to last and last.
Gus, somehow sensing what she was doing, yanked her up, holding her tight to his chest, that glorious cock still driving into her in this new angle, hitting a new spot that had her whimpering.
“Brittany, you need to fucking come for me.”
Those words sent her over the edge, a broken scream that he swallowed with his mouth as he kept up his pace. She bit his lip, holding it between her teeth, and she could feel him spasm inside of her, his moans and everything filling the space as he spent himself inside her.
They stayed like that, wrapped tight into each other, her face in his neck, his in her hair, his cock lodged inside her, neither of them wanting to let go. And it felt so right Brittany wanted to cry at the perfection.
Instead she pulled herself up, her body heavy and sated.
“Gus.”
“I know.” He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ear. She flexed a muscle deep inside her, just an experiment, and he froze.
“You’re going to have to give me a minute, killer. You just ripped my fucking soul out.”
She slid her hand down to where they were joined, caressing his lower stomach.
“I could say the same for you.”
“Your hand is saying otherwise.”
“My body may have a mind of its own.”
“Your body is fucking perfect.”
He kissed her to make his point, long and slow, seeming to luxuriate in her, and Brittany melted, letting him set the pace, letting him kiss and play and tease her.
Finally, he pulled back, resting his forehead on hers.
“Snacks or bed?”
She grinned. “Snacks in bed.”
He smacked her ass in agreement, making her laugh, and then stood up, still holding her to him, kissing her as he walked them to the bedroom before lifting her up and then dropping her on the bed.
“Stay here.”
He was gone, and Brittany got the sight of his glorious naked ass in action as he walked back to the kitchen. She laid back, unbothered by her nudity, propping herself up on Gus’s pillows in the middle of the bed, letting her mind clear and relax for the first time in a really, really long time.
When he came back holding two cups of water and two sandwiches, he stopped in his tracks when he saw her spread out on the bed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything better than you in my bed.”
“I wasn’t sure what side was yours.”
“Whatever side you’re on.”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
He set down the water and the plate, then kneeled on the bed, leaning over her, wrapping his entire body around hers.
“It does now.”
He started kissing his way down her body, and Brittany could feel her breath quickening.
“I thought we were snacking.”
“Right, sorry, you’re distracting.”
He kept her with him, rolling until he was seated next to her, then handed her one of the plates from the nightstand.
“Eating in bed?”
He shrugged. “I’m fine if you’re fine.”
They sat in companionable silence, eating their sandwiches and drinking their water. Brittany draped the leg closest to him over his leg, and he kept one of his large hands on her thigh. When she was done, he took her plate, placing it with his back on the nightstand. She stayed where she was, leaning her head against his shoulder, staring at where he had taken her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
“What are we doing, Gus?” Her voice was quiet. She hated to bring reality into this perfect moment, but she couldn’t help herself.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know what I’m allowed to ask for.”
He blew out a breath at that.
“Brittany, I’ll be honest. You could ask for anything right now, and I’d give it to you if it meant you were here with me for even a few minutes longer.”
He squeezed her hand for emphasis.
“I think I want to try, Gus. You and me. If you’re down for it.”
“I am very, very down for it.”
“But I can’t come between you and Robbie. We gotta fix that somehow. I don’t want you to resent me.”
He nodded. “We talked a little tonight when I took him home, but I think we need a full conversation when he’s sober and ready to listen. And I do think he’s ready to listen.”
Brittany wrapped her arms around him at that, holding him tight, and he pulled her into his body.
“So we’re really doing this?”
“Brittany, all I know is that if this weekend ends and I’m suddenly not seeing you every day, touching you every day, hearing your voice, I’m going to go out of my mind. You have become essential to me in all the best ways.”
She was overwhelmed by his words and how right they felt. Not knowing what to say, Brittany kissed him, letting herself express with the kiss what she couldn’t find words for. Gus kissed her back, the feeling somehow familiar yet completely different from every kiss before, like they were coming together in a way that was unbreakable. And although she was absolutely terrified about what that meant, Brittany knew there was no going back from this. As much as she was it for him, she knew he was it for her.