Chapter 5 #3
Shirtless and rippling with muscles, Brock seemed even bigger, even fiercer standing in front of her.
His heated gaze fell on her face and a small, barely discernible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he gripped her hip and spun her around, pulling the back of her body tight against his.
His tongue trailed down her neck, shoulder and back up again.
His teeth nipped at the shell of her ear as one hand made its way below the waist of her pajama pants and into her panties, drawing delightful little circles around her throbbing clit.
She closed her eyes and leaned into him, savoring his touch, how good it felt to have his hands on her again.
She pushed her backside into his growing erection and giggled when he groaned, bucking into her.
He bent her over, pulling her pajama pants and underwear down in the process. She kicked out of her pants and then stood there, her fingers kneading the soft leather of the couch as Brock’s capable hands massaged and caressed her craving backside.
Was it too early to ask him to spank her? She’d have to put a pin in that and see. Because one thing for sure, Krista liked it a little rough. Liked a little pain with her pleasure.
He gripped both her hips, positioned himself behind her, and then drove home.
She let out a soft grunt from the impact, but damn if it didn’t feel good.
She loved this position, which was ironic given how submissive it was and how in control she liked to be.
But they wouldn’t finish like this. This was just the beginning.
She squeezed her muscles around him as he pushed into her.
She needed this.
God, how she’d needed this.
Her vibrator just wasn’t cutting it these days. And now, after another taste of Brock Hart, she wasn’t sure it ever would.
Lost in the moment, she reveled in the feeling of Brock deep inside her, filling her, fulfilling her. The spank came out of nowhere, startling the daylights out of her. She yelped and then fell face first into the couch, her arms flying out from under her and causing Brock to slip out.
“You okay?” he asked, helping her up.
She looked back at him and smiled. “Yes. Again.”
Triumph, wicked and primal, glimmered in his green eyes. “Sorry, I should have asked first.”
She shook her head. “No. I want more. Harder.” She assumed the position and he was back inside her in seconds.
Three hard, lightning-quick smacks had her panting and pushing into his palm, grinding her backside up to reach his pelvis.
Her pussy dripped down her thighs, and her legs shook from his power.
He was having a hard time holding on. His grunts and wavering patterns said he was riding that beautiful edge between insanity and pure bliss. But she wasn’t quite there, and she wanted to be on top.
“Let’s … let’s change positions,” she said breathlessly, motioning to stand up.
“You sit on the couch, and I’ll straddle you.
” His eyes flared lambent as she stood back up and turned to face him.
His gaze settled on her breasts. He licked his lips.
“Careful with these, though. They’re rather tender. ”
He sat down on the couch. Krista’s top teeth snagged her lip and bit down hard at the sight of his cock straight on.
They’d had quick and dirty sex in the dark last time, so she hadn’t really had a good view.
But there it was standing at attention, hard, thick and eager as it rested against his belly.
She climbed onto his lap and put her thighs on either side of his, rising up only to sink back down.
A groan escaped them both. He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts, flicking and twisting the nipples, bringing one to his mouth and laving at it with his velvety tongue.
She bobbed up and down in his lap, letting his pubic hair and pelvic bone hit her clit in just the right way.
She was close, damn close. And then Brock did something unexpected, yet again. The man was full of surprises. He gripped her by the ponytail, hauled her head back and up, then lunged at her mouth, capturing her sighs and gasps with his own.
They came together, finding their release at the same time, connected as the pleasure unfurled and ripped its way through them. Slashing and shredding everything in its path until they were limp and boneless, chests heaving.
With a ringing in her ears and a smile on her face, Krista tucked her nose against the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. So manly, so sexy, so strong, so Brock.
Then, taking another risk, because tonight seemed to be a night for pushing past her comfort zone, she licked him. He was salty and tasted mildly of soap, and she wanted more. A whole hell of a lot more.
They sat there for a while in post-coital silence, allowing their breathing to return to normal. Their sweaty skin blossomed in gooseflesh as the chill of the house settled on tired, naked bodies.
“Wow,” she finally breathed, breaking the silence.
He grunted in response beneath her, his fingers dancing delicate and divine trails up her back. For a bossy jackass, he certainly had a sweet side when he wanted to.
“More of that for sure.”
Another grunt.
“Do you do more than just grunt? How about talk? I mean we’re living together, having a kid together, and now sleeping together, might as well get to know each other,” she said with a small laugh.
Not even her laugh could force the virile strength of him from her body.
If anything, he was growing harder. Could he go again? Already?
Brock cleared his throat, his face a mask of fierce alpha determination.
“I fuck.” Then, without an ounce of warning, he pulled her off him, shoved her back into the plush couch and was back inside her, making her eyes shut and her entire body clench around him as she forgot all her questions and thought of nothing but how good it felt, how good he felt on top of her. Inside her. Surrounding her.