Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
brADLEY
I could combust just watching her. Pre-cum melts into my briefs as I take her in. I don’t even have any of her body on display and I’m panting like a lovesick puppy.
“My clothes,” she pants heavily. “I need them off.”
I move my mouth close to her ear and whisper, “I like it when you tell me what you want.”
“Well, you’re very good at delivering.”
I grin. “Very good isn’t gonna cut it, I’m aiming for the best you’ve ever had, but we’ll work up to that.”
“I had no idea you were such a dirty talker.”
With my hand still between her legs, I begin to circle her sweet spot once more. The flush on her cheeks is a light shade of crimson, just like the pink cupcakes we just iced, I fucking love it.
“Do you like this blouse?” I nip her ear, reveling in how wet I’ve made her.
She looks down at herself as I palm her breast, tugging her nipple as she shrugs. “I have several of them, they’re just a work uni—”
I don’t even hesitate; I grip the edges and rip her blouse, the buttons scattering everywhere. Her white satin bra comes into view, and I just about come from the sight. “Fuck,” I mutter.
She gasps as I pull one cup down, bunching it under her breast as I do the same to the other. I’m not gentle about it either. I’m worked up. Hot. Ready for it. But in the back of my mind, I know if we do get to the sex part — and I hope to god we do — I won’t be rough with her. It’s been six years.
“If I’d known we were going to be doing this, I would’ve worn sexier underwear,” she breathes. “Not my boring old-safe-mom-wear.”
I palm her tits, loving how round and full they are, the peaks hardening as I play. “Doesn’t look that boring or safe to me, in fact, this could be my new favorite pastime.”
“Undressing me?”
“Exactly.” I lower my mouth, sucking one nipple between my lips as she garbles a groan. Sliding one finger into her slick pussy earns me another gasp, and I chuckle darkly. “I love it when you do that.”
Her voice wobbles. “Do what?”
“Gasp and moan at everything I do.”
“I can’t help that you’re good at everything you do.”
I move to her other breast before adding; “Can’t deny that, but I’m really, really good at this.”
“Wiseass.” She grips my ass, and now it’s my turn to groan. Her hands on my body feel like hot lava. The sensation quickly finds its way to my dick, stirring everything inside me. I feel alive. Awakened. So ready to take her to bed.
I slide another finger in, my cock twitching as I finger her on her workbench, her tits jolting every time I slide in.
She wants more of me; her panting and the way she sticks her chest out farther to me tells me all I need to know.
And I eat it up. She doesn’t last long, there’s too much sensation as she throws her head back and cries out my name, squeezing my fingers as she orgasms. And, fuck me, if it’s not the best sight I’ve ever seen.
“Upstairs,” I mutter. “I’m taking you to bed. Now.”
I scoop her up and she wraps her legs around me. We kiss all the way upstairs and into her apartment. I kick the door shut behind us, securing it with the lock. We’ll clean up downstairs later, right now, I want to enjoy my girl for the very first time.
Our kissing is heated as I move down toward her bedroom, her hot little body against mine feels so natural. Like it was always meant to be this way.
I’m not a selfish lover, and though she may doubt herself and how long it’s been, I know we’ll be great together.
“You’re so strong,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “I am, but I won’t hurt you. Don’t worry so much. I see that look in your eyes.”
She frowns. “What look?”
I fix her with a look. “That worried look you always get when you overthink something.”
“I’m just wondering why I haven’t seen you naked in all this time we’ve known each other.”
That makes my dick jump. “Maybe everything is happening as it’s meant to.”
She smiles softly. “Maybe it is.”
When I get to her bedroom, I nudge the door open. Walking inside, I make haste to the bed and drop her down on the mattress. As she bounces, my eyes dart to her breasts. They’re perfect. Fucking beautiful. I could watch them all day.
My eyes never leave hers as I undo my tie and then my cufflinks, setting them on her side table.
All the while she watches me undress. I toe off my shoes, then pull my socks off.
Giving her a chin lift, I say, “Would you mind removing your clothes, Baby Girl? If I do it, you’ll end up with more ripped clothing, and I need to see all of you. ”
She takes a breath, and I watch as I unbutton my shirt as she slides hers off.
Then she unclips her bra and my mouth waters at the sight of her naked flesh.
“Pants.” I nod to her lower half, and she slides her sneakers off, then undoes the button and zipper to her pants, sliding those off too.
I discard my shirt, my skin hot and clammy from wanting her so much.
“Your body,” she breathes. “Oh, my god, you’re beautiful.”
I smirk. “Not as beautiful as you.”
Chelsea has seen me without a shirt on before, but she’s about to see a whole lot more than that.
I’m heavily tattooed all over my chest, back, and thighs.
I’ve been addicted to ink ever since I got my first tattoo years ago.
Each and every tattoo signifies something in my life.
A milestone. A destination. The angel depiction on my back is to signify family, protection and guidance.
Just because my parents are well off doesn’t mean that myself and my brothers haven’t had to work hard for what we have.
Dad didn’t just hand us the keys to the kingdom and say, have at it.
We’ve worked our butts off to make sure Lucas Property Brothers survived the hard times and the downturns.
In this business, nothing is guaranteed, but it’s my family that has kept me motivated and grounded.
It’s easy to have your head up in the clouds when you have money to fall back on, but Dad never made it easy.
He never spoiled us, or just handed us anything, and I respect him for that.
Maybe I didn’t when I was younger, but I do now.
I focus on my girl as she leaves her panties on, and then folds her arms over her breasts. I shake my head. “Don’t ever cover yourself from me, Chels, let me see all of you.”
She bites that fucking lip again and I almost detonate. I unzip my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I keep my briefs on even though I know — by the fact her eyes dart to my dick — that she wants to see it. I want her to see it too, but I don’t want to scare the woman.
“Take it out,” she breathes.
Her dirty words only spur me on and make me more desperate for her. “I’ll show you mine, as long as you show me yours.” My shit-eating grin can’t be contained, just like my hard on.
I tug down on my briefs, pulling them to my knees, my dick springs free like he’s been let out of jail.
She gasps.
Okay, I like that sound.
I grab my length and sheath myself. Chelsea’s eyes are glued to my cock. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’ll make sure you’re warmed up plenty. Now, panties off…” I raise a brow and she does as I ask. Such a good girl.
Before I get to see anything, I remove my hand, and she squints at me. “Wait…” Uh, oh. I knew this was coming. “Is that- is that a tattoo?”
I cock my head to the side. “A few of us were drunk one night.” I shrug. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Her eyes widen. “You tattooed your dick?”
“I also have a piercing, but I guess you would focus on that.”
I have a king’s crown; a barbel through the crown of my dick. It heightens pleasure not just for me, but for her, too.
“Wow.”
I grin, moving toward her. “Part your legs, Baby Girl, let me see you.”