Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
CHELSEA
I stare at his dick like I’ve never seen one before.
I mean, I haven’t seen see his before, and it’s nothing short of spectacular.
He has a tribal tattoo down both sides, kinda like the ones on his arms, and I swallow hard because all of these years I’ve known him, I never knew this.
I not only didn’t know about the tattoo but also the barbel pierced through his tip. Holy guacamole.
“My eyes are up here.” He grins.
“I can’t…”
“Spread your legs, Mama, if I have to ask you again I might be inclined to put you over my knee.”
I blanch. “You wouldn’t.”
He laughs. “Don’t look so shocked, you might like it.”
Self consciously, I do as he says, squeezing my eyes shut. When I feel him touch my chin, my eyes spring open. “B—”
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Says you with the pierced and tattooed dick.” I shake my head. “How much did that hurt?”
“Not as much as it hurt staying away from you all these years.”
I stare at him, my eyes dancing. “Smooth.”
His eyes soften. “I mean it.”
“You mean everything you say.” It’s not a line, it’s true. The one thing about Brad is he isn’t a bullshitter.
“Well, I think I should let my tongue do the talking, don’t you?” Before I can react, he’s kneeling before me, yanks me forward so my ass is at the end of the mattress, then he parts me wider.
I’m so self conscious, not just because I haven’t had sex since Deaton’s dad left, but because this is Brad. My best friend. Yet, I don’t want this to end. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
I cry out when he swipes his tongue against my hot flesh, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Anybody ever do this to you?” he growls.
I shake my head. “N-no.”
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs. “Better than any cupcake or sweet treat…”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I think I’m going to combust. I make a yelping sound and when my eyes spring open, he’s looking up at me. Brad between my legs like this… it’s something I’ll never be able to wipe from my memory.
“Don’t stop,” I grasp for the words. “Please don’t stop.”
“Eyes on me when you come on my tongue.”
My eyes widen. He’s so dirty… and I love it.
He rolls the tip of his tongue around and around, and my head falls back. He stops. “Eyes on me,” he says again, his voice low and growly.
My eyes find his once more, and as he goes to town eating me out, I can’t help but grasp his hair in one hand.
He moans. It’s a noise I’ve never heard him make, even when eating his favorite red velvet cupcakes.
This is so much sexier. So much hotter. And a sound I never want to hear him make with anyone else.
“Oh, god,” I cry. “I’m coming. I’m…” I can’t hold it in.
Ecstasy overwhelms me and I cry out, while waves of pleasure run through me, igniting my soul.
Brad doesn’t let up, he keeps strumming my clit with his tongue, and I know I must be causing him pain tugging on his hair, but he doesn’t show any signs of it.
When he finally pulls away, he licks my inner thigh and I almost combust again.
“I want you,” I pant.
He grins. “Where do you want me, Baby Girl? Tell me.”
“Everywhere.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“Let me see it.”
His smile only spreads wider as he stands. His perfect dick, long and straight, as he cups it in one palm. I openly stare. He is beautiful. An Adonis. A sight for sore eyes.
“What do you want to do with it?” His voice barely contains his need. I see it in his eyes. The want. The lust. I feel it too.
I reach out, bold, as I smooth my palm down his dick as he lets go. The barbel at his tip is cool to the touch, and I shudder imagining all the things he’s going to do with it.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I scoot farther to the side of the bed, fascinated by him as he stands, muscles taut, his abs flexed, his jaw set as he stares down at me. “I want it in my mouth, B.”
He swallows hard, his lips part, but I’m already sneaking forward to take his tip in my mouth.
I play with the barbell, using my tongue to sweep it back and forth.
I watch Brad as he barely contains himself.
His hands grip into my hair, my body almost convulsing with just that move right there.
I feel it deep in my core. This man shouldn’t be legal.
“Mama,” he whispers, his eyes squeezing shut as I close my mouth around his entire tip. Brad is hung like a damn horse, my fingers barely touch around his length as I sink my mouth down farther. I suck hard on the ascent, his eyes opening again as we lock gazes. “Jesus, Baby Girl.”
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about doing this,” I whisper.
He blinks for a second, taking in my words. “So you’re admitting you’ve had a thing for me for a while?”
I lick his barbell again, smoothing my tongue over his head, and he grips my hair tighter. “Maybe.” I descend until he hits the back of my throat, hissing as I feel wetness pooling between my legs. I’m dripping for him.
“So good,” he mutters. “Taking all of me in that pretty little mouth.”
I squeeze his base, loving how he feels and tastes as I speed up my rhythm.
My cheeks burn, my body alight as I work him over, enjoying how much this affects him.
How much I affect him. All too soon, he’s pulling me off, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he folds me back onto the bed, looming over me as I scramble back toward the pillows.
“Everything okay?” I panic, thinking that I’ve done something wrong, or maybe he didn’t like it.
“Yes.” He presses a kiss to my lips, but it soon turns dirty as his tongue finds mine. “I’m gonna come down that pretty throat if you keep doing that.”
“Oh.”
“I’m gonna come so hard when I’m inside you.” He kisses me chastely and moves off.
“Where are you going?” I pant.
“Condom.”
“I’m on birth control. I want you inside me. Please.” I never went off taking the pill because it helps my cycles.
He frowns. “Are you sure?”
“Only if you want, I mean, I’m not pressuring you—”
He places a finger over my lips. “I want to. I’ve always used one, so I’m clean.”
I pull him back down and we kiss once more, our hands everywhere.
I feel his tip nudge my entrance, and I grip his ass with my hands.
“Do it. I thought I was closed for business all this time, but I’m delighted to find out that I’m not.
” Gah, do I sound like I’m whimpering? And so what if I am.
I mean every word. I’ve been conservative because of Deaton, but now I know I was just waiting for the man who was right under my nose all along.
“You are closed for business,” he mutters, holding himself at the base as he nudges his tip inside me. “Just not to me.” He works himself in and out, and I know he’s being polite because we both know it’s been a long time for me. But I’m ready. Oh, boy, am I ready.
“More,” I tell him. “Give me more. All the way.”
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I hate to break it to you, but I’ve had a child. I’m pretty tough.”
He grins, moving so his hands are beside my head, and he pushes into me slowly. I groan as he seats himself farther until he can’t go anymore. “Fuck.”
He slides out again, and I swear to god I can feel that piercing. When he slides back in, I cry out his name. He stills. “Are you okay?”
He’s so full inside me I can barely breathe, but it feels so good. “I’m good, don’t stop.” I dig my nails into his butt. “Don’t ever stop.”
I wrap my legs around his waist as he drives in a little harder; I fall back onto the pillows. “Oh,” I cry. “Bradley…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m… oh, I’m coming…” The sensation grips me as I tumble, my orgasm ripping me in half as he continues to fuck me.
“So tight,” he mutters. “Gripping my dick like a vice.”
He doesn’t let up. I’m barely recovered, but he quickens his pace, his ass working overtime as he drives right into me.
“I know why you have the piercing right there now,” I pant.
He presses his body on top of mine, no space between us. “Say it.”
“G-spot.”
I feel his grin while his kisses decorate my jaw, my neck, my chin, until his lips find mine again.
All the while his hips continue to piston back and forth, I try to hold on, really I do, but this man just seems to suck the orgasms right out of me.
“That’s it, let me hear you, Mama. Scream my name while I come inside this pretty pussy. ”
And that’s all it takes. I’m tumbling, falling, grappling at coherence as I see stars. Then I feel him. He stills, tugging on my bottom lip as he spills inside me.
I’ve never felt more alive, more pent up, more loved in my entire life.
All because of him.
My Bradley Lucas.