Chapter 5
Chapter five
Graham
The fire crackles and pops, casting flickering shadows on Brenna’s flushed face, highlighting her swollen parted lips.
She’s a vision, a fucking siren, and I’m helpless against her call.
Thunder rolls overhead, echoing the storm inside me.
I should stop this. Should tell her to find a man her own age, but she’s old enough to make her own decisions. Who am I to question what she wants?
Especially when what she wants is me.
Plus, her words, “I’m tired of being sweet,” ricochet in my mind.
I can relate. I’m tired of being the responsible one, a man who always does the right thing.
Not that fucking this beauty is wrong. Not even close.
And especially not when she’s staring at me with big doe-like eyes as if I’m her whole world and I can picture her buck-naked, riding my cock.
To hell with it. I claim her mouth again, and she responds eagerly, her hands exploring my chest, my shoulders, my arms, as if she can’t get enough.
Her manicured nails scrape against my forearms; her expensive perfume mixes with the wood smoke. City softness meeting mountain rough. She shouldn’t fit, but Christ, this girl feels like everything I didn’t know I needed.
I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her skin soft and sweet under my lips. She shivers with every touch, every kiss, and I feel her heart racing. The way she arches into me, trusting and vulnerable, fills a hollow I didn’t even know was there.
I push up her sweater, exposing her breasts as she helps it off, up over her head. I take a moment to appreciate the sight. Her perfect curves remind me of the grains in cherry wood, begging to be touched, shaped, worshipped.
I unclasp her lacy bra, the single piece of delicate undergarment probably costing more than my steel-toe boots.
Tossing it aside, I tug one hardened nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
She gasps, arching her back, rocking her warm pussy against my crotch.
Her response is pure and uninhibited. Nothing like the calculated moves of women who know exactly what they’re doing.
This is real. Raw. And it’s mine. I lavish attention on her breasts, moving from one to the other, relishing her faint moans and soft whimpers. Her hands fist in my hair, holding me in place, as if she’s afraid I’ll stop.
Not a chance, baby girl. Not a chance in hell.
She sits up, moving her mouth to my left ear, but then pauses and switches to my right one to whisper, “You make me feel so good, Graham,” her breath hot and damp against my skin.
And fuck, the fact she cared enough to accommodate my condition sends a shiver racing down my spine. I’ve never felt such a deep connection with a woman. A flaming, white-hot desire that goes bone deep.
I capture her mouth again, my lips claiming hers with a hunger that’s been building since she stumbled in from the storm.
This kiss is different—deeper, more demanding.
Her hands fist the fabric of my shirt as I angle her head exactly where I want it, my fingers tangled in her damp hair.
The kiss turns desperate, all teeth and tongue and breathless gasps between us.
She tastes like honey and rain, sweet with an edge of wildness that makes me want to devour her completely.
I break away just long enough to see her eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide with desire, before I’m trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down the elegant column of her throat.
Her pulse hammers against my lips. I move lower still, across her collarbone while she trembles beneath me, soft sounds falling from her lips like music I’ve been starving to hear.
And with that, I’ve had enough of this. I need to taste her. I lift her off me, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and dragging them, along with her panties, down to reveal her pussy. She helps the last bit over her calves and toes them off, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
I sink onto my back, and she looks at me, her brow furrowing.
“Sit on my face, Brenna,” I command, my voice rough. “Let me lick you.”
Her breath catches on a sharp inhale, and those green eyes go wide, pupils dilating with raw need that makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
“But…I’m too—”
“You’re perfect,” I insist, cutting her off before she can say anything about her generous curves. I can’t wait to have her thick thighs wrapped around my waist, her skin glowing in the firelight like flame on polished wood.
Her lips part on a shaky exhale, and her throat works as she swallows hard. The flush creeping down her neck tells me everything I need to know about how much she wants this, wants me to take control, to tell her exactly what I want to do to her.
She hesitates for barely a second longer then moves, positioning herself above me. The trust in her movement. the way she follows my lead, does something primal to me.
As she lowers herself, I can’t help but admire this young woman, with her city polish and innocent demeanor, who has a depth to her that’s becoming more apparent by the second. She’s not just sweet; she likes it dirty.
I grip her hips, guiding her down, and she lets out a soft moan as she settles onto my face, her body trembling slightly with anticipation.
I swipe my tongue along her slit, the first taste intoxicating.
She’s hot and wet, her scent filling my nostrils, making me dizzy with need.
I flatten my tongue, licking her slowly from her entrance to her clit.
She shudders above me, her eyes squeezed shut as her hands grasp at my hair, holding on as I explore every inch of her.
It’s not long before her hesitation melts away and her hips start rocking, grinding against my face. I groan, the vibration making her gasp, and her juices drip down my beard. I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, using my hands to hold her ass, to spread her wide for me.
She’s tight and hot, and I can’t wait to be inside her, but first, I want to make her come like this. Want to watch her fall apart above me.
It doesn’t take long. Her moans become more frequent, her breath hitching as I suck gently on her clit.
Her body tenses, her thighs squeezing my head, and I know she’s close.
I don’t let up, pinning her in place as my tongue moves faster, increasing the pressure, until she’s crying out, her body convulsing as the orgasm hits her.
“Graham,” she moans, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. She collapses back to sit on my chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I give her a moment to recover, gently stroking her skin, inhaling deeply of her scent.
She looks down at me, her eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, and smiles. A real, sexy, satisfied smile that makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
I ease her off me, laying her down on the rug, and stand, quickly stripping. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, her gaze lingering on my cock. A flicker of nerves, or maybe hesitation, fills her eyes. I know I’m large. She must be worried I won’t fit.
“I have condoms in the bedroom,” I say, relieved when she shakes her head.
“I’ve been on the pill since I was eighteen. To avoid…a mistake.” There’s a story there, but now’s not the time. Not when her glistening pussy waits for me between her spread legs.
Kneeling, I reach down, guiding myself to her entrance.
“Ready?” I grunt, barely holding it together.
She nods and raises her hips, her fingers gripping my shoulders. I push in slowly. She’s impossibly tight, and I don’t want to hurt her, so I take my time, inching forward with the same careful control I use when working a delicate joint. Each millimeter is torture and bliss.
Despite my gentleness, I sense some resistance. I shift my angle and thrust harder, and suddenly, the resistance gives way. Brenna gasps, her eyes widening in a mix of pleasure and pain, and her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Barely a second passes before I realize what just happened.
Fuck.
I freeze, my body going still as shock courses through me.
I look down and see the confirmation written all over her face.
And in the way she’s holding her breath, her lip tucked between her teeth as uncertainty flickers across her face.
As those green eyes search mine, desperate for any sign of what I’m thinking.
Every muscle in my body screams to move, to take what she offers, but I lock down hard. Christ, I’m bigger than most men, and the realization I’m her first sends a fire licking straight through me that I have to fight like hell to contain.
Control. I need control. The iron discipline that got me through holding positions unmoving for hours in hostile territory. Breathe in through the nose. Out through the mouth. Count heartbeats. Focus on anything except how perfect her pussy feels wrapped around my cock.
But she shifts beneath me, adjusting her body, accepting me, and a strangled sound tears from my throat. I’m shaking with the effort to hold still, sweat beading at my temples. My hands fist the rug beside her head, white-knuckled with restraint.
“Graham?” Her voice is soft, uncertain, and when I look down, those green eyes search my face. She’s looking for reassurance I’m unsure I can give when I’m barely holding myself together.
She deserves gentle. She deserves careful. But right now, all I want is to fuck her hard and fast. To claim her as mine.
Which is exactly what I do.