9. Closer #2
“I say so.” His voice drops lower, commanding and that deep growl that goes straight to my core.
His hand trails down, fingertips grazing the curve of my waist, hips, and then lower, until he’s cupping my thigh, fingers spreading me just slightly as he presses against me through my pants—a featherlight touch that makes me bite back a whimper.
“It has to be mutually beneficial,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
I let out a shaky breath, desperate to close the distance, to make good on our agreement—but before I can lean in to kiss him, he pulls back, tsking softly.
He’s playing with me.
“No, no.” He wags a finger, that mischievous grin—dimples and all—spreading as his other hand trails the inside of my thigh. This time, I’m not quick enough to stifle the weak, broken whimper that escapes.
“I could be persuaded to break the rules…if you ask me really nicely.” His thumb drags across my lip before he chuckles.
Ask him nicely for a kiss? Not in his wildest dreams.
I narrow my eyes, pulse racing. “You’re such a cocky ass,” I mutter, shouldering past him with a sharp glance, forcing myself not to give in—even as every inch of my body begs me to.
His chuckle follows me as I cross the room, dropping my bag onto the table with more force than necessary.
“Am I?” His voice is lazy, amused. But when I glance back, the heat in his gaze is anything but. “You weren’t complaining when you were on your knees choking on my cock.”
I freeze, cheeks blazing and heart hammering.
Turning fully, I cross my arms, though we both know it’s a flimsy shield.
“And you weren’t complaining when I left you wanting more,” I toss back, fanning the flames.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He stalks toward me. “Let’s be honest—you were the one left wanting.”
He’s not wrong. After leaving him high and dry, I went home and finished myself off to the thought of him—twice.
“Bet your panties were drenched,” he taunts, closing in.
Step by step, he backs me against the table until cold wood digs at my back and his body presses into mine.
“Bet you touched yourself, thinking about me.”
The words hang heavy between us—charged and undeniable.
I tilt my head up. “Is that what you think?”
“It’s all over your face, baby.”
“How about I let you come all over my face…would you like that?” I lean in close, just enough for my breath to dance across his skin. My hand slides up his chest, fingers tracing the edge of his collar, slow and light.
His breath hitches, his jaw slackens.
Gotcha.
I push away, desperate for air that isn’t saturated with his scent.
Swaying toward the bedside, I drop my phone, my jewelry, and unclip my hair.
I can feel him watching me, heat prickling across my back—then footsteps, and his warmth at my spine.
Broderick snakes one arm around me, pulling me flush against him, the other curling at the nape of my neck.
I melt into his touch, humming in satisfaction, pliant in his hands.
He breathes me in, lips grazing my ear. “Do you know what you’ve done to me?
I can’t sleep, can’t focus on work, all I can think about is you on your knees and those lips.
” His growl vibrates against my skin as his stubble scrapes my neck.
“You got me all worked up and walked away like you didn’t just blow my fucking mind. ”
“Good,” I gasp, feeling brave.
A shiver runs through me. I tilt my head, baring my neck as he trails hot, biting kisses down my skin.
“Thought you were in charge?” he murmurs, catching my earlobe between his teeth, making me squirm. “I’m going to fuck the smart out of that mouth.”
“I—” The word splinters into a gasp as his hips grind against me, stealing my voice.
“What was that? You gonna beg for me now?”
I shake my head, though my body betrays me, arching into him, desperate.
“No,” I whisper, but it sounds like a plea.
He chuckles darkly, the sound thrumming through me.
“Still stubborn,” he muses, dragging his lips back to my ear. “Do you want me to break you or kiss you?”
Broderick turns me, pinning me against the wall beside the bed, caging me in. His hand slides between us, cupping me through my pants, pressing slow circles that make me gasp.
“Broderick,” I pant, hips jerking helplessly against his palm.
“Mmm?” His hum is all feigned innocence, though his fingers betray him.
“Please.” The word spills out before I can stop it.
He stills, just enough to make me ache.
“Please what, El?” he teases, lips grazing mine—close enough to taste, not enough to have.
“Please…it’s against the rules…”
He laughs, low and dangerous, lips at my ear. “I have no intention of breaking your rules—I’m going to fulfill them.”
A moan rips from my throat as I grind against his hand, heat pooling fast and sharp. My breath comes ragged, my resolve slipping like silk.
He swipes his thumb over my mouth. “If kissing these lips isn’t allowed…” His hand drops to my center, pressing harder “…then I’ll kiss these ones instead.”
His hands trail up my thighs, slow, savoring. “Hmm,” he hums, pleased. “Your body’s so fucking sexy.”
“Are we going to keep talking, or are you going to put that filthy mouth to work?” I challenge, though my voice trembles.
“You’ve got no idea what you’ve just done, baby.”
He yanks his shirt off in one swift motion. Before I can admire the view, his hands are on me, tugging, tearing.
“Broderick!” I yelp, but the sound of fabric tearing fills the room as he ruthlessly rips it apart, exposing my skin to the cool air.
“What the hell?!” I laugh breathlessly, heat flooding me.
“Oh, you wanted to play games,” he growls, biting my neck hard enough to make me cry out. “So, let’s fucking play—my way.”
His hands slide down, seizing my pants, ripping them open at the seam. In a blink I’m down to my bra and panties.
He hooks his fingers into them, dragging them down my legs.
“You’re a fucking menace,” I pant, chest heaving as he sinks to his knees.
My eyes widen, catching the dark hunger in his gaze.
He smirks, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Well, you’re about to be a mess.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me—tongue teasing at my entrance, slow, deliberate, savoring me like a man starved.
“Fuck,” I cry out, hands flying to his hair, but he grips my thighs apart, pinning me open against the wall, refusing to let me move.
“Broderick—” I moan, hips jerking, but his hold is iron.
He groans into me, tongue working deeper, hungrier, relentless. Every time I try to move, he presses me harder against the wall.
“Stay still, baby,” he rasps between strokes, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through me.
“God—fuck—” My thighs tremble as he flicks my clit, fast and merciless, every nerve strung tight, my body threatening to shatter.
“I’m so close, Brody…please,” I cry out.
He spreads me open further, throwing both my legs over his shoulders so I’m straddling his face.
Oh my fucking God.
And then—in one dizzying move—he lifts me up, still holding me open, with his mouth on me, tongue never leaving me, as I writhe in his hold.
“Oh—” I cry out as he tosses me on the bed, standing over me with dark, wild eyes, my slick coating his face.
He licks his lips and drops back down between my legs to kiss my pussy greedily. It feels incredible. I grind against his face, my hands running through his hair, as I feel the tingles of my orgasm.
He pulls away and blows cool air on my clit.
Ah. I was so fucking close.
“Thought you could tease me, huh?” he growls, voice rough as he comes back up and grabs my hips. He leans up and starts unzipping his pants, removing his belt in a flourish.
“You’ve seen enough,” he says, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over onto my stomach.
I squeal, but before I can say another word—
His hand comes down hard on my ass, a sharp smack that makes me yelp.
“Broderick!” I cry out, shocked and…aroused, my body jolting against the bed.
Did he just spank me?
“Naughty, needy little thing,” he growls darkly, leaning over me. his hand smoothing over my ass before giving me another hard slap that makes me moan this time—much to my surprise.
“Did you like that?” he teases, his voice dark silk, wrapping around me like a vice.
I bury my face in the pillow, mortified at how much it turned me on.
“Say it, Elena.” His cock presses against me, heavy, unrelenting. “Say you want me.”
I whimper, so wet, so ready it borders on pain.
“I—I want it.”
“You want what?” he taunts, dragging against me slow, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers stroking just enough to make me writhe.
“You,” I gasp. “I want you.”
I hear the rip of foil—probably a condom.
“Good girl,” he growls.
Then—before I can draw another breath—
He lines up. The anticipation coils through my veins.
Broderick pushes in slow, and I gasp, body tightening around him. Before I can brace myself to take him, he pulls back, dragging the tip along my slit.
I moan, helpless, hips twitching.
He aligns again, pressing a few more inches deeper this time—then pulls away just as slow.
“Please,” I plead, breathless.
Broderick chuckles, dark and wicked. He’s punishing me. Drawing it out because I teased him. Making me beg.
Smug bastard.
He pushes in again—deeper this time. The stretch is maddening. My hands clutch at the sheets, a grunt spilling from my lips.
“Please, Broderick,” I mewl, trembling. “I need it.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
He slams into me from behind in one hard, deep thrust, burying himself.
Finally.
“Fuck!”
My eyes rolling back as he fills me—so deep, so full—I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t stop.
The stretch is exquisite, pain laced with pleasure as I clench around him.
Broderick groans, his hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back as he starts to thrust deep and rough, each snap of his hips making me cry out.
“This what you wanted, huh?” he pants, fucking me harder, making the bed creak under us. “Wanted to tease me? Get me worked up? Act like a little brat?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, rocking back into him, desperate for more.