Chapter 17 #2
“Let’s get that off you,” he said, pulling the camisole over my head. I was wearing a tiny white strapless bra, but Braden wasn’t looking at it. Instead, he was getting a good glimpse at all my tattoos, especially the sleeves. “Looks like I have a lot of catching up to do.”
“In the art department?”
“Yeah. These are so beautiful, just like you,” he said, taking my hand and kissing my wrist where one of the first tattoos I’d ever gotten resided.
It was hard to make it out now, the tiny vines and roses that mimicked a bracelet, wrapped around my wrist, but it was there, my first act of serious rebellion.
“Yours are nice too,” I said, touching my hand to his upper right arm where a musical staff had been inked.
I knew he had the Once Upon a Riot logo tattooed on the back of one of his shoulders, because Dani had shown me hers and told me they’d all gotten one.
But Braden’s were minimal, the staff being the biggest one. “Is this real music here?”
Braden was kissing my arm, licking his tongue up to the crease at my elbow, and paused there. “Yeah. It’s the first line of music I ever wrote.”
“Wow,” I said again as his lips met mine again, and I began unbuckling his belt.
We could explore each other’s bodies all night, but I wanted this man more than I could remember wanting anything as an adult.
As I pulled the belt out from the loops on his slacks, he unlatched my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“My shoes are going to take a little more work,” I said against his mouth.
“Mine too.” So we sat on the bed, Braden untying his shoes while I unzipped my boots. And then I pushed him back on the bed, straddling him, feeling his erection against my underside. I gasped, now feeling needy to the point of pain.
Leaning over him, I kissed him hard, taking in a deep whiff of his spicy cologne as his fingers skimmed over my breasts, causing the nipples to grow stiff again.
In a frenzy, I began unbuttoning his pants, and he mirrored my actions.
Frantically, I rolled over, pulling off my pants and panties and tiny socks and Braden took the hint, removing his pants and black boxer briefs that could no longer contain his monster.
Then I swallowed, momentarily coming to my senses. At one time, I’d kept condoms in my nightstand, but I’d tossed them out a couple of months ago because they were expired. “Do you have a condom?”
With a slight grin, he said, “I do.” In response, I wrapped my legs around his torso, ready to take him in as soon as he had it on. But he kissed me gently, teasingly, pulling on my lower lip again before he spoke. “Our tour manager makes us keep them in our wallets.”
“What a cliché.”
“Yeah, but for once, I’m glad he did.”
“So grab one then,” I said, wanting to move on with the proceedings.
“I will…but first, I want to taste all of you, Roxy. Every last inch of you.”
My body tensed at his promise, and he wasn’t going to waste any time. As his lips moved to my neck, I moaned and almost whined. “Can you do that later? I need you inside me now.”
“I think I know what you need.” Drawing my breast into his mouth, he sucked gently before flicking his tongue over the nipple, causing me to let out soft impatient sighs.
Then he moved his tongue to my other breast, and I squirmed as the tip of his cock brushed against my thigh, leaving a wet bead behind.
My body was quivering now, already on the precipice of release.
Fortunately, Braden didn’t yet fulfill his promise, instead kissing down my belly until he paused between my legs.
He did kiss both my thighs and ran his tongue along the right one until he reached the vertex between them and gently touched the tip of his tongue to my clit.
I groaned then, already feeling the depths of unspent pleasure, already so close to letting it all go.
But he was taking his time, as if wanting to explore every centimeter of my womanhood—and even the light touch and slow speed did nothing to decrease my arousal, so that when he focused all his attention on that cluster of excited nerves, my whole world crashed around me, hitting me with wave after wave of pleasure.
Never before had a man made me feel so good.
Never before had a man taken my heart like Braden.
I cried out his name and, as my body was finally relaxing, he slowed down. After kissing my inner thigh again, he said, “I could do that again.”
“No, I want you inside me, Braden. I’ve waited long enough.”
Smiling softly, he reached over the bed and found his slacks.
I felt so spent that I allowed my eyes to close, waiting patiently.
I heard him tear the packet apart and suspected he left the empty wrapper on my nightstand, based on how his body moved around.
When it came time to roll it on his cock, though, I couldn’t resist peeking.
His manhood size was what I imagined was average, but I hadn’t had enough experience to really know. I did know that he would feel incredibly amazing inside me and, after he’d rolled the condom over his shaft, I wrapped my hands around it. Braden grinned. “I thought you wanted me inside you.”
“I do…but I want to feel you with my hands first.”
He let out a groan, closing his eyes while he allowed me to get acquainted. And then I said, “Okay, now.”
Had he not been so aroused, he probably would have laughed, but, just as I’d asked, he moved inside me, and again I felt the fires in me flame back up, ready to give myself into pleasure again.
It wasn’t long before we were both in the throes of orgasm, holding each other, appreciating how each other’s body could give the other so much bliss.
Afterward, he held me close, and I felt like I was wrapped in more love than I’d ever felt before. Braden knew me and I knew him…and, even though we had so much more to learn about each other, we were on the right track.
When we’d cooled down and our breathing had slowed to normal, he whispered against my head, “Are you okay if I stay the night?”
Rolling around, I touched my nose to his, getting lost in his warm brown eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if you spent every night.”
His smile nearly gobbled his eyes. “I think I’d like that too.”