Chapter 5
LEXI
“No, I’m serious. Daphne is going to kill me,” I sighed as I tried to push Brandon off of me.
“Whoa, what’s the hurry?” he protested.
“This was a mistake. I gotta go.” I pushed him again, and that time he rolled over to the side enough that I could get up.
As I was getting off the bed, he grabbed my wrist. “Wait a minute, please. Don’t run off,” he pleaded.
Ripping my arm out of his grasp, I started gathering my discarded clothes from where they lay strewn across the room.
“I can’t. I’m serious, Brandon. That was great, really, but it cannot happen again because I promised Daphne I wouldn’t.
” I continued to spiral. “I can’t believe I did that.
She’s going to kill me. Forget this happened. ”
“No chance of that, Sweetheart,” he answered with a grin that made my clit pulse. He sat back against the headboard and put his hands up behind his head. He didn’t even have the decency to cover himself, so that monster between his legs was staring back at me, too.
“And stop calling me Sweetheart!” I practically shouted as I haphazardly threw my clothes on. I needed to get the fuck out of there. If I didn’t, there was a good chance that I’d jump on top of him and go for round two. I looked away and dug my phone out of my purse. I needed an Uber, stat.
“Okay, Lexi. Can you sit down for a second?” Brandon was being so calm and reasonable, but everything in me was telling me I needed to run for the hills. His infuriatingly handsome smile, his charming personality, that monster hog—he was too good to be true. Regardless, I wasn’t interested.
“No thanks. I’m calling an Uber.” I held up my phone and looked back in his direction. That was a mistake because he was hard again and stroking that beast of a cock with a devilish look in his eye.
“Are you sure I can’t tempt you to stay?” he said and then licked his lips slowly.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I screeched. “I thought you were the nice brother.”
“Like I said, sometimes I can be naughty, too.” Then that motherfucker actually winked at me.
I moved closer to the bed, my legs moving of their own volition. Brandon lifted his chin. “Come on, Sweetheart, come sit on Santa’s lap.”
I squeezed my thighs together, tension already building back between them.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.
He was the kind of fuck that I’d want a repeat of, again and again.
I knew better than to give in, but my pussy had a mind of her own sometimes.
Like at that moment, that treacherous bitch was calling the shots.
“Fuck it,” I breathed as my eyes popped open.
I mean, I’d already fucked him once. A second round wouldn’t change anything.
Brandon’s smile cracked wide across his face. “Fuck, yeah. Get that sexy ass back in this bed.” He stopped stroking himself long enough to grab a fresh condom and sheath himself.
I tossed my phone and purse back onto the floor and made quick work of removing my clothes again.
Then I crawled onto the bed and straddled him.
Using the headboard for support, I hovered above him and took his cock in my hand, giving it a rough tug.
A deep growl erupted from his chest. I gave him one more squeeze before lifting up and impaling myself on him.
Oh, fuck yes! His cock was perfection, and coming from a cock connoisseur like me, that was saying something.
He grabbed onto my hips, squeezing and massaging my flesh, guiding my movements as I rode him.
I arched my back, and his mouth found my breast, licking and sucking on my stiff nipple.
I leaned into him more, angling myself so that my clit rubbed his pelvic bone.
Working in short rhythmic thrusts, I brought us both to the edge again quickly.
He started thrusting up into me more forcefully, and I cried out as my orgasm enveloped me.
I kept up my pace through my climax and then grabbed Brandon’s face between my hands.
Looking him in the eyes, I asked, “So, Santa, what’s the verdict? Am I on the naughty or nice list?”
A deep laugh escaped him, and suddenly I was being tossed from his lap, and he was behind me, pushing back into me. From this angle, I could feel his size more acutely. Damn, he was big.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Sweetheart.” He gripped my hips hard and pounded into me. “Ready for your punishment?”
“Do your worst,” I taunted.
“You’re such a brat, Lexi.” Whack! His hand came down hard on my ass, but his other hand held firm at my hip, holding me in place.
“Again,” I encouraged him. I loved a little pain with my pleasure, and most of my one-night stands were too chickenshit to give me what I craved most. His hand came down again, and I pushed back into him. “More.”
“You like it when it hurts, don’t you, baby?”
“Mmmhmm,” I hummed in response.
He gripped my hair at the back of my head and pulled me up so my back was to his chest, but kept up his pace, driving into me deeper somehow at the new angle.
One hand wrapped around my throat, and the other moved to toy with my swollen clit.
I reached up to squeeze his hand on my throat.
Hopefully, he recognized that this was me giving consent for more and not telling him to stop.
Understanding what I wanted, his grip on my throat tightened, and I could feel that euphoria creeping closer.
Just a little more. Black spots dotted my eyes.
His fingers circled my clit at a steady speed and pressure while his cock continued to fill me.
“Come for me, Lexi,” he breathed into my ear.
And then, right when I thought I might pass out, stars danced behind my closed eyes, and that euphoria I was so desperate for spread throughout my body.
I came hard as Brandon released his grip on my neck and moved his arm to my waist to steady me.
“Good girl.” His paced slowed as he fucked me through another orgasm, finding his own release a few moments later.
Exhausted, I fell onto the bed, unable to move or form words.
I felt the bed shift as Brandon lifted me to right me in the bed, placing my head on a pillow.
He crawled in behind me and covered us with a light blanket, wrapping his strong arm around me.
This is usually when I’d be running for the fucking hills, and I would as soon as my body started working again.
But I was so comfortable and so satisfied, I just lay there and let it happen.
I woke with my heart pounding as I took in my surroundings. I was still at Brandon’s, his muscular arm still wrapped around me. His warm, woodsy scent invaded my senses. How the fuck did I let this happen? What time was it? It was still dark, at least, but I needed to get out of there.
Brandon’s steady breathing told me he was asleep. The chances of my getting out of there without waking him were slim, but I attempted to move his arm so I could get up. He tightened his grip. “Mmmm, where do you think you’re going?” he murmured at my neck.
Fuck. “I gotta pee,” I lied. Well, I guess it wasn’t a lie. I did actually have to pee, but more importantly, I needed a reason to get up and leave.
He gave me a squeeze, kissed the side of my head, and released me. “Hurry back,” he whispered as he rolled over. I don’t fucking think so.
Quietly gathering my things, I hurried into the en suite, thankful for the sliver of light peeking through the curtain from a street lamp.
I shut the door softly and then flipped on the light.
Damn, I looked like a hot fucking mess. Wild hair and mascara everywhere.
I checked my phone. 2:11 am. Yep, time to go.
I ordered an Uber and then threw on my clothes.
Flicking the light off, I slowly opened the bathroom door and tiptoed out of Brandon’s room.
A floorboard in the hall creaked, and I froze.
“Lexi?” Brandon called groggily from his room.
Ignoring him, I kept going out the front door, down the stairs, and walked to the corner where my Uber would pick me up.