Chapter 24 Brady #2
I pushed up, an elbow on either side of her head. God, here we go. “I’ve…um, I’ve only ever been with two other people.”
Collins’s expression softened, and she brought a hand up to my cheek. “Did I go too fast?” she asked. “I’m sorry.”
I leaned into her touch. “No, it’s not you,” I said.
“I want you. I want you so fucking bad, but I’m just…
I don’t know if I’m good at this with someone else, and really really want it to be good for you.
I want to do it right.” I wanted her back to arch under my touch.
I wanted to feel her come all over me. I wanted to be the reason she felt almost unbearably good.
“It will be, Brady. You’re good for me,” she said. “But we don’t have to do this tonight—not if you’re feeling pressure.”
“I want you, Collins.”
“I want you, too,” she said. “But I want you to feel comfortable. I want you to feel good—not just because we’re having sex, but because it feels right for us to be together that way.”
Collins pushed at me gently and rolled us so she was straddling my hips.
My cock ached for her—she was so close. I wrapped my arms around her waist as tightly as I could.
I didn’t want her to get away from me. “We can keep doing this,” she said, rolling her hips slightly, and I hissed a breath.
“I’m super happy to just make out with you—put my mouth all over you.
Making out is severely underrated, in my opinion.
My presidential platform would be more make-outs everywhere—in books, movies, real life—literally everywhere.
” I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs.
“We could also call it a night and go watch a movie on the couch,” she said. “I’m just happy to be with you, B.”
There was so much feeling in her voice. I was shocked I didn’t melt underneath her. “Kiss me some more,” I said.
Collins’s perfect mouth stretched into a feline smile as she leaned down to me.
“I’m a big fan of your mouth,” she said before sealing ours together.
She rolled her hips again—just lightly enough to drive me absolutely fucking insane.
I moved my hands to her ass and let my fingers slip into the soft flesh—talk about wanting to bite something, my god.
I didn’t notice when she reached one of her hands around her back to unclasp her bra until she rose up again to pull it off.
The silver barbells in each of her nipples glinted in the dark.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed. I didn’t think Collins would ever stop surprising me, and the thought made me grin into our kiss.
The feeling of her bare body against mine, along with the cold metal, nearly sent me over the edge.
“I’m so turned on, Brady, fuck,” Collins moaned. “I—I have an idea,” she said as she pressed her forehead against mine. She wasn’t close enough. I wanted her closer. “Do you want to watch me?”
“Wh-what?” I asked.
“I’ll show you what I do to get myself off,” she breathed. “Do you want to watch me?” she asked again.
“Yes,” I said. I didn’t even think about it. Did I want to watch her fuck herself? Yeah, absolutely, no doubt about it.
She rolled off me, starting to unbutton her pants, but I stopped her.
“I can do this part,” I said. “Let me.” Collins let her hands fall to the mattress while I undid the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down.
I kissed her stomach as I inched her jeans slowly down her legs—torturously slow for the both of us.
Her panties were black and lacy. “Is this the type of underwear you’re wearing around all the time? ” I asked.
“They make me feel hot,” she breathed.
“You are hot, Collins,” I said with a kiss to her hip bone. “Should I take these off, too?”
“Yeah,” Collins moaned. When I slid off her underwear, I sat back on my knees where I had the perfect view of her spread out before me. I couldn’t believe I now had this woman fully naked in my bed, and I wasn’t going to fuck her myself.
But I liked that she wanted me to watch. I liked that she cared that I was taking it slow, and that she didn’t make me feel like less of a man because of it.
“Show me,” I said. My voice was nearly unrecognizable as I watched her spread her legs and dip one of her hands between her pretty thighs. I tracked her hand with my gaze, and moaned when I saw her bare, wet pussy. “Talk to me while you do it,” I begged. “Tell me everything you like.”
“I like the way you’re looking at me,” she said. She kept one hand on her breasts. “Like you’re ready to pounce.” She had no clue how true that was. She started playing with herself—moving two of her fingers over her clit.
I took my cock out of my boxers and grasped it with the same hand I was holding her panties in, and I watched her hips roll with her movements. “I like stimulation like this,” she said. “And I like being filled.”
One of her fingers disappeared inside her, and my dick jerked. “I would want you deeper, though,” she said. “Where only you could reach.” I stroked my hand up and down. “I’d want your mouth on my tits, too,” she said as she squeezed her breasts.
“Fucking hell,” I said.
“I’d want you to go slow at first—until both of us couldn’t take anymore, until you had no choice but to pound into me over and over again.” Her voice was getting breathier, less controlled. I watched her chest heave and her fingers speed up on her cunt.
“God,” she moaned. “I’m so wet for you, and you haven’t even touched me here. This is all for you.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to touch her. “Let me help, baby. Please, can I help?” I was begging her. I sounded possessed, and maybe I was—by her.
Collins nodded. “Please,” she said.
I moved up closer to her, and I kept stroking my cock as I moved my other hand near her entrance. “How many fingers, baby?” I asked.
“Two,” she breathed. “Please.”
I slid my middle and pointer fingers into her and then out—she was so fucking wet and warm, and I moaned when I saw my fingers covered in her. “Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that.”
I matched the pace of the circles she was making on her clit. Her breaths got shorter, and I felt her starting to tighten around my fingers, but I didn’t speed up. She didn’t tell me to, so I kept my pace.
“God, Brady,” she moaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, baby,” I said, and couldn’t fucking believe that I had a front-row seat to this. “I can feel you. I can feel your perfect cunt getting tighter around me. Fuck.”
“Speed up a little,” she moaned. “Deeper.” I did what she said and felt like I’d won the lottery when her back started to bow off the mattress.
Her pussy had my fingers in a vise, and after a few seconds, her body went rigid and her mouth fell open.
Her fingers stopped on her clit, but I didn’t.
I kept pumping mine in and out of her—desperate to take her all the way through this.
Her moans were hot as hell, and I realized I was almost there, too. I kept stroking my cock with her panties, loving the way the friction felt against the sensitive skin. “Come on me,” Collins moaned.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes. I want it.” My movements sped up, and I got close to her. “I love watching you. Oh my god.”
“I’m close, baby.”
“I need it, Brady, please,” she whined. The way her voice sounded—so fucking desperate and needy—sent me over the edge. My orgasm rushed down my spine and barreled through me. I kept stroking myself while I painted her stomach.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Holy fuck.”
For a second, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.
I gently rubbed the sides of her thighs.
I needed to touch her while I watched her come down.
I wanted to memorize the way her chest was heaving and the way her breath sounded.
After a few minutes, Collins gave me a wicked smile. “That was fun,” she said.
“That was…fuck, yeah. That was fun.” I nodded and looked at her stomach again. It was covered in me. “I’ll clean you up,” I said. But instead of going to get a towel, I put my hand on her stomach so I could rub my cum into her skin.
“That shouldn’t be hot,” she breathed. “Why is that hot?”
“Who fucking knows,” I said, and kissed her. Hard, then soft. “I could watch you do that for the rest of forever.”
“Ditto,” she said.
“One sec.” I pulled back and actually went to get a towel this time. When I came back to my bedroom, Collins was right where I left her—right where I wanted her to stay.
I cleaned her off gently before lying down next to her and pulling her into my arms. I wanted to be as close to her as possible.
I wanted to feel every part of my skin against her.
“Thank you,” I whispered, and kissed her head.
Everything felt more…intimate after what we just did—more vulnerable.
I felt like I’d cut my chest open and laid my heart out at Collins’s feet.
Lucky for me, she handled it with care. “For that. For being patient with me.”
Her hand was rubbing at my chest. “You’re worth everything, Brady.”