Chapter Eight #3
She moves her hands from the cushions and puts them on my head, sliding her fingers through my hair. When she tugs on it lightly, I groan against her pussy.
“Oh my God, Brody. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close,” she says, panting.
Her hips start to lose their rhythm, and I can tell she’s getting close, so I add another finger, but I’m hesitant to go as deep as I want to.
I should probably do a little more research on this before we go too far.
The thought crosses my mind, just as I start to feel her inner muscles contract around my fingers.
“Holy fuck,” she pants. “Literal stars exploding behind my eyelids right now. This is wild. I feel like everything is in hypercolor.”
I mentally pat myself on the back because while I know what I’m doing in the bedroom, and going down on a woman is one of my very favorite things to do, this — being with her — is different.
The feeling of her coming around my mouth—the shattered gasps, her thighs locking around my head, her inner walls sucking on my fingers—completely undoes me.
I don’t even have time to reach for the button on my pants.
I stay buried between her legs, my tongue and fingers working through every last wave of her orgasm while my own body begs for release.
A sudden, white-hot rush rips through me, and before I can get a single breath in, I come hard right there in my clothes.
A low, muffled groan tears from my throat against her pussy, as my cum drenches my boxers, soaking through my pants.
I pull my head back and press my forehead against the soft skin of her inner thigh, my chest heaving.
Ellis is still panting above me, her hands tangled in my hair.
“Brody…” she says, her voice raspy. “Did you…?”
I lift my head slowly, looking up at her with a grin.
“Yeah.” I chuckle lightly. “Didn’t even have time to get it out of my pants. Feeling you come destroyed me.”
A wicked smirk spreads across her flushed face, her eyes glittering with the reflection of the tree lights. “Good.”
I pull my finger out of her and place one last kiss on her mound.
After I adjust my dick in my pants, I move behind her when she turns to the side to make room for me.
She’s still a little breathless, and her skin is glowing in the firelight.
I wrap my arms around her mostly naked body as she catches her breath.
I try to keep my hips pulled back so she doesn’t feel the wet spot, but she wiggles her body so we’re back to chest, hips touching.
“Brody,” she whispers, her voice soft, as she turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder.
“Hmm,” I murmur, my hand moving in slow strokes across her hip and down the side of her thigh.
“I’m really glad you came over tonight.”
“Me too.”
“Can you stay the night?”
“I wish I could, but I can’t tonight. But listen, I swear I didn’t come over with the intention of laying you out on your couch and devouring your sweet pussy. I really just wanted to give you my gift.” I kiss her neck.
“Thank you. I feel like I’m saying that to you a lot, but I mean it. You’re a really special man, and I’m so lucky to have you standing by my side while I go through this.”
“You make it easy, Ellis. You’re a special woman.”
We lay there for a minute, soaking in the words we’ve just said. But after a few long minutes, I set my chin on her shoulder.
“Hey,” I whisper when I notice her eyes are closed. She turns her head at the sound of my voice, and her eyes flutter open lazily.
“If I don’t leave in the next few minutes,” I say, my voice gravelly. “Buck might eat my couch, but more importantly, I might not have the willpower to walk out that door.”
She lets out a soft laugh, her hand sliding behind my head and holding me close. “Okay, I get it.”
“How about the next time you come to mine, we have a sleepover? I don’t think I trust Buck to behave himself in this place. It’s too fancy for us rugged boys.” I lean in to drop one last kiss onto her full lips.
Reluctantly, I sit up, then I help her shift on the sofa and hand her her clothes.
When I stand, I adjust my dick under my jeans, hoping the wet spot is almost dry before I have to walk through the lobby to the garage.
Once she’s dressed, she stands. “Don’t forget your gift,” she says, handing me the bottle of whiskey.
“Thank you. I’ll have a glass to celebrate, hopefully, after the game.”
She smiles and walks me back to the foyer and hands me my coat.
“Good luck,” she says, stepping closer, wrapping her arms around my waist for a lingering hug. “We’ll be watching.”
“Will you be wearing my jersey?”
The thought stirs my dick again.
“Maybe…”
“Ouch, okay. How about if you do, you send me a pic?”
“Deal,” she says, pulling away to open the door.
“Merry Christmas, Princess.”
“Merry Christmas, Brody.”
I step out into the hallway and wait until the double doors shut before stepping into the elevator.
As it descends, I lean my head back against the mirrored wall, a slow smile spreading across my face.
I look down at the bottle in my hands, the same hands that held her, touched her, made her come, and I know without a doubt I need more.
This can’t be a one-time thing, but I’ll let her set the pace.