Chapter 22
Lily
“My God,” I moaned as my toes hit the water.
Brady had carried me, naked, down the steps of his Jacuzzi, settling us into the center of the oversized tub, not near the inner row of seats or jets, just directly in the middle of it all. His hands surrounded my now-wet, slippery body.
“This feels incredible.” My legs stayed circled around his waist, my arms on his neck, the water bubbling around us.
The moment he’d brought me out here, I realized he was right about the privacy. Despite the house being built on the edge of a cliff, his patio without a screen or fence around it, his home was situated in a way that unless someone was flying overhead, they wouldn’t be able to see a thing.
Which alleviated my fear of David somehow peeking in.
Without that worry hanging over me, I could fully concentrate on the way Brady was touching me.
Kissing my neck.
Working me up to the point where I couldn’t take much more teasing.
I needed him.
In every way.
“I missed this.” He was touching the outside of my pussy, rubbing it with just a finger. After every few swipes, he would graze my clit and then focus on the top and sides. “I’ve fucking dreamed about this.”
“It’s yours.”
Something I couldn’t believe I could say—out loud, to his face—but it was true.
Since I’d met him on the commercial plane, Brady had mentally owned this body.
“Giving it to me, Lily, means I can do anything I want to it. You’d better think about that long and hard before you say those words to me again.”
That statement ran from my head to my feet, and it brought chills and goose bumps with it.
I leaned into his neck, the steam making the ends of his hair wet, and they tickled my mouth as I whispered into his ear, “It’s yours.”
“Fuck me.” His hands moved up my waist, over my navel, pinching my nipples on their way to my face. “I need you to be honest with me.”
“I’d never lie to you.”
He stilled my waist so I couldn’t move. “Are you on anything?”
I nodded. “You have nothing to worry about. My IUD has been in for years.”
“I’ve never gone without a condom. But the thought of putting one on right now, with you, I don’t like it.”
The stars and moon were above us, giving off just enough light that I could see the devilish look on his face.
“I’m turning you into the sinner …”
“I was one long before you, baby.”
His grip lightened, and now that I could wiggle, his hard-on was positioned over my clit. I lifted myself up just enough that his tip was aimed at my entrance.
“Would the sinner like to feel how wet I am?”
“Lily …” His fingers dived into my damp strands, and he fisted a handful of my locks. “Do you know how good it’s going to feel when your wetness is dripping over my dick?” He pulled my hair so my neck tilted back, exposing my throat, his lips landing just under my chin. “When I get to feel your pussy clenching and tightening around me.” He kissed down to my collarbone. “When I get to fill you with my fucking cum.”
I lowered a few inches, taking in his crown, stopping when I was less than halfway.
Without a condom on, he felt bigger, and I questioned whether I could even handle his size. But without the latex covering him, the feel of his skin was incredible. And with the slickness I was adding, I could bob freely, taking in more than I’d thought.
“Why don’t you tell me how this feels?” I moaned so loud as I dipped again, halting when I reached his base.
“I could come right fucking now.” His hands sank into my butt, ensuring I didn’t move. “Goddamn, you’re tight.” He kissed up my neck. “And your cunt is so fucking hot.” His lips hovered over mine. “And it’s pulsing around me.”
I also wasn’t breathing, but he wouldn’t know that.
The fullness had completely taken all the air out of me.
I didn’t want it back.
I wanted to feel just like this forever.
“Give me those lips, Lily.”
I held the back of his neck, bringing our faces closer, but there was still a small distance between us.
“I want you to give them to me because when I pull out and thrust back inside of you, I want to taste the pleasure on your mouth.” He licked his bottom lip. “I want to feel your moan all the way in my body.”
If there was a flaw in this man, I couldn’t see it.
I couldn’t feel it.
He was perfection.
And the moment I mashed our lips together, he reared his hips back and plunged into me.
“Brady!” A scream came first, followed by a moan. “Ah!”
“Fuck yes!” he hissed.
He didn’t stop at one thrust. There was a pattern that went with the flick of his hips, sending me bouncing on top of the water. He then gyrated, hitting my walls and G-spot before he pulled back and did it all over again.
All I could do was hold on to him.
Because where he was in his dominant era, I was just taking it.
Swallowing it.
My body building around it.
The tingles instantly ignited, trickling their way into my stomach, where a heat was beginning to churn.
“You’re going to come. I can feel it.”
“I can’t hold it off,” I panted across his mouth.
“I don’t want you to, but I want you to remember something …”
He wanted me to think?
Process?
Respond?
“You gave me this.” He was squeezing my ass, but I was pretty sure he meant my entire body. “Which means I get to do whatever I want. You recall that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I dragged out.
“Then, get ready to enjoy this …”
My orgasm was lifting, bringing a wave that I was fully unprepared for.
But something else was happening.
An invasion I didn’t expect.
One that started with his finger, circling the rim of my ass.
An area of my body that had never been touched.
“Brady!”
“Is this a virgin ass?”
More than just a virgin—nothing, not even a finger, had ever been near it.
“Yes.”
He growled, “Fuck.” And then, “Don’t worry, I’m going to be nice to it.”
Even if he was nice, I didn’t know what it was going to feel like. But right now, with what he was already doing to me and how he was making me feel, I was far too gone to even want him to stop.
“You have no idea how good you’re about to feel.” As his syllables hit my skin, they sent shivers through me.
I was taking in every second of this. Every bit of movement. My breath coming out in short gasps each time his finger shifted to a new spot.
I found myself arching toward him.
Almost … asking for it.
Not out of curiosity, but strangely out of need.
And after a few curves around, he slid in.
“Whoa,” I exhaled, the feeling nothing at all what I had anticipated.
The little ache that initially came through was quickly dissolved.
And it became enticing.
Satisfying.
Fulfilling, like I’d needed this all along and I never knew I was craving it.
My upper body pressed against his, my arms suddenly holding on for dear life, my legs confined to his waist, locking me in place.
Because the last thing I wanted was for anything to change.
I wanted everything he was giving me, just the way he was giving it to me.
“Lily, you have one fucking tight little ass.” When he shifted upward with his dick, so did his finger, both going in the same direction. “But you’re taking that finger, and I can feel how much you’re loving it.”
“Don’t”—I searched for my voice, unsure if I could even form a sound—“stop.”
A deep, gritty chuckle hit my ears. “Never. Not when I know I’m making you feel this good.”
It only took a few more beats of the duo, of the combined sensation, before I was screaming, “Brady,” at the top of my lungs.
“You’re tightening, damn it. Fuck!”
The peak slammed into me like two cars headed toward one another in the same lane. And when they collided—his finger and his dick—the impact was crushing.
That was what he did to me.
He imploded my orgasm.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.” He held our lips together, and I breathed him in. “That’s it, Lily. Let me feel it.”
Once my name left him, I connected our mouths.
That kiss just gave me one more thing to hold on to.
Because if there was an edge, he’d goaded me there, and I’d been teetering around it.
Except I no longer had a choice.
I had to let go.
And when I did, I didn’t just tiptoe past it.
I fucking jumped.
“Give it to me,” he barked, his speed increasing, the intensity doubling. “Fucking give it to me.”
With that came shudders and more screams.
I didn’t know if I was still kissing him.
If my eyes were closed.
If I was meeting him in the middle or moving at all because my brain was no longer connected to my body.
In this moment, all I could do was accept.
Feel.
Experience.
“Oh! My! God!”
The ride was nearing the end, the momentum slowing, the pressure fading. The fullness lightening until it was only half the friction since his hand was gone, leaving just his dick.
Even the breath that swished across my face, whispering, “Lily,” was softening.
“I don’t know what you just did to me.” I sighed.
“But …”
I had to push the sexy aches away just to gather my thoughts. “But I want it again. And again.”
He smiled only inches from my face.
It was the kind of smile that told me I’d seen nothing yet.
Which I couldn’t fathom.
Because this was … this was more than anything I’d ever had.
“Mmm.” His lips moved to my neck, his hands on my breasts, pulling my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, veering me toward pain, but never taking it to that extreme. “It’s time for you to come again.”
Although he was still inside me, he wasn’t moving. It was as if he knew I needed the sensitivity to go away first.
“Which means it’s time for you to come,” I told him.
His exhale was animalistic, rough, and raspy. “Right inside your pussy.”
“I want that.” I narrowed my grip around his neck. “I want that now.”
He kissed me, delicately at first, like he was tasting, memorizing, learning me all over. That quickly switched to a tempo filled with need and desire. His hands caressed my back and sides, the top of my butt before he worked his way up, his thumbs soothing my nipples after he pulled them. The end of each of our breaths came out in a moan. And as he devoured my lips, he began to carefully move his hips, pulling back as far as his crown and sinking in.
“Oh, yes!” I gulped.
With each thrust, he went deeper.
He went harder.
He went faster.
And before I could even prepare my mind for what was happening inside my body, he flipped me around, gliding me across the water until I reached one of the corners of the tub.
“Hold on to the edge,” he demanded.
As I found the roundness he’d referred to and clung to it, the waves from the movement splashing over my fingers, he positioned himself behind me, between my legs, extending them around him so I was straddling him backward. He then aimed me higher against the wall of the Jacuzzi so the jet was positioned right over—“Oh!”—my clit.
“You like that?”
“I—”
My voice cut off as he drove in, filling me.
Completely.
Holy fuck!
Aside from my ass, there wasn’t a spot on my body that went untouched. The front of my pussy was stimulated by the power of the water, as though I were holding a vibrator against it; the inside was getting the friction it needed from his strokes.
“Brady …”
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
Nothing I could say could describe this.
It wasn’t worthy of words.
I couldn’t even begin to formulate how I was feeling, so I breathed, “What is happening?” It was an honest question that I didn’t know the answer to. Because I’d never had this. I’d never even come close to anything like this. “Brady, fuck!”
“Do you want more?”
How was that even an option?
“You can do more?”
“Ask me for it, Lily …”
“Give me more?—”
Before I could get the whole sentence out, still curious what more would even look like, I quickly got my answer.
It came in the form of a pace. It was as if I’d wound him up and set him free, like he hadn’t exerted any energy until now. As fast as the water was streaming in front of me, he was matching the intensity. But it didn’t come just straight on, like the jet, he swiveled his hips.
He rocked.
He pumped.
And as my body began to reach that hard, overpowering crest, his moans told me he was as close as I was.
I looked over my shoulder. His gaze immediately found mine, and his eyelids narrowed, lips open and feral. The concentration and passion in his expression was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Make me come, Brady.” I wrapped my fingers around the rough edge. “Make us come together.”
“Is that what you want?”
I murmured, “Yes.”
I didn’t think asking for more was even a possibility.
But he proved me wrong.
Whatever he’d been reserving, he gave it to me. His strokes changed. They were sharper. Needier. They went from tip to base, entrance to G-spot before I could even take a breath.
But that wasn’t all of it.
There was the jet that was massaging my pulsing clit.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted.
“Tell me you want me to come. I need to hear you say it.”
“Please,” I cried. “Come in me.” I then begged, “Brady, I need it.”
“Fuck!”
His voice, that grumble, tore through me at the same time my orgasm shuddered through my core. It was right at that moment, when I was hanging at the top, the sparks erupting, that I felt him lose it.
“Yes!” I screamed as he twisted even harder, as the wetness turned thicker, telling me he was adding to it.
Filling me.
Just like he’d wanted.
“Brady!”
“Your fucking cunt …” His movements still came in spikes, but not as fast. “I’m going to fucking fill you, Lily.” He pounded me several times. “Hell yeah!”
My muscles were quaking as I started my descent, little screams leaving my mouth, my fingers squeezing whatever was within them.
I was coming down from one hell of a high, and with that came quietness and stillness.
When he reached the same level as me, he gently pulled out and turned me around, capturing me in his arms. He held me on his lap as he took a seat on the ledge and propped me up against him.
“You ravished me tonight.” I was smiling, although I wasn’t sure how; I had nothing left in me.
“I wasn’t nice to her … was I?” He was rubbing the outside of my pussy, lightly tracing down to my entrance. “I can feel my cum dripping out of you.” He whistled as the air left his mouth, his head shaking. “This is the first time I’ve ever felt that, and, shit, I’ve got to say, it’s nothing like I expected.”
“No?”
His lips nuzzled my ear. “Everything with you just keeps getting better.”