Chapter Fifteen
Strangely, Britt wasn’t nervous at all. She was excited. Keyed up. Horny.
Chad Young loved her. It was a miracle. She still couldn’t believe she’d heard him right. She’d always hoped to find a man who would love her for who she was, and it was hard to wrap her mind around the fact that Chad felt the same way about her as she did for him.
She’d thought about this moment for quite a while now.
Masturbating to the thought of his hands on her was nothing compared to the real thing.
His calloused fingers on her breast had almost made her come.
She was relieved Evelyn had arrived when she had, because Britt had been two seconds away from pulling Chad’s pants off and going down on him right there on the couch.
How embarrassing would it have been if Evelyn had walked in and seen that ?
As hard as she and Chad had tried to act like nothing was going on when she’d arrived, his mom had known anyway. But thankfully she hadn’t seemed upset. The way she’d fled to her room was obvious and hysterical. Almost as funny as how fast she and Chad had gone upstairs.
Britt got ready for bed in record time. She kind of wanted to check out the secret panel in the closet, but it was quicker to just use the regular door.
She’d have time later to inspect it, pretend she was a teenager sneaking into Chad’s room.
For now, she wanted to be ready and waiting when he came upstairs.
She heard him on the steps, then entering the bathroom in the hall.
Anticipation swam through Britt’s veins, and she second-guessed her decision to come to his bed wearing nothing at all.
She probably should’ve at least tried to be a little demure.
Maybe put on the oversize T-shirt she usually wore to bed.
He might’ve wanted to undress her himself.
Shit, the last thing she wanted was to look like a whore.
But it was too late to go to her room and grab something to put on, or even to grab a shirt from Chad’s drawer.
She heard him in the hall seconds before the door opened.
Britt had left on the light by the bed, as it gave the room an intimate feel, more so than leaving the bright overhead light on would’ve.
She was sitting in the middle of the bed when he entered, with her back against the headboard, the covers at her waist, her upper body exposed.
Chad’s eyes widened, then he turned quickly and shut the door, locking it in the process.
Swallowing hard, Britt prayed she hadn’t made the wrong decision in her clothing choice ... or lack thereof.
Then he was walking toward her. It didn’t take many steps since the room wasn’t that big, yet by the time he reached the side of the bed, he’d peeled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. His gaze locked on her breasts as his hands went to the fastening of his pants.
He shoved his jeans and underwear off at the same time, then stood there, letting her look her fill as he did the same.
Britt took a deep breath and felt her pussy gush.
The man was gorgeous . His cock was hard and bobbing in front of him as he widened his stance a little.
He was muscular, though Britt couldn’t help but smile at the little pooch of his belly, which matched her own.
She liked that he wasn’t hard all over like a bodybuilder.
He had a bit of chest hair but not too much.
The hair at his groin was trimmed, enhancing the size of his dick.
Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him.
Britt loved blow jobs. Loved how it made her feel when the guy she was with moaned and groaned and begged to be sucked deeper.
How his hands tightened in her hair, and how he tasted as he got close to the edge.
And she enjoyed swallowing. A lot of women didn’t, but she never felt so powerful in her life as she did when she made a man come by using her mouth.
“Look at me,” Chad ordered in a dark, hoarse tone.
Tearing her gaze away from his dick, she looked up.
“When I get in that bed, you’re going to do what I tell you, how I tell you to do it, and when. You have any problems with that?”
Britt’s heart beat overtime. She’d never considered herself all that submissive. She liked what she liked in bed and had no problem expressing those desires. But the thought of Chad taking control had her literally dripping.
“Britt? I’m on the edge here, and I need you. Hard and fast. I’ll make it up to you after our first time. Okay?”
In response, she flipped the covers back, exposing herself to Chad. To emphasize her consent, she spread her legs a little, showing him how wet she was for him.
“Damn,” he swore, then he was lying next to her. He grabbed her and pulled her down with him, but instead of pressing her to the bed, Chad surprised her by rolling them until he was beneath her. She felt a smear of wetness when his cock brushed against her belly.
His hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing and pushing them together.
Britt had never been all that impressed with the size of her tits, but with Chad, she felt as if she was perfect.
His hands fit her just right. And when he used his fingers to pinch both her nipples at the same time, she groaned and straddled his waist, undulating against him.
“Chad,” she moaned.
“That’s it. Show me how much you need me,” he said, moving his hands to her hips and encouraging her to rub herself against him.
Britt could feel his dick against her ass as she moved over him, spreading her wetness on his skin.
It was dirty and raunchy, and she’d never felt more empowered.
She didn’t feel as if she needed to hold back with this man.
She could be exactly who she was. And she was a woman who loved sex and had too often been let down by it.
Britt had no doubts that Chad wouldn’t let her down. He would take her over the edge, force her over it in fact, again and again.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Chad said. “I can smell you. You smell so damn good. Come for me, Peach. I want to feel you come on my stomach before I let you fuck me.”
Before he let her fuck him ? Oh yeah, she wanted that. So badly.
She had no doubt who was in charge here, though. He was. Yes, she was on top, but he was controlling every step of their lovemaking. And she liked it.
He moved one hand between her legs and began to aggressively strum her clit. Britt squeaked and began to rock against him harder.
“That’s it, Peach. Give it to me.”
It didn’t take long for her to come. Not when she’d dreamed about being exactly where she was right now, and when Chad was staring between her legs as if he’d found nirvana.
She froze for a single second before every muscle in her body began to shake. Then she couldn’t hold herself up anymore as she exploded.
“So damn gorgeous,” Chad murmured as he drew out her orgasm by continuing to stroke her clit.
Even when she was too sensitive and tried to shift away from him, he tightened his hold on her hip and kept up the motion of his thumb on her bundle of nerves.
That caused her to scream a little as she came again, spilling more of her wetness onto his belly.
“ That’s it. That’s what I wanted.”
His hands dropped from her body entirely, and Britt had to brace herself on his chest to keep herself from falling over. She felt as if she were floating, and she fought to catch her breath as he leaned to the side and reached into the nightstand, taking out a condom.
She didn’t think she could love him any more, but with that gesture, she realized she did. He was protecting her, them, without having to be asked. Hell, at that moment, she was more than ready to take him bare, even though she’d never had sex with anyone without a condom before.
His hands went around her sides as he rolled the condom on without having to see what he was doing. Then he put his hands right back where they’d been, one on her hip and the other between her legs.
Britt jerked a little when, without warning, he pushed his index finger deep inside her body. She came up on her knees a little, giving him more room.
“So hot and wet. Squeeze my finger,” he ordered.
Britt tightened her inner muscles around him.
“ Damn. Yeah, you’re going to be a tight fit. Stay there for a second.”
Britt hovered over him as he added another finger inside her. He didn’t shove them in roughly, didn’t push them in and out of her as if he was jabbing a fucking elevator button. No, he was gentle but steady. And it felt amazing.
“One more,” he warned, before adding a third finger. It was a little uncomfortable, but given how thick his cock was, Britt knew she needed to be stretched a bit before she was able to take him. She moved up and down with shallow thrusts, taking it upon herself to fuck his fingers.
“I’ve never been so hard in my life,” Chad told her, moving his gaze up to hers. It made the moment even more intimate. “I want you, Britt. So damn much. And not just here and now. I want you in my bed, my life, every day. I love you.”
Shit, he was going to make her cry. How often had Britt longed to hear those words?
Not only hear them, but truly feel as if the person saying them meant it?
She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had told her that she loved her.
And a few of the men she’d dated had said the words, but she’d never truly believed them.
She’d always felt like they were saying the words to get something from her, or because they thought they were expected.
“I love you too,” she whispered, trying not to let her voice break.
Chad pulled his fingers out of her body and brought them to his lips. He stuck all three into his mouth and groaned. “Damn, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. I’m not going to let you up for at least an hour while I feast. But first ... I need inside you. Take me, Britt.”