17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I vy
Brody’s faces is pressed against mine. He’s kissing me with his full, sensual lips.
It’s like the night we moved in all over again. Only this time, he’s wide awake. It’s intentional. He cannot backtrack and claim that the best kiss of my life is a mistake.
No mistake has ever tasted this good.
I reach for him, banding my arms around his neck. He sucks in a deep breath and wraps his arms around my back, pulling me flush against him.
An alarm goes off in my head, blaring through my body. I’m being held by a man—solid build, strong arms, with heat radiating off him. I want more. There’s barely any space between us but my feet scuttle forward, gluing me to him.
Apparently, this is not enough.
Brody angles his head to the side and parts my lips with an expert tongue. Deciding he likes my taste with a thick growl, he walks me backward until my ass hits the counter.
Then he tilts me back until his arms are doing all the work to keep me from falling over. He deepens the kiss even more, his pelvis pressing into me. His thick shaft is hard as steel and branding my lower belly.
My brain goes mush. Tingles erupt on my skin spreading everywhere.
My breath gasps out as I struggle to find better purchase between his neck and shoulders and those firm-as-fuck biceps as he devours my mouth. Seriously. I haven’t ever been kissed like this before. I can’t breathe and I don’t want to. I just want him to keep rolling his tongue with mine and crashing his pelvis against my center.
Just when I’ve found a rhythm to match his, he comes up for air, pulling a whine from my lips. “If I’d known you were so hot for it, I’d have kissed you sooner.”
The cocky bastard.
“I’d have kicked you in the groin if you’d come anywhere near me,” I retort.
A wicked smirk curves reddened lips upward. He lets me go and takes a step back. “Do it.”
“Do...” The groin kicking, my brain catches up. I look down and oh, lord.
Brody’s stiff cock outlines the front of his trousers. It’s forced to lay flat on his body, but even with the restriction, I can see how swollen it is. Just imagine what that would look like when it’s out of its fabric cage.
My nipples swell and the spot between my legs grows tingly. I stare at the hard length and lick my lips. The wicked things that mammoth cock would do to me. I want it.
“Hmm,” Brody’s eyes narrow, taking me in. “I thought so.”
Thought what? I don’t get a chance to find out because he closes the gap between us again.
This time, he dives for my neck.
Sweet, baby Jesus . I scramble for a handhold as my knees turn to jelly. All my pleasure synapses are firing. I need them doused immediately or turned up all the way until I can’t breathe.
I throw my head back, giving him access and he takes it. He takes a bite out of my skin and traces his tongue on my collarbone. He undoes my shirt buttons and pushes aside the material. A thick grunt leaves his throat as he rubs the pads of his fingers over my uncovered cleavage. Just when I’m getting used to the feel of his fingers triggering all my sensitive nerves, he leans in and licks the skin of my tits.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
I’ve found where my hand belongs. At the base of his neck. It allows me to pull him closer as I push my now-exposed nipple into his hot mouth.
He chuckles wickedly but obliges me. His rough sucking and the groans vibrating on his lips bring me an intense pleasure but it’s not enough.
I slide a hand between our bodies and find a hot rod poking me.
Brody groans. “Don’t tease me if you don’t plan on following through, Ivy.”
Who does he think I am? I’ll show him. I wiggle away from his grip and get down on my knees.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His pelvis leans toward my lips and a twisted look mars his face. “Don’t.”
He’s trying to hold back. Well, I have no such desire.
“But I want to,” I whine, knowing it’d drive him crazy. I grab his strong thighs, rubbing my hands up and down the length, going higher with each swipe.
“For fuck’s sake...” He grabs the lip of the counter, his breath rushing out of him. “Okay, you may. But just a little.”
My pussy aches at the sound of his low, rough voice. It’s just as I imagined. Having him set the pace, giving me permission, and telling me what to do does crazy things to me.
With anyone else in a different context, I’d be rejecting any display of dominance over me. But right here and now, I want to be his good, little miss and do whatever he says.
I undo the button and zipper of his trousers and then drag it down. My heart stutters as my gaze falls on the throbbing erection barely contained by his white briefs. I graze it through the fabric. Just to see. The heat from it makes even my fingers retract.
“Jesus, Ivy.” His pelvis shoots forward. “Don’t tease a guy like that.”
I look up at his strained features and pity for him clamps around my chest. Hurrying up, I grab the waistband and drag down. Brody Jr. bounces free and bops my nose in the process.
Brody groans, eyes fixed on where he’s just inches from my face. His meat is long and hard and dripping.
Wasting no time, I take the wet tip between my lips. A growl resonates above me. I like the sound. I want more of it.
I close my fist around the base of his cock. The girth dwarfs my hand. My pussy clenches as I imagine it sinking inside me. I both anticipate and dread the moment.
Pushing back those thoughts, I start to suck him in earnest. Each attempt to take him deeper only succeeds in getting him halfway down before I have to back out for air.
I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
But Brody isn’t calling me out on it. He’s calling my name instead. With one hand behind my head, he gives me gentle nudges that encourage me to keep going, to keep pleasuring him.
The determination to do just that spurs me on. I take him in both hands and stroke up and down, firming my grip at the top. I keep working his tip with my lips and tongue, and before long, he’s bucking against me.
Harsh breaths fall from his lips. “As much as I want to go all the way right now and cum down your thirsty throat,” he pants, “I need something else.”
Hands underneath my arms, he pulls me up to my feet. His eyes blaze, taking my face in and pausing on the lips I’m sure are wet with my saliva and his precum. He kisses— no, licks —my lips, tongue spearing to roll around in my mouth. Most guys would be averse to tasting their precum, but he isn’t.
It’s so damn hot for some reason. I fist his shirt and lift my leg to curve around his hip, exposing my pussy. I want him inside me. But before I can grind against him and get the friction I need, I’m being spun around and pushed against the counter.
Brody bends me over, a firm hand on my lower back, keeping me rooted in one spot. “Stay still for me, baby.”
“What are you—”
The answer hits me as cool air whispers across my bare ass, leaving my skin pebbled. I tingle in anticipation.
Brody is going to fuck me.
After bringing me to the best orgasm ever and then acting like it never happened, I thought that was the last I’d feel of him. But right now, his palm splays across my ass and he groans.
He parts my ass cheeks and slips a finger between my folds. “You’re making so much cream.”
I bite my lip and arch my back, thrusting my backside into his touch. “Yes, yes.”
“Did sucking my cock do this to you?” His breath is hot on my neck. “Did you soak yourself imagining my cock deep in your pussy?” A second finger joins the first, sliding both back and forth.
I squirm. If I cooperate then maybe we can quickly get to the part where he fucks me. “Yes.”
“Ah.” He pushes his thigh between my legs and kicks them apart, opening me up even more.
I lean forward, giving him all the room he needs. He hisses a sound and tests my hole with the pads of his fingers.
A moan falls from my mouth. “Please, fuck me.”
“Ah, fuck.” He leans into me bucks his hard cock against my ass. “How I want to, but I must make sure you’re ready to take me.”
“I’m ready.”
His fingers leave my slick folds and his body withdraws from mine. “You think so, but you’re not.”
Then something touches my pussy. Warm and soft. Lips . Brody’s hands are braced on my thighs as he eats me out from behind. The expert strokes of his tongue combined with long, languid licks send my head spinning.
My palms press into the smooth surface as I try my best to stay still but it’s a struggle I can’t win. I roll my hips, riding into his face.
He growls and sticks his tongue into my entrance, then urges my hips back into his face. A guttural moan leaves me, but I don’t care. Nothing matters but the pleasure he’s building inside me.
A finger finds my clit and my knees buckle.
“Brody, I’m close,” I whimper.
“You are?” His voice is muffled by my pussy and the words vibrate on my skin.
“Why do you sound surprised?”
“Because I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
I smirk. “Do I sense a smugness?”
His mouth leaves my entrance and two fingers dip inside, finding my G-spot. “Do I sense sass?”
My comeback dies in my throat as bolts of sensations fire through me. “Brody,” I gasp.
“Yes, baby.” He kisses my ass cheeks. “You about to come?”
A sound leaves my throat that he interprets as a yes.
“Hold it in.”
“What?” My eyes have gone blind and my legs are trembling.
“Hold.” He strokes into me faster, the finger on my clit matching the quick rhythm. “Hear that?” A wet suctioning sound fills the air. “That’s the sound of you dripping all over my fingers.”
“Brody,” I shriek. “I wanna come!”
“Just give me a few more seconds.”
“Gosh... I can’t hold it back.”
“I know, baby. Just want to make more juices for you to fill my mouth with.”
That’s it. I come undone. A sharp cry leaves my throat right before I remember I may wake my sister up. I hold it back and instead, moan and sigh as the pleasure rolls through me.
Brody’s not so conservative about his grunts and groans as he feasts on my pulsing pussy. “Good girl.” He licks me from clit to pussy hole. “Making so much honey for me.”
I shiver as his words roll around in my head. Hard to believe it’s the same voice that pisses me off to the ends of the earth. But now it brings me such pleasure I want to stay here forever.
A knock at the door freezes us both.
“Did you hear that?” Brody asks.
“Yes.”
It comes again.
“Fuck.” He’s on his feet in an instant, drawing up my underwear and pants.
I attempt to help him and find his cock red, angry, and throbbing. “Sorry.”
He scoffs and stuffs himself in his briefs.
The knock sounds again. More impatient this time.
“Brody!” It’s Nick’s voice.
“Shit.” I pull Brody’s face close and grab a paper towel to wipe off his mouth.
“Too bad I’ll miss that tang on my tongue.” He does the same for me.
A blush climbs my face. “Go, go.” I push him toward the door.
As he leaves, I run my fingers through my hair, and then I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. The water does nothing to wash away Brody’s taste. His lips, his cock, his skin.
Moments later, Nick and Zane walk in with Brody following behind. They don’t look like they suspect a thing—thank goodness. I’m still fighting tremors from the orgasm I just received.
The guys are not smiling. Their serious looks pull me out of my head.
“What is it?” My heart pounds.
They share a look. “We found who was sending the threats,” Nick says.
My blood runs cold, and all thoughts of fucking Brody fly out of my head.