Chapter 39
Brody
I carried her to my bedroom and laid her carefully down. She rose on her knees and kept kissing me.
She kissed me so sweetly, the fury inside me quieted a notch or two. It couldn’t go out completely. It never would, after that story she’d just told me, but her sweet, unyielding strength distracted me, for now.
I cupped her face, rubbing my thumbs over the apples of her cheeks.
“I’m on birth control,” she reminded me.
I don’t care. That was the honest truth. Even if she wasn’t, I’d still be about to fuck her. She trembled.
“Am I making you nervous?” I wondered.
She shook her head. “No. Just talking about everything, it feels… I am nervous, but you’re not making me nervous, if that makes sense.”
I nodded, forcing my mind to be practical and logical and not just swept away with emotions. If she was nervous, I could make her less nervous.
I sat and picked my feet up, lying down with my head on the pillow. Then I wrapped my hands around the posts of the headboard.
“What about now? Less nervous now?”
She’d turned to me, and now, she considered my pose.
“Maybe a little,” she confessed. “It helps to be in control.”
“Then be in control, sweetheart. Use me to your heart’s content.”
She scoffed softly. “Mr. Controlling himself is going to let me do what I want?”
I nodded. I was outside my comfort zone, but Selena was outside hers, too. It was only fair.
She stood on shaking legs and slowly worked her leggings and panties off. Now, she only had a bra on. She straightened up and lifted her chin, looking down at me like the queen she was.
How could such bravery come in such a small package? It was fucking impressive.
She pulled my shorts down next, tugging them off while I raised my hips to help her. I didn’t move my hands. I didn’t want her to think that my offer to let her take control was fleeting and untrustworthy.
My cock slapped against my abs, already hard. Of course it was. I’d been crazy about her from the start, after all. My body had always known it, even before my brain did.
She got up and climbed across me, straddling my lap.
“Have you ever let someone take charge before?” she asked softly and reached back to unclip her bra.
“What do you think?” I said.
She shook her head and put her hands to my chest, running her fingers down my pecs and lightly twisting my nipples.
“You have great tits,” she said, squeezing my pecs as if she were honking them.
I laughed. “Thanks. Since I’ve seen yours, I can say you’re qualified to judge based on excellence.”
“That was a sneaky little compliment,” she breathed.
“Sneaky?” I asked, my cock leaping as she leaned forward and closed her lips around my nipple.
“Okay, I’ll keep it simple. Your body is the reason I take a cold plunge for ten minutes a day instead of the recommended three.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I hissed. I didn’t move. This was Selena’s show.
She pumped her hand up and down me, my cock desperately drooling for her. She leaned down and licked it, swirling her tongue around the head. My head fell back, and I let out a moan.
“Hmm, I like that sound,” she murmured. “Make it again.” She sank her entire mouth down on me, surrounding my dick, sliding down as far as she could.
I fought the urge to wrap my hand around her long hair and cradle her face as she sucked me.
Instead, I let her bob and suck and spit to her heart’s content.
There was a certain kind of pleasure in the unpredictability of it.
I didn’t know what she was going to do next, and that was hot.
It was a real fucking turn-on. I’d never allowed anyone to have this kind of power over me.
I’d never let anyone except her. This woman was my every exception.
“Bloody hell, heathen, you look so perfect sucking my cock. I could come from just the sight,” I said to her.
She smiled. It was a relief to see after earlier. Her story had broken something inside me that I wasn’t sure could ever be mended, but that was okay, because now, she was smiling. I could distract her, and I was going to do just that.
I was getting close, my balls getting tight, heat pooling at the base of my spine.
Just before I warned her that this was going to be a shorter night than I wanted, she pulled her mouth from me.
Cool air hit my wet dick, and it was like torture after the hot, sweet warmth of her mouth.
She was moving over me, uncertain now.
“Come up here, baby. Let me make sure you’re ready for me… As you can see, I’m above average in all ways.”
She pinched me, and I laughed.
“Just for that arrogance, I’m going to sit on your face,” she announced. Her words were daring, but her eyes were questioning as she stared down at me.
“Fuck yes, cheer captain. Fucking suffocate me with that perfect cunt.”
A small smile touched her lips, and now she was climbing over my shoulders.
She put her hands on top of mine on the headboard. Her pussy hovered over my mouth.
“Sit down, sweetheart; don’t torture me.”
Slowly, she lowered toward my mouth, and I licked her wildly. Her cunt was already wet, and the taste was as addictive as always. Something biological and undeniable. We were suited, compatible, our bodies made to consume each other. It was in our nature.
I licked her, fucked her with my tongue, and then sucked her clit until she nearly came.
She sat up and moved away, her thighs shaking around my face.
She moved down and straddled me again, and this time her wet cunt pressed into my cock. She took a deep breath. I could feel her hesitation.
“What’s wrong?” I kept my voice even, though I would die if I didn’t sink inside her as soon as possible.
“Nothing, just… it’s been a while.” She eyed my cock doubtfully. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
“I’ll fit, just take your time. Remember, you’re in control.”
She nodded and rose to take my tip inside her.
Fuck. I nearly lost it right then. Sinking into Selena was indescribable. It put every single encounter I’d ever had in my life to shame. Nothing had ever felt like this.
She sank down a little farther, her breath hitching. She was squeezing me so fucking hard, I couldn’t think. I had no words; the world narrowed down to her.
Finally, her ass met my thighs, and I was deep inside her.
“Touch yourself, or I will,” I told her thickly.
Her hand moved between her thighs, rubbing her clit. Slowly, her cunt loosened just enough for her to rise and fall on me.
“Oh God,” she breathed, her head falling back.
Her long hair tickled the tops of my thighs, sending goosebumps across my skin. I’d never seen anything as beautiful.
She slowly gained confidence, rising and falling faster, moving higher, and slamming down more firmly. Her tits jiggled gloriously while she fucked me. I wanted to touch them so badly.
She arched her back, and I couldn’t look away. Her cunt was so hot and wet. I’d never settle for any of the BS I’d considered a sex life again. Ditto to partners. From now on, it was Selena or my fucking hand. No one could compare to this.
“I-I’m going to come,” she whispered, sounding surprised.
Pride hit me, along with awe. She was amazing.
“Yes, you are, my perfect girl.”
She flushed deeply at my compliment.
“Perfectly annoying?” she deflected, then moved faster on top of me.
“Perfectly everything… perfectly distracting, perfectly strong—” I grunted, trying not to lose my head before she did.
“Strong?” she said, her head falling back.
“You are so fucking strong, you have no idea.” I watched her muscles flexing in her stomach as she bounced on me.
“And I can’t wait to see you come. I’m ready when you are, sweetheart,” I told her tightly. Thank fuck she was close, because I was going to blow.
She rubbed at her clit, riding me faster and faster, moving instinctively now, chasing her pleasure and taking me along with her.
“Brody!” she cried out, her movements becoming choppy. “Kiss me, I want you to kiss me.”
I was right there with her. I leaned up and kissed her, cupping her face and tangling my tongue with hers.
“Oh God, oh God,” she whispered on my lips, frenzied now, out of control.
“Come baby, come now,” I said, not sure if I was commanding or begging. That was the thing with Selena. She made me someone else. Someone who laughed and smiled. Someone who joked around and let himself have fun. Someone who could give up their precious control now and then.
“Brody!” she cried out, and came.
Her pussy clamped around me, so tight it made my heart feel like it was going to burst.
“Yesss, sweetheart, fuck,” I hissed, my balls drawing right up and cum surging out.
I pressed in as deep as I could as I came.
Wave after wave washed through me, pulse after pulse of cum leaving my body and shooting straight into her.
The knowledge that I was coming deep inside Selena only turned me on more.
Marking her, staking a fucking claim on her body that no one could deny.
The thoughts were shocking. I wasn’t myself around this woman, and I didn’t care.
I was someone better, because she’d chosen me.
I stayed inside her; she leaned down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her close.
“That was crazy. I feel like a born-again virgin.” She sighed against my chest.
I chuckled. “Me, too. I’ve never come inside anyone.”
“Really?” she asked and looked hazily at me. “And you’ve chosen me for that major first? I’m honored.” She gave me a cheeky smile.
“Well, likewise, heathen. Now, since we’ve gotten our awkward first times out the way…” I sat up and twisted us at the same time. She ended up beneath me, my cock still lodged inside her, already half hard at the thought of round two.
“It’s my turn to make you moan. We’ll compare scores after.”
She gazed up at me, her eyes glittering in the darkness. I waited for her verdict. Was she able to trust me now? Would she be okay with giving me control?
Her mouth tilted up at one corner.
“So competitive. If you think you can beat me, I’m game. Do your best, Sinclair.”
So, I did.