16. Iris
16
IRIS
My boot barely hits the floor before Brax has me pressed against the back of the door to his loft. “I’ve been dying to do this all day,” he says against my lips, his eyes searching mine for the same need I see in his.
“Me too,” I tell him, pulling at his coat to get all the layers of clothes off him.
I hate winter. The amount of clothes I need to wear always makes me feel claustrophobic, but never have I hated it more than in this moment.
Brax’s hands are fast as his lips find my neck, tasting the tender skin. Goose bumps break out across my flesh, which seems impossible underneath all the heavy clothes, but his mouth is like magic.
I let my head fall back against the door, giving him more access to my neck, but my fingers never stop working at his zippers and buttons. I don’t know if I’m getting anywhere because I’m too busy getting lost in the feeling of him touching me and the warmth of his body pressed against mine in areas that have been begging for his touch since the day I met him.
His nose is cold against my skin as his lips move lower once my coat falls away and the deep V of my sweater becomes easily available to him. “Fuck it,” he mutters as his lips skate across my flesh.
His mouth vanishes, and my eyes snap open at the loss of his warmth against my skin. “What…” The words die in my throat as he strips off his shirt. I guess I was moving too slow for him. I tried my best, but it’s hard for my brain to work when all I can think about is his lips. My hands don’t work well without being told what to do. I haven’t had sex in so long, it is no longer something I can do without thinking.
I forgot how good the man looks without a shirt. In the dimly lit loft with so much want coursing through my veins, this man is a damn near masterpiece.
I’d never been one to find heavily tattooed men attractive, but on Brax, I want to lick each line until I have them memorized.
Thankfully, Brax doesn’t have a belt on tonight. Maybe he planned ahead, knowing this was how the night was going to end. Either way, I am a happy girl when his fingers make quick work of finishing what I began.
When his jeans hit the floor, I almost gasp. Not only is his cock large, which I knew because I’ve felt him up so many times and rode him in his truck like a couple of teenagers, but it is decorated.
I’ve never seen a piercing in anyone’s cock before. Never in my life did I think it would look like that, and I never thought the very sight would cause my mouth to water and my clit to ache.
“Wow,” I say, my voice all deep and full of need. “That’s…” I step forward, reaching out my hand because when I see something spectacular, I always want to touch it. I gaze up at him, unsure of proper protocol when confronted with something like this.
“You can touch it. That’s the point of being naked, Iris.”
I smile, rolling my eyes internally because, duh, of course it is. “I’ve just never seen…” I say as I bend my knees and lower to the floor to get a better look.
If a penis could hypnotize someone, I am definitely under its influence.
“Touch it,” Brax says in a rough voice.
I lift my hand toward the steel and touch it with the pad of my finger. The metal is warm against my skin. “Will it hurt me?” I ask, inspecting it from every angle possible.
“No, sweetheart. It should feel better.”
I peer up, my mouth agape. Better than what, I wonder, but I don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about Lucas and the lackluster sex life we had or the disappointing size of his dick. “Better?”
He nods as he touches my chin lightly with his fingertips, sending sparks of electricity down my body and straight to my core. “If used right, it should.”
I haven’t put much thought into having a penis and if there is a right way or wrong way of using it. I thought it was in-out, in-out, in-out until it ended. “Oh,” I mumble as I lean closer to the tip and lick my lips.
“You’re killing me.” Brax grazes my cheek with his fingers as I gawk at the length, still in a trance.
“I haven’t done this often.” I hate admitting that. It’s so embarrassing. A woman of my age should have plenty of experience. But not me. My sex life has never been anything worth talking about with Mikayla and Sandy.
Oh my God. When they hear about his piercing, they’re going to die. Wait. Do I tell them? Shit. I don’t know. How can I not?
“Baby.” Brax’s voice pulls me out of my train of thought and back to the moment with his cock waving in my face.
“Sorry.” I reach out and wrap my hands around the shaft, leaning forward to slide it between my lips.
Brax’s entire body shudders as soon as my tongue touches his cock. I smile around the end, loving the way he reacts to me.
There’s something so powerful about kneeling in front of him, literally causing his body to shake uncontrollably, and it has my head spinning.
“Fuck,” Brax hisses .
I glance up, his cock firmly between my lips, and see his head tipped back with his mouth open.
His reaction spurs me on, making me take him deeper than I’ve ever taken any man’s cock before. I fight the urge to gag as my lips bump against my fingers, which are still wrapped around him.
“I need more,” he says, and for a moment, my stomach drops in disappointment.
Damn. I am shit at this, and I thought I was doing better than I have ever done it before.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls as he leans forward, sliding his hands under my armpits.
His cock pops out of my mouth as he lifts me in the air, and I suddenly feel so empty.
“Undress,” he says in a tone I don’t think I’ve ever heard him use.
The deep, gravelly timbre of his voice makes my hands instantly go to the bottom of my V-neck sweater, ripping it off me like it’s on fire.
Brax makes quick work of kicking off his pants, standing in front of me completely naked with a hunger in his eyes so intense I have an indescribable urge to throw myself at him half dressed.
“Slower,” he says, taking a few steps back until his ass hits the back of a chair, and he leans on it like he’s doing everything he can to soak in the moment.
I stand in front of him in my best black lace bra and a pair of jeans that are so snug I know I have a muffin top. But by the way he’s looking at me, he doesn’t seem to care that I’m not built like a supermodel.
“Come here.” His gaze scorches my flesh as it roams around my body.
Without a single thought, my feet move, and I am in front of him a moment later. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as his fingers slide to the waistband of my jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he says to me as he peels back the thick layer of denim.
I am virtually vibrating with the need for his fingers to touch my aching body anywhere. I want the contact. No. I need the contact.
“Touch me.” My voice sounds foreign and needy.
Brax’s eyes flash with hunger as he lifts a single finger and brushes the soft pad across my lower stomach. I suck in a deep breath at the contact, wanting more.
My hands find his bare hips, my fingernails lightly pushing against his skin as I try to steady myself.
He curls his fingers around the top of my jeans, pushing the fabric down my hips until I drop my hands and take a step back, wanting nothing more than to be naked too. I reach behind my back, unfastening the lace bra, letting it tumble to the floor in front of my jeans.
He peers up at me, his mouth so close to the place I ache the most for him. “Step out. ”
I’m light-headed as I pull my feet from the legs of the jeans and try to find my footing on the floor. Brax’s hand holds me up as he grips my hip and pushes himself upward until we’re standing front-to-front.
And what happens next passes in a blur. He curls his hand around my neck, pulling me flush against him as his lips collide with mine. The air fills with only the sounds of our breaths, beating hearts, and mouths moving as one.
I curl my fingers around his hard length, stroking back and forth, careful to avoid his piercing. He moans at the contact, making me feel a little more powerful than I normally do.
Without skipping a beat, he snakes his arm around me before lifting me off the floor like I weigh nothing at all. My arms slide across his shoulders, and I wrap my legs around his waist to fuse myself to him. He walks backward, but I don’t dare open my eyes or break the kiss.
I brace myself for impact, figuring we’ll fall backward onto his bed or the couch, but that doesn’t happen. He sits, positioning me on his lap. “Ride me,” he murmurs against my lips.
I gasp softly. “I’ve never…” Lucas hated it like that and refused to even let me try, no matter how much I begged. “Are you sure?” I ask him as I pull back, looking him in the eyes .
He digs his fingertips into the soft flesh at my hips as he raises an eyebrow. “Never?”
I shake my head.
“Do you want to?”
I nod as I shift my knees, trying to find better positioning.
God, how I want to. I’ve always wanted to. Mikayla and Sandy always talked about how it was the best feeling and how empowering it was to be in control, and I felt completely left out.
Brax reaches over to the side table, grabbing a condom. Now, it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Wishful thinking,” he says as he tears open the foil, tossing the contents where the package was just lying.
I inch back, letting his cock spring free. “Are you sure this is okay?” I ask him, because Lucas had always told me how it was the worst position for a man and that was why he refused to do it. “If it’s not good for you…”
Brax’s eyes flash with concern as he rolls the condom over the tip of his cock and down the long, hard shaft. “Who hurt you, baby?”
“What?”
“Why would you think this isn’t good? All sex is good, and this…this is going to be fucking great. I don’t know who lied to you, but forget everything you’ve ever been told. I want you to ride me, Iris. Use me. ”
“Oh,” I whisper, feeling a new wave of arousal even stronger than the previous one.
“You control it,” he says as he moves his hands back to my hips.
I reach down between our legs as I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. I want to do this, but I can’t take the eye contact while doing it.
I swipe the head of his cock through my wetness before placing it near my opening. Slowly, and I mean slowly, I ease him into me. After five gloriously torturous strokes, he’s fully inside me.
His kiss becomes more demanding as I moan when he moves one of his hands to my breasts and his fingers find my nipple. Unable to sit still, needing more contact, I move my body up and down, swiveling my hips to feel the scrape of his hair against my clit.
I nearly cry out in pleasure as sensations rocket through me. I move faster, wanting more as Brax’s hands roam my body, causing goose bumps to break out across my flesh.
The urge to orgasm grows stronger. My thighs burn at the unfamiliar movements, but I block that out of my mind.
“Brax,” I breathe against his lips as he slides one of his hands between us and his thumb finds my clit.
I nearly jolt upward at the wicked pleasure that shoots throughout my body. It doesn’t take long until he has me moving faster than I’ve ever moved in my entire life, bouncing up and down the length of his cock as I chase the orgasm that’s bound to overtake me.
I moan, crying out his name as the pleasure crashes over me, stealing my breath. My body goes rigid as the orgasm courses through my system, but before it crests, Brax’s hands find my waist again, lifting me up and pulling me down harder and rougher than anything I could ever do.
A fresh wave of pleasure overtakes me as he pounds into me before his orgasm crashes over him too.
I nearly collapse forward as all movement stops, and I gasp for air.
“Damn,” I mumble, wanting to do that again and again.