Chapter 25
brODIE
Istepped away from temptation and stepped out of the shower, grabbing towels and throwing one at Van.
It wasn’t smooth or seductive.
I was too far gone.
My hands were trembling along with the rest of me and I knew, I just knew, that if I didn’t get Van’s cock up my ass in the next few minutes, I was gonna lose it.
As it was, watching his intense reaction to being rimmed had my cock throbbing and nearly spilling my release all over that shower floor.
Maybe someday, but not today.
I was hungering hard for his cum in my ass.
I’d never fucked without a condom, but I wanted Van to own me. I needed to feel him deep inside me as I came apart. I wanted to watch every expression on his face, and I wanted him to see mine. To know how incredible our coming together really was.
“Faster,” he demanded as he reached for my towel.
“That’s my line,” I teased.
He tugged the towel from my hands and rubbed me down with quick, sure strokes.
Then he did the same for himself, drying off at record speed, throwing the towels aside, and steering me into the bedroom.
He let go of me and wandered over to the window, closing the blinds and the curtains, shrouding us in darkness.
I sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the nightstand.
After turning on the bedside lamp with a shaky hand, I reached into the drawer for the bottle of lube I’d stashed there. I tossed the lube on the bed just as Van moved to stand in between my legs.
His cock was leaking pre-cum, the head red and swollen. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his beautiful dick, so hard and heavy, curled up toward his stomach.
My mouth watered at the sight.
Van was perfect in my eyes—broad shoulders, firm pecs covered in dark hair, and a belly that wasn’t flat.
He was so fucking gorgeous. And all mine.
Instead of moving forward and taking his cock in my mouth, I leaned back on the bed, opened my legs, and waited for him.
I wanted his weight on me—no barrier between us.
Van kneeled on the bed and crawled up over me, covering my body with his larger one.
“Yes.”
His hairy chest met my smooth one, goosebumps popping up all over my skin, my sensitive nipples hardening.
I loved being surrounded by him.
Our gazes locked, and the intensity in his eyes had my trembling turn into shaking.
Van was finally going to be mine. This wasn’t a dream. It was so fucking real.
“Sweetheart,” Van murmured before he reached for me, mauling my mouth with a desperation that matched my own.
But he didn’t just fuck my mouth.
He made love to it, our kisses languid and so deep I didn’t know where he began and I ended.
I was too far gone to care. As long as I ended up with him, I was happy.
Sliding my thighs around his waist, I rocked my hips, and the friction of his cock against mine had us both moaning so loud I’m pretty sure everyone on this floor, and the one below, could hear us.
We could come like this, from frotting alone, but it wasn’t enough.
He slid his hands slowly up my thighs and over my hips, my chest, and finally, my neck.
“You feel—” He shook his head. “I don’t know if I have the words to describe how good this is. What have you done to me?” Van asked as he moved his hands up to cup my face, his callused thumbs sliding over my cheekbones.
God, I could probably come from his words alone.
His deep-set eyes were so dark and full of… everything.
Desire, longing, hell, yes, but more than that. A connection I’d never felt with anyone.
This was Van. I knew him, and he knew me. Just like on stage, we were in tune. Moving to a rhythm we created together.
Leaning down, he sucked on the tender skin of my neck, trailing heated kisses over my collarbone and lower.
When his tongue flicked over one of my sensitive nipples, I let out another moan. My cock jerked, and I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.
I needed him.
“Hold on.”
I frantically reached for the lube, flicking open the cap and pouring a generous amount on my fingers.
Van leaned back, sitting on his heels. He swallowed hard and watched as I spread my legs wider. Slowly, I slid one slick finger deep into the heat of my ass.
“That is so fucking sexy,” Van groaned and took the lube. “I want to touch you.”
The sting of the initial penetration turned to pleasure as I drilled my finger deeper, aiming for my prostate.
All the while, Van was searing me with his gaze, staring at me like a man starved.
I took his trembling hand in mine and guided him.
Gently, he pushed one of his lubed fingers in beside mine.
“Yes,” he groaned as he pushed farther, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
I withdrew my finger and let him take over.
“Add more lube and use another finger.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I assured him. “And have you ever known me to be shy about telling you what I do and do not like?”
Van’s deep chuckle was the only thing I needed to hear.
Then his face turned serious again.
“I want to make you feel good, mon coeur.”
“I’m already there.”
He slid two thick fingers into my ass, drilling slow but deep, and I grabbed onto my knees, holding them up to my chest, opening myself up further.
“God, I’m inside you. Brodie.” Van licked his lips, his face and chest flushed, his breathing choppy.
“Wait until your dick is snug in my ass. It’s gonna feel so good, nothing but you and me. No condom, just us,” I panted as he pushed his fingers deeper, touching my prostate. My body jolted from the mind-blowing pleasure. “Right there, oh fuck, right there.”
Van added more lube and began to finger fuck me.
In and out, over and over, until I was a writhing mess, my cock throbbing and leaking, my belly covered in pre-cum.
“Enough,” I cautioned. “I need you. Fuck me now.”
Van withdrew his fingers, and I bit my lip to keep from protesting out loud about the loss. I was so empty that nothing but his cock would do.
He kneeled between my legs, pouring lube over his dick and rubbing it back and forth.
My asshole clenched hard. Soon, Van would be inside me, a part of me.
“Ready?” he asked as he notched the head of his dick to my hole.
His chest was moving in and out with rapid breaths, his hands shaking, a sheen of sweat covering his body.
“More than ready,” I replied, and our gazes locked. I wanted to drown in those denim blues. “Are you?”
He licked his lips and nodded.
“No going back after this. Now you’re mine.”
I full-on shuddered—at his words, at his intent expression, at the sheer enormity of my want for this man.
“I’ve always been yours,” I insisted.
His hips pumped, and he pushed inside me. The tight ring of muscle gave way, the biting pain turning to an exquisite pleasure.
It had been so long since I bottomed that I forgot just how primal being claimed like this could be.
And with no condom? God, the intense heat of his bare dick in my ass had another wave of pleasure racing through my veins.
I let out a deep moan of satisfaction.
“Fucking Christ, that feels amazing,” Van groaned out as he pushed again, almost all the way inside me. My asshole clenched tightly around his dick, and my thighs quaked. “Shit, are you okay?”
I replied by reaching down to grab his ass cheeks, pulling him deep into my body.
“More than okay. Never want you to leave. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and already it’s the best thing ever. I guess tonight is full of firsts for both of us.”
Van slowly slid all the way in until his heavy balls hit my ass.
I moved my hands up, tracing the curve of his back, higher, up over his broad shoulders and his neck, until I cupped his face.
Van’s body went rigid, his expression pained.
“Are you all right?” I asked, worried that I’d said or done something wrong.
“I need a minute,” he panted. “I don’t want to come yet. And just being inside you has me way too excited.”
I pulled his face down, taking his lips in a sultry kiss. Van groaned and shifted as I sucked on his tongue.
Then he pumped his hips, rocking into me.
“Your wicked tongue isn’t helping matters,” he growled.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his put-out tone. And I realized I’d never felt anything like this. Joking and teasing with my hookups was not my jam.
Hot and dirty, for sure.
But fuck me, laughter could be sexy too.
Another first…
He playfully retaliated, biting my neck, sucking on the skin and marking me.
“I know what I want. Now hurry up and fuck me. Take what belongs to you,” I demanded.
Van’s hips snapped forward.
The buildup between us was finally unleashed.