11. Brody
Itook my time getting dressed, thinking about what had happened out in the kitchen. The way we were dancing around this thing between us was getting old quick. It was out in the open now. There was no ignoring it and hoping it went away. And I didn’t want it to go away. I wanted what I wanted, and I wouldn’t deny it anymore.
And whatever was making Skye hold back, it wasn’t because she didn’t think of me that way. She’d proven several times now that she was thinking about me in exactly that way.
The memory of waking this morning to her curled against me, her hand on my stomach, just above my dick, her fingers ever so slowly stroking my skin, had me hardening now as quickly as it had then.
I took a deep breath and willed my erection away—unlike this morning, when I’d taken myself in hand during my shower. I’d had to, knowing that I was a hair’s breadth away from saying screw it and kissing her again, forcing the response of her body to override her reservations the way I knew it would.
But damn it, I wanted her to want it as much as I did. So I’d taken care of things in the shower before going out to confront her.
The problem now, of course, was that the snow was still falling outside, which meant we were stuck here for at least another day, maybe more. If Skye didn’t make the decision I hoped she would, it might make for a very tense few days.
And what the hell were we going to do with ourselves, anyway? Play board games while we made awkward small talk and tried not to imagine tearing each other’s clothes off?
Well, first things first, breakfast, and a chance to see how Skye was going to behave around me now.
I headed back out and found her cooking up the eggs and bacon I’d brought up with me.
I stepped up next to her at the stove. “Smells good. Anything I can do?”
She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and I gave her a smile. I didn’t see any reason to act differently around her now that the ball was in her court.
Her shoulders loosened, and she tipped her chin at some sliced bread she’d put out on the countertop. “Do you want to toast that? I’ll have this finished by the time you’re done.”
I nodded, and while we didn’t talk much, the tension in the air eased as we moved around each other. When we were done, we sat at the small dining table and dug in. With the world outside still white, although quieter now that the wind had eased up, we chatted semi-casually.
Afterward, we cleared the dishes, and if I stood a little closer to her than necessary as we washed and dried, she didn’t call me on it.
Surprisingly, the rest of the day passed relatively quickly. Skye showered and got changed into another pair of my sweats and one of my long-sleeved shirts. We spent a couple of hours reading, both of us picking books from the selection I kept in the cabin. After that, we made a quick lunch, then played a game of Monopoly, cheating our asses off while trying to catch one another. We spent some time taking silly selfies to send to our friends and my parents as proof of life. After that, we played a few highly competitive games of Bull Shit with a deck of cards I found in a drawer in the kitchen.
For dinner, we made basic pasta with marinara sauce, and we were now eating it with a glass of wine at the dinner table. It had been an awesome day, which, to my mind, only reinforced why Skye and I were perfect together.
Looking across at her now, I had to stop myself from pulling her onto my lap so I could press my lips to the soft skin of her neck. Instead, I held up the open bottle of wine and offered to refill her glass. Her smile was soft as she nodded, and I liked to think that the glimmer in her eyes as she watched me pour meant she was feeling at least some of what I was.
After finishing the wine and clearing the dishes, we sat down on the couch again.
“Since we didn’t see the end of the movie last night, do you want to watch the rest of it?” I asked hopefully. I liked the way she’d reacted to it the night before. Sue me if I hoped to see her wriggle around a bit more tonight.
“Sounds good,” she said, curling up on the other end of the couch. But since it wasn’t that big, she wasn’t too far away.
I started the movie back up where I estimated she’d fallen asleep last night, and we settled in to watch. The second sex scene was even more explicit than the first. I glanced at Skye from the corner of my eye and found her watching the couple with her bottom lip clamped between her teeth. The man was going down on the woman, and just like last night, Skye twitched a little, probably unaware that her breaths were coming faster.
I dragged my attention back to the television, but the action on the screen wasn’t what had me hard and aching. Every little noise Skye made had my dick swelling and throbbing almost painfully behind my fly. I might have been looking at the actors, but they weren’t what I was seeing. It was the two of us: Skye with her head thrown back while I took my time between her legs, worshipping her and making her come and come until she was begging for my cock.
Of its own volition, my hand went to my throbbing erection, pressing on it to soothe the ache. A sharp intake of breath from the other end of the couch drew my focus to Skye, but I didn’t take my hand off myself. Because that hadn’t been a gasp of shock she’d made. It had sounded very much like a gasp of arousal.
Sure enough, her eyes were locked on where my hand was now squeezing the clearly visible ridge of my hard-on. Her cheeks were flushed, and when I gave my length a quick stroke, she licked her lips and swallowed.
Her voice when it came was so soft I barely heard her. “Show me.”
If I thought I was hard before, it was nothing compared to what happened when those words passed her lips. I considered making her say it again, louder, with a please at the end. But now wasn’t the time to push boundaries. Not that kind, anyway. And the last thing I wanted was to freak her out.
So, keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I flicked open the button of my jeans and slid down the zipper, wishing I’d gone commando today. I was still confined behind the tight material of my black boxer briefs, but I wrapped my hand around my shaft and squeezed hard to ensure I didn’t come right there on the spot just seeing her stare at me like that.
“More?” I asked, my voice low and controlled, though I didn’t feel in any way in control of myself right now.
She nodded, and this time I did say something. “Tell me.”
Her eyes darted to mine, then back down. “More,” she whispered.
The head of my cock was already pushing its way out of the top of my underwear, so I gripped the waistband and tugged just enough to allow it to spring out. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life, and pre-cum already beaded at the tip.
Skye’s breaths came shallow and fast now. I wrapped my fingers around myself and stroked up hard, sending a burst of heat through my body. Fuck, that felt way too good. My balls were already tightening, and I didn’t want to end this by coming too soon. So I inhaled deeply through my nose and loosened my grip.
Watching Skye watch me touch myself was the single most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t sure if she even knew she’d been inching closer. But she was now kneeling only a few inches from my thigh.
“Sweetheart, you need to tell me what you want,” I rasped, and her eyes shot up to mine. As much as I’d like to direct things, I’d said it would be up to her, and I meant it. If she told me to stop, I’d somehow manage to tuck myself away. If she told me to keep doing what I was doing, I’d give her a show and unload all over my hand. Hell, with how hard I was, it would probably end up all over my chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured. Letting out a shaky breath, she looked up at me with wide, imploring eyes. “I want to touch you.”
A groan ripped from deep in my chest, and I closed my eyes and took a couple of ragged breaths to control myself. “Skye…” I didn’t have the words for what she was doing to me. Instead, I reached for her small hand, pulled it toward me, and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I kept my hand on hers, holding it still, savoring this moment. Her face was almost level with mine, her long hair tumbling over her shoulder as she looked down at where we were both holding me.
I released her hand and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear so I could see her better. Her eyes flickered to mine, and her pupils were so dilated, her irises had turned a midnight blue I’d never seen before. I suddenly worried she’d had too much wine and wasn’t thinking straight. So, before she did anything else, I gripped her chin and turned her to face me.
“Are you sure you want this, Skye? There’ll be no going back.”
As aroused as she was, her eyes were clear, not hazed by alcohol, when she replied. “There’s been no going back since you kissed me. And I want this… I need to know…” Her throat bobbed on a swallow, and she stroked upward with her hand, causing my hips to jerk. “I need to know all of you, Brody.”
I pulled her to me, letting go of her face and tangling my fingers in her hair as I tasted her mouth for the second time. Her hand had stilled, which was probably a good thing, considering how close I was. I thrust my tongue past her lips, and she moaned as I explored her, taking my time, learning this new aspect of her. When I nipped at her lower lip, she squeezed her hand around me, and my body tightened.
I broke the kiss. “Skye, sweetheart, what do you want right now? Because if you keep doing that, I’m going to come all over both of us. And don’t get me wrong, it’ll feel fucking amazing, and I can guarantee I’ll return the favor, but if you want something else, if you want me inside you, then you need to stop.”
She let go of me and stood in a rush. The disappointment that speared through my body almost had me hunching forward. But I didn’t want to make her feel guilty for changing her mind, so I held myself still. But then she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, leaving her in just her bra and my sweatpants, the waistband rolled over and hanging low on her hips.
My breath caught in my throat as I took her in. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I itched to run my hands over her fire-lit curves, to stroke and press and knead. My mouth watered as I imagined tasting her skin, sucking on those nipples that were straining against the satin cups of her bra, then swiping my tongue across her pussy.
“Fuck, Skye.” I gripped my dick again, giving myself a couple of hard strokes. Like I might go out of my mind if I didn’t. “Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I’ve always wanted you?”
“Show me,” she whispered again as she reached behind her and undid her bra, letting the straps slip off her shoulders.
“What?” My eyes had been glued to her breasts. To her tight pink nipples. But when her words sank in, my gaze snapped to hers.
“Show me how much you want me.”
“Are you sure?” The words came out hoarse, and I had to clear my throat. “I don’t know how gentle I can be right now.”
“Then don’t be gentle. Show me how desperate you’vefelt all these years. I thought I knew all of you, Brody. But obviously I don’t. I don’t know this side of you. And I want to. I want to know everything. Feel everything.”
Not waiting to hear more, I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me before she could change her mind. She stumbled a little, but I steadied her with my hands, then pressed my mouth to her lower stomach. I breathed in, the sweet scent of her skin like a drug that made my head spin.
Then I kissed my way down, her body quivering under my lips.
She sucked in a breath when I hooked my fingers in the rolled over waistband of my sweats and eased them down her thighs, letting them drop to her feet so she could step out of them.
No panties.
Fuck. Me.
Skye was exquisite; even more beautiful than I had imagined. And the arousal already glistening on her pussy was driving me out of my mind. My hands swept back up her thighs, my fingers pressing into the flesh of her ass, and without warning, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the seam of her sex. The incredible taste of her filled my mouth, and my cock jerked.
“Brody!” she cried out as she twined her fingers in my hair.
I looked up at her as I did it again. And again.
Her eyes were wide and dazed, her lips parted as she watched me.
With one final swipe of my tongue, I pulled back. “I’m going to eat you later and make you come all over my face. But right now, I need to fuck you, Skye. If I don’t bury my dick inside you in the next few seconds, I’m going to lose my mind.”
She gave a jerky nod, so I pulled her toward me and twisted at the same time to lay her on the couch. Then I ripped my shirt off and shoved my jeans and underwear down until we were both naked.
I stretched out over her, taking her wrists in one of my hands and extending them above her head. My chest was heaving, and I clenched my jaw tight in an effort to control myself.
Rolling my hips, I slid my length through her slippery folds repeatedly, making her cry out and arch up under me.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked breathlessly, tilting her pelvis just enough that the tip of my shaft lodged at her opening. I groaned at the kiss of her sweet, wet center against my swollen crown.
“Condom,” I forced out.
“No,” she whimpered.
I froze. Was she having second thoughts?
She brought her hands up to clutch my biceps. “Please, Brody. I want you like this. I’m onbirth control, and I’ve always been safe.”
My erection swelled and jerked at the thought of sinking into her bare. Of filling her completely. Of branding her with my cum.
My voice was like grit when I managed to speak again. “I’ve never gone without, either.”
Skye’s breath turned uneven, her hands smoothing over my shoulders. And this time when I rolled my hips, I worked the first couple of inches of my cock into her body. It was incredible: from the silken heat of her channel, to the way her eyes widened and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, to the awareness that this was a first for both of us. For every time we’d given our bodies to someone else, we’d never given them this.
The thought made me go a little crazy. The jealousy that had always raked through me when she went home with a man, the frustration that she’d made me wait so long before she’d been ready for me, the knowledge that I was finally going to lose myself in her body—I hadn’t been lying when I said it wouldn’t be gentle.
But she’d asked for it this way. And I wanted to show her. If Skye wanted to know me completely—what it would be like if we were together—she deserved to experience it.
With her arms still extended above her head as I held her down and the grip of her muscles around me easing as she adjusted to my width, I gave a hard thrust.
She gasped, her hips twisting to ease the pressure as she stretched around me, but I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. I drove into her again and again until I’d buried myself as deep as I could go. Only then did I pause, giving her a chance to get used to me.
Her cheeks were flushed now, breaths coming fast as she looked up at me with eyes gone glassy.
I withdrew slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth of her body, already anticipating how good the plunge back into her would be. “You want to know how I feel, Skye?” I sheathed myself fully inside her again. “How I’ve felt all these years? Do you want to know how desperate you made me? How much I hated seeing you go home with other men? How it pissed me off that I hadto have other women’s bodies under mine instead of yours?” I punctuated each question with another snap of my hips.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I want to know. Show me. Everything. Show me what I’ve been missing out on all this time.”
Growling, I grasped her thigh and threw her leg over my shoulder. I pumped into her so hard the couch moved a few inches. Drawing her nipple into my mouth, I lashed the taut peak with my tongue, then sucked on it hard, making her back arch upward. With a sudden cry, she came, her internal muscles clenching and releasing over and over.
I held back my release, gritting my teeth and tightening every muscle as she rippled around me. “Fuck, Skye,” I groaned.“You needed that, didn’t you? You needed me to make your sweet little body come.”
She whimpered as she finally released her death grip on my cock. But I wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot.
“Roll over, pretty girl. We’re not done yet.”
After pulling out, I helped her turn over, then hitched her hips up and pushed back in. I palmed the cheeks of her ass, kneading them, then spread her so I could watch the drag of her pussy over my shaft.
I felt out of control, drowning in the rightness of being joined with her.
“You don’t know how hard it’s been not being able to sink my cock into you whenever I wanted. How many times I’ve had to fight the urge to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface so I could take you the way I am right now.” I dug my fingers into her flesh, and I swore under my breath as her creamy skin turned pink.
“Brody,” she panted. “I never knew. I didn’t know it could feel this way.”
Neither did I. I’d known it would be fucking amazing. But even then, I’d had no idea it would be this good—that anything could be this good. “I could spend every minute of every day buried inside you, Skye. But right now, sweetheart… right now, I need to come. And I need you to come with me.”
“Yes. I’m so close again. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you.”
The catch in her voice had my balls drawing tight. I reached around and circled her slick, swollen clit, sending a tremor through her body. Her internal walls fluttered around me, confirming that neither of us would last much longer. As I massaged that needy bundle of nerves, making sure not to break my rhythm, I slapped her on the ass. She gasped, then moaned, her body tightening around me. I did it again, watching her pale skin pinken under my hand.
“Do you understand how I felt?” Pressure built at the base of my spine, all my muscles tightening.
“Yes!” The word jolted out of her on a hard stroke.
I smacked her ass one last time, then pinched her clit. Her body spasmed, and she cried out as she came again.
It was too much. She was pulsing around me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck. I’m going to come, Skye. I’m going to fill up that tight pussy.”
“Please, Brody,” she sobbed.
Two hard thrusts later, heat was racing up my shaft. My orgasm hit me so hard, I threw my head back as a feral groan ripped out of me.
Skye was whimpering and shuddering, still coming as I gave her everything I had.
“Skye, sweetheart…” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my lips to the nape of her neck. I couldn’t stop moving inside her, desperate to prolong the moment.
Finally, I had to pull out. As soon as I did, I tugged her upright and turned her so I could crush my mouth to hers. Skye’s hands went to my hair, and she kissed me back, our tongues tangling frantically until we both had to break for air.
“Brody,” she whispered, her eyes searching mine. “That was…” She shook her head and her lower lip trembled.
“I know.” I brushed another kiss against her mouth. “Worth the fucking wait.” I grinned down at her.
She laughed, but the humor dropped from her face a little quicker than I liked. “Is this real?”
“It’s the most real fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
She pressed her lips to mine again. “Brody?” she whispered.
“Yes, beautiful?”
“I want you to take me to bed.”
Fuck, yes.