Chapter Three
ChapterThree
Elissa
Brandt and I excuse ourselves after talking with Riley and making sure she’s doing all right. When I close the door to my room, giant, muscular arms wrap around me from behind as his face nudges my hair out of the way to place kisses down my neck. My skin pebbles under his touch, instantly heating the rest of my body.
“Mmm, Brandt. Not yet, let me go shower. Wash off the smell of disinfectant and death.”
“C’mon, Eli,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me cleanse you with my tongue. I promise it’ll be more fun.” Heat simmers below as his words stoke a fire inside me. I spin around in his grasp, loop my arms around his neck and crush my lips against his, pulling him into a deep kiss. When I pull away, his eyes are still shut and I worm my way out of his grip, then grab his hand and pull him to the washroom.
“I never said you couldn’t join,” I say coyly, batting my eyelashes at him and quirking my lips deviously. He follows me to the washroom like a magnet, and I strip as I go, letting an item of clothing flutter to the floor one by one. His eyes are on me, dark and full of lust. His breathing shifts to heavy, quick breaths. I’m fully naked as I reach the shower and turn on the water, and it springs to life overhead like a waterfall.
Brandt’s standing just inside the washroom door, his muscles flexing and moving as he removes his clothing, and I can see the strain in his pants. He unzips his pants and lets them drop to the floor, then steps out of them and pushes them aside with his foot. His biceps flex as he grasps the waistband of his boxers and drops them, letting his long, thick, hard cock bob free. My eyes are pinned to it, and I lick my lips, desperately wanting to take his length in my mouth.
He struts over to me, his muscular thighs clenching as he walks, until his warm skin is softly pressed against mine and I can see our chests are rising and falling at the same pace. He steps closer, forcing me to take a step back into the shower, and the hot water runs down my shoulders and head as I step under the spray. Steam billows around us, fogging up the glass walls of the walk-in shower. I gasp from the heat beating down onto my back, and reach for the tap, but Brandt beats me to it, turning down the temperature just a smidge.
With a knowing smile, he says, “We’re going to need this to keep us cool.” His stormy green eyes roam all over my naked body. I feel his eyes travel from my clavicle down to the swell of my breasts, his gaze caressing the peaks of each mound. Down further, he watches my toned stomach clench under his stare. He slowly drops to his knees, kissing my stomach as he goes. He kisses the apex of my thigh and hip, his tongue flicking along the wet skin. His mouth trails lower as his hand heaves my leg over his shoulder, pulling me closer to him.
I lean against the wall for more support as he kisses back up my leg from my knee, nipping and sucking as he goes, all the while looking up at me through heavy-lidded, sharp eyes. I stare down at him as my pulse races and my breathing matches my pulse. A quirk of his lips tells me he’s enjoying this slow torture. I roll my hips forward, trying to egg him on; convincing him to put his mouth on my throbbing clit.
He pulls away and I feel cold. A small smile spreads across his face.
“What?” he asks, his voice an innocent, playful growl.
“Please, Brandt.” I jut my hips forward.
“Please what, Eli?” he grumbles into my skin, nipping my thigh between words. I’ve never been more thankful to be in a shower because it’s embarrassing how wet I am right now. I’m sopping, drenched, and eager.
“Please taste me,” I say breathlessly. Something flashes in his eyes, and his smile widens. He grabs my ass with a tight grip and places soft kisses along my pelvic bone. His tongue sneaks out and he places wet kisses on my skin as he travels lower. He finally makes it to just above my clit, then stops. “Ugh! Please, please,” I moan, wiggling my ass and hips desperately. A chuckle rumbles out, and suddenly he dives into me.
His tongue rolls along my clit before sucking it in. He buries his head into me, pressing his nose flat against my pubic mound. His teeth glide over my bud and pulse on it lightly, making an electric current shoot to my toes. His thick fingers find my opening as he runs them along my seam. He gathers some of my moisture and thrusts two fingers inside, hooking them to press against the spongy wall.
“Brandt,” I moan. I feel his smile curve along my pussy, and he thrusts into me harder. His tongue draws circles around my clit as his fingers drag along inside me, stroking me into a frenzy. One of my hands twists into his hair as the other braces against the cool tile wall for support. A tingle creeps over my body and my toes curl. I chant his name over and over as I speed toward the finish line. My insides tense as I get ready to come… “Yes,” I moan. The sparks are shooting all over my body now, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when suddenly…he stops.
When I open my eyes, incredulous, he’s standing, and my foot is back on the ground. He’s pumping himself, his jaw clenching as he uses his other hand to wipe my arousal off his face. “You’re not coming just yet,” he growls at me. I’m heaving breaths when he reaches out, spins me around, and presses me against the freezing glass wall. My face squishes up against the wall, my cheek obscuring my vision slightly. Brandt’s fat, hard cock slips against my clit, and he rolls it around, collecting the natural lube.
He lines himself up, pressing the crown of his dick into me, just one inch to start. My insides are screaming for him to ram his dick inside me and make me come. “Please, please, Brandt. I need you. Now.” I’m begging. I need this man like never before. He pulls back a bit but then slams into me, catching me off guard, gasping for air. “Yes…”
Brandt freezes. Not a single muscle moves. What’s going on? Then it hits me. It feels too good. Way too good. He’s just gone bareback into me for the first time. I revel in the feeling of his skin rubbing against mine. When he still doesn’t move, I rock my hips.
“Fuck, Eli. Stop for a minute or I’m gonna blow,” he growls. I look over my shoulder as the water beats down onto my back, and I see him, tensed, eyes clenched shut. I roll my hips again.
“I’m on the fucking edge. I need you, Brandt.” Something inside him breaks because he slides out and thrusts back into me, and hard. He bucks into me like a savage beast, grunting as his fingers curl around my hip and press in deep. I feel my skin bruise from his grip, but fucking revel in the painful pleasure. He pistons into me, one hard thrust after another. His thick, rock-hard cock drilling into the exact spot to make me come. Fireworks start to explode behind my eyes. “Yes, Brandt. Yes. Yessss…” I moan like a bad porn video, but I can’t help it. The way his cock fills me up and hits the right spot every damn time…it’s too much.
My legs quiver as I spasm around his cock, squeezing him like a vice grip. He grunts out a choppy moan as he finishes, plastering my insides with scorching hot come. As he’s coming down from his orgasm, his thrusts slow, and he leans forward, placing kisses on my back, shielding me from the downpour of water.
He withdraws and helps me stand up straight. My cheek is sore, and no doubt red, and my vision slowly returns in my right eye. Brandt’s shoulders slump as he takes a deep breath, like he’s been waiting to let out this pent-up energy. His come dribbles down my thighs and I squeeze them together to stop the weird sensation. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me under the water.
He turns to grab a loofah, lathers it up with soap, and drags it along my body, wiping it between my legs. “The least I can do is clean up my mess,” he chuckles in a low, gravelly voice. My skin burns, but with what, I don’t know. I can’t describe what’s burning me inside right now. But it’s something I don’t mind. It’s something that feels right with Brandt.
We climb into bed after the shower — naked, at Brandt’s insistence — and his arm sneaks behind my back and drags my body across the bed, tucking me under his arm. My head falls onto his chest and with his other arm, he hooks my leg over his. “Stay put,” he grumbles, his voice full of possession. But then he places a soft kiss on my forehead, sighs, and I feel his body relax.
I’m frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Scared to move. I’ve never cuddled before. My head bounces as his chest rumbles with laughter.
“You can relax. Nothing’s going to happen.”
I draw in a deep breath and let myself relax with the exhale. I do this a few more times and settle in, moving my body to make myself more comfortable. Brandt’s hand trails up and down my side, a light stroke. And somehow, this feels right.