CHAPTER 4 Liam Bradley #2
“It won’t hurt. Not with how goddamn wet you are.”
“Solid point, Bradley. But first, you fuck my mouth. Then, you fuck my pussy.”
“And then your ass,” I add.
“Umm…maybe next time.”
Her cheeks flush at her admission.
Next time.
There isn’t supposed to be a next time, though. Right? This was always about just one night after we fell into bed from drinking too much. Tomorrow, clear heads will prevail, and I’ll go back to my life and she’ll go back to hers, and this will be our little secret.
Right?
Except…
Fuck.
It’s not what I want.
I want there to be a next time with her. Selfishly, I want the chance to put it in her ass.
But it’s not just about that.
I want to sit at a bar and throw back a few drinks and laugh with her again.
I want to order her dinner here at my place, and we can eat out on my balcony as we watch the lights of the city glitter.
I want to fuck her on that balcony once we’re done eating. And on my staircases—both the indoor one and the outdoor one.
Except…
I can’t.
Despite her words about next time, tonight has to be it. She’s a mom. She has kids. I don’t want that life.
I guess I better make it a good one.
I slide my finger between her lips again, and she reaches for my wrist like last time and starts to suck. She closes her eyes and really goes for it. She’s enjoying this, and maybe she knows exactly what she’s doing in torturing me like this.
I close my eyes and let her do it for a beat, but my cock twitches between us, the sure signal that he’s ready for some attention.
I remove my finger from her mouth, and I shift, moving up the bed until my cock is nestled on the hollow of her chest. I reach for her tits and cup them at the sides, forming them around my cock, and I pump a few times there, fucking her tits.
Christ, it feels good. More cum leaks out of my tip, and a few more strokes and I’ll be done.
But I want this to last.
I grunt as I fuck her tits a little longer, trying to focus on making it last, thrusting my hips, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples as I hold her tits up to make a spot for me to fuck, and she cries out, “Oh God!”
I look back and see that she’s slipped her finger into her own cunt. Fuck, this woman. She’s uninhibited with me, getting herself off on watching me fuck her tits, and it’s insanely sexy.
I still to watch her as she fingers herself, a soft moan coming out of her as she slides her fingers out of her cunt to rub her clit before she slides them back in again, and then I shift upward a little more, pull on her chin with my thumb, and issue the command. “Open.”
She obeys the order, and I slide my cock into her wet, warm mouth. She’s still fingering herself with one hand as she grips my cock at the base with her other, forming a fist around me as much as she can, and I start to move my cock in and out of her mouth as she sucks on me.
She moans around me, the vibration humming its way through my entire body, and in that moment, it feels like one night with her will never be enough.
She follows each flex of my hips as I fuck her mouth, and she lets go to reach down to fondle my balls in her hand.
She’s literally got me by the balls, and it feels metaphorical.
I’m about to explode in her mouth, but fuck. I don’t want to explode in her mouth, not yet, not so soon. I force myself to back away, to pull out of her mouth, and I get off the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asks, her voice hoarse and low, and Jesus, how is that even a turn-on?
“Condom,” I mutter, and I reach into the drawer beside my bed only to find that the box is empty. “Fuck!”
“Hm?” she asks, and she turns to look at me.
“I’m out of condoms.” I say it sheepishly, and truthfully, I’m a little embarrassed. I’m usually much more responsible than this. “Let me DoorDash some.”
“Or…” she says, and she sort of singsongs the word.
My eyes dart to hers. “Or…what?”
“Never mind. It’s a bad idea.”
“What is?”
“Um…” She seems to war with herself, and then she makes a decision. “You can just go ahead with it. I’m on the pill even though I haven’t had sex in like a year, year and a half, and I—”
She shuts up when my mouth slams to hers.
I’ve never moved so quickly to get on top of a woman before, but she just invited me to have sex without a condom.
She hasn’t had sex in a year and a half, and while we are not the same since I had sex last week, I did it with a condom, and I’m absolutely certain I’m healthy after my recent physical with my personal doctor, complete with bloodwork.
I’m kissing her like my life depends on it. Our tongues thrash together, and my cock is pressing against her clit again, and she’s moving all around because she likes how it feels when my cock rubs on that sweet clit of hers.
She moans into my mouth, and her nails dig into my back with one hand as she grips me with the other, guiding my cock all around her clit before she finally pushes me down and inside her.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, drawing out the word as her tight cunt surrounds me. It’s hot and slick, soft and silky, and there’s no way I’m going to last more than a few pumps after all we’ve been through tonight.
I push in as deeply as our bodies will allow, and I hold there, pulling back from her mouth to catch her eyes with mine. Her pupils are dilated and her eyes are hazy as she basks in the pleasure I’m giving her from my body, and my cock twitches inside her.
She moans. “Liam.” Her single word is soft, a plea to move, a plea not to move, to stay still, to lock into this moment. It’s a prayer, a vigil, a hope.
“Pen,” I murmur, and I hold myself up so her nipples are just grazing my chest as I start to move in earnest.
I buck my hips against her over and over and over, our eyes connected as we move together with nothing between us.
She hooks her legs and arms around me, and she clings onto me for the ride as I carry us both to heights we’ve never seen before.
Her moans tell me to keep moving, keep pushing, keep up the rhythm because she’s not done with me yet, but as I stare down into her eyes and feel the eroticism of the moment, I can’t hold on.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Pen, your cunt’s too perfect.
Fuck, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.” I growl as my body betrays me, the well of release pulsating over and over and over into her sweet, gorgeous cunt, giving her every last drop I have to give as she wrings me dry, and just as my spasms slow and my grunts calm, she’s pushed into her own release.
“Oh, God!” she screams, and she claws at my back, still surrounding me as her entire body goes rigid with release. She rides out the contractions and pulses of hot pleasure, screaming her way through it, and fuck, I love a screamer.
She gives it all to me, telling me exactly how much she loves my cock, how good it feels, how she never wants this to stop. I don’t even know if she realizes what she’s saying, but somehow I feel every single word she cries deep in my chest in this ethereal, unreal experience.
I can’t let this end after only one night.
I can’t.