Chapter 34
There wasno logic or plan when we burst through Brett’s apartment door. Our fingers grabbed for the other’s searing flesh, and our skin ached to join. Brett planted his hand flat on my stomach, pushing me until my back hit the wall. I gasped from the impact, wedged between the hard wall and his muscled body. My chest heaved as Brett tore open my shirt and trailed wet kisses down my neck, running his warm tongue along my collarbone. His lips sent shivers down my spine as he continued to explore my body, his hands roaming every inch of me, stoking the fire burning between us. My legs trembled with anticipation as his kisses trailed lower until his mouth met the delicate skin above my waistband.
He peeled off my shirt and flicked my bra open, pulling it off and discarding it to the far corner of the room. I moaned, thrusting my hips into his touch, craving the warmth of his skin against mine. Brett stood, leaving us eye to eye. Shoving two thick fingers into my mouth, to the point of gagging me, he withdrew the dripping digits with my saliva. Not breaking eye contact, Brett took those fingers, shoving them between my pants and my hot, wet center.
His thick fingers sunk into me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. My eyes rolled back, my hands gripping his shirt, my nails digging into his flesh.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” Brett urged, his rhythm picking up, fucking me blindly with two fingers, preparing me. I obeyed, spreading my legs wide, my knees wobbling as he continued to finger fuck me. My heart pounded in my chest as our gazes locked. Brett”s eyes were filled with hunger and desire, a perfect match to the inferno building within me.
His fingers were on fire as he pulled them out of me, dangling the glistening digits in front of me. Just when I thought they were going to land on my tongue, Brett redirected his hand, covered in my arousal, and licked my juices until they were gone. Our lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, and we tore our clothes off with desperate hands, tearing the barrier between us. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, replaced with the sound of our hearts beating in sync, driving us forward. His hands moved down, guiding me as I stepped out of my pants, my body buzzing with anticipation.
Brett scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my throbbing pussy rubbing against his hot erection. We ended up in his bedroom seconds later, filling the air with our gasps and groans. He collared my neck with his hand and slammed me down onto the mattress. Brett never acted this rough, and I fucking loved it. But this was how much he wanted me. I was there to please him. I was his.
I needed him more than anything, my lust overwhelming me as I covered his body with kisses. I wanted to devour him, to bury myself in his skin. I gripped his face and looked into his eyes, seeing the storm of emotions there. Raw desire, unconditional love, and a hint of terror. We both knew what was coming, and neither wanted to back down.
Brett sat back, balancing on his knees, and threw one of my legs over his shoulders while pushing the other side, opening myself up to him completely with my glistening sex on display. He threw one hungry look at my pussy as he guided his hard cock to my entrance, pushing in ever so slightly. The tease was enough to make both of us go mad. There was plenty of time to take it slow, but right now, neither of us had the patience to wait. I trailed my nails down his sweat-slicked, rippled torso and placed my hand behind his on his dick, easing him into me.
Brett pushed harder, his muscles straining, eyes locked on mine. His gaze was intense, fervent. We shared a raw, primal connection that was stronger than any words. I needed him to take, fill, and make me his. He thrust into me slowly at first, testing my limits, feeling my body respond to him. As he began to pick up the pace, our bodies synchronized, moving in harmony. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my lips finding his. My nails dug into his skin, leaving red marks. My mark.
“Touch your clit,” he whispered, sending goose bumps trailing my skin. “You’re gonna come on my cock.”
I did as instructed, sliding my fingers down to my aching core. The moment my fingers instinctively settled on my swollen bud, a wave of pure pleasure surged through me. I moaned into his mouth, our kiss deep, unbreakable, stroking myself, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. My hips bucked wildly against his, the exquisite friction of his cock inside me and my fingers on my clit intensifying with each thrust. I threw my head back, losing myself in the pleasure, my gaze still locked with his, our faces contorted with passion. I felt the familiar swell of my orgasm building, the pressure growing more intense with each second. Chasing my climax, Brett reached down and grabbed my other wrist, pulling it away from my clit. His eyes were intense, his grip firm. He pounded into me harder than before, and I screamed out his name when my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. It was the most intense orgasm I”d ever experienced, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
I tugged my fingers through Brett’s sweat-soaked hair and pulled him so my lips were flush against his ear. “Come in me, baby. Give it to me.”
Brett’s eyes flared, his face contorted in pleasure as he grunted and fucked me into the mattress. His jaw clenched, and he tensed. His cock swelled between my walls.
“Come for me, baby.” My voice hoarse and spent from moaning his name.
Brett grunted, his eyes fluttering shut, his entire body trembling. He pumped into me harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic as if his body was trying to escape the intense pleasure. I clawed at his back, my nails digging into his skin, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Fuck, Julia, I”m gonna come,” he growled.
My pussy clamped around his cock, milking him for every drop that was about to explode. One final thrust, pushing deep into me, lost it. Hot cum filled me, spilling inside my walls. The sensation was overwhelming, the connection so intense it was almost spiritual.
As he collapsed on top of me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against my chest, I knew this was where I wanted to be. And I never wanted to go back because being here, with all of Brett’s weight on top of me, never made me feel so safe and at home.
Eventually, we repositioned our sticky bodies and lay beside one another, staring at the white tray ceilings. This was a nice apartment, and I wondered how much rent cost here. I never thought about Brett’s financial position, but I couldn’t help but be impressed with the more details I learned.
“What are you thinking about?” Brett asked, throwing a lazy arm across my bare breasts, teasing a semi-hard nipple.
“How much is your rent?” I turned my head and ran a finger along his perfectly square jaw.
“Of all things, this is what pops into your head?” Brett laughed. “Why do you want to know?”
I shrugged. “I was just wondering. You don’t have to answer.” And threw him a casual smile.
“Four thousand.”
“What?” I gasped.
“What can I say? It is what it is in this area.” A fading grin rippled across Brett’s face, and I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss those irresistible lips.
When I pulled away, I peered at him through hooded lids. “Move in with me.”
Brett”s eyes widened, but a hint of mischief sparked in them. ”What did you just say?” He propped himself up on his elbow and ran a hand up my exposed inner thigh.
I giggled and stopped the hand from any further intrusion. “I’m being serious. ”Move in with me,” I repeated, this time with more conviction.
“You’re really serious?” Brett raised an eyebrow.
“I mean it. And I know you won’t believe this, but when your mom came to see me today, she said she was worried I’d be missing out on someone great in my life because I was letting the past dictate my present. And then she said I could be acting this way with any man, not just you. That’s when it hit me. I didn’t want to see myself with anyone else. I only want you.” My eyes dropped from his bottomless orbs to his mouth. “So, what do you say?”
Brett leaned in, our foreheads touching. “Should I start packing now?” His laughter filled the room, and I joined in. ”I guess so.” He pulled away and pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “How did I ever land someone as amazing as you? I’m so lucky.”
I kissed his inner wrist, leaning into his hand, and said, “We’re lucky. So stupidly lucky.”