Vanessa #2
I pull away, breathless and so fucking turned on, but things need to be said before this goes any further.
His lips trail down my neck, and I push him away slightly.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to get out the words that need to be said when the only thing I want is to rub against him like a cat in fucking heat.
“We need ground rules,” I pant out.
Braxton quirks a brow. “Ground rules?”
I nod, trying to tamp down the instinct I have to climb him like a tree. “Yeah. This is sex. That’s all it can be. No sleepovers. No whispering sweet nothings in the early morning. Just sex.”
The corner of his lips tip up. “Great sex,” he clarifies.
“Phenomenal sex, but nothing more.”
“Like a one-time thing?” he asks.
“I’m not saying that.” Nor would I ever dream that having him one room over isn’t going to be a serious test of my willpower. “But this isn’t going to turn into a big commitment with flowers and love notes or some shit.”
“Do I strike you as a love note kind of guy?” he asks as he looks down at me with amusement in his blue eyes.
“No, but I don’t want you to all of a sudden fall in love with me and express your undying affection,” I say.
He nods once. “No sleepovers, no flowers, and no passing notes. Anything else?”
I nod. “When all is said and done, we go our separate ways, no hard feelings.”
“There’s only one thing hard right now, and it ain’t my feelings.” He punctuates his point by grabbing me by the waist and pressing his cock against me, causing me to laugh.
“I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”
He shrugs, “A little.” His hands trail up and down my back in a soothing gesture. “We’re on the same page, Vanessa. Neither of us is really in a place for a relationship. But I’m tired of not taking what I want, and right now that’s you—naked with your pussy dripping for me.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out as his mouth connects with mine again, his kiss causing my brain to short-circuit.
He breaks the kiss, panting hard against my mouth. “You going to invite me in?”
“I thought the invitation was implied. Are you a vampire or something?” I joke.
“I do like to bite,” he growls, nipping my throat before soothing the flesh with his tongue.
“For the love of all that is holy, get in here and take your pants off,” I moan out.
Braxton chuckles and runs his hands over the curve of my ass to the backs of my thighs before bending slightly at the knees and hoisting me up.
My legs instantly wrap around his waist, and I slam my mouth to his as he steps inside my room and kicks the door closed with his boot.
I fucking love the way he lifts me effortlessly.
I guess his being well north of six feet and stacked with muscle comes with more than a few advantages for me.
Braxton takes four long strides to my bed and sits on the edge with my knees on either side of him.
He grabs my hair and tilts my head back, licking his way across my extended neck.
I place both hands on his knees as my hips writhe against the large bulge behind the zipper of his soft denim.
Braxton lifts his head from my throat and watches as I grind against him, taking myself higher and higher.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“It would feel better if there weren’t so many layers between us.” I bite my bottom lip and quirk a brow.
Braxton’s reply is a devilish grin that plays on his lips as he begins to slowly pull down the zipper of the light hoodie I threw on over my tank top before leaving the club.
When it’s undone, he slides the material over my shoulders, effectively trapping my arms behind me.
His fingers dance along the waistband of my yoga pants and just when I think he’s going to use them to give me the much-needed relief I’m after, he slides his large palms under my tank top and lifts the material along with the bra I was wearing over my tits, exposing the upper half of my body to his heated gaze.
“Goddamn, Vanessa, you have the most glorious fucking tits I’ve ever seen.
My mouth has been watering all night remembering what they tasted like.
” He dips his head and pulls my nipple into his warm mouth and sucks hard.
My hand grips the back of his head as I let out a low moan and he bites, causing a gasp to fall from my lips.
“As good as you remember?” I ask, still grinding my pussy against his hard cock.
His mouth pops off and he swirls his tongue around the abused skin. “Better. So much fucking better,” he replies as he moves his mouth to my other breast.
My back arches as his fingers twist and pull the nipple he’s not sucking on.
“Fuck, I want you inside me.” The words come out as a desperate plea, which is fair, considering that’s exactly how I feel right now.
Desperate for him to rid us of our clothes.
Desperate to feel his mouth on every part of me. Desperate to feel him inside me.
He releases my hard nipple from his mouth and grabs me by the back of my head, slamming his mouth against mine. The kiss is frantic and deep. His other hand clutches my hip and he presses me harder against his cock, rocking his hips in time with mine.
Suddenly, Braxton breaks the rough kiss. “Shit, I need to grab a condom,” he says, breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against mine.
I nod, and Braxton helps me to take the hoodie off the rest of the way as I swing my knee over his lap and fall to the bed, landing on my back.
He stands and adjusts himself before turning toward me. “Stay right there.”
“Just like this?” I ask, stretching my arms over my head and arching my back with my naked breasts still on full display
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’ll be right back.”
He walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
In a flash, I whip my tank top and bra from my body and pull my yoga pants off, throwing them on the floor.
I bend my knees and place my hand over my pussy.
My middle finger begins swirling my wet clit as Braxton opens the door to my room, stops for a breath and slams the door behind him.
“You moved,” he says, stalking toward me and tossing the strip of condoms onto the mattress.
“I did,” I say, dipping my finger inside me then moving it back to my clit, continuing to run small circles over the bud.
Braxton reaches behind his neck, grabs his T-shirt, and pulls it over his head. He has a little more ink on his chest than he did when I last saw him without clothes. Colorful patterns swirl over his chest and down his arms, and I get the sudden and intense urge to trail each line with my tongue.
“I should make you wait to come for disobeying me,” he says darkly, staring down at me as he undoes his belt and toes off his boots.
“That’s fine. I don’t mind doing it myself,” I tease.
“Like hell you will.”
In one swift motion, Braxton’s pants hit the floor and he steps out of them, coming to lie on the mattress. He grabs my thighs and yanks me closer to him. I let out a startled yelp that turns into a long moan as he swipes his tongue through my center.
“Fuck,” I pant when he flicks his tongue mercilessly against my swollen clit. I swear to God, this man’s mouth is just as good, if not better, than any toy I’ve ever had between my legs.
I grab two handfuls of his dark hair and pull hard as he chuckles into my pussy.
When he lifts his head, his short beard is glistening with my arousal.
“Still want to do it yourself?” he asks, quirking his mouth in a damn smirk that I want to smack or fuck off his face.
It really could go either way right now.
“You may proceed,” I reply cheekily, and Braxton huffs out a laugh.