10. Braxton #3
When she balances using one arm, she reaches for her breast, and then pinches her nipple—twisting and pulling it the way I know she likes—I can’t control myself.
I lean forward and take the tight bud into my mouth, sucking hard.
Vanessa lets out a moan and grabs the back of my head, holding my face to her chest. Her movements quicken right before she lifts her hips and slips my cock inside her, seating herself on top of me.
“Fuck,” I groan as she releases a loud moan.
When Vanessa rolls her hips like she did on stage, I lean back, and my hands grab her hips. We both watch as my cock slides in and out of her over and over. My shaft shines with her arousal, getting wetter with each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come again,” she says. “You’re so fucking deep like this. God, you feel so good.”
“I hope you’re close, baby, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“Don’t. I don’t want you to hold back, Braxton.”
I grab her hips and lift her slightly. Then I begin pumping into her from the bottom, keeping her hips still as I jerk my hips hard, hitting the same spot she used to get off with her fingers.
“Ah, Braxton. Fuck, keep going.”
I grit my teeth and my jaw tightens to stone. Sweat drips down my face, and my side is screaming at me from the effort, but I don’t give a damn about the pain right now. I’m inside Vanessa, and that’s as close to heaven as a sinner like me will ever get.
It only takes a few more thrusts before her walls pulse around my dick and she throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips. Lips I need to kiss. The tingling starts in my balls, and I explode, my cock jerking and spilling inside her.
I drop her onto my lap and grab her by the back of her head, slamming my mouth to hers. The kiss is wild, almost violent, as our tongues duel and our teeth clash as though we’re trying to devour each other.
We don’t break apart as the last of our orgasms vibrate through our bodies.
My body is humming with the pleasure and satisfaction I haven’t felt in far too long.
It’s crazy to know how addicted I’ve become to the girl I’m still inside because I’m not ready for our connection to end, but here we are.
Finally, the kiss slows, turning into sweet caresses of our lips against the others.
I press my forehead against Vanessa’s, and she lets out a small chuckle. “Can’t say I’ve ever done that in the VIP room. God, that was hot. We’ll definitely be back here again.”
“As long as I’m the only one you give that particular experience to, then I’m all for it.”
Vanessa doesn’t say anything at first, simply presses her palms to my cheeks and looks me in the eye. “Only you, Braxton.”
There’s something behind her words that makes my chest swell with an emotion that neither of us has talked about. Or rather, we had, and we agreed that this specific emotion wasn’t in the cards for us.
And fuck me if I don’t want that to change in the worst way imaginable.
She removes herself from my lap with a groan. “You know, we didn’t use a condom,” she says without looking at me. I was so fucking wrapped up in her I didn’t even think about it.
“I was tested before you came to the clubhouse. And obviously I haven’t been with anyone else.”
She arches a brow. “Obviously?”
I give her a flat look. “You’re seriously questioning me?”
She smiles and shakes her head. “I don’t know what you do when I leave your room at night. Maybe you sneak out of the clubhouse to your secret lover.”
I stare at her a beat and then grab her around the waist, pulling her back onto my lap. Vanessa lets out a yelp that’s more of a laugh than a plea.
“You better take that back,” I say, tickling her sides.
She squirms on my lap and I’d be a liar if I said my dick didn’t take notice.
“You could have a whole secret life. A wife and kids stashed away somewhere,” she says, laughing the entire time.
I finally take mercy on her and rearrange her so that she’s facing me, both of us breathing hard.
My hands sweep her hair away from her damp face, and I lean toward her, pressing my lips to her in a sweet, chaste kiss—considering she’s in nothing but a thong and my dick is still hanging out of my jeans.
“You know there’s a way for you to make sure I don’t,” I say.
“Sit by the front door and never sleep?”
I roll my eyes. “No, smart-ass. Maybe don’t kick me out of your bed after I make you come. Or maybe don’t rush out of mine.”
“Like, sleep in the same bed? Together?”
“I could put a row of pillows between us if you like to have your own space.” Now it’s Vanessa’s turn to roll her eyes. “We slept together in New York, and I don’t know about you, but I slept like a rock.”
“But you snored like an elephant.”
I shake my head. “I did not.”
Vanessa smiles. “No, you didn’t.”
“And I think you liked waking up with my tongue between your legs.”
“Oh, I definitely liked that part.” She leans over and kisses me. “A lot.”
“So it’s safe to say you’d like more wake-up calls like that, yes?”
“It would be a reasonable assumption,” she says, drawing out her answer.
“Then it’s settled. No running out after sex.”
“And you make me come every morning before getting out of bed.” Vanessa tilts her head to the side as though she’s considering the offer then nods. “Okay, I can get on board with that.”
And I can get on board with finally making some progress against those damn walls of hers.