Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
Rainey
It’s unseasonably warm for early fall in Seattle, yet I’m standing here wearing an ankle length raincoat. Why, you ask? Because I’m about to make Brody Harris a very happy man.
“Yeah?” he calls through the door after I knock.
“It’s Rainey.”
I hear muffled curses and loud stomping as he makes his way to the door. He swings it open with a huge smile. “Well, hello. To what do I owe this honor?”
“Are you in there alone?”
Brody tilts his head to the side. “Yeah…why do you ask?”
I slip under his arm and step into the living room right off the entryway. I look around to confirm we are, in fact, alone. “I wasn’t sure with all the noise when I knocked. Thought maybe you were hiding some skank in a closet or something.”
He smirks. “Honey, you’re the only skank I want in my closet.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“That didn’t come out right.” He laughs.
I slowly untie the belt that’s holding my double-breasted coat together. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m having awfully skanky thoughts right now.”
Did I mention Brody is shirtless? Brody without a shirt is a beautiful thing. I’m sure my interest is crystal clear as my eyes run over his ripped abs and muscular pecs.
“Really now? Do tell.”
I let my actions speak for themselves as I fully open the coat and let it drop to the floor.
“ Fuck ,” Brody says reverently.
I’ll give you two guesses what I’m wearing.
I smirk. “That’s the idea. Well, sort of.”
He bites his knuckles as he stares at the garters sticking out from under my short white dress. “Sort of?”
I flatten my hand on his chest and prompt him to walk backward. He takes a step back for each one I take forward until his legs smack into the couch. I give him a little shove until his ass is sitting on the leather cushions.
“You’ll see.” I straddle him, putting my chest at eye level. I smile when his eyes become fixated on the wide gap of exposed skin.
“God, Rainey.” Brody’s hands grip my hips possessively as his face dives into my cleavage. “Would it totally ruin the moment if I motor-boated these babies right now?”
“Probably.” I laugh when he pouts and take his face in my hands. “Easy, sport. I wouldn’t want this to end… prematurely .” I nod to the slight wet spot on the front of his sweatpants.
His head falls back on a groan. “You’ re killing me here. You can’t put your tits in front of my face like that and not let me feast on them.”
I give him a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth before sliding off his lap and dropping down to my knees. His thigh muscles tighten as I push them apart to make room. As I loop my fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants, I wink. “You sure about that? Would you like me to come back up there so you can have my breasts? Or would you rather have my mouth?”
I pull his hard-as-steel dick out of his pants and stroke my hand down its length. It’s even better than I remembered from all those years ago. Brody is long and thick—not porn star grotesque—but I’d guess his dick tops out at a solid nine inches and proudly points to his abs. His manscaping is on point, too, which is always nice. Listen up, fellas. If you don’t manscape, you’re doing a disservice to your partner. Nobody wants to nuzzle a hairy bush or get pubes stuck between their teeth. Seriously.
“Totally not a fair question,” he whines.
I circle my tongue around his crown. “Which one will it be, Brody?”
His back arches. “Mouth! God, please wrap those sexy lips around me.”
I smile. “Good choice.”
Our gazes lock as his cock slides past my lips and disappears into my mouth, inch by rock hard inch. I move up and down his shaft, mirroring the motion with my fist on the part that doesn’t fit. His penis jumps as it hits the back of my throat, and I increase the suction.
“Fuck!” he groans. “You’re so goddamn good at this.”
I smile around his girth before sucking him in deeper and stroking harder. Brody’s hands are now clutching my hair with the perfect amount of pressure. His fingers flex every time I flick my tongue against him, paying special attention to the spot right beneath the head. His obvious enjoyment emboldens me as I reach for his scrotum with my other hand and tug lightly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts. “Don’t…stop…please…unh, just like that.”
I release him with a pop and smile smugly. “Don’t worry, Brody. I’m not stopping until your cum is dripping down my throat.”