Chapter 29 Keep It Fair
KEEP IT FAIR
Hours later, they were sitting on the couch, the TV on, Becca sound asleep. He’d gone up to check and had a monitor next to him on the end table.
“You’re not in a hurry to leave, are you?” he asked.
He’d been dying to get his hands on her and not worry about prying eyes from his daughter.
“No,” she said.
He picked the blanket up from the back of the couch and covered the two of them, his arm going around her shoulder.
“Good. We can cuddle.”
His fingers were trailing up and down her neck and shoulder.
“Cuddle, huh? Something tells me you’ve got something else in mind.”
He laughed. “It’s always on my mind. I’m not sure I’m ready to sneak up to my room and lock us in there, and undressing down here is risky.”
Her hand moved under the blanket, over his thighs, and trailed around his dick outside his jeans. He was growing hard faster than he did as a teen when he was looking at naked chicks online without his mother’s knowledge.
“No one says we have to get undressed to get off.”
“Is that all it is for you?” he asked.
She turned her head. “No. But there isn’t anything wrong if it is at times, is there?”
“Absolutely not,” he said.
Because he’d seen the tender side of her too. Last Saturday morning, he’d woken her up, his hand looking for some treasures under the sheet.
It was slow and steady and the heat in her eyes, the movements of her body, the way she reacted to everything he did, told him there was a powerful connection between the two of them beyond the physical.
He’d been searching for it and was ecstatic it was present.
The physical was great, but he’d had that before and wasn’t only looking for that in his life.
He picked her legs up and swung them over his lap, made sure the blanket stayed in place up to their necks, then his hand went under her shirt, her bra, found her nipple and brought it to life.
Her head went back, her neck exposed, his lips hungering for a taste of her delicate skin.
When his thumb and finger squeezed her nipple, she let out a moan and moved her hips on his lap. Almost squirming to find some other relief.
His left hand shifted under her shirt, played with her other nipple, while his right traveled over her ribs, down her belly and unbuttoned her pants.
She helped make room for his fingers to find their way to her wetness, sliding between her lower lips to the target he had in mind.
He thrust one finger in quickly, she jumped and adjusted to make room for him to get deeper.
“Okay?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded. “I’m going to have a difficult time staying quiet.”
“I’ll take care of it,” he said. “Don’t worry.”
He added another finger. It was tighter, but he bet felt better for her as well.
He thrust in and out, then stopped and curled his fingers inside of her. Almost tapping soft internal skin and making her wiggle away.
“Brennan,” she breathed. She sounded as if she was in pain.
He crushed his mouth to hers, then ramped up the pleasure, his fingers making a deep dive, finding a spot he knew was there and holding in place while she ground against him.
His tongue was thrusting into her mouth. She grabbed on and started to suck on it as she came all around his fingers.
She was pulsing, twitching, squeezing him tight. It felt as if her orgasm was going on forever and he’d stay like this all night if it was what she wanted.
When she broke the kiss, he removed his hands, brought them out and put them into his mouth to taste her.
“Oh God,” she said. “That is so dirty in the best way possible.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Feel better?”
“I could fall asleep now, but I won’t.”
“Go ahead if you want.”
Her hands moved to her jeans and fastened them back up, then dropped to his crotch. “And give up this? I don’t think so.”
“I won’t complain if you want to take care of it,” he said.
She pulled the covers up over her head and moved around without him seeing what was going on.
He didn’t have to see anything when he could feel his jeans parting and his cock pulled out.
Now he’d be the one who didn’t make any loud noises and he wasn’t sure he could do that with her hand on him.
He was just ready to tell her to come out so he could kiss her when she put her mouth on another part of him.
Oh shit. He wished he’d known she was going to do that.
This wasn’t slow and steady either.
It was as if she was devouring the hot fudge off the spoon like she had earlier.
She was licking the length of him all around. Giving every bit of his skin attention, then settling on the tip, her lips around him, her tongue corkscrewing so fast he couldn’t keep up.
He put his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes to just feel everything happening.
Without sight of her actions, his level of pleasure elevated to an eight on the Richter scale.
When her lips covered him completely, he knew he was going to come and it was going to be hard.
“Alana,” he whispered.
She wasn’t stopping. Didn’t even pause.
He said it again, only louder.
No response again.
He was rapidly losing his control and didn’t want her to continue if she had no warning of what was to come.
“Alana!” he snapped.
She popped out of the blanket. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” he said. “But damn, I’m just about shot.”
“Good,” she said and covered her head again.
What the hell?
That was answer enough for him when she went right back to what she was doing.
But the minute her fist closed around him and stroked while she sucked, he was done, and shooting into her mouth.
She didn’t pull back and didn’t stop. It went on for longer than he could count.
He couldn’t think of his name let alone what number came after one.
Was it possible he was still coming at this point?
He might taste blood with how hard he was biting his tongue not to shout out.
Then the blanket moved and she was looking into his eyes.
“If you weren’t sitting right now I’d think you’d be ready to drop.”
“You’re finding humor in this, aren’t you?”
“Not humor,” she said. “You tasted me. I had to taste you. Got to keep it fair.”
“That was hardly fair. I’m not sure I can feel anything right now. Every sensation of my body escaped moments ago.”
She grinned and kissed his lips. “I think no one has ever let you just free yourself like that.”
He shook his head. No one ever had. Not like that.
It wasn’t just sex to her and he wasn’t sure why he thought it might be.
He was letting his mother get in his head about things when he never had before.
What he had with Alana was greater than he’d ever experienced with another woman on not just a physical, but an emotional level.
“Something tells me the same could be said about you,” he said, his hand brushing her hair from her face.
“No,” she whispered. “Not until you. I wanted you to feel what I did last Saturday. I hope you did.”
He kissed her again. Softer this time. Gentler.
His heart was racing and it had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with being lost in love.
He pushed her head against his chest, hoping and praying she could feel what he was.
It wasn’t just Becca he worried about getting hurt, but himself, keeping his lips sealed.