Chapter Twelve
brAY
“GET ON THE FLOOR. On your knees, now!” I demand. I watch as her body visibly shakes from the command. Then like the good little girl she is she gets up, crawls to the end of the bed and climbs down—sitting on the floor right in front of me on her knees.
I wish I had a fucking camera, because this right here is a Kodak moment if I ever saw one.
Goddamn beauty like you’ve never seen before.
Her pale skin is flushed and covered in goosebumps.
Her full breasts heaving up and down with her panting.
Her red hair a tumbled mess down her back.
Her green eyes staring up at me, with a mixture of excitement and need.
“Hands behind your back,” I command.
She obeys immediately. I don’t think she knows just how much she wants to submit to me.
I’m not really one for games in the bedroom.
I’ve dabbled with toys and tie downs, etc.
, but usually it’s just a night to get lost in a beautiful woman and get off.
With Reilly, it’s different though. I want to consume her.
I want to be her whole world. I want to make her out of her mind with need for me.
Walking behind her, I pick up both of her wrists. Leaning down, I whisper into her ear, “Good girl.” I wrap my belt around her wrists, giving it a tug to ensure they’re secure. She won’t be getting out of that anytime soon.
I run my hands up her arms and down over the front of her shoulders, until they finally land on her breasts. Filling my hands with the glorious softness, I give her nipples a pinch. Her back arches as she pushes her breasts into my palms. Little moans escape her mouth.
“You need to be quiet, Reilly. You wouldn’t want anyone walking in and finding you in this position, would you now?”
She doesn’t speak but shakes her head no. Pushing her hair to one side, I lean into her neck and inhale. I can’t get enough of her; she smells like a fucking delicious concoction of fruity flavours. I bite down on her neck, then lick over the bite mark to soothe the spot.
She’s so fucking responsive, the way she bends her neck further allowing me more access to her delicate skin.
I move my left hand down over the smooth skin of her stomach.
I don’t stop until I reach my target. Using my middle finger, I glide it through the lips of her pussy.
She is wet—beyond wet—she’s fucking drenched.
“Ahh, oh God,” she cries out as I tease light strokes over
her and around her clit. Every few strokes, I allow my finger to tease her entrance. As she attempts to move her pelvis out and into my hand, I pull back.
“You’re so wet, baby. I fucking love how your body responds to my touch.
” I continue to pet her pussy for a few more minutes while simultaneously biting down on her neck and tweaking her nipple.
I keep my touch light and teasing. I know she’s slowly building up to an orgasm.
I can feel her body begin to tighten and quake.
“Do you want to come, Reilly?” I ask.
“Oh God, yes, Bray. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it, babe. How bad do you want to come right now?”
“I want it more than you can imagine,” she moans out.
I chuckle, I don’t need to imagine. I’m getting the show from the front seat. “Beg,” I tell her.
“What?” she turns her head looking at me, confused.
“I said beg. You want to come? Beg me to make you come.” My tone leaves no room for argument.
“I’m not begging you,” she declares. I move my finger off her pussy and instead stroke it up the inside of her thigh.
“If you want to come, beg,” I remind her.
She bucks her pelvis out, trying to realign my finger with her centre. It’s not going to work. I want to hear her beg me; I want her to need me, then I want to deliver and prove to her that I’m going to be the one giving her everything she needs from now on.
“Oh. God. Please,” she spits out.
I chuckle. I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out on me for long. “Please what, baby? What do you need?” I stop my movements with my finger just millimetres to her clit.
“Ahh, God, Bray. Make me come now, damn it!” she yells.
So much for being quiet. “Good girl,” I whisper into her ear before clamping down on that sweet spot on her neck just behind her ear. I pull and pinch at her nipple as I slam two fingers into her wet, warm pussy.
“Mmm, I fucking love the feel of your pussy. I could leave my fingers buried in here twenty-four seven.” Using my thumb, I circle her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure I’ve come to know she responds to.
“I want you to drench my hand in your juices, Reilly. Come, now.” Whether it’s a coincidence or not, I don’t know, but her body obeys.
She screams out my name as her body convulses, her pussy strangles my fingers and she pushes her clit down harder into my thumb.
It’s a sight of beauty, watching her fall apart.
“Fucking perfect,” I tell her after her body has recovered. I remove my fingers and bring them to her lips. “Clean them.”
I expect her to recoil or hesitate—she does neither.
She sucks the digits between her lips, swirling her tongue around them.
Fuck me, she’s sucking on my fingers like they’re my cock.
“See how fucking good you taste? I can’t wait to lick your pussy clean before I get it all wet and dirty all over again. ”
Standing up, she shutters as I make sure she has her balance before I walk around to the front of her. She looks up at me, satisfaction written all over her face.
“You good?” I ask, needing to make sure she’s good to continue this play of ours.
“Uh-huh,” she answers with a smile and a nod. “Want to keep going?”
“Absolutely,” she agrees.
The moment I get her agreement, I slip my shoes off and pull my jeans and briefs off in one swoop. Junior comes bouncing up, standing straight and pointing in the direction of the woman who has captured his sole attention.
Stroking my cock a few times, I step closer to her. “Fuck,” I murmur as I watch her lick her full, plump lips. I want those lips wrapped around my cock. “I want to shove my cock down your throat. I want to feel the back of your throat as you swallow me.”
She nods at me, giving me the go ahead that she’s on board with the idea. I’m going to need more than a gesture though; I want to hear the fucking words.
“Tell me, Reilly, do you want my cock in your mouth?” I ask her.
She nods her head up and down.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words, Reilly. Tell me, how bad do you want me to put my cock down your throat?”
“Damn it, Bray. I want your cock in my mouth, now. Please.” She adds the please onto the end as a second thought.
I smile. “Thought you’d never ask,” I tell her as I place my cock at the seam of her lips.
Reilly puts her tongue out, licking the tip and swirling around the piercing.
Just the slightest touch of her tongue is sending jolts of pleasure through me.
I have to force myself not to slam my cock right down her throat.
Inching my cock into her mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, I realize this is what heaven is. Reilly’s warm, wet, welcoming mouth. My attempts to ease in go out the window when she sucks and slides her own mouth all the way down my shaft.
“Fuck Reilly, shit!” I groan as she swallows with my cock in her throat.
What the fuck is that sorcery? I slide back out and slam in again, holding her head to keep her steady while gradually picking up the pace.
Fuck, if I keep this up, I’m going to come down her throat, which I don’t want to do. Well, not this time anyway.
I slow my movements down and pull out of her mouth. Her lips are swollen and inviting, begging for more of my cock. “Fuck, babe, that mouth of yours is a dangerous weapon,” I tell her, picking her up and placing her over the edge of the bed, face down.
She turns her head to look back over her shoulder and smiles at me. “You’re welcome.”
Stepping between her legs, I nudge them open further with my feet. I kneel down behind her, bringing her pussy in front of my face. I know I should drag this out a bit, but I’m fucking starving for a taste of her. Slowly, my tongue drags from the front of her slit right up to the back.
“Mmm, you are the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.”
Her body is squirming; I insert a finger just at the entrance of her pussy while pressing my thumb over the bud of her ass.
Swirling my tongue around her clit, I keep my fingers still, just applying pressure.
Reilly pushes back into my hand, increasing the pressure placed on her two holes, as I continue my torture on her clit.
Her juices run down my hand—she’s fucking drenched. “Please, Bray, I need more. Give me more, please.” She’s begging on her own free will now. I fucking love hearing her beg for me.
Standing up, I pick up my jeans, pull out my wallet and retrieve a condom. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to give you everything you’ll ever need,” I tell her while I sheath my cock.
Lining my cock up to her entrance, I wait before pushing in. “Is this friendly vagina of yours going to play nice with junior, Reilly?” I ask with a laugh, not waiting for her answer before I slam into home. I still as my cock bottoms out inside her.
“Fuck me,” I grunt. “You’re so fucking tight, babe. It’s like your pussy is trying to strangle the life out of junior.”
I make my movement, sliding out slower and allowing her inner walls time to adjust to the intrusion. Slamming back into her, I grab hold of her hips.
“Hold tight, babe, this is going to be quick and rough,” I warn, just before I pick up my pace and slam as hard and fast as I can into her from behind. Her moans are music to my ears, encouraging me to go harder and faster.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. I need you with me, babe,” I tell her. Reaching a hand underneath her, I find her clit and press down hard—stroking, pinching and circling.
“Oh God, Bray. I’m…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, her body seizing up and going stiff, tremors shaking through her. Her pussy gets even tighter, if that’s possible, pulsing and milking my cock as I come right along with her.
I pump a few more times. “Fuck, Reilly.”
I’m lost for any other words. I almost fall onto her before I catch myself and roll onto the bed next to her. Turning to face me, she says, “That was, wow. Just, wow.”
“Yeah, it was,” I reply while untying the belt from her hands, rubbing both of her wrists, and inspecting for any deep markings. The belt cut into her skin a fair bit, but nothing a bit of arnica cream and some bracelets won’t cover.
Picking her up, I lay her under the blankets and climb in next to her before wrapping her up in my arms. Kissing her forehead, I confess, “I really fucking like being your boyfriend, Reilly. I think I’ve got this gig mastered already.”
“I like you being my hidden boyfriend, Bray. What makes you think you’ve mastered the art of boyfriend in—I don’t know, what’s it been—five hours?”
I ignore her little hidden part, hidden my ass.
There is not a soul around who I don’t want to scream out at and tell them of my newfound title.
“Well, I’ve got you in my bed completely satisfied from a really fucking good fuck.
Now I’m going to spend the night spooning you and holding you as tight as I can, and not just so you can’t sneak out on me either.
No, I’m going to hold onto you because I actually want to keep hold of you. ”
“Mmm, I wasn’t planning on sneaking out,” she says
around a yawn.
“Go to sleep, babe. I’ll still be here holding you when you wake up.” I kiss her forehead and settle in next to her, inhaling her sweet, fruity scent.
I have one of the best fucking sleeps I’ve ever had.
I’m in the gym hitting the weights at five in the morning when Zac walks in and turns the music down.
I usually have it blaring while I work out.
Zac had the room soundproofed when he got tired of hearing me working out at odd hours.
Some nights, when I was younger, I’d spend all night working out just to expel the built-up energy that hit me every now and then.
“Did your house burn down?” he asks. “Nope,” I reply and continue my reps.
“Then what the fuck are you doing here at this fucking hour?” He tries to portray that it’s shitty I’m here. He’s not mad though—I know he’d never say no to having me here.
“I wanted to use your gym, so I stayed here last night,” I lie.
“Fuck off, you have a better fucking gym in your own house.”
“Yeah, but I was tired after doing your job at your club last night and didn’t feel like driving home.” I put the bar down.
Zac doesn’t say anything, just stares at me, with those creepy know-it-all eyes of his.
“Fine, I stayed because I was worried about you and Alyssa, okay? Are you happy now, fucker? How is she?” My confession turns his creepy look into one of appreciation.
“She’s scared. I had her take two weeks leave from work. We’re staying in until after the holidays. I think the safest place for her right now is here.”
“Good idea. Anything I can do?” I ask.
“Yeah, find me that fucking bitch. Other than that, try not to burn my club down.”
“I’ll do my best to keep the club as the pristine and well-oiled machine you have it.” I salute his back as he retreats to the door. Just before he opens the door, he turns back to me.
“Oh, and Bray?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time you bring Reilly home, you might want to consider that your bedroom walls are not soundproof, like these ones.”
“Oh, I know.” I smirk.
Zac shakes his head. “I won’t protect you from Alyssa if you hurt her friend, Braydon.”
Oh shit, he brought out the full name shit. I’m actually a little scared of how far he’d go to help her castrate me if she asked. He’d probably do it himself, fucker. “I don’t plan on hurting her. I just plan on keeping her,” I tell him.
“Sure, that’s not the same thing. Poor girl, if she’s getting stuck with your crazy fucking ass.”
“What can I say? The girls all want to be with me and the boys all want to be me.” I shrug as I wipe the sweat from my face with the towel.