Chapter 8
Brittani
Part of me knew I shouldn’t have given in so easily, and that was true. I knew that. My mind was yelling at myself for that.
But there was also another part that was begging for another time. To try to erase the fact that this was a one-night stand.
He wanted it, he said he was wrong, I can forgive whoever the hell I want. Then I can screw them senseless.
And that was my plan the moment he parked his bike.
I hopped off and ran into his home, not caring that it was his, and I had no idea where I was going.
I tossed my shirt as I raced up the stairs and then figured out which room was his. He followed my example, tossing his own clothing, so when he walked through the doorway, he was in nothing more than his boxers.
And waiting one more moment to feel his lips on mine was not going to happen.
I jumped him, literally. My arms and legs were around him and my mouth was on his. His hands cupped my ass and he moaned, and let me tell you, I felt that down to the very center of my soul.
He walked me over to the bed, dumping me on it. And while I do love bottom, I didn’t want that. I wanted to control him, show him why it was wrong to leave me the way he did.
I sat back up, grabbing him, only to toss him on the bed, making him laugh.
“Anyone ever say you can be rough when the time calls for it?”
“Sure. And I don’t mind. But I’m going to show you why leaving was wrong. I’m going to show you that a quick ride in the morning is the best damn way to start the day.”
His head fell back and he groaned, his hands moving up and down my sides, as if he wasn’t sure what to touch or what to do. Which was so perfect for me.
I captured his lips once more as I sat on his stomach, letting him feel my heat.
“God, you are perfect,” he grumbled, lifting me up so that I was straddling his cock. This didn’t bother me at all either.
But he wasn’t going to direct me. So, I turned my back to him, grabbed his hard dick, and then slowly slid down on him, making him groan.
And hell, my head was spinning. He felt so damn good, it wasn’t even funny. I knew I wanted more and more of this, and I could see why he left, but he was scaring me too.
I didn’t trust myself with relationships, but sex, that wasn’t a relationship, right?
I could keep this causal; I could keep this safe.
Yeah, who the fuck was I kidding?
That wasn’t going to happen, so I had to be careful and mindful.
I leaned forward as I slowly started rotating my hips.
His hands ran over my thighs, then my hips, and finally up my back, where they cupped my shoulders and pushed me further down.
I leaned my head back, crying out at how deeply he was filling me. How he was hitting things in me I hadn’t felt before.
“Shit, you’re soaking me, baby.”
“Damn right. You’re hitting places I didn’t even know where.”
“I aim to please.”
I chuckled, which turned into a moan as he pushed up. The playful side was nice, but I needed my world rocked again.
I needed what only he could give me it seemed. And honestly, I think I was okay with that too.
I groaned as I moved faster, leaning forward now, rotating my hips around and around, grinding down harder. His moans turned into cuss words, which turned into filthy words. And damn it all to hell, he had my pussy so wet with need.
“Keith,” I groaned, digging my nails into his thighs to fight the onslaught of pleasure that wanted to roll through me. It was far too soon. I wanted more.
“So damn wet. This cunt is soaking my dick so well, baby, can’t you feel it? My dick is shaking in your pussy, and you want me to be okay?”
I bowed forward even more, his hands skirting up my back, his rough nails moving down my spine, and the next thing I could feel was his shift as he sat up, grabbed my hair and moved it aside, only to brush his tongue over my neck.
His teeth sank in next and I cried out, the bit of pain so needed and I lost it.
I coated his dick with everything I had, shaking in his arms. His lips trailed up and down my spine as I slowed my roll.
But before I could utter another sound, he flipped us over, threw my legs up in the air, and pounded into me. Never before had I had anyone like this, and I was here for it.
“Keith, keep doing that!”
“Like feeling my dick being buried in you. Like when I pound into you, is that right?”
“Yes!”
His hand wrapped around my throat, and I stared up at him, my jaw dropping slightly.
“You’re going to make me come, and like the good girl, you’re going to take it. I’m also going to make you come again.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, making him grin.
He pushed into me again, and I lost it, shaking once more with the force of my orgasm. His own loud groan filled the room as he thrust into me, before holding himself there.
I never understood the saying of feeling their release, but I did his. Rope after rope coated my inside and shit, I was in heaven over that one. Far more than I should be given how this time and last there was no protection and I was horrible at taking a pill.
Great, I was going to have to talk to him, but something about the way he was currently lying on me said he wouldn’t want to use a condom any more than I did.
“Do you need me to get off of you?” he whispered in my air and I shook my head.
“Nope, not for a moment. And not until that damn snake goes soft.”
He chuckled against my neck, his lips brushing the spot, and I closed my eyes.
“Brittani?”
“Yeah?
“When I do pull out and roll off, and then hold you, you’re not allowed to leave my arms until I say so.”
“Damn Keith, you really are bossy. Do you do this with everyone?” I peeked an eye open and something flickered in his eyes. “You don’t allow anyone here, do you?”
“No, you’re the first woman I’ve brought home. And you’re by far the first woman I’ve ever cuddled with.”
I swallowed hard, feeling that confession in my bones. This was bigger than I had ever thought and it was time we had a serious talk. Because things like this meant far more than could be imagined.
“Can you open the curtains so the moonlight can come in?”
“Of course.” He rolled out of bed and opened them for me, before climbing back in.
He lay on his side, his hand cupping my jaw and I did the only thing I could think of, I pressed my lips against him, letting him know with that what everything meant to me, before I curled up to him, wrapping my arm around his waist and closing my eyes.