Chapter 11 #2
I slipped my fingers from her and smacked them hard against her clit, my cock throbbing at her answering yelp.
I pressed my hand to her, rubbing over her pussy with a soft caress and gathering her wetness on my fingers and palm.
And then I reached down and gripped my cock again, groaning as I stroked her excitement all over my length.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, watching me with hooded eyes.
“Exactly what you think I’m doing. I’m so desperate to be inside you, I’m fucking my fist with the proof of just how much you’re loving this.” I leaned in, grasping my cock with a firm squeeze, and licked a featherlight path up her slit, only the whisper of pressure against her clit.
She moaned loud and long, her hips undulating with every slight pass of my tongue against her. “Please, Brady. Please just—”
“You like knowing that, don’t you?” I asked. “Knowing you’ve got me so worked up, I couldn’t even wait to get inside you.”
“Yes,” she panted, her eyes locked with mine. “But I need more. Give me more. God, please give me more.”
I tightened my fist at the base of my cock, holding firmly as her begging words rushed over me. “Just so we’re clear, I’m doing this because I want you to flood my mouth, not because you told me to.”
“Yes, yes, fine, whatever. Just please—”
I sucked her clit between my lips and slipped two fingers inside her pussy, as I gripped my cock with my other hand.
Fuck, I was as hard as granite and ready to go off like a rocket.
I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been so desperate to be inside a woman like I was now. Like I was with this woman.
“Oh God. Brady, I’m— Fuck, I’m coming.” She released her hold on her skirt and pressed her hands to the back of my head, holding me to her.
Eyes glazed, she parted her lips on a moan as she exploded around my fingers…
against my tongue. And through it all, she stared down at me with a look of awed rapture while I devoured her whole.
The desire to be inside her was no longer a want.
It was a need. A bone-deep yearning to slide into her and feel her clench around me, all while she melted at my touch.
Before she could even catch her breath, I stood and shucked off the rest of my clothes.
Then I gathered her to me and carried her the few feet to the sliding glass doors that looked out over the ocean.
I set her down on her feet, spun her to face outside, and pressed her against the slider with a palm between her shoulder blades. Her hair was damp, still dripping down the small of her back, her tits bare and pressed to the glass.
She turned her face toward me, but it was too dark to read her expression.
The hall light didn’t reach this far, and only pitch blackness greeted us outside.
Waves crashed against the shore as rain battered the roof and windows, echoing the harsh urgency thrumming through my veins.
I needed inside her, needed to be surrounded by her.
Needed to finally quench this thirst I seemed to have for her.
I rucked up her skirt, gathering it in my fists as I slipped my cock between her thighs, sliding it back and forth against her soaked pussy lips. Groaning at how wet she was. How hot. How needy for me.
Lightning flashed outside, showing off her perfect body. Her back was arched, hands pressed to the glass on either side of her head, ass tipped up as she canted her hips toward me, swiveling them as if in search of something. As if in search of me.
“Brady…” she sighed, clenching her hands into fists, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Goddamn, I love it when you say my name.” Bending my knees, I gripped my cock, still slick with her arousal, and drove all the way inside her in one deep thrust.
Her answering moan nearly did me in. Fuck.
Oh fuck. I’d thought about this for weeks, my nights spent imagining all the ways I’d have her.
But even with all that fantasizing, I hadn’t been prepared for this.
Not for her wet heat pulsing around me, or her breathy moans, or her throaty little sighs, or the look in her eyes when the lightning flashed enough to showcase her desire.
I hadn’t been prepared for Luna.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good.” I pulled out before sinking deep, again and again, the constant friction that’d always been present between us finally exploding in how I fucked into her. Hard and frenzied and as if I’d never get enough.
Because I didn’t know if I would.
She reached back and dug her fingers into my ass as I slipped an arm between her and the glass door. I sank one hand between her thighs and fingered her clit while sliding my other hand up between her tits. I wrapped my fingers around her throat, tugging her back for a kiss.
Unlike everything else she tended to do around me, this time, she came without a fight, dropping her head back on my shoulder and opening her mouth for me without hesitancy.
I kept my eyes on her as I swept my tongue into her mouth, groaning as the flash of lightning showcased her features.
Her eyes were closed, pure bliss written on her face while she took me inside her over and over again.
That, paired with the absolute heaven that was her body, nearly did me in.
I fingered her clit faster, stroking circles over the swollen bud as her pussy squeezed me tight. “Fuck,” I swore under my breath. Lips to her ear, I said, “Your pussy’s a greedy little thing, isn’t it? Sucking my cock in so deep. Just begging to come hard all over every one of these nine inches.”
“God, yes,” she panted out on an exhale, lips parted and eyes half lidded as she watched me lose my mind over her.
What was this woman doing to me? She turned me inside out, frustrated me to the edge of sanity and smiled while doing it. She infuriated me, exasperated me, and still managed to have a magnetic pull over me like no other.
I needed this to be a one-and-done with her, because I wasn’t sure I’d survive otherwise.
“Quit holding back.” I gritted my teeth, thrusting into her with wild abandon, the sound of our bodies smacking together mixing with the rumble of thunder and the constant cadence of rain against the windows.
“I’m not,” she managed through panting breaths, her head resting on my shoulder as her fingernails dug sharp crescents into my ass.
“You are. I worked up this pussy, made you dripping wet. This orgasm is mine. I earned every bit of it, and I want to feel it around my cock. Now, give it to me.” I slapped her clit, tightened my fingers around her throat, and sank my teeth into the space where her shoulder met her neck.
Her body went tense even as my fingers strummed her clit in a blur, my cock thrusting so deep, I wasn’t sure where she ended and I began.
Her pussy fluttered, tightening impossibly until she let out a long moan, the sound reverberating against my hand, and pulsed around me, coming with my name on her lips.
“That’s my good girl. Just like that. Fuck.” No longer able to hold myself back, I turned my face into her neck and sank deep with a groan. I spilled myself inside her, her pussy rippling around me through her aftershocks and pulling every ounce of my orgasm from me.
We stood there for long moments, only our panting breaths between us, her body still pressed against mine. All the while, I ignored how much I loved it. Told myself it was just because I hadn’t had sex in a while. It was the circumstance, not the woman, that’d turned me inside out.
It wasn’t until I pulled out of her, my cock slipping from the warm, wet heaven between her legs, that I realized my mistake.
I’d fucked her without a condom. Ridden her bare and then come inside her without an ounce of protection between us. Worse, without even a whisper of a thought about it.
I swore under my breath, scrubbing a hand over my face.
I didn’t make mistakes. I was regimented for a reason, had lived my life that way for a long damn time.
And I’d certainly never lost myself so much in a woman that the mere thought of a condom hadn’t even entered my mind.
I’d never once had sex without one. But all I’d been able to think about was being inside her.
If I didn’t watch myself, all my carefully curated control would slip right through her fingers, and she’d look at me with a sparkle in her eye as it flowed through her hand.
What I really needed to do was run far away from this clusterfuck of a woman, remind myself of all the reasons this was a bad idea.
A long-winded list of why this should’ve been a one-and-done.
Why she wasn’t worth the challenges she brought with her.
Why I had no business involving myself with her at all.
But all I could think about was how soon I could be inside her again.