Chapter 12 #2
Just once more. Once more wouldn’t be awful, right?
Once more, where I could really get a good look at him…
spend some quality one-on-one time, just me and his dick.
We’d both get our rocks off, and then things between us would calm down.
All that animosity would be alleviated, and we could be… friends?
“I lied.” I slipped my leg farther over his, pulling myself up to straddle his hips.
He brought his hands to my outer thighs, his fingers slipping under the fabric of his T-shirt as he stared up at me, his cock already straining against the confines of his boxers. “Thinking about doing something, then?”
“Maybe.”
The man was ripped, no doubt about that, and I felt like a wisp of a woman next to him.
His body radiated power, and it was a natural high to know I could bring him to his knees.
I brushed my hands over his pecs and the light dusting of hair there, sliding them up to his shoulders, then down his biceps, loving how firm and solid he was beneath me.
Totally unshakable. But I’d shaken him hours ago, hadn’t I? Could I do it again?
“Just so we’re clear…” he said, slipping his hands under the shirt I wore and lifting it up and over my head, baring me to him completely.
He tossed it to the floor as he reached up and cupped one of my breasts, thumbing a nipple and tugging until I gasped.
“Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean you’re in charge. ”
“I don’t know.” I rocked over his cock, sliding my pussy against him as I braced myself on his arms. “This feels a little like I’m in charge.”
“Does it?” He gripped my waist, hauling me up his body as if I weighed nothing until I hovered over his face, my pussy inches from his mouth.
“’Cause I promise you’re not. Now, put your hands on the headboard and ride my tongue like a good girl.
Gotta make sure this pussy is nice and soaked if you want to take my cock again. ”
Jesus, this man had a way with words that shot straight to my clit, the traitor throbbing with anticipation and desire, knowing what awaited it if only I’d succumb.
So I did what any girl who was facing the choice between being in charge or getting eaten out by Brady would do—I placed my hands on the headboard like I was told and sat on his face.
His mouth was open and waiting for me, his tongue seeking me immediately, and I tossed my head back on a moan at the first delicious touch.
I’d been so wrong when I’d thought he surely wouldn’t do this because it was messy.
No, Brady ate pussy like a man on death row being served his last meal.
He sucked and nibbled, licked and swirled until I was a writhing, panting mess above him.
Wrapping his arms around my legs, he gripped my thighs from below and devoured me.
I ground against him, using the headboard for leverage as I rocked back and forth on his face, each flash of lightning through the room illuminating us for a tiny blink of time.
But no matter how far apart those flashes came, Brady’s eyes never strayed from my face.
He stared up at me from between my spread thighs as he licked my clit and fucked me with his tongue, his gaze speaking of want and desire and so many promises of what tonight would bring.
When he sucked me hard between his lips and gently scraped his teeth against my clit, I came. Back bowing, I shuddered and shook over him, my thighs trembling, hands still clinging to the headboard as if they alone could anchor me when the feelings he wrung out of me sent me flying.
Aftershocks still racked my body when Brady shifted and suddenly flipped me so I lay on my back, my head at the foot of the bed as he loomed over me.
“Wait,” I said breathlessly, body still shaking through my release. “I wanted to have a chat with your dick.”
Breathing out a laugh, he shook his head. “Later.”
He braced his hands on the backs of my thighs and spread me wide, tucking my knees up to my chest. And then, without any buildup or easing the way for the monster between his legs, he drove deep inside me, stealing the air straight from my lungs.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He stared down, dividing his gaze between my face and where he disappeared inside me. His eyes were dark and angry, like he was pissed we were this perfect together in bed. “You shouldn’t feel this good.”
“Back atcha,” I attempted to say, though it came out as more of a moan than anything.
I didn’t know if it was the angle he hit, the look of blissful agony on his face, or the fact that he’d thrust into me before I’d even come down from my first orgasm, but he sent me flying again. Immediately. My body was in a tailspin as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over me.
“Oh God,” I choked out, hands gripping his forearms as he fucked me straight through my orgasm, my pussy clenching hard around him.
“Still think you’re the one in charge, pretty girl?
” His head hung between his shoulders, and his fingers dug so deep into my thighs, I was sure I’d have bruises there in the morning, but I didn’t care.
Didn’t care a single bit when he was making me feel this good.
“I’m the one working this pussy up, making you come so hard you see stars. Remember that.”
I didn’t have it in me to argue with him. Could barely manage single syllables at this point. All I could do was hold on while he fucked me like a man possessed. Like he wanted to burrow so deep inside me, he’d never come out. Like he never wanted it to end.
“Once with you wasn’t enough,” he said, his hands still braced low on the backs of my thighs, thumbs running up and down my pussy lips as he thrust into me.
“You think two’ll be the magic number? Or am I still gonna be craving your pussy when I wake up in the morning and can still taste you on my tongue? ”
Before I could respond—with what, I had no idea—he pinched my clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and I jerked my legs closed, the stimulation too much after coming twice in a row. “I don’t— I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Spread those legs for me, lawbreaker, and hold on. You’re gonna be a good girl and give me another one. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me one more time.”
“No, I can’t.” I shook my head even while doing as he said.
I gripped behind my knees, holding my legs tight to my chest as Brady fucked me with a single-minded focus.
It didn’t matter, though. I’d never, ever come more than twice from sex.
And twice was a stretch. Okay, once was a stretch, but that was what B.O.B.
was for, right? “You won’t be able to make me come again. ”
He stared down at me, shoulders tight and jaw clenched, looking like an angry avenging angel—or a demon sent straight from hell to tempt me. “Watch me.”
Still rolling my clit between his fingers and pumping his cock into me with slow, shallow thrusts, he palmed my lower stomach, his fingers stretching hip to hip. Then he pressed down on his next thrust, and I swore the entire fucking world could’ve exploded around me and I wouldn’t have cared.
My eyes widened, mouth dropping open on a gasp when he stroked the spot inside me.
And then kept stroking it, over and over again, never losing his rhythm.
This man I’d fought with for weeks and had fucked only twice had found—and exploited—what I’d only ever been able to reach with a specially designed vibrator.
“Oh shit,” I breathed, lips parted as I held my legs to my chest, spread open and waiting for him to send me where I needed to be. I split my gaze between his face, drawn in concentration, and where his cock disappeared inside me, its girth stretching me to a beautiful, pain-laced pleasure.
He let out a self-satisfied hum as my body responded to him, and he continued the slow, exquisite torture, playing my body like it was an instrument he’d studied for years.
Never speeding his thrusts or increasing the pressure, even though I begged.
And I did. I begged and pleaded, babbled incoherently as my orgasm built slowly inside until I could do nothing but wait for the wave to pull me under.
“Christ, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You’re gonna soak my cock, aren’t you, pretty girl? Gonna come all over me and prove I’m the one in charge of this pussy.”
Light burst behind my closed lids as a riptide swept me away, and I came on a choked sob, my heartbeat snuffing out every other sound in the room.
The pleasure was blinding, exploding through me as my pussy pulsed with every wave that crashed over my body until I was a sated, boneless heap on the bed.
“That’s my good girl.” Brady’s groans filled my ears as soon as my heartbeat receded, and he dropped down, covering my body with his.
He slipped his arm beneath me, sliding his hand up to grip my nape as he drove into me with slow, deep thrusts, his lips resting against mine.
“You look so fucking beautiful coming all over my cock.”
God help me, but when he said things like that, it made me forget that we didn’t work. Didn’t make sense. That what we had was pure, carnal lust, plain and simple.
But when he held me tight and covered my mouth with his, filling me so slow and sweet, it was hard to remember all the reasons we weren’t a match.
Hard to remember why we wouldn’t work. When he captured my lower lip between his, brushed his tongue against mine even as he settled deep and spilled himself inside me, he made it so easy to forget.
Through panting breaths, he kissed the corner of my mouth, my jaw, behind my ear, before pressing his face into the crook of my neck to catch his breath. And there, so soft I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear, he mumbled, “Twice isn’t going to be nearly enough.”