Chapter 32 It’s Never Just a Kiss #2
His fingers traveled down, alternately stroking and scraping over my skin until his thumb lingered over my clit while the other, much larger part of him nudged my entrance.
Yeah, less Coke cans, more rolling pin. Good Lord.
“Brendan Black,” I murmured.
He gazed at me with an expression that was half drunk. “Yes, angel?”
“You, sir, are a tease.”
A sly half-smile emerged, bringing out his left dimple. “I’m just enjoying this while it lasts, sweetheart. A man gets a chance to explore, he needs to do it properly and learn the terrain.”
He drew his cock through my slickness, and I arched as his thumb started slow, gentle circles over that sensitive spot.
“Oh!” I gasped as he pinched lightly.
He bent down and sucked the spot on his neck where not long ago, he’d left a mark. “Like that, do you?” He continued to tease, rubbing harder now.
My hips arched into that touch brazenly. “M-more.”
“More what, angel?” He bit lightly just below my ear. “You want my fingers? You want my mouth? My cock? You gotta tell me what you like, baby, or I can’t give it to you.”
I gasped as he found one particularly sensitive spot and shifted so his fingers teased in multiple places. Never entering. Just…coaxing. “I—oh, God—I like that.”
His thumb applied more pressure, and I moaned, uncaring for who might hear outside the suite. The whole party could be there with their ears pressed to the door, and it wouldn’t have mattered.
“What else?”
“I…” I was finding it hard to speak, given what he was doing with his hand. The man wasn’t a prince. He was a magician.
“Tell me, Simone. Otherwise, I won’t know how to give you what you want.”
“I don’t—” I gasped when the head of his cock slid again through my wetness but not quite into it. “I d-don’t know exactly.”
At that, Brendan sat up. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” Horror flashed across his face. “Christ, angel, you aren’t a virgin, are you?”
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could look at him properly, but I couldn’t help the flush that heated my body. “Um, no. I am not. But I…well, I haven’t had many partners either.”
His eyes might as well have pinned me back to the bed. “How many?”
For the first time all night, I felt truly uncomfortable. “Brendan, I don’t think that really matters.”
“Simone.”
I swallowed thickly and looked away. “What?”
“Look at me.” His voice was now slightly hoarse as he took my chin and forced me to follow his order.
“Just so we’re clear, you could be a virgin.
Or you could tell me you’ve been with half of Boston.
Either way, I wouldn’t give a fuck because no one is ever going to make you scream tonight like I will. ”
I gulped. “Oh.”
One dark brow lifted. “I’m not asking because I’m jealous, baby. I’m asking because tonight, I need to know every single thing about you.” He leaned down to kiss me again while his right hand slipped between my legs again, returning to its work. “So tell me again. How many?”
My head fell back onto the pillow as his thumb found my clit. “T-two. Charlie Palmer in h-high school and this guy named Van when I first moved to Boston.”
“That was years ago, angel.” I was gifted another kiss. His thumb found my clit and started to move in circles again. “Are you really telling me you’ve been celibate that whole time? A beautiful, tempting thing like you?”
One finger slipped back inside me while his thumb continued to work. My eyes squeezed shut, and Brendan bent down to take my other nipple into his mouth. I decided the question was rhetorical, which was convenient since I couldn’t talk anyway.
“And are there any choice moves that those two fools—”
“They weren’t fools,” I mumbled, though I arched again as he added a second finger to the first. “They were nice.”
“They were fuckin’ idiots,” came the growl against my breast, “if they couldn’t figure out how to keep you. Now, were either good at something that I need to learn?”
I gasped as a third finger slid inside me. Stretching me. Preparing me. “N-no. It’s mostly just been up to me.” And it’s never been like this.
“Not even one?” All three fingers curved. When I arched into the slight discomfort, he paused, though his thumb kept circling, harder now. “You can take it, baby. You’ll need to for me.”
Oh.
Then his lips found mine again, and with the combination of his kiss and the solid pressure of his body hovering over mine, I was finally able to relax. Then and only then did the fingers inside me start to move in concert with his thumb.
“Brendan,” I gasped as my hips started to rock into the pressure as if of their own accord.
“That’s it, angel. Fuck my hand and show me how you come.”
My orgasm was quick and electric, shooting through my body like an arrow that left my thighs shaking.
“Yessss.” Brendan’s mouth was hot against my ear. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart. I’ve been wanting to see it again since that night in my car. It haunts my fuckin’ dreams, that sound you make.”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.
Then he was gone, a sweep of cool air replacing his warm body as he stepped away. Vaguely, I registered the crinkle of a condom wrapper before he returned to kneel between my legs. There, he surveyed my body like a pirate taking stock of his booty.
“Can I?” The broad head of him pressed against me, but once again, he waited for my consent.
“Y-yes,” I panted. “I want it.”
“Good.”
The gossips at the party would love to know that Brendan was very well-endowed. He knew it too, at least enough to give me extra time to adjust to his size, sinking in slowly, one inch at a time.
At last, he seated himself completely with a deep, satisfied sigh. “Fuck, you feel good.”
He bent over, balancing with his forearms braced on either side of my head so he could capture my lips and kiss me until my body resumed its Jell-O-like state from before.
“All right?” His tongue traced the outline of my mouth.
I nodded. “I can take it.”
He shuddered. “Good girl.” And then he started to move.
It was slow at first, still allowing my body to acclimate to both the size and force of him. Then he found a rhythm that had me reaching for his back, the sheets, anything to anchor me through the impossible mix of pleasure and pain.
“Brendan!” My gasps turned to cries.
“That’s it, angel. I said I’d make you scream my name, didn’t I?”
The party downstairs ceased to exist.
This house, with its overwhelming opulence.
His family, the money, the fake engagement…
It all faded away, blotted out by ecstasy that was one hundred percent real.
When he finally crashed over the edge, I was right there with him, our bodies combusting together like a thunderclap releasing over the sea outside.
“Brendan,” I murmured as he collapsed over me, then rolled to the side to gather me into his chest.
His name was my safe haven, I realized as the world gradually came back into focus. Here, in his arms, I could finally rest. With his name on my lips, I found a bit of peace.
I wondered if he felt the same way.
If he sensed the feeling that we had both found ports in a storm of our own making.
He stroked my hair and ran one of those large, capable hands up and down my back until my eyelids fluttered closed. And I drifted into nameless dreams and wondered no more.