Chapter 12
NOLAN
“You’re sure?” I ask when Bree tells me the coffee can wait.
She presses a hand against my pants, covering my erection. “Very sure.”
My lips return to hers, the already feverish passion intensify.
Fuck, what is happening? I’ve experienced lust before. But this? This is something else entirely. But when Bree unzips my pants and reaches a hand inside my boxers, I accept I won’t be figuring anything out tonight.
“Fuck,” I groan as she squeezes my cock.
“You could,” she says, her words a delicious purr as she begins to pump.
“Could what?” I want to hear her say the words.
“Fuck me. Right here, up against your kitchen wall.”
I hook my thumbs into either side of her leggings and tug them down until her ass is fully exposed. I slide both hands around her plump cheeks like I’ve wanted to do since she nearly fell out of the back of my truck that first day and dig my fingers in.
“You have the best ass, by the way.”
“I knew you liked it.”
“Like it?” I growl, my gaze briefly dropping to her hands. My cock springs free as my suit pants drop to the floor. She has one hand wrapped around my shaft, and the other is gently fondling my balls. “I’m fucking obsessed with it.”
“Show me,” she insists.
I enjoy the show for a little while longer before spinning her around. She faces the wall, and I finally get the view I’ve been craving the most. She pops her cheeks out, as though she appreciates my admiration. There’s a purple butterfly tattoo on one cheek, perched on a birthmark.
“You sure do love purple.”
“Purple’s the best,” she says, wigging her ass.
I drag her leggings down to her ankles, kissing the butterfly on my way back up. Then I give it a little nibble.
She moans, slapping a palm against the wall.
I grip her ass cheeks in both hands, leaning my cock against the crack to admire the view. “You know what I really want to do, Bree?”
“What?”
“I want to come all over these cheeks.”
She snaps her head over her shoulder, looking back at me. “You do have messy side. I knew it.”
“But first, I’m going to make you come so much harder than you came on the plane.” I reach around her hips, diving my hand between her legs to spread her pussy lips apart. I slide my cock through the wetness, aiming the tip for her sensitive button.
“Fuck, Nolan,” she moans, bending deeper and spreading her legs wider.
“Use your hand,” I insist. “Guide my cock, babe. Guide it where you want it. But don’t put it inside you. Not tonight.”
“Yes, Boss.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Now you take orders.”
“Coffee and orgasms.” She grips my cock, pressing it hard against her center. “They’re my weaknesses.”
Together, we grind. My cock sliding through her folds, mercilessly teasing her clit.
She flattens her hand, catching my shaft with her palm to keep the friction strong.
It’s almost too much. The sheer wetness, the sight of her ass and that damn butterfly tattoo pointed right at me, the desperate grip of her hand to keep me right where she wants me.
“Come for me, Bree. Come all over this cock.”
“Faster,” she pleads.
I double the pace of my strokes, delighting in the way she comes apart. “Fuck, Nolan!” she cries out as her pussy shudders. It takes all my control not to nut on the spot. I replace my cock with my hand, inserting two fingers into her channel and holding it there as she continues to come apart.
I yank my cock back just as hot ropes of cum release, coating her delicious ass in the messiest way. It’s the hottest fucking sight I’ve ever seen—my cum-covered shaft pressed against the seam of her ass. My seed all over those delicious cheeks.
Bree looks back at me, flashing me a sated smile. “Welcome to the dark side.”