4. Sabrina
4
Sabrina
“You’re a lot different than I thought you’d be,” I admit to Braxton as we pull into the underground parking lot at Mercy Manor, one of the many hotels owned by my dinner companion. I mean it, too. He’s not just a cold businessman who makes other suits shake with fear in the boardroom or the back alley. He’s warm and funny, and so smart that I think I might be crushing on Queen’s City reigning kingpin.
I can’t tell him about the crush or the fact that this is, hands down, the best date of my life.
He flashes a slow smile, the kind I’m sure just magically melts away women’s panties because mine are completely gone. A deep laugh escapes and my heart does a backflip, my stomach lurches and a shiver races down my spine as he guides me to the elevator. “So you’re not scared of me anymore?”
Am I? Hell yes . The answer comes swiftly but it’s not the same fear from earlier when I thought I was gonna die, oh no, this is a different kind of fear altogether. I look up at him and nod even as a smile creeps across my face. “Terrified,” I whisper once we’re inside the elevator car.
“Ah, fuck,” he growls just as his lips lower to mine and there’s an eruption of heat and fire and lightning bolts pulsing through my body. His kiss is everything I ever thought a kiss should be. I’m hot as his tongue slips between my lips and then I’m cold. His tongue is magic as it swirls against mine, rolling and dancing like this isn’t our first time kissing. My heart is beating so hard and so loud I’m sure he can feel it against his chest. He spears his fingers through my hair, gripping my head so he can devour my mouth even more intensely.
I think I hear the elevator doors slide open but all I can see and hear and feel is Braxton. His hard chest up against my hands. His tongue deep in my mouth and his hands gripping my head. And then we’re on the move into his suite, our legs tangling until we almost trip. “Wow, that’s some kiss.”
He flashes another of those smiles that would melt my panties off if they hadn’t already incinerated in the car. “So, Sabrina. Is this night over?”
I think about it, not just the question he’s asking but the one he isn’t asking as well. Do I want to walk away from this wonderful evening without seeing it through to the very end? I know it’s only going to be tonight, that this is some dream sequence that I’m not even sure is real. We can’t be more than one night because of who he is and who I am. Am I okay with that? Yeah, we’re totally okay with it, my body answers immediately. So, yeah, okay, I’m doing this. Braxton’s gaze is still on me and he’s waiting patiently. “Not unless you want it to be, Brax.”
His blue gaze burns black and then his hands are all over my body while his mouth takes mine again, kissing me like he’s a thirsty man and I’m the only thing that can quench his thirst. It’s an out of body experience, to be kissed so thoroughly that you lose all sense of time and space, but that’s how I feel.
Did we kiss for a minute?
An hour?
An eternity?
I have no clue but at some point the lavender dress ends up on the floor and I’m standing in front of the hottest man I have ever seen in nothing but my underwear. Sure it’s no different than a bikini but it just feels more intimate especially with the way Brax is looking at me. “Holy fuck, Sabrina. You’re gorgeous.”
I’m not but when he says I want to believe it. “Thank you.” My body shivers when he drags one finger down the center of my body, between my breasts and down to the damp spot on my panties between my legs. “Yes,” I hiss out.
“You’re already wet for me, Sweeting. You want this?”
I don’t even know what this is but I know I want it. I mean obviously I know the mechanics but I’m flying blind. “I do. Badly.”
“Good girl,” he growls and picks me up, carrying me to the bedroom I saw earlier before tossing me onto the mattress. He kneels down beside me, gripping my panties at the hip and tearing them off.
Why is that so fucking hot? My breaths come out in harsh pants and there’s an ache between my legs that’s new to me. This isn’t the attraction I normally feel when I see Thor or his equally yummy brother, this is something different. It’s darker and more intense.
Next my bra comes off and I am completely bare. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growls. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on those tits.” He removes everything but the boxer briefs gripping his muscular thighs, his gaze sliding over me like a caress. “Open up for me, Sabrina.”
I open my legs and look away, feeling embarrassed to be so open to someone else.
“Look at me.”
His commanding tone startles me but I look at him and the more I do, the wetter my pussy is becoming. He really is a beautiful man from his thick black hair to his dark five o’clock shadow, not to mention the muscles and the tattoos. And the nipple ring.
Nipple. Ring.
I’m in over my head but I can’t look away as Braxton kisses his way from my ankle up the inside of one thigh and then the other. “Oh!” My hips buck up when his tongue slips between my folds and finds that sensitive bundle of nerves. Over and over his tongue rolls like a nonstop wave over my clit before he flicks against it, like a tongue spanking. “Brax, oh my! Yes!” He doesn’t stop and I’m not sure I can take anymore. This is the best damn thing I have ever felt and my hands find their way to his head, thrusting into his thick black hair while my hips take on a mind of their own. “Fuck,” I moan and push my pussy against his face.
One finger slides into me easily because I’m so drenched even my thighs are wet. “So fucking tight,” he growls. “Come for me, Sabrina. Come all over my tongue.”
I want to tell him he has a dirty mouth but that mouth is on me again, licking and sucking my clit alternatively until my body tightens like a bow that eventually snaps and I convulse violently, making ungodly sounds like there’s a wild animal inside of me. “Oh. My. God.” I say those three words over and over, breathlessly, still rolling my hips because Braxton is still licking me. “That. Fuck. Good.”
He chuckles and gets to his knees, kissing his way up my body and stopping to massage my tits and suck my nipples. “That good, huh?”
“Good isn’t enough,” I pant, smiling up at him. “Better. Best.” My brain can barely form words because I feel so good and he looks so good, his lips glistening with my arousal.
“The best is coming,” he says as he steps off the bed to remove his underwear and my eyes go wide at the size of him. He’s long, thick, and so hard his cock is pointing straight at me.
“Um, Brax?”
He grins, settling between my thighs once more, rubbing his cock through my moisture. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit. You’re so fucking wet I’ll slide right in.”
Why am I getting wetter at those dirty words? “There’s um,” I look away feeling embarrassed. “There’s something you should know,” I spit out.
He freezes. “Married?”
“No.”
“Engaged?”
“No,” I sigh.
“Underage?” His jaw is tight and his body is vibrating with how much he wants me.
“No, I’m twenty.” I push up on my elbows, my gaze going straight to his giant dick and I shake my head. “A twenty year old virgin.”
Relief sags his shoulders. “Lucky me.” He grips me by the thighs, pulling me up so that he can feast on my pussy again and the only thing touching the bed is my head and shoulders.
It’s an odd position that might be uncomfortable if not for the fact that Brax is licking me to another orgasm, stopping just before my toes curl. “No!”
He laughs and brings me back to the mattress, slowly driving his thick cock into me inch by excruciating inch. “Fuck, so tight. So good.”
I’m barely breathing as I anticipate the pain with my eyes closed tight.
“Breathe, Sweeting. Just breathe,” he whispers and rubs both thumbs along my clit while he sinks deeper and deeper into me. “That’s my girl. Oh fuck,” he groans when I pulse around him as I adjust to his size. “This pussy is mine now.”
I don’t know what that means and before I can ask, he is plunging that giant dick into me in long slow strokes that make my eyes cross. “Oh, yes.”
Braxton is look down and smiling. “The way your pussy coats my cock with your juices. Best fucking sight ever.” I pulse around him again and he laughs. “You like dirty talk.”
His strokes somehow go deeper as they speed up, faster and faster and I can feel that same telltale sensation from before creeping back up. And then his magical mouth is on my breast, licking, nibbling, and sucking and its too many sensations. My brain shuts down and all I can do is feel him move within me, while this gorgeous creature make me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. “Brax,” I moan. “It’s too much.”
“Wrong.” He looks up at me with a wicked grin before he gets up on his knees and put my ankles on his shoulders while his hands pinch my nipples. Braxton’s powerful body pumps into me in long, punishing strokes that have me sweating and crying his name like it’s my favorite song.
And the orgasm isn’t like the one before, this one is completely unexpected even though I knew it was coming. It bursts out of me like a long dormant volcano springing to life, shooting out of every pore. My legs are trapped against his body and my hands fist the sheets while my core punches and pulses around Braxton’s dick. “My god! Yes! Oh, wow, shit, yes!”
“Fuck, Sweeting. Such a tight little cunt,” he growls before his hips still and he shoots his load deep into me.
It’s hot and powerful, just like him, and I can’t look away from the sight of his face twisted in erotic pleasure. “Beautiful,” I whisper to myself.
His eyes shoot open and a wicked grin spreads. “Exactly. Fucking beautiful.”
Thank goodness this is just one night because I don’t think I can handle crushing on this man for more than twenty-four hours.