Six
My orgasm crashes over me like a fucking tsunami. And there’s no need to worry about me making any noise because Brock is literally taking my breath away. My entire body shudders as indescribable pleasure bursts from my aching pussy and radiates to the tips of my toes and fingers. I’m vaguely aware of tangling my fingers in his dark hair, but he responds with only a growl and even more attention to my nipples.
“Brock,” I gasp. “Oh…God…”
When my body goes limp, he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me forward. My head falls heavy on his shoulder as he rises and lifts me into his arms. I moan, I think. Or mutter something. Then I’m cradled in his lap as he presses his lips to my forehead.
“Incredible,” he breathes. “You are incredible, Sadie.”
I can do nothing more than fist his shirt again and burrow myself further into his warmth. For several minutes, his hands caress my body until I finally start to come back to life. After a deep inhale and a long sigh, he kisses my forehead again.
“Hey,” he says warmly. “Are you okay?”
“I…I don’t know,” I breathe. “No one has ever…”
He chuckles at this. And I feel myself blush. I suppose I should be embarrassed, but the sad truth is that I’m not. No man has ever tended to my pleasure like that before. Nor has one held me so gently afterward. And I find myself desperate for everything that Brock Rush is capable of doing to me.
“Do you like what I just did to you?” he asks.
For this, I lift my head and meet his eyes. There’s a touch of concern in his expression, and I appreciate that a great deal.
“How could I not?” I smile.
“I need you, Sadie,” he says softly. “For so many reasons.”
My brow furrows. Because this is the last thing I was expecting when I stopped by his office yesterday. This moment with him right now is so much better than any fantasy.
“I don’t understand,” I tell him.
“I’m not sure I do, either,” he smiles as he brushes his hand over my cheek. “But I’ll try to explain. If you’ll let me and if you’ll…spend some more time with me.”
Now I smile.
“I think I’d like that,” I say.
Not to mention more orgasms, but I’ll keep that to myself. As my pussy flutters at the thought, he bends his head to kiss me. This time, it’s soft and gentle and perfect. As I pull myself closer to him, I feel his arousal pressed against my thigh. And I pull back on a gasp.
“Oh, my god, Brock,” I breathe. “You…you need to be taken care of.”
“It’s okay, I’ll be-”
His breath hisses through his teeth as I reach between us and grip him through his jeans. His head falls back on his shoulders and his hands clench into fists against me. Encouraged by his reaction, I manage to clumsily undo his belt and unzip him enough to palm him through his boxers.
“Fuck, Sadie,” he growls. “Fuuuck.”
I smile at his pained expression, then gasp when I feel his cock jerk against my palm. Reveling in my power over him, I tighten my grip and stroke him as hard as I can until he’s spent. He’s panting as his fists slowly unclench. I keep my hand on him as I nestle my face into the crook of his neck. When he recovers, he bands his arms around me and pulls me close.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” he sighs. “You are a goddess.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask in a whisper.
“First, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he rasps. “And second, the fact that you just owned me like no other woman has, I think I need to make you mine . My goddess and my muse, sweet Sadie. That’s what you are.”
I smile and sigh. Then he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“Will you come home with me?” he asks softly.
My smile fades as I sit up. His eyes are already on me as he once again brushes his hand across my cheek. And I hate having to say no.
“I can’t.”
“You can’t?” he asks softly. “Or you won’t?”
The fact that this handsome, talented, and viral man is being vulnerable for me is incomprehensible. His expression tugs at my heart. So, I give him a small smile when I explain.
“I can’t,” I say gently. “I’m having dinner with my parents tonight.”
“Hmm,” he smirks. “And I suppose a couple of traded orgasms is too soon to introduce me as your boyfriend?”
“Brock,” I giggle. “You can’t be serious.”
I expect him to laugh. Because he must still be on an orgasm high to say such a thing. So, when he sits up and takes my face in his hands, my breath leaves me, as does my smile.
“I meant everything I said to you earlier,” he says firmly. “Fate crossed our paths and I intend on doing whatever I can to keep you in my life.”
“But…you barely know me,” I whisper.
“True,” he nods. “But something about you speaks to me. To my very soul. I’d be a fool if I didn’t want you in my life.”
My eyes prick with tears as I lower my gaze. Even the man I spent five years of my life with never said such sweet things to me. Yet Brock’s known me for less than a day and has made me feel more than I ever have with a man before. God, now I know that those five years with Max were an absolute waste of my time. When the first tear falls, he’s quick to brush it away before bending his head to meet my eyes.
“Hey, now, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I choke out. “I just…don’t understand how you can say things like that to me.”
His brow furrows for a moment. Then he presses a sweet kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, he gives me a warm smile.
“Come to my place after your dinner,” he says. “Stay the night with me. Let me show you exactly how I feel about you, Sadie.”