13. Brandt
brANDT
Lindee’s gasp bounces off the walls like racquetball, making it almost sound like an echo. I’m not sure why she’s surprised by my answer; we’ve been dancing around our attraction all day. Flirting with the line, if you will.
Because despite what she said earlier, this is absolutely a date.
If for no other reason than two people just hanging out don’t do this.
Taking advantage of her open mouth, I press my lips to hers, capturing her second gasp. Fingers dig into my biceps as she leans into me, her tongue swiping against mine, upping the ante in an instant. Lust surges through me, sending my need for her straight to eleven.
I want her. All of her. Now.
I tighten my grip on her hips, making sure I have her securely in my grasp, and spin us around, pinning her against the wall. Lindee groans, repeating that same hip movement from earlier, my dick now harder than steel. She can tell too, as she continues to gyrate in search of more.
More that I’m absolutely willing to give her.
Leaning in, I place a hand next to her head, supporting my weight, and tilt my body, changing the angle as I kiss along her jaw toward her ear. I jut my hips forward, working on giving her what she wants.
“Brandt…” she moans. I nip at her ear, earning another low moan, making me want to do it again.
“That’s my good girl.” My free hand slides around her waist, toying with the band of her jeans. “But something tells me you want more.”
The deep and exaggerated groan she gives me in response spikes my heart rate. It’s more than enough to keep me going, revving my own engine to the point of almost overheating. But it’s not enough.
I want—no, need—to hear her say the words.
“Do you, Lindee? Do you want more?”
Whimpering, she nods, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“Tell me…”
“I…” She swallows hard, rubbing herself against me again. “I want more.”
I drag my hand down the front of her jeans, staying on this side of the fabric, tracing over the zipper and down in between her legs. The fabric is thick, not leaving much room for movement, but I feel out the spot where the seams meet, gently pressing against it, hoping to hit the target.
“Gahh!” Lindee gasps, hips bucking into me.
Jackpot…
“Tell me…” I whisper into her ear, nipping at the shell. “Tell me what you want, Luna…”
Eyes going wide and flashing with fire, Lindee licks her lips, something inside her being activated. Strands of deep amber and bright gold dance in her perfect hazel eyes, holding me hostage as desire rises in her.
“You,” she declares, as if the answer were simple and obvious.
It was—to a point. Except, it’s not enough.
“What about me?” I press, moving my finger just enough to press the bunched fabric against her core.
Lindee inhales deeply, the inferno in her growing with each breath. Each rise and fall of her chest makes her tits jiggle under her tee, teasing me with their dance. Just for that, I’m going to draw this out as long as I can.
“I want you.”
“Yeah?” I taunt, pressing into her more. “Want me to what?”
Narrowing her eyes at me, as if trying to see clearer—or maybe shoot daggers—Lindee growls. Yes, as in all-out growls. It’s sexy, rough, and easily the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. File that away in my memories, because it’s enough to fuel a million fantasies.
“Make me come.” Looking up at me, she delivers her wish like it’s a challenge. One she seems to think I might not be able to live up to. “Hard.”
Challenge accepted…
“That’s my girl.”
I kiss her again, this time harder than before, taking no mercy on her.
She wants to come hard; she’s going to. I sure hope that there’s good sound insulation in this basement, or the patrons of the museum upstairs are about to know my name.
Then our little secret rendezvous will be public knowledge.
Not something either of us wants.
Snaking my hand back up her front, I flick open the button of her jeans, continuing to kiss her like I need her to breathe. Like her kiss is the only thing that is going to save me. It might just be actually.
Nothing—and I mean nothing—has ever intoxicated me as much as her kiss.
Including that very first batch of shine Milo and I cooked up in the woods back in the day.
I’ve always thought that was the drunkest I would ever be.
But that was before I kissed Lindee Murray.
Before I knew what this intoxicating woman could do to me.
I grab hold of the zipper, slowly lowering it, unclicking the teeth one by one. There’s no need to rush.
“Brandt…” Lindee muses.
“Yes?”
“I need you.”
“I’m right here.”
Heaving out a heavy sigh, she wiggles her hips, silently telling me where she wants me. I chuckle, knowing exactly what she’s after. Good thing it’s what I’m after too.
“Oh, I see, you want me right…” I slip my hand into her unzipped pants, the soft cotton of her panties greeting me. I take my time, enjoying the feel of them. Dampness greets me as I reach her core, her body backing up her words. “…here.”
“Yessssss…”
“So, then I take it you’d like me to do this…”
I slide my middle finger along the damp fabric, applying just enough pressure to feel her through the cotton. Bucking, she pushes herself into me more, letting out a muffled curse.
“Fuck me…”
“That comes later, baby…” I kiss her again, making sure she knows I’m going to deliver. “Right now, I’m going to play with your pretty pussy until I have you purring in my ear.”
“Pleassssse…”
She draws out the S like she’s hissing, drawing my lust to the surface of my overheating skin. I want her so bad I can taste it. Taste her.
That comes later though. Right now I’m on a mission.
I turn my focus back to her core, teasing her through the fabric and using it to my advantage. Trying to create the glorious, sweet friction that I know will have her hanging on the edge.
Lindee moans and mewls, moving with me, trying to guide my movements. She’s searching for it—that elusive high that only comes from being worshipped and adored. From having another person take control and hold all your pleasure, dangling in front of you like a carrot.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, toying with the hem of her panties. Forget damp, now she’s all-out soaked, and I’m totally here for it. “You’re so wet for me.”
Her eyes flutter closed, the ragged breath stuttering out of her in time with the movement. Now I’ve got her.
I slowly breach the hem, dipping my finger into her wetness and swiping some. Lindee gasps, and I pull my hand back just as quickly. Eyes fly open, those hazel irises staring back at me in shock.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan, as I drag my finger over my lips, coating them in her. “You’re so sweet. Like the peaches back home.”
“Brandt…”
Fuck…do I like the sound of my name on her lips…
My desire pulses through me, the need for her growing by the second. Moving my hand back to her tummy, I trace my way along the lace of her panties, dipping my fingers underneath it.
“I love how you say my name.”
Lowering my hand, I take my time, wanting to draw this out. I know she’ll go quick once I touch her—really touch her—and I want her as amped up as possible. I can almost hear her heartbeat, a ticking time bomb counting down the seconds.
“More…please…” she pleads, eyes fluttering closed again.
“You think you’re ready for more?” I taunt, lowering my hand some more. “I’m not sure you’ve earned more…”
Stopping short of her core, the heat from her calling my name like I’m being picked first for a pickup game, I press up against her, lowering my lips to hers and stealing a kiss.
It’s short, brief, only enough to let her know I’m still here.
That I’ve got her. She slips her arms around my neck, holding me close and kissing me deeply.
The move knocks me off-kilter for a moment, taking over my senses and drowning out everything else. Even the need to make her scream.
Because I’m quickly approaching the point where nothing else on this earth will matter as long as Lindee is in my arms and kissing me.
I pull back, needing to regain control of the moment. This may be a date, but forever isn’t in the cards for us. This is nothing more than a fling. One I plan to squeeze every ounce out of.
Without another word, I lower my hand, finding her wetness and sliding through it easily. Holy fuck.
“You’re so wet for me,” I whisper, admiration filling my hushed voice. “Such a good girl…”
Lindee whimpers, her knees wobbling. I take advantage of her movement, gathering the slickness on my fingers and finding her clit, giving it a slow, gentle circle.
“Gaaaaah…”
“Oh, you like that, huh?” I do it again, and again, slower each time, watching as the fire builds in her. That bomb inside is rattling now, the fuse lit and shrinking with each flick against this sweet little bundle of nerves. “What about if I…do…this…”
Lindee anticipates my move, angling her hips forward, giving me the access I want.
Easily, I slide two fingers inside her, that warm, wet heat of her pussy greeting me like I’m coming home.
My insides heat up even more, my skin feeling like it could ignite as I start to move, my thumb settling on her clit.
A hush falls over the room as our eyes meet, everything going still. The tether between us tightens, pulling me in closer as I continue to tease. Slowly, purposefully, and with only one goal—making her lose control.
“Fuuuuuck…” Lindee exclaims, tossing her head back, exposing her neck to me.
I take the hint, nibbling at the soft skin. Forget those peaches—she’s as sweet as sugar straight from the bowl. And infinitely more addicting.
Picking up my pace, I pay special attention to the sweet spot inside her that I discovered the other night. The one that made her teeter on the edge of the cliff. The one that I know will get her what she wants. What she’s craving.
“Tell me what you want, Lindee.”
“Make me come. Please…please let me come…”
Her pleas are music to my ears. My dick twitches, threatening my zipper, as I push forward, focusing on her. On the gorgeous creature in front of me.
My thumb presses down, applying some pressure to her clit as I continue to work my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her legs begin to wobble, the steadiness she’s been maintaining starting to wane. She grips me tighter, pulling me closer to her.
Then she lets loose.
“I’m gonna…aaaaah!”
I capture her mouth, swallowing the scream she lets out as her climax hits her.
I don’t let up my efforts, wrapping my free arm around her waist to give her balance.
Her whole body shakes, the orgasm racking her frame with earthquake-like force, her pussy clamping down on my fingers.
It’s all I can do to hold on, drawing out this euphoria for her.
Slowly, hesitantly, she pulls back from me and leans against the wall.
Her hair is a mess and her cheeks are bright red, the same flush following down her neck and onto her chest. I’ve never seen anyone look more beautiful than she does right now.
Chest heaving, eyes half shut, and pleasure-drunk beyond belief.
There’s a long moment of silence, neither of us moving, allowing our heavy breathing to be the only thing filling the air. As much as I hate to disengage, I know I need to. Plus, it means I get to taste her again. A real taste.
I remove my hand from her, as slowly and gently as I can, not wanting to interrupt her postorgasmic high. I lift my fingers to my mouth, slowly licking and sucking each one, making sure not to waste a drop.
“Fuck…me…” Lindee mutters.
“I told you,” I quip. “I plan on it.”
That gets her attention.
Snapping back to life, Lindee’s eyes pop open, just as fiery and mischievous as earlier. Maybe more so.
Her eyes go dark, the golden amber turning to a deep bronze, shimmering in a way that should be impossible. Licking her lips, Lindee pushes off the wall, full of purpose and desire. There’s no mistaking it.
I love it.
I yank her into me, weaving my hands into her hair and kissing her hard.
She returns the kiss, adding in even more, and for a second I think I’ve met my match.
Someone who is going to push me, challenge me, and then love the fuck out of me.
Until I remind myself again this is just a fling, and this is the kiss of someone who wants to file it away for their own naughty memories later.
Either way, I’ll take it.
As I’m trying to pull her in even closer, Lindee reaches in between us, hands flying to my belt.
Oh, no, you don’t, beautiful…
I grab her hand, stopping her in an instant.
“Not here,” I tell her, breathing hard. “As hot as this was, and it was fucking hot, I need you in a bed.”
“A bed?” she chokes out.
I nod. “Yes. A bed. A real one. One where I can spread you out and worship you like you deserve. Where I can watch you all desperate and wanton and begging for my cock.”
Lindee swallows hard, pupils flaring as I declare my intentions. Ones that shouldn’t surprise her given our time together in the cabin.
Straightening herself, Lindee stretches to her full height, smirking and leveling me with a challenging look.
“We can be at my place in ten minutes.”
That’s my girl…
“Drive fast.”