Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
CARLY
I spent the whole drive back to Brandon’s apartment fantasizing about how much better the delicious chocolate mousse was going to taste when it was spread all over his body—only to find him in the mood not to share. Before the door even closed behind us, he’d tossed me over his shoulder. I gripped his belt for balance while he carried me through the apartment and tossed me onto the bed. As I bounced on the mattress, he whipped his shirt off and unbuckled his belt. Not wanting to be left out, I tried to get my clothes off quickly. I didn’t succeed, though. While my shirt was over my head and covering my eyes, he somehow managed to get his shoes, pants, and boxers off. I stilled, my fingers on the button of my pants, as I watched him crawl on the bed towards me. He looked an awful lot like a lion who was ready to pounce, and the fire in his eyes made it clear I was his prey.
“Down,” he growled, curling his hand around my neck.
I sank backwards, my muscles going lax at the command in his tone. My head landed on the pillows at the top of the bed, and I relaxed into them while he went to work on getting rid of the rest of my clothes. His eyes stayed locked with mine as his nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on my pants. I lifted my hips as he peeled them from my body. The lace panties he’d left on me were already wet, but by the time his ravenous gaze roamed over me they were drenched.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, it’s almost a shame to dirty you up.”
My eyes slid to the bag on the bedside table, and I licked my lips. “I’m willing to bet you’d look even hotter painted in chocolate.”
“You’ll have to find out another night because I have plans for that mousse.”
I tilted my head to the side and offered him a naughty grin. “So you’re in the mood to dirty me up then?”
“Always,” he murmured, dipping his head low until his lips were against the lace of my panties.
My hips jerked at the feel of his hot breath against my sensitive folds. “I thought you said it’d be a shame,” I gasped.
His teeth grazed over my clit through the wet material, making me moan. “But I never said I wasn’t gonna do it anyway,” he breathed out, his tongue flicking out to lap at my pussy before he ripped my panties off and proceeded to drive me insane with need. Yanking the to-go bag from the bedside table, he withdrew one of the containers and dipped his fingers into it. I yelped when the cold dessert hit my skin. It only made him flash me a wicked grin while he spread it over my lower belly, inner thighs, and pussy lips. He took his time cleaning it off me, his tongue licking and lapping at my skin. When most of it was gone, his mouth clamped around my clit and he sucked gently.
I was so close to the edge, but gentle wasn’t going to get me there, not after his prolonged torture. “More,” I demanded, sliding my fingers into his hair and clenching tightly.
My aggressive move had the opposite effect from what I’d intended. Brandon pulled away from me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you that you can.”
“You’re not playing fair,” I grumbled, even as I curled my fingers around the bars. “I need to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come all right,” he promised. “After I’ve given you more.”
I should have said harder instead because he really did give me more—of the chocolate mousse on my body and his mouth and tongue licking it off me. He wasn’t the least bit bothered by my frustration. He just held my hips in place as he continued to feast while I alternated between whimpering in need and cursing him. It felt like hours had passed when he finally sunk two fingers inside me while sucking on my clit hard, sending me over the cliff. I melted into the mattress while he lapped up every drop of my climax, until I was too sensitive to stand it any longer and released the headboard to tug on his hair.
“Did I tell you to let go?” he growled.
“No, but unless you want me to pass out, I had to find a way to get your attention.”
“You’re lucky I love your sassy side,” he murmured as he got up on his knees. “And that I’m beyond ready to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock.”
He flipped me over and tilted my hips up, slapping me hard on my ass. I yelped at the sting, and levered up onto my elbows so I could glare at him over my shoulder. “That doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for disobeying me. You might be a boss out there, but I’m the one who’s in charge in here.”
I wanted to argue, but what could I really say? We both damn well knew how hot it made me when he went all alpha caveman in the bedroom. Then he sank inside me, and I lost all train of thought. All his sensual torture had left me incredibly sensitive, to the point that it felt like I could feel every ridge and inch of his cock as it stretched me.
“Then fuck me like you own me.”
Balls deep inside me, he paused in his movements to look down at me. “You’re almost right. I’m gonna fuck you because I own you. There’s no like about it. You’re mine.”
He punctuated his sentence by clutching his hand around my neck in a possessive hold. It wasn’t too tight, and my pussy clenched around him in response.
“Yeah, you love being mine. Don’t you?”
I couldn’t have answered even if I’d wanted to because he kept me collared around the neck while he powered into me. Over and over again, with my hips lifting up to meet each thrust until my pussy spasmed and tightened around him as a scream tore from my throat. His fingers dug into my neck briefly at the sound and then they were gone and he exploded right along with me.
My orgasm was so powerful my whole body shook from the force of my release. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it. Luckily, I didn’t need to do anything except slide into Brandon’s arms after he slipped out of me and rolled onto his back.
“Mmm,” I sighed, cuddling into his hold.
“I stand corrected.”
I tilted my head lazily, peering up at him from hooded eyes. “How so?”
“Dirtying you up isn’t a shame. It’s the best damn thing ever.”
A tired giggle burst from my lips, and I peered over his chest at the last container of chocolate mousse. “I’m pretty sure dirtying you up is the second best thing, but I’m too tired to prove it tonight.”
“I can always get you more another time.”
My lips curved up in a smile because I knew he would. Either that, or I’d surprise him one night with some. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that it was a shame to waste any of the mousse. Sadly, I was too tired to eat it myself, even without putting it to even better use by smearing it on all of Brandon’s sun-kissed skin.
When I woke up in the middle of the night and raced towards the bathroom, I found a reason to be happy I hadn’t had my turn with the chocolate mousse. On my knees with my head hanging over the toilet bowl, I threw up everything I’d eaten the night before. I hated puking, and I’d never been able to do it quietly, which meant Brandon woke up to the sound of it.
“Poor kitten,” he murmured, rubbing my back with one hand as he held my hair up with the other. “I hope the Chilean sea bass you ordered wasn’t bad. Food poisoning fucking sucks.”
“Mmmhmmm,” I agreed weakly, while thinking about the conversation I’d had with Anna in the bathroom about her pregnancy. I had a feeling my puking had less to do with bad fish and more to do with Brandon’s super sperm.