Chapter 20 #2
It’s perfect: long, hot, hard, and thick. My rechargeable toyfriend is nothing compared to what Brody’s packing, and I stroke him from root to tip with both hands, swiping the pre-cum from his slit and spreading it over the whole shaft.
Brody’s taking multitasking to the next level, somehow managing to growl the word “fuck” repeatedly while stepping out of his pants and performing the kind of oral gymnastics that deserve a gold medal.
Now his hands are on my clothes, tugging my sweater and T-shirt up, before getting distracted by my tits. He palms them through my lacy bra, his thumbs rubbing the hardened peaks of my nipples as his tongue thrusts into my mouth, stifling my cry.
The pleasure is nuclear, and I can’t get enough.
I may not have climaxed yet, but the sensations he’s giving me are hotter and more powerful than any orgasm I’ve ever had.
My body’s no longer my own. Brody owns it, and I am a-okay with him moving in, starting with his wicked tongue and ending with his monumental cock.
It’s like hot silk over a rod of iron, weeping so much pre-cum that my hands slide over it effortlessly. I grip him harder as electricity arcs from my nipples to my clit.
“Fu—oh fuck!” he cries, jerking away from me, his fingers digging into his thighs, all of his muscles straining like he’s maxing out at the gym.
I don’t need to ask to know he’s barely holding on; his cock is red and swollen, slapping against his washboard abs as if seeking my hands again.
I use the brief respite to unclip my bra, pulling it off along with my sweater and T-shirt, then tug off my jeans and sopping panties.
Brody slowly raises his head, his gaze raking over my naked body as if he’s going to devour me. I’ve never felt so sexy before, so fucking hot and horny, that even a million orgasms wouldn’t dull the hunger I have for him.
He lifts me up, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, grinding into him as our lips crash together. I’m gasping and moaning, and he’s making growling sounds that vibrate into my clit better than any toy, because they’re coming from him.
Walking us into the shower, Brody turns on the faucet without breaking contact between us, then stands with his back to the water as it slowly warms, shielding me.
Droplets trickle over my arms and legs, and as the steam envelops us, I stroke my fingers through his hair, feeling the water soaking through his locks, running down our faces, slipping between our bodies.
His mouth is hot and wet, his body hot and hard, his skin smooth over the ridges of muscle. I trace his shoulders, the curve of his biceps, the corded steel of his forearms.
I can’t stop touching him, kissing him, drinking him in. I’m drowning in the sensations flooding my body. I’ve craved him for so long, even when I lied to myself that I didn’t.
His fingers thread through my hair again, tugging my head back so his lips can find my neck—the sensitive spot just beneath my ear that makes me shiver despite the heat. I tilt my head back further, offering myself to him as his teeth graze my skin.
“Brody,” I pant, my nails scoring across his back, his scalp.
His name on my lips is my ultimate fantasy.
I’ve only ever cried it in my head, imagining his body covering me, his cock thrusting deep inside my pussy as I bring myself off.
But now, each time I say his name, there’s an answering growl that sends thrills through every nerve ending.
My nipples ache, my breasts swollen and hypersensitive, desperate for his touch. He raises his head, pinning me with a gaze ferocious in its desire.
“I wanna take my time,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “But I’m so fucking horny for you right now, I’m about to blow my load. So, you’re gonna have to be a good girl and help me out here.”
I nod, reaching underneath me for his cock, but he shakes his head and lifts me off him, holding me steady as my feet find the shower tray. I start to kneel, wanting so badly to suck his cock, but he stops me with a shake of his head.
“But I want to—”
“Can you stand?”
“Yes, but—”
Brody moves me so my back is against the far wall of the shower. His expression is so intense I can hardly breathe. The energy he’s bringing shatters all my wildest, most illicit imaginings, and I am so here for it.
“Spread your legs,” he commands. “Show me what I’m desperate to taste.”
Panting with desire, every inch of my skin burns. Holding his gaze, I step my feet apart.
His breath hitches, but he nods his approval and extends a hand, caressing my cheek before running the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. I suck the tip, swirling my tongue around it, showing him exactly what I want to do to his cock.
“Fuck, Piper,” he growls, then runs his fingers down my neck, circling my breasts.
I arch my chest toward him, but he doesn’t touch my nipples. “Brody,” I whimper.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his gaze following his hand as it sweeps over the curve of my stomach. “So fucking perfect. Are you wet for me, Piper?”
“Y-yes.” I’m trembling now, desperate to grab his hand and push it between my legs. But I stay still, my palms pressed against the tiles as the water runs down them.
“Good girl,” he says, one hand holding my hip to keep me in place, the other inching lower, his middle finger leading the way through my sodden curls. I can’t look away, silently begging him to keep going.
The tip of his finger grazes my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I gasp for breath, then shudder and cry out as he sinks his middle finger deep inside me.
He pumps it in and out, his breath ragged. “You’re so tight. Fuck, Piper.”
His finger is so thick, and I’m squeezing so hard, chasing my orgasm, but then he pulls out.
I gaze up at him helplessly, silently pleading with him to continue.
He shakes his head. “You’re not coming this way,” he murmurs, then slowly licks the length of his finger, his eyelids closing briefly.
Mesmerized by the sight of his tongue, pleasure winds tighter and tighter inside me.
“Please, Brody,” I beg.
He sinks to his knees, water raining down on his back, then taps my inner ankles, urging me to widen my stance. Now that I know what’s coming, my heart races even faster.
He’s staring so intently at my pussy as he parts my folds. “So pretty,” he says, then looks up at me, imprisoning me in his gaze.
My breath catches, and time seems to freeze. Then he leans forward, his dark eyes still holding mine, and places a soft kiss right on my clit.
Pleasure shoots through me like lightning, making my hips buck.
“Oh, my—”
“Eyes on me, Piper,” he growls, holding me in place as I shake.
He’s like a wolf, ready to pounce as I draw in shuddering breaths. It’s so hard to look at him. I’ve never known this level of arousal before, and I’m not sure I can survive it.
But I can’t stop my gaze from being drawn to the sight of him between my legs, the feel of his breath ghosting over my clit.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, then licks the full length of my slit.
“Fuuuuckkkkkk!”
I brace my hands against the shower wall, my orgasm forming at the edges of my being like a great wave I can only watch helplessly as it bears down on me.
Brody’s magic tongue swirls around my clit, winding me up to the point of no return. I’m so sensitive right now, so swollen.
He ups the pace and stars dance behind my eyes. My hands tingle, electricity sparking across my skin as my breath quickens.
“Brody! I’m, oh my god, I’m gonna—”
He thrums the tip of his tongue against my clit, and the orgasm crashes through me, obliterating everything into brilliant light. Pleasure pounds through me in waves, and I grab Brody’s head for support. He growls into my pussy, sucking my clit and rockets me into a second orgasm.
I’m gasping, crying his name, gripping handfuls of his hair as the sensations roll through me over and over.
My legs give out beneath me, and I fall forward.
Brody catches me, drawing me onto his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. He kisses me, holding me tightly to him, as the water falls around us like warm rain.
I’m still shaking, but I need his mouth on mine, my tongue speaking without words, tangling with his as I pour out my love for him.
We’re both out of breath, kissing with a desperate urgency, like it’s the end of the world. Everything in me is alive, shimmering with energy. I’ve never known anything like it before, and it almost scares me. But in Brody’s strong arms, I feel held. Protected.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead on his, my body heavy. “Now you.”
He huffs a small laugh. “Already did.”
“Huh?” I raise my head from his, confused. His smile is so sexy, an involuntary shiver runs through me.
“When you came, I did too.”
“But you weren’t touching yourself.”
“Didn’t matter. I was touching you. That’s all it took. I told you I was about to shoot my load.”
Without thinking, I glance around, like I’m expecting to see ropes of cum splattered on the fogged-up glass.
Brody chuckles. “Down the plughole.”
I turn back to him, my cheeks heating.
He strokes a lock of hair from my face, his gaze running over my features reverently. “You’re so beautiful.”
My heart squeezes. This man. How did I get so lucky?
“That was the hottest experience of my life,” he continues.
“Me too,” I say shyly.
“And the day’s not over yet.”
I ignore the prickle of anxiety in my stomach, the reminder that my whole family is downstairs, and Brody might be leaving for New Zealand in less than two weeks. Instead, I focus on the man in front of me.
“I don’t have any condoms with me,” I begin. “I never thought …”
He smiles. “Me neither.”
“But …” I swallow. “I’ve got an IUD fitted, and I got tested after my ex cheated on me, so …”
Brody blinks, looking stunned. “I, er … I’ve always used condoms, but I got tested anyway after my last relationship.”
I love that he doesn’t say Marisa’s name, like she doesn’t even factor into his life anymore.
“If you’d rather use one, then we can wait,” I say.
He shakes his head so fast that water droplets fly off his hair.
I laugh. “You look like a wet dog.”
He grins. “I feel like a dog, one that wants to hump you at every opportunity.”
“I’m down with that.”
We smile at each other. I’ve never felt so happy before. I wriggle in his lap, his cock hard again beneath me.
“Told you, I’m so fucking hot for you.”
I shimmy off his lap and kneel in front of him. The shower cubicle is big enough for two, so I’ve got space to admire the cock of the century.
The silence between us is electric. His eyes bore into mine as I slowly lower my head and sink my mouth onto him, taking as much as I can.
“Fuck! Piper!” he shouts.
“Hmmm?” I hum around his cock.
He jerks away from me and pulls me to my feet, his chest heaving as he breathes. “Piper …” Huffing an incredulous laugh, he rubs his forehead. “You … Jesus Christ.”
“But I want to.”
He pins me with a gaze that makes my heart flutter.
“As do I,” he rumbles. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about having those pretty lips stretched around my cock.”
I reach down and take him in my hands, stroking as he speaks.
“Jesus—ahhh! Piper! But … I don’t know how much hot water is left in the heater, and, fuck!”
“Yes?” I answer, feigning innocence. His dick is so thick, my fingers and thumb don’t meet as I pump his length.
Letting out another strangled cry, he pries my hands away, holding them in his.
“But there’s something I want even more than that.”
“You do?”
He nods. “To feel your pussy squeeze around my cock. To watch your face as you come apart underneath me.”
I let out a squeak as my pussy tightens, demanding to know why this isn’t happening right here, right now.
“So, let’s get you clean before I get you dirty again.”
He stands and helps me to my feet, then reaches for the shampoo. But instead of handing it over, he squeezes some into his palm and slowly massages it through my hair.