Chapter 24 #2
When Brody was out with Ethan earlier, I showered and changed into a lingerie set I’d packed in Brooklyn during a rare moment of wild optimism. Judging by the way Brody’s eyes bulge when I reveal my bra, he approves.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he growls. “Remove your pants now. Do not keep me waiting.”
I open the top button, pull down the zipper, and sit on the edge of the bed to slide them off.
“Come here,” Brody commands, and I step closer until I’m standing between his legs.
He slowly runs a finger up the inside of my thigh, then cups my pussy through the lace of my panties.
“Mine,” he states.
I nearly come undone right there as the heat of his palm radiates through my core. My hips twitch, desperate to buck into his hand, chasing the friction my clit craves.
“Who does this pussy belong to, my lady?”
“You,” I whisper.
His middle finger strokes over the gusset. “Are you this wet for me?”
I give him a shaky nod.
His finger continues stroking me in slow, steady circles, never quite where I need him most. “Do you want me to ascertain just how wet you are, my lady?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“My lord.”
“Good girl.”
I hold my breath as his finger hooks under the seam of my panties, and shudder when it pushes into my tight heat. The heel of his hand bumps against my clit, and I rub against it. I’m tingling from the depths of me to the edges of my skin.
Brody’s still fully clothed, but I stand before him in my lace bra and panties, and the contrast is intensely erotic. The only physical connection between us is his finger slowly fucking my pussy, yet I feel him everywhere.
He lifts his chin in the direction of my bra. “Off.”
I fumble with the clasp, then let it fall. My breasts ache, the tips desperate for his touch.
But instead, he slowly pulls his finger from me and holds it up. “Suck.”
I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his finger, tasting the sweet tang of myself on his skin.
“See how good you taste?”
He pulls his finger out, spins me around, and cups my ass, tugging me back until I feel his breath through the lace and his teeth nip at my skin.
Need floods me, slick and heavy, my juices soaking through my panties.
He drags them down and I step free. I can’t see Brody, but I feel him behind me, his mouth trailing kisses across my ass, his hands guiding my ankles farther apart.
The air hits my pussy, cool and teasing, then his fingers are back.
One eases inside me while the other circles my clit, slow and sure.
I cry out, tensing around him. I’m a hair-trigger away from release. But just as I reach the point of no return, he pulls away and spins me around to face him again.
His dark eyes glitter, and his breath is heavy. “I haven’t decided how I want you to come yet.” He inclines his head toward his lap. “Sit.”
I do. Brody spreads his legs, forcing mine wider. I’m completely naked, open to him, his gaze scorching across my skin like a flame.
He loops my hands around his neck. “You are not to move, my lady. Do you understand?”
I nod, trembling, wishing I had one of his muscled thighs between mine instead of just aching, empty air.
“You will come when I say so.”
I shiver with anticipation.
“My lady?”
“Yes,” I stammer.
He raises an eyebrow.
“My lord.”
“Good girl,” he growls, then reaches for my breasts, cupping their weight. “Mine.”
I gasp, arching my chest into his touch.
His thumbs graze across my nipples, and I shudder.
“Mine,” he repeats, increasing the friction.
Darts of sensation shoot down to my clit. The pleasure inside me is like a fever that needs to break. I’m burning for him, desperate to climax.
One hand stays on my breast, rolling and tugging my nipple, while the other cups my pussy again.
“Mine,” he states, then thrusts his middle finger deep inside me.
“Oh, my god!” I cry out, the orgasm hovering just out of reach, so close I’m already trembling with anticipation.
“Mine,” Brody growls, then sucks hard on my neck.
“Jes—fuck!”
I can’t breathe. I can’t keep pace with the sensations shooting around my body.
Brody falls on me, kissing and biting with feral snarls of ownership. His control is gone, and I am so fucking here for it.
Pushing another finger inside my pussy, he thrusts as the pad of his thumb circles my throbbing clit. Then he draws one nipple into his mouth while his other hand twists the other one.
I’m holding on to the back of his neck for dear life, my climax rushing toward me like a tornado I can’t escape.
“Come, Piper,” Brody commands, then lightly bites the tip of my nipple.
I shatter around him with a scream, jerking as the orgasm breaks me apart. I feel it everywhere, from deep in my pelvis to the crown of my head. Every part of me expands outward, then collapses in on itself in endless waves of pleasure.
Just when I think it’s subsiding, another release crashes through me, sharp and sweet, battering my body all over again.
I’m struggling to breathe, gulping in air. Brody eases his fingers out of me, then wraps his arms around my back, stroking and soothing as he murmurs words of praise in my ear.
I’m still shaking with the intensity of it, not sure whether I need to laugh or cry.
Brody seems to realize I’m barely holding it together, so he carries me to the bed. He lays me on my side in a fetal position, then spoons me. His large form curves around mine, covering and protecting me as he nuzzles and kisses my neck.
I don’t know how long we lie like this; I only know I’m safe, and that I love him. I can taste the words on my tongue, but something inside me keeps them from spilling past my lips.
At this moment, I am his forever and ever. But the thought of his job hangs over us like a shadow, keeping me from telling him how I truly feel.
As I slowly return to my body, there’s an aching loneliness inside me, as if Brody’s already on the other side of the world. I need him to fill me, to join his body with mine, to make me whole again.
Reaching behind me, I fumble to undo his pants.
“You want my cock, baby girl?” he murmurs.
“Please don’t make me beg,” I whisper. “I need you inside me.”
He kisses the hypersensitive spot below my ear, then shucks off his clothes and curls around me again.
I sigh with relief at the feel of his hot skin, the hair on his legs tickling the backs of mine, and the heavy thickness of his cock pressing against the crease of my ass.
His hands drift over my breasts, my stomach, my pussy. His touch is still gentle, still soothing, but it stirs something deep, reigniting the flames until every cell in me burns with need.
I lift my top leg and arch my lower back, undulating against the solid heat of his cock.
Brody’s breath hitches. He grips my thigh, adjusting me with care until I’m open and ready for him.
The thick head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and I exhale, forcing myself to relax, to let him in.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You can take my cock. Yeah, just like that.”
Letting go of my leg, his fingers move to my clit. The pleasure is immediate, and I pant.
He pushes in another inch and draws a tight breath. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Feel me inside you, baby. Feel how well your pussy takes my cock.”
The stretch is stinging and delicious, sending prickles of light shooting out from my core. Brody’s fingers keep circling my clit. His other arm snakes beneath me, his hand closing over my breast, teasing my nipple.
I cry out at the pleasure and bear down, wanting every inch of him inside me.
“God, Piper. You’re so fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
He’s still not all the way in, but I squeeze around him, another orgasm rising like a tide.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he growls.
Clinging to his forearms, I soak in his strength, the hardness of him everywhere. I melt in his arms, soft and fluid, my body molding to his as if I were made to fit there.
His hips jerk, and his cock fills me further.
“Yes!”
“That’s it. Let me in, Piper.” His words are low and raspy. “Let me fuck you. Let me fill you up.”
My eyelids flutter closed as I drown in his voice, in the heat between my legs, the ache in my nipples, and the throbbing pulse of my clit.
I push down onto him, taking everything he has to give, feeling the coarse hair at the base of his cock as he fills me completely.
“Fuck …” We breathe together, our bodies locked in pleasure.
Brody hasn’t stopped playing with my nipple and clit, and my release is almost here. He doesn’t even need to move his cock, just the feeling of being impaled on it is enough to take me to the edge.
He exhales, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “You gonna come for me, baby? You gonna come on my cock?”
I nod, my breaths coming faster. I don’t have to search for my release or fight for it. Brody’s taking me there. All I have to do is surrender.
His hips shift, nudging his shaft a few millimeters deeper, and electric shocks shoot along every nerve.
“Oh, my god!”
“Good girl,” Brody murmurs, his own breath as unsteady as mine. “Look how well you take me.” He thrusts again. “Feel my cock filling your sweet pussy.”
My fingernails dig into his arms as I squeeze harder around him.
“That’s it,” he says, his hips jerking forward. “Feel me fucking you, Piper. Feel me fucking you deep.”
And with my name on his lips, I’m gone. I thrash on the bed as he holds me tight, the release barreling through me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
My core is the epicenter of the explosion, blinding light and pleasure radiating from where he fills and stretches me.
Stars flash in my vision as the boundaries of my skin disappear, lost under the waves of sensation crashing through me, out into the universe.
Still buried inside me, Brody rises and guides my leg around him, shifting until he’s on top, face to face.
I hook my legs behind his, anchoring him to me, then tangle my fingers in his hair and drag his mouth to mine. The kiss is hot and messy. His tongue is all fire, and I can’t get enough.
He withdraws an inch, then jerks his hips forward.
I tear my mouth from his with a cry. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
His cock shunts forward again, and sparks burst behind my eyes and inside my pussy.
“Yes, more.”
He drops his weight onto his forearms and thrusts hard into me. Again, and again.
I’m delirious with desire, my words slipping into an incoherent babble of, “Yes, yes, more.”
Nothing compares to the feel of him inside me. He burns any comparison, any past memory, to dust. All my body knows and wants is him.
Then he shifts onto his knees, pulling me with him, and my eyes open to take in the sight.
In the candlelight, every ridge of muscle is starkly defined. His body is a blend of burnished gold and smoky darkness, his eyes hooded but still burning as they devour me. My gaze drifts down his abs, over the cut V at his hips, to where his cock pounds into me.
“You’re so fucking hot. Look how well you take me. Every inch inside your tight pussy.”
We breathe together as he thrusts hard and fast into me. Another climax builds in my core, and each time his cock drives forward, it stokes the fire that’s going to take me there.
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Brody spits on them, then rubs the slickness over my clit. It’s so filthy, and I love it.
“Touch your tits,” he says, his jaw clenched and his neck tight.
Holding his gaze, I lick the tips of my fingers and brush them over the hard buds of my nipples. Pleasure arcs down to my clit, lighting the fuse of my orgasm. I suck in one last desperate breath, then it crashes through me.
“Fuck!” Brody growls as he pistons his hips.
I cry his name as I’m broken apart with pleasure, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can watch him shatter with me.
“Piper!” he roars as his hips jerk, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his cum.
The sight is so raw, it amplifies every sensation. He’s so strong, yet so vulnerable in this moment, and my heart overflows with love for him.
He collapses forward onto me, his breath heaving as he alternates between saying “fuck” and my name.
I hold him tightly to me, a smile splitting my face even as tears sting my eyes.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I don’t know what the future holds, but I pray that we can find a way for this to work, for what we have now to remain unbreakable, no matter what happens.