21. Brakkus
Brakkus
Hannah pushed me flat on the bed and sat astride me. I lay there under all five foot five of her, with my hands behind my head, letting her take control.
“Look at this body,” she said, hands spread across my chest like a woman planning something. “All mine. That’s how this works, right?”
“That’s right,” I said with a wry smile.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around her. Her legs wrapped around me, the two of us nose to nose in the lamplight.
“You take what’s yours, baby girl.”
She took my cock slowly, her forehead against mine, her breath ragged as her pussy stretched to accommodate my size.
I held her by the waist and let her work me into her, letting her feel exactly how much of me she was taking.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, my name coming apart in her mouth, until she was seated fully in my lap and all of me was buried inside her.
She then rolled her hips and started to ride me.
“That’s it,” I said, low against her ear. “That’s my girl. Ride that cock, baby.”
She made a sound into my neck I’d have sold the whole company for.
I got two handfuls of her ass and helped her grind down.
She worked herself on my cock at her own pace, her tits dragging against my chest, her slick heat gripping me.
She was soaking, so wet I could hear it, and the smell of her had overtaken my senses.
Her rhythm went sloppy before she got where she was going. She was working for it, breath tearing out of her, hands slipping on my shoulders, and she wasn’t going to make it on her own.
“Come here,” I said.
I lifted her off my cock. She made a wounded sound at the loss of it and grabbed at my arms.
“Brakkus—”
“I know. Hands and knees.”
She went over onto her hands and knees so fast it made me laugh, and then I stopped laughing, because she arched her back and put herself up in front of me and I lost the ability to think in sentences.
I ran my palm down the length of her spine, over the curve of her ass, and pushed her knees wider with mine. She was soaked to the inside of her thighs. I got two fingers into her and she dropped onto her forearms with a groan.
“You’re so wet,” I said.
Her voice went thin. “Please.”
I lined myself up and pushed in.
At that angle she took me deeper than she’d ever taken me, and I felt every inch of it register in her body.
Her back bowed. Her hands twisted into the sheets.
I went slow because I had to, feeding it to her by degrees while she gasped into the mattress, and when I was seated to the root she made a sound I felt in my chest.
“That’s it. That’s all of me.”
I got a hand on her hip and started to move.
I could do anything to her like this. That was the thing about it.
She had no leverage, no way to slow me down, nothing to push against. She could only take what I gave her at the pace I chose to give it, and she went liquid under my hands the second she understood that.
Her mouth came open against the sheets. Her fists went loose.
“Oh—oh my God?—”
“Take it, baby girl.”
I fucked her deep and unhurried until she was making noise on every stroke, and then I put an arm around her waist and pulled her up off her hands.
She came up flush against my chest, kneeling, her back to me, my cock still buried in her and my arm locked under her breasts. Her head fell straight back onto my shoulder.
And her throat came open under my mouth.
My jaw dropped on its own. My teeth were down and the points found the soft place over her pulse where the mark goes, and the whole weight of my body wanted one thing.
Moments ago she’d stood in the hallway and told me she wasn’t ready. I’d said not yet isn’t the same as no. I’d meant it then. Now it was another thing entirely.
I turned my face into her hair.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop.
I held her against my chest with one arm and got the other hand between her legs, and I worked her clit while I fucked up into her from underneath.
She had nowhere to go. Every time she tried to rise I brought her back down onto me, and every time she twisted her head my mouth was already there, on her jaw, on her ear, on the top of her shoulder. Anywhere but the vein.
“That’s my good girl. You feel what you’re taking?”
“Yes—”
“Every inch of me. All the way in.”
She broke apart in my arms. Her whole body seized, her pussy clamping down the length of my cock, and I fucked her through it while she shook and swore and went boneless against my chest.
My teeth were still down. Her pulse was still under my mouth, going like a bird, four inches from where the mark goes, and the mark was all I could see.
I put her back down on her hands.
Face in the mattress, out of reach, her throat where I couldn’t get to it. I took her hips in both hands and finished the way I wanted to, hard and deep, my head down and my eyes shut, and when I spilled into her it went on so long she started making sounds about it.
I stayed inside her, both of us breathing hard and fast, my hand flat and heavy on the small of her back. Then I eased out and she went down into the sheets like something cut loose.
In the bathroom I ran a washcloth under the warm tap and wrung it out. When I came back she’d rolled onto her side, her hair stuck to her temple.
“Roll over for me, baby girl.”
She rolled onto her back. I sat on the edge of the mattress and cleaned her up, her eyes shut and her mouth soft. When I got to the inside of her thighs she twitched and made a noise.
When I was done, I took the cloth back and brought her a glass of water. She got up on one elbow and drank half of it while I held it for her. She then flopped back down and I set the glass on the nightstand where she could find it later.
“You’re very bossy after,” she said.
“You noticed that.”
“It’s my favorite thing about you.” Her voice was thick and slurring. “Don’t tell anyone.”
I pulled the sheet up over her hip and got in behind her, and she backed up into me without opening her eyes and fitted herself against my chest. My arm went over her waist. Her hand came up and closed around my wrist and stayed there.
I lay there a long while after her breathing went even. I couldn’t put my mouth anywhere near her neck, so I put it in her hair instead and breathed her in until my chest hurt. My mate slept against my chest, unmarked.