Chapter Seventeen #2
Scarlett wanted things with Brayden to be different.
She’d had an orgasm; now she wanted to come with him.
It would break her heart if she couldn’t.
But the pleasure was already building, begging her to detach from her racing mind, so she shoved the depressing question aside and let herself be in the moment.
The way he rubbed her nipple… He was running his thumb over it so slowly, but the sensation was creating so much heat in her that she let out a moan, surprising herself.
“You like that?” he asked in a throaty voice.
“Yes—it’s perfect. But I also want you inside me,” she said softly.
He slid away and moved lower on the mattress.
Brayden waited for her permission, and once she’d nodded, he slid off her pink shorts and nestled himself between her legs.
She ached at the sight of his brown hair tousled from where she’d run her fingers through it.
Threading one arm under her leg and resting his hand on her stomach, he used his other hand to graze his fingertips over her inner thigh, toward her entrance, and she gasped as he inserted one finger.
It slid in easily, and she shivered with pleasure, gripping his forearm as he increased it to two.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, staring between her legs as he touched her.
Scarlett clenched around him and ground herself into his hand as he moved his fingers in and out of her slickness. Need built up in her body, and she let out another quiet moan.
At first, she watched as he touched her, marveling at how focused he was on her body, in no rush to find his own pleasure. He withdrew his fingers, but before she could protest, his tongue was on her, and she gasped, shocked by how good it felt.
Scarlett closed her eyes as her head fell back on the mattress. With both his arms now threaded beneath her legs, his fingertips found her breasts, and he circled the tips of her nipples as he continued to taste her.
“You’re so good at this.” She praised him with her eyes still closed. The vibrator had revolutionized her sex life, but it couldn’t compare to this beautiful man working her over.
Lifting his head, he dotted kisses over her inner thighs. “I’m glad you like it. Want me to do anything differently?” he asked before licking hard against her hot core. His fingers continued to caress the buds of her nipples, the sensation driving her wild.
“The way you’re touching me…” she panted. “Keep going. That’s incredible.”
As his tongue massaged her clit, he drew bursts of pleasure from her nipples. Scarlett rocked against his tongue. It could have been seconds or minutes she was so lost in his touch.
She needed him, and knowing it was Brayden licking her—she was so hot—her body tensed, and a sudden wave of pleasure overtook her, surprising her.
Scarlett moaned, gripped his strong forearms, and clamped her thighs to the sides of his face, riding the wave of her orgasm as it crashed over her. It was so different from the vibrator. How was it so different? Nothing else would ever satisfy her after this.
She collapsed back, panting.
“Did you just come for me?” Brayden asked.
Opening her eyes, she beamed at him. “I did.”
His answering smile was delighted.
She held out her arms in an invitation. Brayden crawled toward her until he was next to her on the bed. She grasped him eagerly, pulling him closer. Her fingers wove into his hair as she leaned in for a kiss.
She could taste herself on his warm lips as she slid her tongue over his, and she loved it.
Pulling back, she stared into his eyes. “That was mind-blowing—the hottest experience of my life.”
“You’re stunning,” he murmured, still hard against her thigh as she rubbed herself against him. “Also, that didn’t seem especially difficult.” There was a wicked glint in his eye.
Her smile grew, and she nodded. “I can’t believe I just came. You’re… very talented.”
He chuckled. “I’m happy to go down on you literally anytime you like. Your pussy is paradise to me.”
“I’m ready now,” breathed Scarlett, pushing at him gently until he was flat on his back.
His eyes lit up. “Ready for another orgasm?”
“I’m ready for the part where you bury yourself so far inside me you forget everyone else.”
“Yes, please,” he said, his dark eyes full of hunger.
Rising to her knees, she slid her fingers across his stomach and under the waistband of his briefs, pulling his boxers down over his legs.
Brayden lifted his hips to aid her. Scarlett bit her lip as she studied his naked body, following the tantalizing trail of hair down his stomach.
He was rock-hard, and she touched the soft skin with her fingertips as he stared at her.
His eyes blazed with intensity as he met her gaze, and she got the distinct impression he was struggling to wait for her to come to him.
Scarlett straddled him. He pulled her closer and took her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking her breast greedily, until she pulled back, too desperate with need to wait any longer.
“Can we?” Scarlett asked, looking down at where they were touching but not yet joined.
“Fuck yes.”
She hovered over him, and he grasped her by her backside with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her.
Scarlett’s breaths quickened as they joined, her body welcoming him as he slid into her fully.
At the same time, somewhere in the depths of her soul, her love for him deepened.
Brayden was inside her, looking up at her, and she’d never felt so sure about anything as she was about him.
She was drenched, and the gliding sensation, coupled with the feeling of fullness as she began to ride him, built a wave of pleasure in her again.
As she ground onto him, chasing that building sensation, Brayden’s breathing became jagged, and Scarlett leaned forward, panting as she bounced up and down.
“You feel so good.” With his strong hands on her hips, he thrust into her as she moved on him.
“I love this,” she said breathily.
He was hers. Every second he spent inside her made her more certain she was never going to love anyone but him. She wanted him to come. Everything was so perfect—she just wanted him to be satisfied with her too.
Scarlett bent over him, licking his neck as she continued to grind against him. Suddenly, he gripped her hips harder and forced her to still.
“I’m about to come, and I don’t want to yet.”
She grinned into his neck. “I don’t mind if you do.” She wanted to give him pleasure now.
“I mind,” he growled.
Before she knew what was happening, Brayden had rolled her onto her back.
He hovered over her, holding his upper body up with his forearms, which rested on either side of her.
Scarlett wrapped her legs around him, grasping him as closely to her as she could.
He kissed her as he drove into her again—slowly at first.
The way he made love to her, so unhurried, had her completely undone. Sex was so different with him. She wanted it to be like this always.
She grasped at him, dragging her nails over his strong back and moaning as she encouraged him. “You’re so good, I can’t… I need it harder now—”
He thrust harder, faster, possessing her as he slammed into her. She clenched on his cock, wanting to keep him and please him.
“Fuck, Scarlett, that’s so good. I can feel you—” Brayden pulled out, and she hated the loss of him. But then, as he continued to hold himself above her with one arm, his thumb was at her entrance and on her clit, gently circling as he slid all the way into her again.
Gasping, she melted into the bed. His thumb teased her clit with her own wetness, and she was lost as he moved in her.
“You look like you want to come again, sweetheart. Can you come again for me like a good girl?” he whispered.
His words alone almost drove her over the edge.
“I think so.” The words came out in a raspy voice she hardly recognized as her own.
“That’s right—come on my cock. Come for me. I don’t care how long it takes.” He thrust into her again as if to emphasize his point, causing her to cry out. “I love fucking your sweet pussy, and I can’t stop till you come for me.”
Scarlett had never been more aroused, her whole body begging for release.
She wanted to be his good girl and come for him.
His deep voice and those words, paired with the unrelenting pleasure of his hand and his cock, his scent—it all pushed her over the edge again.
Scarlett moaned his name as she pulsed on his length.
A wave of bliss flooded through her core as she came.
Some part of her had sensed—hoped—sex would be special with him, but she’d never dreamed it could be this good.
When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her. “You’re gorgeous when you come.” He’d pulled his hand away but was still moving in her slowly.
Jax and Nori were above Brayden’s shoulders, circling each other in the dark.
“You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
A wicked smile spread across his face. “That’s what I was going for, beautiful.”
“I want you to come too,” said Scarlett.
“Where do you want me to come?”
“Inside me,” she said without hesitation.
Her words seemed to undo him completely; he moved in her like she belonged to him. She wanted to. She wanted him forever.
Brayden pounded into her. Just when she was sure it couldn’t get any better, he gripped the headboard behind her and tilted her pelvis up to keep thrusting, reaching a new depth inside her. She let out a low moan as pleasure rolled through her, deep within, and she came again.
“Another orgasm? What was that—?”
Brayden went rigid and slammed his mouth against hers as he spilled himself inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, panting hard, and Scarlett grasped him to her, wishing she could hold him in her like this forever.
I’ll love you till the day I die.