“You’d take them so well, wouldn’t you? I’d get you warmed up. I’d make you come on my hand, then I’d fuck you nice and slow.”
Who would’ve thought Brody Saunders would be the most talkative when he’s half naked and in bed with a woman? Who knew the man who scowls more than he smiles would have a filthy mouth, narrating everything he wants to do to me?
It’s the best kind of surprise.
“I’ve never come from penetration.” I curl my fingers at the admission, hitting a spot that feels particularly delicious. “Only from foreplay. And never with a guy. Only with a woman.”
“Women are significantly smarter than men. But I’d be able to do it,” he says, and there’s a smugness behind it. Arrogance that’s extremely hot. “I could get you to come on my cock, and you’d thank me after.”
Hell.
His confidence is intoxicating, and I wonder if it’s because he’s the oldest person I’ve been with. There’s something so appealing in his assuredness. In fantasizing about the things he’d whisper in my ear while he plucked me apart until I was nothing but a mess of limbs and sweat and satisfaction.
“I would,” I tell him, bracing myself to add a third finger. When I do, Brody wraps his hand around my wrist. He guides me, and this might be the most intimate moment of my life. He can seeeverything, and his eyes spark with patient agony. “It would be so good with you.”
“Hannah,” he croaks, and it’s a plea. Like he’s begging me to put him out of his misery. He presses a hot kiss to my knee, the scruff of his beard burning my skin, and he grinds into the mattress. None of this feels real. “I want?—”
“Yes.” I close my eyes, sinking into the exquisite pleasure that comes from touching myself and knowing exactly what it takes to have a mind-altering orgasm. There’s no faking. I can get there and rejoice, all while Brody watches. “Whatever it is, the answer is yes.”
He slows my movements. He’s gentle as he eases my hand away. I groan at the loss of contact, of feeling full and then empty, but he kisses my knee again. “Bring your legs to your chest. Hold yourself open for me. Let me touch you.”
My eyes flutter open. The authority in his voice makes me want to do anything he asks. I’m practically panting, but there’s no time to wonder how I might look or sound because his broad chest is nudging my legs wider. I watch with awe as he puts my feet on his shoulders and blows a warm puff of air against me.
With shaky hands, I reach between my legs and spread myself for him. What follows is a string of crude expletives. A murmur of all the places he wants to put his tongue and another rut against the mattress.
Desire is written on his face when he places a large, warm palm on my stomach and uses his other hand to push a single finger inside me.
I gasp.
It’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced. He gets to his second knuckle, and I’m groaning. Tightening around him, and he rumbles out my name.
“Okay?” he slurs. I don’t know if it’s from the alcohol he’s been sipping all night or the electric current buzzing between us, but I don’t care. Not when he presses a thumb to my clit and rubs a slow circle, the movement simultaneous with the easy way he fucks me. “Is that okay, Hannah?”
Brody brings his finger all the way out, then presses it back inside me. It’s quicker, more determined, and I can hear how wet I am. How needy I sound, and I almost lose it entirely when he spits on my pussy and wipes his saliva on me.
“No,” I say, and he stops immediately. He props himself up on an elbow before I’m pulling his hair. Urging his face lower, frantic as I give him a shove. “It’s so fucking good. Don’t you dare stop.”
“You’re so pretty. Perfect tits. Perfect body and perfect strong legs.” He grinds his hips into the mattress, and I love that he’s not hiding his enthusiasm for me. I love that he’s enjoying this as much as I am even though I’m not touching him. “I’ve been dreaming about you for goddamnmonths.”
“Really?” He adds a second finger, the stretch just at the point of uncomfortable. I grip the sheets, reveling in howgoodhe makes me feel. I’m on top of the world, and I never want to come down. “You should’ve done something about it.”
“It’s better this way. One time. I’ll get my fill of you, then I’ll walk away. I’ll get you out of my head.”
One time doesn’t seem like it could ever be enough, but I’m not going to argue. There’s no world where the two of us exist as something other than a mindless hookup in the dead of night no one will ever know about.
We’re too different. We live opposite lives, him with a career and a kid, and me seconds away from an existential crisis. We want different things, have different priorities, but tonight?
Tonight I’m going to enjoy the hell out of him.
“Brody. I need more. I’m close, but I—” I jolt forward when he puts his mouth on me, making circles with his tongue. “Yes.That. More of that, please.”
“Now who’s the one begging?” He nips at the underside of my thigh, then puts his mouth back on me. His tongue and fingers work in tandem to drive me wild, and I’ve never been this turned on before. “Look how wet you are. This isn’t going to take long, is it?”
It’s not, but I’m not ashamed of how my body responds to him. How can I be when Brody holds himself above me, long fingers sliding in and out? There’s a thumb on my clit. A whisper of how good I am, of how beautiful I look, and a rough kiss that tips me over the edge in a fit of pleasure.
“It’s too much.” I squeeze my eyes shut when the orgasm hits me, but Brody doesn’t relent. He keeps his fingers inside me, letting out the ghost of a groan when a second orgasm surprises me with trembling aftershocks. “I can’t. It’s?—”
“Look at you grinding on my fingers because you’re so needy. No one’s taken care of you like this before, have they, Hannah?”
