“You’re going to feel me everywhere.” He rocks forward another inch, the pain giving way to delight. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” My laugh splinters with the quick move of his hips, his cock halfway buried inside me. “I’m in heaven.”
“Tight. Wet. Perfect pussy.” His thumb moves down my neck, pressing at the base of my throat. “Deep breath, baby.”
Baby.
It’s far too soft a word for how he’s treating me right now, burying himself all the way to the hilt as we moan in unison. Brody’s hands fall to my legs, bringing my knees to my chest. He holds me in place, fucking me with quick snaps of his hips. The whole bed shakes. The headboard hits the wall, and I grab his wrists, trying to stabilize myself.
“Fuck,” I slur. I feel drunk. Absolutely delirious. “I want more.”
“More?” His laugh is wild. “More might kill me. But I told you I’d give you anything you want.” With a move that happens so fast I’m still trying to process the logistics, he switches our positions. Brody lies with his back on the bed and holds me above his shaft, handing over control. “Take what you need, Hannah. Use me. Fuckingwreckme.”
I lean forward, my hands near the pillows. I lower myself, just enough to only take the head of his cock before pulling off of him. “Ask nicely,” I say, and he growls.
“Please.” Brody grips my hips so tight he’s going to leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints behind. “Please fuck me.”
“Such a good boy.” I smile and sink back on him, rolling my hips as I do. “Such a good big boy.”
The room blurs. Time stands still but also speeds up. It’s impossible to figure out where I stop and where Brody begins. Our hands roam. We kiss each other mercilessly, like we’re seeing who can get the other to the finish line first. When Brody slips out of me, condom wet from my arousal, he shifts me ontomy side. When I ask to change our position again, he puts me on my hands and knees, ass in the air while he fucks me from behind.
It's messy and loud, but soon his movements turn ragged. So does his breathing, and he wraps a fistful of my hair around his wrist and tugs.
“Going to come,” he mumbles, the words disjointed. “Did you?—”
“No. But I want you to finish. We can take care of me later.”
If it’s a blow to his ego, Brody doesn’t show it. He grunts, snapping his hips one more time. His cock throbs inside me, filling the condom, and I gasp when he touches my clit again. When he makes quick circles, drawing an orgasm out of me, and I fall apart. It’s unexpected, but I ride the high of the euphoria, savoring the way his cock hits the spot I can rarely reach with any of my toys.
Labored breathing fills the quiet in the room, and Brody pulls out of me. He takes off the condom, ties it up, and disposes of it in the trash. I close my eyes, sighing as he brings me to his side and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Hi,” I whisper. I touch his long eyelashes, smiling at the way he relaxes into me. “Are you alive?”
“I haven’t come like that since my twenties,” he pants. “And twice in one night? Jesus, help me.”
“He’ll help you repent for your sins, that’s for sure. We defiled your bed.” I giggle when he kisses my neck, the scruff of his beard rubbing against my skin. “I think spending time with me is going to be great for your cardiovascular health.”
“Great. I’ll become invincible.” His arms wrap around my waist. “Stay the night?”
“If you think I’m dragging my ass out of this warm, comfy bed and into the cold, you’ve lost your mind. Besides. I still need to give you your Christmas present.”
“Christmas present? You didn’t need to get me anything.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s small. Like, really small. And I have something for Liv too. They’re in my purse in the foyer.”
“I’ll grab it for you.” Brody untangles our limbs. “Do you want some water? Something to eat?”
“Water would be great.” I tuck the sheets under my arms, leaning against the headboard. “And maybe a snack later.”
“Be back in a second,” he says, and when he disappears down the hall, I glance around his room.
Everything is clean, organized. A phone charger plugged into the wall and a laptop on a long desk along the wall. The rich mahogany of the armoire and light blue paint on the walls. There’s a photo of him and Liv when they’re both older, and I touch the glass frame and their smiling faces.
“I’m surprised you’re not snooping.” Brody reappears, leaning against the door frame. He’s naked, one ankle crossed over the other, and he lifts my purse in the air. He’s holding a glass of water in his other hand. “I come bearing gifts.”
“I’ll snoop in the morning when you give me the full tour. And, again, what is in the bag is small. Silly, really, but I saw them and thought of you two.”
“I have something for you too.” He hands over my bag and walks to his desk, opening one of the small drawers. “I didn’t have a chance to wrap it.”
