“But you—”
“Uh-uh,” I said, a bit of my fiery side returning. “Don’t make me force the issue, Brock.”
I said it with a smile. Brock was happy to oblige. He took off his cut—which, I had to say, looked fucking hot as hell—and his shirt, and laid on the bed with his jeans still on. I decided to have some fun, slow foreplay. I kissed his lips, his neck, his chest, and his stomach as I made my way down to his groin. I was in no rush to get his member out; it would happen.
I had my fingers curled around his jeans and could feel the tip of his cock quivering. Brock himself was groaning and trembling, begging me to get his pants off. I did as he requested…and left his boxers on.
“Oh, you are evil,” he said with a laugh. “Evil, evil, evil!”
“Is that so?” I said with a smile.
I bit the outline of his cock gently and grabbed his boxers with my teeth. I yanked them down halfway and pulled them all the way off with my hands.
“Happy now?” I said with a smile.
“Always,” Brock said.
Somehow, even in the heat of the moment, Brock gave the perfect answer. Always, he’d be happy with me. Always, he’d be happy.
Always.
I leaned forward, licked him from shaft to tip, and put all of him into my mouth. I moved slowly, establishing a nice, slow rhythm of bobbing, slurping, and stroking the entirety of his member. I was determined to go until he wanted to reward me—and while I would enjoy his mouth between my legs, I didn’t want a moment to go by in which he wasn’t getting some physical reward.
The best part was seeing how Brock reacted. For a man so in control, who had saved my life, who projected such a presence and aura, I reduced him to a babbling, incoherent mess under the spell of my tongue and mouth. I wouldn’t quite call it a power over him but knowing that I could have that power was arousing.
He actually asked me to stop about two minutes in.
“You OK?” I said.
“I just…I don’t want to finish so early,” he said. “Come on. Climb up.”
“Already?” I said, but it was done with an excited smirk.
“I want to be inside of you,” he said. “And I want to be raw. I’m not going for anyone else.”
Oh my God, Brock…
The smile, I was sure, gave me away. But I did as commanded, climbing forward, putting his raw cock just on the outside of my sex.
Truth be told, I had never been raw with anyone before. Not even Steele. I had silently been terrified about the prospect of getting knocked up and having him be the father.
With Brock, though?
I honestly feared none of that. I would not let him come inside me, not yet, not when I had a career ahead, but if something happened? If Brock got me pregnant?
I didn’t fear the outcome. Not in the slightest.
I slid him inside of me, and oh my God, what a world of a difference it was! The condom on was like having sex at eighty percent capacity—still good and pleasurable, but you knew there was something more. But now that it was off…
“Oh, my God,” Brock said.
I put my hands on his stomach and ground my hips into him. This new sensation, this raw feeling—there was nothing like it. I rapidly scaled up to orgasm, probably already along the way because of the pleasure I got from seeing him in such pleasure. I was cautious not to arouse him too much for fear of him finishing in me, but fortunately, this was probably the best position to avoid having that happen.
The intensity of my movement picked up dramatically, going from a slow and steady grind into something much faster as I begged to have his body make me come. I could feel the tension rising; the contact without rubber was speeding up the pace so much. I closed my eyes as my feet tingled and everything in my body focused around my sex.
And then it burst, and though my hips continued to swivel, I gasped and moaned as warmth flared through my body. I couldn’t control myself; it was like my body was shaking and moving itself to maximize climax. Oh, fuck…oh, fuck yes!
When I finished, I looked down at Brock and smiled. He smiled back, flipped me over, and pushed in as deep as he could go.
