His heavy exhalation gusted over my head, his chest rising and falling under my cheek. “Just couldn’t live there anymore. Not after—” He cut himself off and cleared his throat. “Well, not after. I needed a space of my own.”
It took everything in me not to ask, “After what?” and demand details about his cryptic answer. But I wasn’t in a position to demand anything from Brady. That didn’t stop my curiosity over the man, though.
I shifted and adjusted against him, trying to find a comfortable position. All the while, his hand never left my ass, the one anchor to him as I moved this way and that. In one of my adjustments, I brought my knee up to hook over his legs, inadvertently brushing against his dick. His hand tightened on my ass, but otherwise, he didn’t acknowledge it.
So I did it again, a little firmer this time as I slid my hand down his stomach to rest just above the waistband of his boxers. He was hard, his cock thick beneath my thigh, and I wanted another ride, tender pussy be damned.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, lawbreaker,” he said lowly, his lips brushing my forehead with each word.
I crawled my fingers across his stomach, dragging them back and forth along his waistband. “Those are the best kinds to play.”
His whole body was stiff. Poised. Ready to strike at any second. I’d wondered what it’d be like to have all that control unleashed on me in the heat of passion. Wondered if it’d be boring and rigid. Unremarkable. But while he’d still held the control earlier despite my fighting him tooth and nail, it’d been a completely different kind of control. One filled with passion and dominance that I was all too sure not many people saw. And the thought that I’d brought it out in him was a shot of ecstasy thrumming through my veins.
Finally, his chest rumbled beneath my cheek as he spoke. “Thought you said you were too sore.”
I did. I was. But…was Ireally? I was pretty sure my vagina would forgive me for using and abusing it like this, especially when I was faced with the specimen that was Brady and the tool he wielded like a goddamn pro.
Just once more. Once more wouldn’t be awful, right? Once more, where I could really get a good look at him…spend some quality one-on-one time, just me and his dick. We’d both get our rocks off, and then things between us would calm down. All that animosity would be alleviated, and we could be…friends?
“I lied.” I slipped my leg farther over his, pulling myself up to straddle his hips.
He brought his hands to my outer thighs, his fingers slipping under the fabric of his T-shirt as he stared up at me, his cock already straining against the confines of his boxers. “Thinking about doing something, then?”
“Maybe.”
The man was ripped, no doubt about that, and I felt like a wisp of a woman next to him. His body radiated power, and it was a natural high to know I could bring him to his knees. I brushed my hands over his pecs and the light dusting of hair there, sliding them up to his shoulders, then down his biceps, loving how firm and solid he was beneath me. Totally unshakable. But I’d shaken him hours ago, hadn’t I? Could I do it again?
“Just so we’re clear…” he said, slipping his hands under the shirt I wore and lifting it up and over my head, baring me to him completely. He tossed it to the floor as he reached up and cupped one of my breasts, thumbing a nipple and tugging until I gasped. “Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean you’re in charge.”
“I don’t know.” I rocked over his cock, sliding my pussy against him as I braced myself on his arms. “This feels a little like I’m in charge.”
“Does it?” He gripped my waist, hauling me up his body as if I weighed nothing until I hovered over his face, my pussy inches from his mouth. “’Cause I promise you’re not. Now, put your hands on the headboard and ride my tongue like a good girl. Gotta make sure this pussy is nice and soaked if you want to take my cock again.”
Jesus, this man had a way with words that shot straight to my clit, the traitor throbbing with anticipation and desire, knowing what awaited it if only I’d succumb. So I did what any girl who was facing the choice between being in charge or getting eaten out by Brady would do—I placed my hands on the headboard like I was told and sat on his face.
His mouth was open and waiting for me, his tongue seeking me immediately, and I tossed my head back on a moan at the first delicious touch. I’d been so wrong when I’d thought he surely wouldn’t do this because it was messy. No, Brady ate pussy like a man on death row being served his last meal. He sucked and nibbled, licked and swirled until I was a writhing, panting mess above him. Wrapping his arms around my legs, he gripped my thighs from below and devoured me.
I ground against him, using the headboard for leverage as I rocked back and forth on his face, each flash of lightning through the room illuminating us for a tiny blink of time. But no matter how far apart those flashes came, Brady’s eyes never strayed from my face. He stared up at me from between my spread thighs as he licked my clit and fucked me with his tongue, his gaze speaking of want and desire and so many promises of what tonight would bring.
When he sucked me hard between his lips and gently scraped his teeth against my clit, I came. Back bowing, I shuddered and shook over him, my thighs trembling, hands still clinging to the headboard as if they alone could anchor me when the feelings he wrung out of me sent me flying.
Aftershocks still racked my body when Brady shifted and suddenly flipped me so I lay on my back, my head at the foot of the bed as he loomed over me.
“Wait,” I said breathlessly, body still shaking through my release. “I wanted to have a chat with your dick.”
Breathing out a laugh, he shook his head. “Later.”
He braced his hands on the backs of my thighs and spread me wide, tucking my knees up to my chest. And then, without any buildup or easing the way for the monster between his legs, he drove deep inside me, stealing the air straight from my lungs.
“Fuck.Fuck.” He stared down, dividing his gaze between my face and where he disappeared inside me. His eyes were dark and angry, like he was pissed we were this perfect together in bed. “You shouldn’t feel this good.”
“Back atcha,” I attempted to say, though it came out as more of a moan than anything.
I didn’t know if it was the angle he hit, the look of blissful agony on his face, or the fact that he’d thrust into me before I’d even come down from my first orgasm, but he sent me flying again. Immediately. My body was in a tailspin as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over me.
“Oh God,” I choked out, hands gripping his forearms as he fucked me straight through my orgasm, my pussy clenching hard around him.
“Still think you’re the one in charge, pretty girl?” His head hung between his shoulders, and his fingers dug so deep into my thighs, I was sure I’d have bruises there in the morning, but I didn’t care. Didn’t care a single bit when he was making me feel this good. “I’m the one working this pussy up, making you come so hard you see stars. Remember that.”
