I knew we were from two different worlds, but I didn’t care about any of that. I had the man I’d craved for years, alone and willing. I took his face between my hands and kissed him. Our tongues played and rubbed, and I tugged at his shirt.
“Off. All of it.”
“You too,” he croaked out, his voice rough with need, and we stripped out of our clothes in seconds flat. I devoured the sight of his naked body—flat, ridged abs and that heavy, beautiful dick rising between those powerful thighs. I’d seen it plenty of times in the locker room and in my filthy dreams. But now I licked my lips, knowing it was mine for the night. Brody’s hungry gaze ate me up as well, and it was almost painful to move, but I had to touch him. I laid my hand on his chest, and the rapid pump of his heart matched my frenzied beat.
“Oh God,” Brody groaned as our bodies pressed together. Precome slicked my stomach, and my cock throbbed and ached.
“Fuck, Brody. I want…ahh.” I lost it when his big hand wrapped around our shafts and began to jack us off. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I rode that rubdown, and my toes curled as my orgasm smashed through me. “Fuck,” I called out, come shooting from my dick in the most mind-blowing climax of my life. Brody shouted out a moment later, and we sank to the large sectional sofa, collapsing in a tangle of arms and legs.
Minutes passed, and I cracked open one eye to see Brody lying by me, his chest heaving. It was a while before I was able to remember how to speak.
“That was incredible.”
“Mmm.” Eyes still closed, Brody smiled. “Sure was.”
I eyed his beautiful body, finally available for me to touch and play with. I ran my hands over his sticky abs and tweaked his nipples. Brody opened his eyes and I got on all fours, hovering above his groin. My mouth watered at his musky scent, and I tongued his dick. It twitched and filled.
“Tastes so good.” I continued to lick up and down the rapidly stiffening shaft and sucked the fat head.
“Fuck me, Dev,” Brody breathed, his hands playing with my hair. “This is so damn hot. I’ve dreamed about you for years. What you’d feel like.” He met my eyes and hesitated for a beat. “Inside me.”
Lust slammed into me, and panting, I sat on my heels, my dick stiff and ready for action again.
“I want that.”
I scrambled off and pulled him up, but once we were standing, I didn’t want to rush anything. I’d planned this evening on a hope and a prayer that Brody would be sharing it with me, that we’d spend the night ripping up the sheets from wild, uncontrollable sex. But now that he was here, I wanted more than the physical. It was disconcerting, and I grew nervous and unsure. Why, I couldn’t say.
“Do you want a drink or a snack?” I asked, and Brody’s face screwed up in question.
“Huh? Don’t you wanna…you know?” A cute blush rose over his face, and he ducked his head. I tipped up his chin and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Oh, yeah. We’re gonna do that. Don’t you worry.” I grabbed a butt cheek and squeezed. “Look how perfectly you fit in my hand.”
Brody ran his fingers up the tats on my arms. “These are so gorgeous. What made you get them?”
Would it kill the vibe to say it was a way to get a rise out of my stuffy parents? Their lives were so measured and precise, I tried whatever I could to cause a misstep—getting tattoos was the first, and playing football was another. It might’ve started out as a joke, but I soon discovered how much I loved the game and how damn good I was—so good that colleges couldn’t throw scholarships at me fast enough. I decided it was what I wanted. The one thing in my life I could say was absolutely mine.
Of course Mother and Father had believed I’d be attending one of their illustrious universities. I’d had the grades and the football talent, but at my announcement that I’d picked a school based on their stellar football program and not academic status, they’d been horrified and had expressed their emotions with stern frowns and multisyllabic words of disappointment.
“I just like them. They look badass.”
“Mmm.” Brody’s hands pinched my butt. “This ass is pretty bad.” He slid a rough finger down my crack, making my nerves explode and my dick jerk. “I like it.”
I kissed his collarbone and sank my teeth into the curve of his neck and shoulder. “I like you.” He hissed, and I licked the red mark. “A lot.”
“I…I never knew. You’re always surrounded by girls.”
“And I’ve never slept with any of them.” At his shocked face, I chuckled. “I tell them I don’t trust condoms not to break, and God knows I can’t risk the chance that they’re not on birth control. It’s saved the day. But dammit, I hate having to hide it. Don’t you?” I brushed aside the thick swath of reddish-brown hair hanging over his brow.
“Yeah. But I get it. I’ve tried datin’ but never got beyond a first or second date. They probably think I’m a jerk.”
I shook my head. “No way. You’re a nice guy.”
I didn’t think Brody even listened to what I said. He stared off into the distance. “No way can I ever say nothin’, though. I don’t think my momma would care—I hope. Not sure about Theo, but it don’t really matter if he does or doesn’t.”
We’d all played ball together for years but knew little of each other’s personal lives. Curious to delve deeper into Brody’s, I leaned against the big kitchen island. “You and he don’t get along? I’ve seen him at the games, though, cheering you on. He’s into it.”
“Oh, he’s all right, and he loves my momma.” Brows pulled together, Brody lifted a shoulder. “But he ain’t ever gonna replace my daddy.” He pinched his eyes shut. “Silly, huh? I’m twenty-one and still missin’ my father who’s been dead for more than ten years.”
