I sat up to see what he was talking about and eyed the puddle of purple soda on the bedspread near him. “Oh no. What a shame,” I said with deadpan expression. “You can’t sleep there now. I guess we will have to share.”
The grin that lit up his face was brighter than the sun itself. “Thank fuck!” Then he launched across the gap, tackling me flat onto the floral comforter and slamming his lips to mine.
Laughter sparkled between our kisses as he rolled us over and I straddled his waist, grinding against his already-hard length. Suddenly we weren’t joking around anymore, and there was no one interrupting us.
“Shit,” Brodie groaned between kisses. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this, but I don’t have protection.”
Surprise saw me sitting up straighter, which allowed him to reach for the zipper of my dress and tug it down. “Seriously?” I asked, bemused. “You spent two hours of that movie getting me worked up in a horny mess, but you didn’t bring any condoms?”
He rolled his eyes at my teasing. “I did, actually. They’re inmycar, though.”
I bit my lip, anticipation fluttering through me like the most diabolical butterflies. “I don’t even know how to say this without sounding…whatever. I’ve got an IUD, so if you?—”
“I’m clean so that’s good enough for me,” he enthused, basically tearing my dress as he whipped it over my head, then inhaled sharply. “Holy shit, Evie. You’re gorgeous.” His hands cupped my breasts through the sheer bra I’d worn, teasing mynipples into hardened points. His teeth indented his lower lip as he played, his gaze heavy. Wanting more of that reaction from him, I reached behind and unclipped my bra clasp, letting the fabric loosen in his grip.
He swallowed visibly and my breath caught when he tossed the garment aside.
“Perfection,” he breathed. Then he grabbed my waist and flipped our positions once more, pinning me to the bed as his mouth found my left nipple.
My cry was louder than I intended as I threaded my fingers through his soft hair, throwing my head back against the sensation of his mouth laving the hard peak of my nipple.
He moved to the other side, giving it just as much attention, and I was dying with how good it felt. I’d never realized how much stimulation could come from my nipples, but already my body was heated, with a heavy pressure settling low between my legs.
“Brodie,” I gasped, moving against him as desperation fueled me. “Please.”
Brodie chuckled, his mouth hot against my skin. “Please what, Evie babe? You’re going to need to use your words with me.”
Oh fuck. Words were hard. “I need to come. I need you to make me come right the fuck now.”
Okay, maybe not that hard at all.
Brodie’s eyes darkened as he stared up from my chest, taking in my expression. “Holy shit you’re hot, Evie. So freaking hot. I’m going to fucking devour you, babe.”
He wasted no time kissing his way down my stomach, ripping my panties off so he could settle between my naked thighs. On instinct, I spread them farther to accommodate him, and he immediately shifted positions to throw them over his shoulders as he nudged in closer, his face right against my core.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he murmured, giving me asearing look before he licked from my ass to my clit in one movement. The groan that escaped him was almost as erotic as the motion of his tongue as he flattened it against my cunt and lapped at me.
“Fuck.” He pressed harder, licking and sucking, as the pleasure slammed into me with so much force that my ass almost lifted from the bed. Brodie’s strong hold around my thighs kept me down, and even when I fought to move, he didn’t let go.
“Oh god. Brodie. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I arched my top half off the bed, my fingers tightening in his hair as I came so hard that darkness danced on the edge of my vision. Brodie didn’t stop his delicious assault on my pussy, swiping through my release as he devoured me. When he reached my clit, he gave it the same attention my nipples had gotten, and I was already panting and well on my way to a second orgasm.
My body was so sensitive that when he slid one and then a second finger inside me, curling them up to press against my G-spot, I shattered against him once more.
“So fucking responsive,” he groaned, the sounds obscene as he growled and lapped against me. “You’re better than anything I could have dreamed up, if I knew to dream of perfection.”
“Brodie Keller,” I panted, writhing against his hold. “You’re—fuck.”
“I am fuck,” he confirmed. “As in, I’m about to fuck you.”
He slid his fingers free, leaving me achingly empty as his tongue swiped two more times from my ass to my clit, as if he couldn’t stand to leave one drop of my release behind. “You’re delicious,” he said as he rose up and settled between my thighs. “You want to taste?”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he slid the two fingers that had been inside me into my mouth. “Taste yourself, babe. Taste how fucking delicious you are.”
I sucked those digits deeper, rolling my tongue over the lengths, groaning at the sensation of tasting myself and Brodie together. “Good, right?” he said, watching me closely, his pupils dilating as I sucked harder.
“More,” I huffed. “I need more.”
