I reached behind her and undid the bra, letting the flimsy material fall to the floor, and admired her perky pink nipples. My mouth watered. I went slow, making sure she watched each movement as I flicked my tongue against one.
“Brigham!” she yelled, moving her hands to grip my hair.
“You like it a lot,” I said, repeating the gesture a couple of times before moving to the other. “What if I sucked it into my mouth? Hm?”
“Please.”
Oh, Sarah begging was my new favorite thing. I obliged and took the tip into my mouth, sucking it soft, then hard. The alternating pressure made her legs twitch, and when I brought my teeth down on it, she arched her back. “Brigham. I need… I need…”
“To get off?” I did not stop tasting her perfect tits. It was an addiction, knowing this was new for her and getting to experience it with her. “Do you want me to reach inside your tiny shorts and help you?”
“I-I…yes.” Her face was twisted in a combination of desperation and pleasure, and I let the nipple pop out of my mouth with a loud sound before I unbuttoned her shorts. “I’ve never been…this is…wow.”
“Wait until you come apart in my hands, Blue.”
She shivered when I slid the shorts down her legs, along with her matching blue underwear. She was shaved. All of her. I bit into my fist. That was not something I’d expected, and I took a second to calm down.
“Is it…okay?” she asked, concern etched onto her pretty face.
“Sarah. I’m struggling to not embarrass myself. You are perfect.” I traced a finger down her stomach to between her thighs with one thing in mind.Her pleasure.I swirled my thumb around her clit a few times, trying to find the rhythm she liked, and it didn’t take long before she panted. Her legs twitched in a sloppy, uncontrollable way that was fucking hot. She couldn’t stop her reactions. This wasn’t a show for me—it was her enjoying the feelings. I quickened my pace. “Can I finger you?”
“Shit. Yes. Please!” she cried, pulling my hair to the point that it hurt.
I slipped inside, and her warmth and wetness about killed me. She rocked against my hand for a few minutes and I got a second warning before she fell apart. Her muscles tensed and she let out an animalistic sound. “Brigham!”
I kept rhythm, encouraging her to let go as I thrust my finger in and out of her. She bucked and thrashed.And my god…I needed to take care of myself right the hell now. She came to a few minutes later, her entire body covered with sweat, and gave me the goofiest smile I had ever seen. “Like second and a half base now?”
“I should be mortified. I just…lost it. But I don’t care.” She sighed and relaxed into the couch, my fingers still inside her. “This is my most favorite base.”
“Oh, baby, wait until third.” I removed myself from her, placed a kiss on her stomach, and stood, unfazed by my massive wood. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.”
She frowned. “Where are you going?”
“To jerk off, hard, thinking about your tits and the sounds you made.” I didn’t wait to hear her reply. It took less than one minute to strip down and get into the shower. I had my shaft in my hand and thought of her.
Sarah Bell Blue washot, and it was going to be a problem.
Chapter Eleven
Sarah
Why the hell do I have so many notifications?This couldn’t possibly be right. I frowned and eyed my social media posts and gasped at the increase in comments. There were hundreds.Is this going viral?
I’d slept in later than normal after hanging out with Brigham all night, and the guy was persuasive about hanging out again later today. It was a new sensation to look forward to something so much that it made me giddy, and, instead of overthinking it, I enjoyed it. But right then, I had to work on my brand and website, but the social media comments were distracting me.Why?
I chewed on my thumbnail and scrolled through comments. An unsettled, gross feeling grew in my gut as the theme of the comments shone through.
Why is this ugly chick with Brigham Monaghan?
My heart raced and I read more and more nasty comments, all making fun of my appearance. My page went back to high school posts, when I’d had braces and they’d been mocked. It was awful. This made mean girls look like saints, and my eyes stung just as my phone rang.Megan.
“Don’t look online,” she blurted, forgoing the greeting entirely. “Promise me.”
“I saw.” My voice came out small and dejected. “I’ve known Brigham barely three weeks. I don’t get it.”
“There is a picture of you two outside with dogs walking. People are crazy stalkers and found out your real name, andbam. Are you okay?”
“They are mean.”
