“I like you touching me, Blue, but there’s no pressure.” He trembled a little when I dipped a finger into his waistband, just an inch, and moved to the side. His breathing picked up and a new kind of feeling took over me.Power. I made this man tremble.Our position didn’t fit for what I wanted to do, so I slid off the couch, naked, and jutted my chin for him to sit where I just had.
“You, sit there.”
He sat and flexed his jaw when I kneeled between his thighs. God, his legs were all muscle too. The strength he had terrified and awed me, and I inhaled before taking the next step.Removing his clothes.I fingered the waistband again and pulled down. The fabric got stuck on his erection and I giggled, adjusting the elastic and finally sliding his shorts and boxers down his legs.
Woah.
My throat dried up, staring at him fully naked. It wasn’t even funny how far I was out of my element. The two penises I had seen were in high school and those boys had beennothinglike Brigham. Those boys had been like a comet where Brigham was like the sun. I parted my lips and stared at his massive dick. Did I touch it?Lick it?
My face got hot and panic clawed its way up my throat just as Brigham leaned forward and lifted my chin so I met his eyes. “Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?”
I nodded. “I’m nervous.”
His eyes warmed. “Why?”
“I don’t know what to do and I’m overthinking it and what if it’s weird?” I rambled, my chest heaving, and shit, I was still naked! Brigham took one of my hands and guided it to his dick.
“Do you want to touch me?”
I nodded, entranced when he took my fingers and wrapped them around him. His hand closed over mine and he started moving our hands up and down. He was thick and hard. I felt lightheaded at all my emotions and how attracted I was to him, but I focused on the movements. Up and down, building pace. His thighs tensed on either side of me, pressing against my shoulders, and I looked up to find a sexy, half-slack look on his face. The pumping got dry, and Brigham removed our hands and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Can you spit on your hand?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, pretty much drunk on him. I spat and continued the motion without him this time. He jerked every few seconds when I picked up the pace and he groaned, leaning his head back on the couch the longer I went. This was nothing like my first awkward not-complete hand job from high school. This was intense and hot. Sweat appeared on his chest and I reached up with my other hand, dragging my nails down his stomach. His groan got louder. He liked that.
“Can you… Here.” He took my non-pumping hand and cupped his balls with it. “I’m close, Blue. Shit,” he hissed, those huge muscles stiffening. “Stop if you…you want.”
Yeah, there was no way in hell I would miss this. My arm hurt and my wrist started to get numb, but I pumped him until he stilled for one second before moaning as hot spurts came out of him. His entire body, a real work of art, shook and his intense hazel eyes stayed on me as he rode out the orgasm. “Fuck, Blue. Goddamn.”
“Good cusses?” I looked at my hand, his stomach, and blushed at how messy we were. He reached down and cupped my chin.
“Very good cusses.” He blew out a long breath and blinked a few times. “That felt better than I could’ve imagined. Your hands on me. Goddamn it.”
I giggled at his flustered expression. The gorgeous man seemed dazed.From me.It was an intoxicating feeling. “I like all these bases.”
He barked out a laugh. “Uh yeah. Me too.” He noticed the way I held my hand in an awkward position and he narrowed his eyes. “Let’s clean up, BB.”
Still naked, I started walking to the bathroom to wash my hands, but Brigham followed and turned on the shower in the master. Mr. Alexandre had a huge shower with three spouts that alternated pressures. Brigham found two towels in the closet and jutted his chin toward the shower. “Wanna shower?”
“With you?”
“Yes,” he said, not bothering to hide his grin. “It’s not an official base, but it’s recommended.”
“Okay.” Hot water and Brigham’s body?If I ever pass on that opportunity, consider me brain dead.
I stepped into it with him, nervous at the new intimacy between us, and giggled when he lathered his hands in soap and went straight for my boobs. “Wow.”
“I’m being a gentleman, Blue.” He winked and ran his soapy hands all over my skin. “I want to make sure you get clean.”
“Ever so thoughtful, you.” I couldn’t stop smiling when he cleaned every inch of me. It was my turn, but before I could grab the soap, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard. He gripped the back of my head as he explored my mouth with his tongue, but instead of the frenzied, wild kisses we’d had before, this one was softer. I ran my fingers through his hair and melted into him while hot water fell on us.
It was one of the sexiest and most tender moments of my life, and a sane person would’ve stopped it from getting too much. But I wasn’t smart right then. I enjoyed every second of it, from the soapy smell to the way he bit my lip when he pulled back. Water clung to his eyelashes and I knew I would never find someone like him again. “Thank you,” he said, pressing his lips together and losing the cocky attitude from earlier. He almost looked sad and vulnerable.
“For what?” I asked, my voice shaking at the intensity on his face.
“Everything.” He shrugged, and in a second, he switched back to the playful Brigham. “I think you’re clean. My turn now, yes?”
I followed his playful lead and soaped him down good. But the worried expression on his face stayed in my mind longer after we got out of the shower and he headed home for the night.What did that ‘thank you’ mean?
Chapter Fourteen
