CHAPTER FOUR
Starlet
Icollapse inthe shower, welcoming the feel of the hot water all over my body. My legs are like jelly after making love with Brick a third time. So much so, I begged for a break and private time in the bathroom. He’s a machine. Seriously. He cums and then his erection never dies. I think he missed his true calling, the porn industry would welcome him with open arms. I scoot to the back of the tub, lean my head back, and scrub off what makeup is left on my face.
My butt still stings from the playful spanking he gave me. Light, punishing slaps on both cheeks, while he buried himself deep inside me. I close my eyes and relive the moments—appreciating the fact that Brick made sure I orgasmed multiple times. Something I’m not accustomed to. My husband rarely considered my needs when we had sex. If I happened to cum before he finished, it was pure luck. Not that I’m comparing the two. Satisfaction is new to me.
It’s scary and exciting. I open my eyes and reach for the razor I set on the side of the tub. I lather conditioner on my legs and shave. Next, I stand and wash my hair and body. Once I’m out of the shower, I sit on the closed toilet seat and light a cigarette, taking a couple deep drags. I haven’t smoked since I was eighteen, but I stopped to get a pack after I fled the compound. The smoke is sucked out of the room by the overhead fan. I take another drag, appreciating the calming effect of the nicotine, but not the nasty taste in my mouth.
I know I shouldn’t pick up this bad habit again. Feeling utterly guilty, I stand, open the toilet, and throw the rest of the cigarette in the bowl and flush it down. After I get settled, I’ll give it up for good.
Steam rolls out of the bathroom as I open the door and step in front of the vanity. I stare at myself in the mirror, able to see Brick, too. He’s propped up on two pillows on the bed, staring at me. I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my body. I want him to see me, to want me again. Tonight is the only time I’ve ever let go of my fear and indulged in my private fantasies. Seducing a stranger and not caring what happens in the morning. After I wake up, reality will bite back again. Until then…
“Starlet,” he calls.
I ignore him and continue combing my hair out with my fingers, running leave-in conditioner through the long strands.
“Starlet,” he says again, rolling off the bed and standing.
My gaze immediately drops to between his legs. He’s beautiful, thick and long. I can’t hide my smile and quickly cover my mouth with both hands.
“That’s what I like most about you,” he says.
“What?” I turn around.
“That gorgeous smile. What were you thinking about?”
“Do you really need me to tell you?” He’s so freakin’ arrogant. But it works for him, because he doesn’t come off as a complete asshole. Just a big guy who knows what he wants.
“I can guess, but I’d rather hear you say it.”
He’s only a few feet away now and my body immediately reacts to his closeness—quivering. Wet heat pools between my thighs. I’m so ready for him again. I meet his hard gaze. “I know where you got your nickname from.”
He crosses his arms. “Yeah?”
“That.” I gesture at his erection. Sexy, scary biker boy knows he has the perfect cock. And it’s mine for the night.
“Come here.” He surges forward so quickly I don’t have time to take a full breath.
Brick lifts me onto the edge of the vanity and then spreads my legs wide. His hands are all over me, fondling my breasts and slipping a finger between my legs. I arch my back, basking in the pleasure of his touch—his desire to make me feel good. I love being the center of attention. Wanted. Admired. I feel dangerously beautiful right now. He tugs me closer to the edge of the counter and that’s when I see he’s already wearing a condom.
I swallow my nervous laughter. “Do you walk around with one of those on all the time?”
He rewards me with one of his bad boy grins. As he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, he thrusts inside me, feeding me his full length. He stretches and fills me so completely I cry out in absolute ecstasy, feeling more like a woman than I ever have. It’s difficult to explain—enjoying his complete domination yet knowing I have control of the situation at the same time. My flesh is on fire and so is my mind. I lock my ankles behind his back and circle my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. It shocks me when he slides his hands underneath my ass and effortlessly lifts me off the vanity, then carries me to the closest wall, pinning me against it. Slamming into me again and again, all I can think about is where has this man been all of my life? I peak again, but it doesn’t stop him from taking more.
I let out an exasperated breath, fighting to keep up with Brick. He’s unbelievable—relentless and so powerful. Where does hunger like that come from? Do I even need to ask? I’m starving for a human connection. And this… well, it exceeds all of my expectations.
Miraculously, my body recovers and I find the strength to fight back—to take everything I want from him. Holding me up with one arm, he caresses my cheek with his other hand, gazing into my eyes.
“Say my name, Starlet. Say it now.”
“Brick.”
“No. Austin. Say it.”
“Oh. God.” I’m about to cum again. “Austin.”
Hearing me cry out his real name must have unleashed something raw and brutal, because he sweeps me off the wall and carries me to the bed. I’m unceremoniously disconnected from his body, flipped over, and pushed to my knees. He wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me backward—piercing me in one powerful stroke.
