“Dealer’s choice,” I shrugged, writhing my hips against him, unable to stop myself from moving. I needed him. I didn’t care how. I just needed more, closer, hotter,now.
Brody’s lips quirked. “I don’t need help,” he said. “I can blow your mind on my own.” His hand returned with a condom and the lube alone, leaving my toy where it sat.
The confidence he said it with was everything.
For the second time, I was reminded that he’d had alotof experience… but it didn’t matter. It didn’t make me pause or want to stop. I was single and so was he, and what we did was our own business. He’d changed in the last few years anyway, and none of it mattered, because right now it was me and him and no one else.
Every thought went out of my mind when his questing finger found my hole, stroking a lazy circle right where his tongue had been before. He bent to take my dick into his mouth as he tested me, removing his hand for a moment only to deftly return covered in lube. The cold sensation made me hiss slightly, arching my hips into his mouth and then having to bite my lip hard to stop myself from crying out. We were in a hotel room, after all. His finger warmed me up quickly, swirling the lube around and coating me – outside…
And then in.
I clutched fistfuls of the pillows, trying hard to stay in control. He looked good going up and down on my dick, and with his finger in my ass, I didn’t need anything else in the world.
I thought I didn’t need anything else.
Until he pulled back to slide on the condom and I realized – yeah, I really, really did.
I neededthat.
Brody paused, sitting over me, my thighs already in his hands. The delay was almost too much to bear, even though his gaze lavished over me in a way that made me feel like a god on earth.
“Please,” I begged him, wiggling my hips to punctuate the word, straining towards him.
Brody growled low in his throat, hefted my thighs up higher, and lined himself up with my hole, the lightest touch making my dick twitch between us.
Then he slid inside, and it was everything.
I looked up at him, our eyes connecting as he hit home at my core. I lost my breath entirely in an instant. It felt like he was where he was meant to be. WhereIwas meant to be. Like everyone I’d met in my whole life had led up to this.
Then he started to move and I swallowed hard, gasping for the air I’d forgotten to inhale, gripping the pillow even tighter out of fear I was going to fall apart completely.
We hit a rhythm easily, Brody thrusting harder and faster as I worked my hips to meet him. He cried out with each stroke and my hand flew to his mouth, quieting him, casting a quick glance at the wall so he would know why. He responded by shifting his position, leaning down to capture my mouth with his, and letting his moans disappear down my own throat.
I slid my eyes shut, lying still, only able to succumb to the intensity of what I felt as he fucked me into the mattress. At this angle, I could no longer move to meet him, but Brody wasn’t slowed down at all – driving into me until I saw stars exploding behind my eyelids, until I was the one trying to stifle my cries inside his mouth, so lost in him I couldn’t even think about keeping quiet except for the fact of his lips covering mine.
I was on the edge. I knew it wouldn’t take long –
Brody thrust hard into my center and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I made a loud, desperate cry as I came over my own stomach, not even needing the assistance of his hand or my own, arching my head backward as bliss washed over me. Brody gave a stifled, animal groan and I felt his jerking thrusts lose their rhythm as he emptied himself inside me, pausing for a beautiful second before pulling out. I felt vague disappointment at the loss of him as he flopped down onto the bed, though nowhere near enough to do anything about the glorious afterglow I was bathed in.
“Wow,” Brody said, lying on the pillow beside me and panting for breath.
“Holy fuck,” I agreed, wondering how the hell I was supposed to walk around for the rest of the day in what had to be the highest daze I’d ever experienced.
Brody
It was now or never.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Ace said last night. About apologizing to Cade again in front of everyone and showing that I really had changed.
If I left it too late in the trip, it wouldn’t make much difference – I would already have missed the chance to truly be part of the group. And if I left it too late in the day, it would seem like I was trying to steal attention away from Olly and Keaton, or maybe ruin the activities.
It had to be now.
We were all gathered in the breakfast room of the hotel, our plates empty. Eggs, bacon, and dry toast had helped soak up any last dregs of alcohol in my blood, and I was feeling human again. Even though Ace had sat down at the opposite end of the table to me and hadn’t spoken to me since we’d left the room together, I didn’t feel like there were so many harsh looks shooting my way this morning.
Maybe it was just because everyone else was so hungover that they were all keeping their eyes on their plates, but it still gave me a tiny bit of confidence.
Enough to push me to raise my head and look at Cade, who was sitting to my right, as naturally as if there had never been any reason for him to avoid me.
