My arms are only suitable for lifting books off high shelves.
A vigorous hand job isn’t exactly part of my exercise routine. But based on Brody’s reaction, maybe I should change that.
The way he groans and falls against me instills me with confidence that I could bend him to my will, just like this. One stroke at a time.
Though with his touch, he could easily do the same to me…
Despite the distraction of my hand, he clearly hasn’t forgotten his mission.
After I enjoy a few powerful moments, his cock rigid beneath my palm, he gets back to fingering me more vigorously.
My head drops forward to rest on his chest as I drown in ecstasy.
My brain’s fighting tooth and nail to rationalize this, to assure me that this insanely hot, inappropriate shit we’re doing has some logical purpose, but it’s not working.
Probably because my body finding Brody’s irresistible has zero bearing on my survival efforts. Over the next few minutes, all rational thought vacates the building as Brody and I become a tangled ball of pleasure. Together, we release what must be years of stress and frustration through the touch of our bodies.
This is insane. This is madness. What the hell am I doing? Trinity, you idiot.
Oh, god, that feels so good…
Why does this have to feel so good?
“Yes, yes, shit…” Mumbling nonsense, I nod against his chest. “Right there. Right…oh,god…”
Despite the ever-mounting intensity, I don’t have any fear that this encounter will lead to more. Brody’s not trying to stuff his enormous cock inside me, and I’m not trying to mount him either.
This right here is all we need. His fingers in me and my hand on him. Our arms intertwine in the darkness. Our hands touching each other in ways that would have seemed impossible even an hour ago.
“Brody…” My moan triggers another groan from him.
“Just like that. Keep going.” He plunges his fingers deeper, tightening the growing coil around my core.
No… This bastard’s trying to make me come.
I’ve got to finish him before he finishes me.
I tauten my grip, circling the tip of his cock with my thumb with every stroke.
The muscles in Brody’s chest begin to twitch and seize up. I’m getting close, but so is he.
I don’t care how incredible his hand feels in my pussy.
I’m going to win.
When his head swoops low toward mine, I press up to him to give him a deep, long kiss while stroking him harder and faster. Anything to push him over the edge.
“Fuck!”Shuddering and loud enough to echo, Brody growls against me as hot, milky seed flies from his tip, painting both our shirts. I stroke him through the pleasure, shivering as he orgasms over my palm.
Brody slides his fingers out of me and braces himself against the door while the last of his cum oozes out onto my hand. The intense pressure between us dies, our frazzled pants scattered and uneven.
Several silent moments pass while our breathing regulates.
I quiver through the twitching aftershocks of unrealized pleasure.
I’ve never felt so incomplete. I really, really wanted to come.
As frustrated as my body is, my mind jumps for joy.
