I let out a groan, feeling the tension rise in my belly. “Seriously, I think I’m going to climax before either of us takes our clothes off.”
Brecken grins against my skin and sweeps his hands around my ass. I know he’s checking to feel how wet I am from behind. “Such a good girl, all naked and juicy for me. Show me howmuch you’ve been thinking about my cock, Maisie. Kiss it. Suck it, like it’s yours forever.”
He pulls away from me, and I watch him kick off his boots, unbuckle his belt, and take his jeans and underwear off. For a second, I’m in shock, staring at a stranger’s massive erection.
When I told Zoe I didn’t have a lot of experience in the bedroom, I wasn’t exaggerating. I’ve only been with two men. My boyfriend from high school and college, and my fiancé. Neither of them was as handsome or as well-endowed as Brecken.
I sink to my knees on the thick plush carpet. With my heart pounding in my chest, I reach out tentatively, wrapping my hand around his length, feeling the smooth, hot skin pulse against my palm. When I look up at him, his eyes sear into mine with a mix of scorching hunger and anticipation.
“Is this okay?” I ask softly, leaning in and pressing my lips to his bulging tip. His body tenses on contact and a low hiss escapes his teeth.
“Just like that,” he groans, gently cupping the back of my head.
I open my mouth wider and take him in another inch, then two, while swirling my tongue around his shaft, tasting his salty, taut skin. Brecken’s breath hitches, and he tangles his fingers in my hair, guiding but not forcing me.
His hips begin to move in sync with me as I find a rhythm, taking him deeper, feeling his body coiling like a spring.
“That’s enough,” he growls, surprising me by suddenly stepping back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not a thing. I’ve been thinking about you since the second I left this room last night, and I want to be inside you when I come.” He pulls me to my feet for a frantic kiss before he slips a hand to my waist and spins me around. Hot breath spreads over my neck as he kisses my tingling flesh, while pressing hishard, insistent erection against me from behind. His hands trace the curves of my hips before sliding up to cup my breasts again. I gasp when he pinches my nipples, sending jolts of bliss to my core.
“Now, you’re going to hold on to the back of that couch,” he rasps in my ear, lifting and walking me the few feet to the sofa as the cool air whispers under my nightie. “Bend over,” he commands in a growl, and I lean forward, bracing my hands on the nubby upholstery. He massages my ass before his foot nudges my ankles, spreading me wide, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
His breath quickens as he slides a calloused hand between my legs and probes me with his fingers. “So ready,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me. I hear the smile in his voice, and needily push back against him. This is all happening so fast, it feels like the lessons are finished, and our primal instincts have taken over. I’ve never wanted to be fucked more.
He guides himself, rubbing the head of his cock against my slippery entrance. I try to meet him and take him in, but he holds me firm, teasing, drawing out my desperation, until I’m begging, “Please,” I whimper, gripping the edge of the sofa.
With a smooth, swift thrust, he’s inside me, filling me, stretching me. I cry out, arching my back, struggling to adjust to his size. My world goes blurry as I squeeze my eyes shut, savoring his thrusts, getting rougher and needier by the second, the perfect pace. He’s unlocking a secret place within me I never knew I had.
The slap of skin-on-skin echoes off the windows. The sweat trickles down my spine, as he plunges into me again and again.
“You feel like heaven,” he grunts.
I can barely form words. “You do too,” I manage to whisper. “Don’t stop.”
He kisses the dip between my neck and shoulders. “Never, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he growls, and I hate to admit, I wish it were true. We only have one more night, and it isn’t enough.
“Let me feel you come, Maisie.” His deliberate, masterful hand slides down my lower back and around to my front. I’m so focused on where his fingers are heading, I forget to breathe. When he reaches my clit and starts circling it slowly, I gasp, writhing, seeking that perfect friction. He slides his hand up my belly, pushing me tighter against him, driving his stiff cock into me, again and again.
“Harder.” I whimper, about to go over the edge.
“Ride me like I’m your husband,” he commands in a serious voice I haven’t heard before. “Milk my seed. Take it all.” His huge hands jerk my hips back so he can thrust even deeper. His words sizzle against my skin. I’m so close I can taste it. His fingers are relentless, circling faster, grinding harder, and my orgasm hits so suddenly and so hard I forget where I am. I throw my head back against him as my pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing him with each pulse. He shudders, right there with me, his hands vise-tight on my hips, holding me as he grunts and dives into me.
“Fuck, Maisie,” he cries out, making a guttural sound. I feel him swell and climax inside me, as the heat of his release spills into me. He buries his face in my neck, breathing me in.
Neither of us moves for a long moment. My shaky arms give out, and I collapse forward toward the couch.
“Are you okay?” Brecken tucks his hands under me and lifts me into his arms.
I peer up at him, as he effortlessly carries me to the bed, still not believing what we just did was real and not some fantasy. He gently brings me down with him on the mattress so we’re facing each other.
Brecken stares straight into my eyes with a softness I didn’t expect from such a rugged, alpha male. It’s as if he’s letting me see every unspoken thought. There’s heat there too, and something vulnerable that connects with me on a level I’m not used to.
The rest of his face is pure magic, and I can’t stop staring. His skin is sun-bronzed and warm, with faint laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. A small, faded scar sits above his left eyebrow, high on his forehead, just under his hairline and it only makes him more handsome.
His strong, square jaw is shadowed with dark stubble, and when the corner of his mouth lifts in the smallest smile, a tiny dimple appears. I want to reach out and kiss it.
