“Are you sure? Haven’t you heard about me?” I blurted out, shame and nerves crawling through my veins.
He stared at my exposed skin while still pulling down my pants and thong inch by inch.
“Heard what, heathen?”
“That I’m…” I blew out a breath and gathered all my courage before I spoke. “Damaged goods.”
Brody stopped. Those terrible nerves exploded into anxiety. I couldn’t bear to see him as he slowly brought his eyes up to meet mine.
“Selena, look at me.” His commanding tone was impossible to refuse.
My eyes found his, and anger sparked in the stormy depths.
“Don’t ever use those words to describe yourself again. Ever. Got it?”
Those nerves quivering in my belly softened, and relief like nothing I’d ever felt before flowed through me when Brody held my gaze.
“I said, got it?”
“Got it,” I found my voice long enough to say.
He nodded decisively and then continued peeling down my leggings and underwear. Seconds later, he was lifting my legs to free them from the clingy material.
“Sit.” His gaze was glued to my bare pussy.
I sat.
“Spread,” he instructed next.
I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I hadn’t even looked down there after everything. What would there be to see anyway? Everything was healed, and yet, I’d happily never see that area of my body again.
But Brody put his hands on my knees and gently pushed them apart.
“I said spread for me, sweetheart, and let me see all of you. Everything that you keep just for yourself, and now, you’re giving to me.” Satisfaction rippled through his words.
I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed before he leaned in and licked me. I fell back on my elbows, my knees naturally parting more as he lowered his face between my legs and explored me with his tongue. He dragged it up and down my slit, pushing just inside me to lick at my entrance, his lungs expanding deeply while he breathed me in.
With a hungry-sounding growl, he placed his entire mouth over my pussy, his tongue raking up and down my slit before focusing on my clit. I was so wet I could hear the squelching sounds I made as he tongue-fucked me. The bench was soaked, my thighs were dripping, and Brody’s face had to be a mess. But he didn’t pull back. He didn’t flinch. His finger worked inside me, thick and blunt and painfully good. Pleasure built, and I was close, so damn close. I cried out, and Brody nipped my inner thigh, moving his mouth from where I needed it to be.
I glared at him, and he just smirked.
“Pipe down, sweetheart, no one gets to hear you come but me.”
“Then hurry up and make me come… if you can?—”
I broke off when he leaned back in and sucked my clit into his mouth, tonguing the bundle of nerves ruthlessly, while gliding another finger inside me and stretching them wide.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me, breaking me apart and putting me back together all at once. I grabbed at his hair and thrust myself toward his face, riding out my orgasm as long as I could, while Brody ate me relentlessly.
“Look how beautiful you are when you’re falling apart in my hands, heathen. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve never seen anything likeyou.”
I relaxed back onto the bench, my head swimming, legs splayed on either side of the leather. Brody leaned against the bench on my left, his hair tickling my thigh.
“I don’t even want to know how many rules we just broke,” I managed to say after a few seconds, my voice rough.
“Oh, so now you’re going to worry about the rules?” He chuckled. “Speaking of which, I have a new one, going forward.”
I sighed, still floating in that calm, blissful place post-orgasm.
