“Okay. Have a good brunch.” He turns to leave, but I decide not to pass up a great opportunity.
“Brandon, what are you doing later this afternoon?”
“Like today?”
Chuckling, I say, “Yes, today.”
“No plans. Why?”
“I’ve made a decision. That month thing? It’s not going to work. Do you want to come over?”
His forehead wrinkles. “You sure about this because I’m done with any kind of whiplashing thing.”
“I’m positive.”
“What time?”
“How does four sound?”
“Four sounds like a plan. And, Jenna?”
“Yeah?”
“You might want to have some cake lying around.”
“I think I can arrange that.”
His mouth curves up, and the man looks fucking spectacular. I’m not sure I can swallow so much as a bite of food right now.
Fourteen
BRANDON
Lexa holds my arm with a mix of mischief and regret.
“I guess you got your girl.”
Shrugging, I say, “Time will tell.”
She pushes back at a mass of messy curls. “I have to admit, I’m going to miss you. You have our proposal and contract. Read it over and let me know what you think.”
“I will.”
She steps over and leans up to kiss my cheek. “You’re a great guy. If things don’t work out…”
Her words are left hanging like leaves in the wind.
Maybe another time had I never met Jenna. But I have. I hold up the documents. “I’ll contact you about this.”
She presses her lips in a tight line and nods. Then Lexa is gone.
When I get home, Braedon is sitting at the table with his laptop and a textbook open.
“Finally studying?” I ask, walking over to peek over his shoulder.
He glances up, and I see his mind working. “You’re smiling. Have you finally gotten laid?”
I laugh off his comment. “No, not that it’s any of your business.”
“I worry about you, big brother. There is such a thing as population control in your balls. You have to let some of them out from time to time. There’s no way you don’t have an overcrowding problem.”
I have to chuckle again. “A mind is a beautiful thing. I hope you continue to use yours for the greater good.”
As I stride toward my room, my brother calls, “I’m almost finished studying. You want to hang out.”
It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together, and I feel bad when I answer, “Sorry, I have plans for the night.”
“Fine, but don’t forget I have a meet next weekend. I expect you to be there.”
Braedon’s on the rowing team at school. Since he’s been born, he’s loved the water. At one time he competed in high school as a swimmer until he fell in love more with being on the water instead of in it.
“I’ll be there.”
I’ve never missed one of his meets no matter what the sport, and I have no intention of doing it now. It means I’ll have to shift my work schedule. He’s my only brother, and I’ll do anything for him.
After I shower and change, I drive to Jenna’s feeling oddly and somewhat nervous. We’ve danced around each other for years. What if this thing between us doesn’t work out? I’ll lose a friend, and that bites.
Jenna answers the door after one knock as if she’d been waiting.
“Hi.” She breathes the word like she’s giving it life.
Closing the door behind me, I prowl forward. She steps back, retreating to the living room as if she sees the beast in me waiting to be unleashed. When I reach her, I don’t waste time. I thread my fingers through her hair. Maybe I should wait, but it feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime.
The descent to her lips feels like a study in patience as I try to hold myself back. Her lips are soft and closed. Dragging the tip of my tongue across the seam of them is my way of asking for entrance. When her lips part on a gasp, she cups the sides of my face and tugs me toward her. I take advantage, tangling our tongues. She tastes like cake, and oxygen becomes unimportant. It’s everything. No, she’s everything I imagined, and more. It goes from sweet to manic in seconds, both of us anticipating this for far too long.
Letting my hand roam, I skim down the side of her rib cage, briefly feeling the curve of her breast, before my hand trails over her hip and around to cup her ass.
Too soon we separate, panting like runners after a sprint. I catch my breath and say, “You ate cake without me.”
She shrugs. “You were late.”
“Five minutes?”
“I’m a stickler for time.”
I turn around and head for the door with a smile on my face. The sound of her feet trying to stop me only makes my grin widen. Once she reaches me, I move to reverse our positions, trapping her between me and the door.
“I’m serious when it comes to cake,” I say, taking a step that flattens her chest against the surface. I love the feel of her ass against my cock. “I don’t like a tease.”
“You’re teasing me right now.”
She arches her back, pushing her ass further against me.
“You really want to do this, Cupcake?”
“Hell yeah, I do. And don’t call me Cupcake.”
I grind into her. “You’ve made me wait and ate my cake, too, so I’ll call you what I want.”
Sliding my hand under the hem of her dress, I groan when I realize she’s wearing nothing underneath and below but skin.
“You like?” she jests.
Across her belly and down over her mound, I position my hand bowling ball style before thrusting two fingers inside her. “I like that you’re wet.”
“And ready.”
Pulling my fingers out, I make a show of tasting them and groan. “I agree.”
She spins around. “My turn.”
“Wait!” This is the part I fear the most. The reveal. “I should tell you something first.”
It’s too late for panic. She’s on a mission and has already worked the button free on my pants. Before I can stop her, she has me unzipped.
Her hand is on me, first one and then another. My heart stops, and I freeze. “Holy shitfire, commando.” I sigh, hating my gene pool and the so-called gift bestowed on me. “And you’re hung like Horace.”
There it is. “A horse,” I correct, because I don’t know what else to say.
She shakes her head, eyes wide in alarm, but humor still laces her voice. “No, hung like Horace. Jeez, Brandon, how have you hidden this from me for so long?”
Old wounds have me taking a step back. I don’t try to figure out the Horace thing. I work at tucking myself back into my pants, but the damn thing doesn’t want to bend.
Frustration fuels my words. “I get it. You don’t have to say more. Women always act like they want a guy with a big dick, but when they see one, they run.”
First her hands turn me to face her, and then her eyes touch me with understanding. She’s calm and patient as if she’s talking to a skittish child. “I’m not running, Brandon. Just surprised, that’s all.”
Although I stop fumbling with my cock, I still hold my breath. “It’s okay, Jenna. I’m used to rejection. I just wish they had some kind of dick reduction surgery.”
She laughs, all out cackles. “Now that’s funny, but drastic. If women can give birth to what amounts to a Thanksgiving turkey, you surely can fit. I imagine you first prep a girl for all of you?”
I nod. “Then let me prepare you.”
Relief is the furthest thing from my mind when I pull her in for a kiss. She strokes her tongue over mine as I cup her breasts. Blood races from my brain. Carefully, I rub my thumbs over her nipples. Her hands are back on my dick, stroking. I let go of one of her breasts to guide her movements. It takes no time at all to get too close. I pull back, and my dick bobs free from her hot hold.
“Now I’m going to taste you.”
She stands, waiting, and believe me, I’d kneel and worship her pussy until she’s calling my name. But we can’t do it here. Not the first time.
“Take me to your room,” I say.
I’ve never been to her inner sanctum, other than briefly to put her to bed when she’d fallen asleep during a movie, and that alone gets my heart beating. We’ve never crossed any lines of propriety. She’s a good Southern girl, and I’ve respected that. Now I plan to violate her in every way.
I have to coax my feet to move, mesmerized as I am by her sweet little ass swaying as she walks. I fist my cock and hold up my jeans, eagerly following wherever she wants to take me.
We enter the first door to an elegant space that suits her and isn’t overdone. Solid furniture that’s not too girly, and looks like it will stand the test of time, dots the room, not crowding it. What’s better is that I don’t feel as though I can’t touch anything. All the pillows on her bed will have to go to make space for what is coming next. Still, it’s a room worthy of her name.
“Take off your dress.”
It’s a light sort of thing that spins when she turns to face me. And then she peels it over her head with no hint of shame.
“Damn, Jenna. No bra and no panties.”
She’s dangerous when she looks at me this way. She could tell me to get on all fours and bark like a dog, and I might do it with my brain short-circuiting at the sight of her.
“I come prepared,” she says with a smile half-cocked that has my dick harder than the diamonds of her eyes.
My chuckle is dark, my needs darker. “Spread yourself on your bed and wait for me.”
She struts the distance and lays out like a banquet feast before me. I kick off my jeans, stroking myself and enjoying the view as I make my way to her.
In invitation, she lifts her arms over her head like she wants to play. My eyes drift over every inch of her skin, from the tips of her fingers to her lovely breasts, to her navel, and down to the pink treasure between her legs. It’s like Christmas as I kneel before the bed, pulling her until her pussy meets my face.
Diving in like a deep-sea diver, I search for gold, or in this case, her first of many orgasms. Her honey is so damn addictive, I’m sure I’ll come as I glide the condom on, way too turned on by just licking and sucking her. But if I ever want to feel what it’s like to be inside her, I have some work to do. My tongue leaves her pretty pussy and circles her clit as I push two fingers inside.
Curling my finger to stroke her G-spot, I scissor my fingers to widen the way. I almost lose it watching her writhe on the bed. Her soft moans are like music to my ears and gas for the fire burning inside me.
I take another finger and work it in, causing her back to arch. Knowing she’s close, I suck her clit in my mouth and apply pressure until she spasms around me. I rise over her and position myself at her entrance. Before I push inside her, I bend down to kiss her, savoring the moment. When I inch my way inside, she sucks in a breath so deep, I wait a beat before I make shallow thrusts in and out to ease my way in her tight pussy.
Her walls continue to contract from her first orgasm as I move from her mouth to her breasts. I use one hand on my cock to keep it aimed true and the other to lock her wrists above her head as I continue to suck her rosy nipple in my mouth.
By the time she goes limp underneath me, I strain to maintain control. Her pussy grips me so tight, I’m on the verge of spilling my seed, and I want this to last.
“Are you okay?” I ask, taking my mind off of the intense sensations.
“Never better. Don’t stop.”
I take her mouth, kissing her as I increase my pace. The more I thrust, the deeper I seem to go.
“Oh my God,” she repeats over and over.
I let go of the base of my cock and raise her right leg, giving me more room. I angle my cock to hit that spot that makes her back leave the bed. I free her arms, and she loops them around my neck. Standing, I let gravity pull her all the way down on me. Her cries of pleasure make me lose my shit. I come like a racehorse released from the starting gates, continuing to bounce her on my dick until we are both sated.
Spent, I free-fall on the bed back first with her in my arms. My dick slides free, and it’s too damn bad. I miss her warmth.
Sleepy eyes meet mine, but she manages to crawl up and give me a quick kiss.
“That was incredible,” she murmurs.
It’s the first time anyone has said that to me, and it matters. Sex has never been any better with anyone else because she matters.
“So, you’ll let me do it again?” I ask with a cheesy grin.
Fifteen
JENNA
Let him do it again? Is he kidding me? He can fuck me sideways and every which way till Sunday. Had I known what I’d been missing, I would’ve been chasing this man down like my hair was on fire.
“Maybe. Once more. Or a dozen. Today. And then double that tomorrow,” I say with a cheeky grin.
He barks out a laugh, but only for a second before his mouth crashes onto mine. Searing lips stir my body to life again, even when I thought I’d be Jell-O for days. One minute he’s licking my sex to the point of climax, and the next he whips me around so I can mount him like the horse he is. I have no idea when the man rolled on a condom, but one magically appears on his dick and I have to wonder for a second how big the damn thing is.
Sitting on top of him, reverse cowgirl, gives fucking a whole new meaning for me. Now I know what a rodeo queen feels like. Until he slides a finger into my puckered hole, and then I’m the bucking bronco, trying to contain my body from rocketing off him onto some unnamed planet.
When my intense orgasm eases up, he picks me up like I weigh no more than a stuffed animal and lays me on my side, then kneels in front of me. Apparently, he’s not done with me yet. He opens my thighs wide, and places one around his waist and straddles the other. Then he slowly, inch by aching inch, glides inside of me, and my fingers nearly rip through the sheets. Except it gets better because he repeats this action, only he speeds it up a little each time. He leans forward a little, and the pressure on my clit is intense.
“Don’t come yet. I want this one to be drawn-out a bit.”
“Then you have to stop,” I pant. He eases back, and I’m immediately trapped by his dominating presence. He’s all heat and muscles, ink and darkness—everything that all the other men I’ve been with weren’t. He’s bad to the bone, only I don’t really think he is. He only appears that way. But he’s also magnificently beautiful. A perfect body with a face to match—not the pretty type, but the kind that’s taken his share of bumps and hard knocks. This man is not afraid of things. He’s self-assured and in control.
His eyes don’t leave mine for a second, and I wonder if he’s trying to figure out what I’m thinking. His cock slightly moves again. In and out. Repeat. But then he tilts his head, grins wickedly, and says, “Hold on, Cupcake. I’m talking you for a ride.”
In one solid thrust, he seats himself to the hilt, and I suck in my breath, in a good way. My back instantly arches in response, telling him I’m all in. That’s all he needs. Brandon is a fuck machine, and his cock is more like a magic wand—and I don’t mean the kind that comes with a cord attached. It commands my pussy to do things I didn’t know it was capable of—such as orgasming at the blink of an eye. When Brandon groans his out, I’m pretty sure I’m on my second during this round.
“What a majestic cock you have,” I mumble when I’m capable of speaking.
His finger circles my nipple, and I have a feeling it won’t be long before he goes in for round three. But he leaves to get rid of his condom first, and I miss his warmth, just like that.
Brandon returns, wearing a warm smile, and maneuvers us both under the sheets. He doesn’t speak, but wraps his lips around a nipple and tugs at it playfully. I want to slap him away, but he moves to the other nipple before I have a chance. Not only does he own a magic cock, but his mouth is pretty damned impressive, t
oo.
I get an urge so I shove him off, and it takes a lot of oomph to push him an inch.
“What? Don’t you like?” he asks.
“I do, but I have something else in mind, only you’re like moving a concrete wall.”
“Is that right?”
His biceps are almost as big as my thighs. Okay, maybe not that big, but whatever. “Yes. Please roll over,” I say with sugar lacing my request.
His raspy chuckle gets me nervous. I hope I can get his dick past my teeth. Giving head has never been my finest moment. It’s always been one of those things where I know I suck. And not literally. I’ve never had the balls to ask Cate how she does it. The guys I’ve been with usually never requested it again after the first or second time I tried it. They would instruct me not to use my teeth and all, but I’d get so caught up in things, I guess I’d get carried away. Let’s see how this works on Brandon.
Right before I dive in, or down as it is, I look up at him, and I know he has to think that must be sexy. I mean, what guy wouldn’t, right? A girl with her mouth right next to his dick, looking up. My fingers are crossed.
Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around the large mushroom head of his cock. It smells manly and of sex, and it’s time to deliver. I hollow my cheeks and do my best imitation of a Hoover that I can muster. What I find difficult is coordinating the suck and tongue swirling thing that I read about in romance novels. I even practiced on a cucumber once. I’m not sure this is working out so well. It seems I can’t keep my teeth out of it because of his girth.
After a couple of ow’s and a little less teeth instruction from Brandon, he must figure out that I’m worthless as a head-giver. His hands pull me up so we can be face-to-face, and he says, “How about we just kiss for a while?”
I blurt out, “It’s not you. It’s me.”
“What?”
“I’m an awful blower.”
He barks out a laugh and slowly nods. It’s no surprise he agrees. He doesn’t verbalize it, though when there is no response to my statement, I know it to be true. But I don’t want him to think it was because of his size, so I explain my dilemma of having an uncoordinated tongue, and how I even practiced on a vegetable once.
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