by J. M. Walker
I giggled, slapping his hand away. “You still haven’t put on those Navy uniforms for me, Coby.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Tell me why you never went to a club.”
“You have met my brothers remember?” I shrugged. “They always threatened that they would go with me. They would be my wingmen and so on. I didn’t have a lot of girlfriends so I had no desire to go really.” My chest tightened. My oldest brother, Benny, died a couple of years ago, after being caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, and got shot. Although the people who ended his life were taken out, the pain never lessened. It only seemed to get worse as the days went on.
“I’m assuming Benny was in the military at this point and had no say?”
I nodded. “He would have told me to go and have fun. Enjoy life and all that shit.” I gave Coby a sad smile. “I miss him.”
“I know, little one,” he cupped my knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s head inside. We still have a couple of hours to ourselves before I take you dancing.”
“You’ll dance with me, baby?” I asked, getting out of the SUV.
“I’ll do whatever your heart desires.” Coby winked and followed me to the trunk of the vehicle.
My stomach gave a little flip. No matter what shit life had thrown at us, every time Coby winked, my heart felt lighter. It was an innocent move, meant to be funny, even though he wasn’t that kind of man. It contradicted the hardness of the guy I fell in love with. It made him seem almost normal.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Coby opened the trunk, pulling out our suitcases before turning to me.
“I’m just thinking how I like it when you wink.” I readjusted my bag and he closed the trunk. “It’s different than how you really are.”
“You like when I wink?” He raised a dark eyebrow.
“Well…I like everything you do, but winking is almost meant to be funny or like we have an inside joke or…it’s just sexy. I can’t explain it. I just like it.” The back of my neck heated.
Coby grabbed my hand, pulling me against his hard body and crushed his mouth to mine. His fingers gripped my hair, tugging, pulling, and messing up the freshly styled strands.
I moaned, snaking my arms around his thick neck and slid my tongue between his full lips. He tasted like coffee and fire. So much damn heat, my mouth burned as he took over the kiss.
With one hand on my nape and the other at the small of my back, he pulled me flush against his hard body. The kiss turned deep, desperate and intense. Before I had the chance to climb him, he pulled away.
I was left breathless and aroused. My body shook, my skin trembled with a need that forced my vision to become hazy.
“Let’s head inside,” Coby kissed my forehead, his rough voice sliding over my skin like molten lava. “And then I’ll make love to this sweet body.”
“No,” I shook my head. “Don’t make love to me.”
A wicked grin spread on his handsome face. He pinched my chin and placed a soft peck on my mouth. Leaning down to my ear, he told me what he would do to me. Every word that slid from his lips only heightened the desire I had for him. My love. My fiancé.
“OH GOD. DON’T stop. Right there. Please, Coby. Let me come.”
Brogan’s screams slid into my ears. Her begging made my cock hard but being the man that I was, I didn’t listen to her or my dick. I growled against her, flicking my tongue in and out of her sweet pussy, but not giving her the release I knew she needed.
It had been a couple of hours since we arrived at the Bed and Breakfast. Once we made it to our room, we dropped our bags and were on each other before the very breath left our mouths. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. This insatiable need to consume her completely forced me to eat at her harder and faster.
“Baby, please.” Brogan dug her fingers into my hair, pushing my head down harder against her. The greedy girl bucked her hips up towards my mouth, trying so hard to get that damn orgasm she desired.
I chuckled, releasing her with a pop and blew along her bare mound. “Tell me what you want,” I said, sliding two fingers inside of her sweetness. “What your body aches for.”
Her eyes met mine, wild and dark. “Make me come.”
When we first met, I would have slapped her pussy for being demanding, but now, I did anything but. A tremor of unease traveled through me. That control I had, before everything that happened, slithered back into me like a viper waiting to strike. But it wasn’t the time.
With an animalistic hunger, I devoured her fucking soul.
An hour later, we were in the shower.
“We don’t have to go out tonight,” Brogan said, washing her hair. “We can just stay in.”
“As much as I would like to keep that just fucked glow on your cheeks, I want to take you out and show you off.” I kissed her nose and slid my hands through her hair, washing it for her.
Her arms fell to her sides, a soft sigh leaving her full mouth. “If Sway knew that I washed my hair…” she moaned, “he’d probably kick my ass.”
I chuckled, kneading my fingers into her skull. “I’m sure he’d get over it. Feel good?”
“God yes. Almost as good as sex.” Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back.
Taking the hint, I covered her mouth with mine and sunk my teeth into her bottom lip.
She whimpered, swaying towards me.
My cock twitched.
“You play dirty, Porter,” she tapped my stomach, pulled free from my grasp, and stepped under the hot spray. “So damn dirty.”
“You love it, little one,” I reminded her, while I finished washing my own hair. Speaking of dirty, I had a present for her.
“Yeah,” she grinned. “I do.”
Our gazes locked, something from our earlier connection before Tina, finally joining us together again. It had been long, so damn long since our relationship wasn’t based on guilt.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Those two words were almost so quiet, I wasn’t sure if I even heard her correctly. I didn’t know what she was thanking me for exactly. It should have been me saying it instead. But like the damn fool I was, all I did was kiss her.
But Brogan knew me. She knew I would rather speak through my body than let the words fall free from my lips. Our physical connection was more raw and honest than any words said between us.
(Brogan)
I felt him again. That deep-seated need for each other. That powerful connection we had back in the beginning. Although we had always been attracted to each other, after Tina sexually abused Coby, I thought I had lost him. I knew he would find his way back to me. I just had to wait and be patient.
I spun around, checking myself out in the reflection of the floor length mirror hanging on the inside of the bathroom door. The white dress was tight, showing off all of my curves. Although I was small-chested, this dress gave the illusion that I at least had a little something to grab onto.
Smoothing my hands over the snug material, I attempted to pull the hem down a little lower, but gave up trying. It sat a couple of inches below my ass. If I wasn’t careful and bent over for any reason, everyone would see my bits.
Reapplying my gloss, I puckered my lips and smacked them together. I tightened my curly ponytail and let out a sigh. It would have to do. If Sway saw my hair now, even though he gave it the trim it needed, the blowout he did resorted back to curls after Coby washed it. My scalp still tingled, remembering where his hands had been.
Opening the door, I stepped out into the room. “Does this look okay?”
Coby turned towards me, pausing in the attempt to button up his black dress shirt. His eyes roamed down the length of me, the dark orbs heating and burning me from within. “Holy…” he croaked, “…fuck.”
“I guess that’s a yes?” I asked, my lips pulling up into a grin.
He adjusted his pants, cupping himself. “I’m going to have a fucking hard-on all night, little one.”
; I laughed, my cheeks heating at the compliment. “Thank you.”
He leaned his head from side to side, a slight crack sounding throughout the room. “Come here. I have a present for you.”
My skin flushed at his demand and I did as I was told. “What kind of present?”
“I’ll show you in a moment but first, I want to taste your mouth. I don’t want to ruin your makeup but I really need to kiss you right now.” He cupped the small of my back, pulling me against his hard body.
“It’s long lasting lip color,” I promised. “Kiss me.”
His thumb brushed over my glossy bottom lip. “I like this shade of red on you.” Before I could respond, he wrapped a hand around my throat and covered my mouth with his. All thoughts about if I looked okay or not, were lost as he stole my very breath.
Coby released me a moment later, giving my throat one last gentle squeeze before stepping behind me. “Now for your present. Kneel on the bed and lift your dress to your waist.”
I shivered, swallowing hard at the dark promise laced in his voice. Doing as I was told, I pulled the fabric to my hips and knelt on the bed.
“Bend over, little one,” Coby demanded, his deep voice tingling over my skin as if his words were touching me themselves.
With my cheek pressed to the mattress, my hands gripped the comforter.
Coby stepped up behind me, running his hands over the cheeks of my ass. “I bought something for you that I’ve been wanting to give you for a while now, but the timing never seemed right.” His finger brushed under the string of my thong, pulling it to the side. “Both of us have been so wrapped up in our own heads, I almost forgot I had this little present for you.” Coby towered over me, his waist pushing into the seat of my rear. “Want to know what it is, Brogan?”
“Yes,” I croaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Please.”
He chuckled. “I won’t make you wait too long for that release your greedy cunt always craves. That will be later.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to.”
I shivered, trembling beneath him. This was who I fell in love with. This was who I needed. I hated being in control and loved it whenever we played and he took over. But that had been so few and far between lately, all I could do was wait.
“Want to see your present?”
“Yes, please.”
Coby knelt on the bed behind me when something came into my line of sight. But I never expected it to be what he actually showed me.
(Coby)
The gold shaped butt plug with the tip being an onyx black, twinkled in the dim lighting of the room. C.P. was engraved in gold in the tip of the small item.
“Where the hell do you think you’re sticking that, Coby?” Brogan’s eyes were wide but on her ragged breathing, I would bet my balls that it turned her on.
Landing a hard swat against the flesh of her ass, the sound of her yelp shot straight to the head of my dick. “The only sounds I want leaving your mouth are sounds of pleasure or my name. Do you understand me, Brogan?”
“I—”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoving her face into the mattress and leaned over her. “What the fuck did I say?”
Her eyes dilated, her ass pushing into my crotch. “I’m sorry, my love.”
“That’s better,” I kissed her cheek. “This, my beautiful girl,” I waved the butt plug in front of her face, “is going to look beautiful between the cheeks of your ass.” I sat back, holding her thong to the side.
Brogan shivered beneath me.
Brushing the end of the plug over her soaked pussy, I slowly inserted it inside her.
She moaned, pushing back against my hand.
“That’s my girl. I know what you want, but you’re going to be patient and wait for it, aren’t you?”
She chewed her bottom lip, nodding. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I pushed my thumb against the tight opening between the cheeks of her ass. I rubbed and prodded, massaged and kneaded until her greedy body opened to me. “So fucking beautiful. Always hungry for me, Brogan.”
Her breathing picked up, her mouth parting on a silent moan.
“Ask me,” I demanded, pulling the plug from her center and ran the end over her tight little asshole. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please,” Brogan white knuckled the blankets. “I need…”
“What do you need exactly?” I pushed and pushed but never breached past the barrier of her body. “Tell me, Brogan.”
“I need you to fuck me,” she rose on shaky arms, looking at me over her shoulder. “Now.”
A wicked grin spread on my face. Thrusting the plug deep into her body, I reveled in the cry that left her mouth. She threw her head back, her body arching like a cat.
“Like that, little one?” I gave her ass one final slap, my dick twitching with delight over the redness my palm had left on her pale skin.
As much as I wanted to fuck her, I had to regain some control, but just seeing the plug sticking out from between the cheeks of her ass, almost did me in.
Sliding off the bed, I stepped towards the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. “I asked you a question.”
“Coby,” Brogan breathed, remaining on the bed. “Yes. I do. I like it. Very much.”
I rubbed the scruff of my jaw. She didn’t move. She only watched me. Waiting. Listening for the next instruction to leave my mouth. Brogan was submissive in every sense of the word. But I hadn’t been in control in so long, I almost forgot what it was like to truly dominate her.
“Come here,” I demanded, my voice rich with that tone she had come to love.
Brogan pushed herself off the bed. When she moved to pull her dress down, I grabbed her hands, stopping her.
“Look,” I pulled her against me and landed a palm against the cheek of her ass. “Look at yourself in the mirror, little one.”
Brogan trembled in my arms but did as she was told and looked over her shoulder, seeing her beautiful reflection in the mirror. “C.P.”
“That’s right, baby,” I kissed her temple. “How do you feel knowing my initials are sticking out of your ass?”
Her eyes slid to mine. “Owned.”
“WE’RE GOING OUT for dinner first,” Coby said while we walked hand in hand down the street towards a quaint little restaurant. Once we arrived in Hope Town, we parked a couple of blocks from the nightclub and decided to walk the rest of the way. “And then I’ll take you dancing.”
All I could do was nod when my thoughts were stuck on the foreign object in my body. I had meant what I said when I told Coby I felt owned. A sense of pride radiated from him. He stood taller, that delicious dominating tone dripping from his lips every time he spoke. It was like it had been in the beginning.
“You okay, little one?” Coby kissed my cheek, his deep voice rumbling through me. “Can you feel my present every time you move?” His hand brushed down my spine before cupping my ass and pushing the plug deeper into my body with his palm.
“Yes,” I whimpered, gripping his arm to keep my knees from buckling beneath me.
“I can’t wait to fill you up.” His lips brushed down the length of my jaw, landing a hard kiss on my mouth.
Oh dear God.
He chuckled, giving my rear a light swat. “Hungry, baby?”
“Yes,” my stomach grumbled. “I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
Coby grinned, kissed my head and gave the side of my neck a gentle peck.
I cupped his cheek, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him softly on the mouth. No matter what happened, the neck kiss was his signature move. I loved it and I loved him, and I wouldn’t change that part of him for anything.
“Let’s head inside before I fuck you right here. I’m not into voyeurism but the thought of taking you in public is kind of invigorating.” Coby grabbed my hand, leaned down and kissed my knuckles. His eyes met mine, a mischievous twinkle flashing in his dark gaze.
My heart skipped a
beat at the heat in his eyes. The unspoken promises of what he would do to me later, hidden beneath those dark depths.
I shivered at the images his words put into my mind.
He chuckled, rose back to his full height and pulled me into his side.
Once we were seated in a small booth at the back of the restaurant, the hunger in my stomach became more pronounced. Since Coby and I had arrived at the Bed and Breakfast just outside of Hope Town, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. It was as though once left our dangerous and fucked up world back home, we were finally free to explore one another. And clearly he felt the same way.
“How do you feel?” Coby asked, cupping my inner thigh.
“Full,” my skin burned. “Very full.” It was going to be a long night.
“What are you thinking about, Brogan?” he muttered, running his nose along the shell of my ear.
I gripped his knee, digging my fingers into the flesh. It had always amazed me how such a small touch from him could have me melting at his feet, begging him to do to me whatever he desired.
“How we haven’t been able to keep our hands off of each other since arriving here,” I whispered, leaning my head to the side to give him better access to my throat. “It’s how it was back in the beginning. Before everything.”
“Hmmm…I seem to recall that we have never been able to keep our hands to ourselves.” He kissed the side of my throat, his words whispering along my skin.
“This time it’s different,” I pulled back, staring at the man I loved. “Why haven’t we done this before?”
He looked away, his jaw clenching. “You know why, Brogan.”
“Everyone would have understood if we had taken some time to ourselves.” But even as the words left my mouth, I wasn’t sure I believed them.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “And then if something were to happen, both of us wouldn’t be able to get over that guilt. The guilt we’re facing now would be nothing like that.”
I sighed, leaning my head back against the booth. “But it’s over.”
“It’ll never be over,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his water.
