Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2)

by Aubrey Bondurant

  “You’re probably asking the wrong person.” I’d never spoken the words romantically nor had I heard them in return.

  “Which means you haven’t, not even in high school or college?”

  Normally I broke things off before they got serious. I’d had one boyfriend tell me he felt like I never relaxed with him. He hadn’t been wrong. “No, I never wanted the pressure. A relationship is a lot of effort, and when I’m putting so much into my job, I guess I didn’t need the extra stress.” Trying to hide my anxiety disorder while being in a committed relationship would have been impossible. No, thank you.

  “I completely get that.” He dished up my eggs, along with bacon, and placed them in front of me. Then he took the seat across from me at the table.

  “So who was the maybe?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but I couldn’t hide the curiosity.

  He looked at me funny and finished chewing. “A girl here in Charlotte a long time ago. She moved away, and I never told her how I felt. End of story.”

  Why was I jealous to hear that? “You didn’t keep in touch?”

  “Come on. I can’t manage a local relationship, let alone one that’s long distance.”

  At least that was a relief. “I think long distance might be easier. You wouldn’t get into the rut of everyday stuff. Even if I did believe there was such a thing as a happily ever after, the ‘what’s for dinner, how was your day, did the DVR record our shows’ is definitely not appealing.” I made a face, horrified at the thought.

  He grinned. “You don’t believe in the fairy-tale ending?”

  “Uh, no. And I think I’d fucking shoot myself before getting into the mundane everyday stuff where I’m arguing about who left the toilet seat up.” I took another bite and saw his eyes narrow. Oh, shit, I’d said the F-word again.

  “Up onto the countertop you go.” He was lifting me onto the cold black granite before I could protest. Not that there would have been much of one.

  ***

  “I’m running to the grocery store as I have no food in the house. Do you want to come with?” Brian asked, framing the door of the master bath. He wore blue jeans and a gray pullover, making him look younger than his thirty-three years. I realized I didn’t often see him dressed casually. After we’d finished our countertop adventure and a cold breakfast, we’d topped it off with a nice, long, steamy shower together. The smirk on his face told me he was still thinking about it.

  I was in the middle of doing my make-up. “Sure. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be right down.”

  He winked and turned around, offering up a nice view of his backside framed in jeans. His ass looked spectacular encased in denim. Of course, having seen it in the shower twenty minutes ago could be making me hyper aware of it at the moment. It was as though someone had taken the plastic film off of my eyes, and I could see him in a totally different light now.

  After I walked downstairs, I found him in the front entryway.

  He was looking outside at my rental car in the driveway. “How about we swing by the airport, and you can turn in the car? I can drop you off tomorrow myself. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive.”

  “Uh—” I know his plan sounded logical, but I had some trepidation about being car-less.

  He must have sensed it because he took my hand and pulled me into an embrace. “Too practical for you?” He pinned me against the foyer wall and tilted his head down for a quick kiss.

  “No, but I wondered if we’d end up wanting to kill one another, and I would overstay my visit, if I’m being perfectly honest.” It wasn’t like I wanted to fight with Brian, but during the last year it seemed all we did was push one another’s buttons. On the other hand, maybe he’d been onto something about relieving the tension with sex because we hadn’t done as much arguing lately.

  “Hmm. One, you wouldn’t overstay. I like having you here. And two, I don’t think we’ve ever gotten along as well.”

  “All right, but I need to do something before we take care of the car.” I got the satisfaction of his confused expression when I dropped to my knees and unfastened his jeans in a hurry, freeing him. Quickly, I took him between my lips.

  “Christ, I—”

  Taking his hardening length to the back of my throat, I swirled my tongue around his velvety softness. He was rock hard in all of four seconds. My fingers curled around his base and I licked along the seam, loving the sound of his groan. Why we hadn’t gotten around to this earlier, I didn’t know, but I was determined to make this the best blow job he’d ever received. I worked his impressive erection with my hand, pumping it in a rhythm, then went lower to take each of his balls in my mouth, paying attention to them one at a time.

  “Take off your clothes; we can do this together,” he protested, trying to pull me up.

  I shook my head, gripping his ass and taking him deeper. Hollowing out my cheeks, I sucked harder, increasing the pace. Looking up at him through my lashes, I enjoyed the sheer pleasure reflected on his face. The fact that he had his hands entwined in my hair, almost as if trying to restrain himself from pushing my head into him, made me even crazier for him. One of my hands moved to cradle his balls while the other one pumped his shaft in cadence with my wet mouth.

  “Stop now, or I’m going to come.”

  I took him further into my throat, almost to the point of gagging, but I was suddenly frantic to make him go over the edge like he’d taken me so many times. I needed to taste him. His body shuddered, and the thick liquid hit the back of my throat. I greedily swallowed all of it, then licked the tip for the last drop.

  “Get on the couch,” he demanded shakily.

  I shook my head. “No can do. I have a rental car to return. I’m Hertz, by the way. Take a few minutes and then meet me there.” I grabbed my purse, walked out the door, and could hear his irritated shout after me. I had in fact warned him I wasn’t going to be very good at being told what to do.

  ***

  Returning the car was fast and painless. Afterward, I stood on the curb, checking email on my phone while waiting for Brian.

  When he pulled up, I slid into the passenger seat. I could tell immediately that he was angry by the set of his jaw and the fact that he would only look straight ahead.

  “Are you actually mad because I gave you a blow job in the hallway?” I turned toward him, watching his features while he concentrated on the road.

  “You know that’s not why I’m angry,” he finally said.

  “You said spontaneity was an option. Plus I told you I wasn’t always going to be all right with taking orders. So if this kind of thing pisses you off, maybe you should take me back to the airport.” I hadn’t left anything I absolutely needed at Brian’s place and could be back on a plane within an hour.

  That certainly got his attention. He turned and glared. “We’re going back to the house.”

  “I thought we were heading to the grocery store.”

  “We have unfinished business. And I’m pissed off, which invokes rule number one.”

  “Tell me why you’re angry. Any other man would have been happy to receive a blow job in the hallway.”

  “And I’m certain many a man has done that with you, Sasha, but I’m not that guy.”

  His insult immediately ignited my temper. “And is that what is making you angry? To know that you’re not the first guy I’ve given a blow job to?”

  His jaw ticked and my stomach tightened when we pulled into his driveway. He got out of the car, not bothering to wait for me.

  Fine, let him wait. I sat in the passenger seat, watching him open the front door and then look back, obviously furious that I wasn’t following.

  I’d gotten a glimpse of Angry Brian on the beach, but it was such an anomaly to witness full-blown pissed-off-Brian that I could only sit there, stunned. When he stalked back to the car and opened my door, I found myself shamelessly turned on by it.

  “Get out of the damn car.” He took my arm firmly and escorted me inside the house.


  I was aware that if I’d wanted to, I could’ve pulled out of his grasp. But I was far too curious to see where this was heading to draw away. Even with this rare side of him on display, I’d known Brian long enough that I didn’t feel one ounce of distress that he’d ever get too angry.

  After the front door closed, I did pull my arm out of his grasp. “You’re being ridiculous—”

  “Stop talking. Just stop. First we fuck, then we’ll fight.”

  Swallowing hard, I instantly became wet at his suggestion. “Fine,” I fired back, purposefully using that word. Defiantly, I pulled off my sweater while kicking off my boots.

  He watched for a moment and then quickly took off his shoes and yanked down his jeans.

  I did the same. His eyes went dark when I took off my bra and slowly dropped my panties.

  “You’re so unbelievably beautiful,” he whispered, catching me off guard with the compliment. Then he kicked off his boxers and took my hand to lead me upstairs to his bedroom.

  “Lie in the middle of the bed,” he ordered and then disappeared into his walk-in closet.

  I trembled with anticipation.

  When he walked back toward the bed, he narrowed his eyes. “Are you cold?”

  “No.”

  He knelt on the mattress straddling me and pulled my hands up to the headboard, tying them there securely with a silken tie. Next, he wove longer scarves to the footboard and secured my ankles. Finally, he put a strip of silk over my eyes.

  “I’m not sure I want a blindfold when we’re doing angry sex.”

  He exhaled heavily, and then his body covered mine, hard and strong. His lips sealed over mine. They weren’t gentle but neither were they punishing. It was as if he was trying to pour out his feelings in that kiss, and then he was down, down. Holy wow, his mouth was completely devouring my center.

  “I’ll never get enough of your sweet cunt.”

  I’d never heard that word in the bedroom before, but the way he said it had been hot instead of crude. “You said we’d—Oh—”

  His tongue flicked over my clit while his fingers kept me open for his assault. My hips moved of their own volition, arching up into his mouth. His hands held me still, not allowing my movement. While he gripped my ass, holding me up at an angle, his tongue plunged into me. My hypersensitive nub was tortured by his thumb drawing circles. My body strained against the ties as my release hit me hard and fast. I screamed his name with the pleasure that overwhelmed me.

  “And now we’ll fuck, but first I needed to level the playing field.”

  Ah, I was starting to understand. But before I could verbalize anything, my arms and legs were untied. I was unceremoniously being turned over and put onto my knees with my ass up into the air.

  “Your ass is perfect.” His hands rubbed and squeezed the cheeks.

  I wiggled, trying to find his body by moving back.

  “Not yet,” he teased.

  His weight departed, and I listened for him to come back. It didn’t take long before his heat returned behind me, but this time his hands were massaging some kind of oil over my backside. Before I could ask him what it was, he thrust deep inside of me.

  He held himself to the hilt, and his fingers massaged my each cheek as well as my lower back. My skin, where touched, started to heat up with a slight tingle. Those same magic fingers reached around, rubbing over my sensitized clit. I moved my hips back, practically pleading for him to move.

  “I need—” I didn’t know what I needed.

  “Patience, honey,” he purred. His finger gently grazed my previously forbidden entrance.

  “Brian, I—”

  He leaned over me and kissed my lower back. “Don’t worry, not yet. But I will have your ass. We’ll work you into it. Just think of being filled both ways.”

  It was too much. I tried to push back into him to end the sweet torture.

  He grabbed my hips and started to move. His thrusts were measured, delivering pleasure with each stroke. His finger circled my pucker and when it slid slowly inside, I came harder than I ever had before. He grunted and buried himself on one final push, spilling into me.

  He removed the blindfold and pulled out. I winced at the loss of contact, but he quickly tucked me into his chest. I enjoyed the warmth of his nude body pressed against mine.

  “Here,” he offered, grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it up over us.

  “Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling sleepy.

  His breathing evened out, the rise and fall of his chest slowing. “I didn’t like your refusal to let me pleasure you after you sucked me off in the hall.”

  Not only was I not used to this way of talking, I wasn’t accustomed to a man who got more pleasure from giving than receiving. “Considering we’re at, like, a two-to-one ratio for orgasms, I don’t know why. You get pleasure from pleasing me, I get it, but the same goes. I simply wanted to surprise and indulge you, too.”

  He chuckled and rubbed my back. “You did surprise me, and you definitely pleased me. Those lips of yours are the most erotic fantasy ever.”

  “Are they still your favorite thing, with my ass being second?”

  “They are. Although I’m also a big fan of your tight pussy.”

  My cheeks flamed with heat.

  He pulled away to look down at my face. “I love that I can make you blush.”

  “Hmm, let’s get back to what pissed you off. I think you’ll need to deal with sometimes taking pleasure without giving it.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Meaning I might want to do that again sometime. Maybe in your car while you’re driving or something.” Had I really said that? Give Ms. Never-do-anything-spontaneous a feel for great sex, and suddenly I was thinking up all sorts of adventurous things.

  “The thought of your mouth on me while I drive ...” He shivered. “That’s definitely going up there on the bucket list.”

  Huh, evidently I needed a bucket list now, too. “Bri, the point is that I’m not keeping a tally of orgasms. I don’t think you should see it as me owing or you owing.”

  “Okay, upon occasion I can handle it, but only when I know I can devour your sweet pu—”

  I held a finger to his lips and shook my head. “I get it.”

  He chuckled. “You don’t like it when I talk dirty?”

  I shrugged. “If I’m being honest, it turns me on when you do it, but I’m not sure words like that will ever come out of my mouth.”

  “I like that. You’re adorable when you turn pink. And I think I get why ex-boyfriend Eric wanted to meet up with you if you were giving blow jobs like that in high school.”

  “Is that a way of trying to ask me if I do that with every guy?”

  “I keep telling myself that I don’t want to know.”

  “Normally I’m not a fan of swallowing, let alone having a man come in my mouth.”

  “Why did you with me?”

  “You make me feel like you’d do anything to please me sexually. Plus you didn’t expect it. I liked that you obviously didn’t think I would.”

  “You don’t have to swallow again if you didn’t like it.”

  I propped up and looked him in the eyes. “I was so crazy for the taste of you that I couldn’t get enough. I enjoyed it, but I did brush my teeth when I turned in the car.”

  He laughed and kissed me on the nose. “We need to go to the store, but maybe we could go out for a late lunch first.”

  “Are you okay with going out in public? I thought about it on my way to the rental car return. What if someone we know sees us?”

  He shrugged, getting out of the bed and leading me by the hand into the bathroom. “We used to meet up for dinner all the time and I don’t care enough about someone seeing us. We could refrain from kissing and touching in public if you want, though.”

  “Are you able to?” I challenged.

  He turned on the shower, letting the water get hot and then pulled me in, shutting the door. “I’m already having an issue
with it. Let’s take a quick shower before we end up spending the whole day here and starving to death.”

  I giggled at the image. Death by sex.

  By the time we actually got out of the house, it was late. We drove straight to the restaurant for a lunch. I was smiling, and we were playful getting out of the car. Then it hit me: Brian’s first rule had in fact resolved the issue a hell of a lot faster than arguing about it.

  His wink made me realize I didn’t have to admit it. It was as though he already knew what I’d been thinking.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  After getting lunch on Saturday and stocking up on food, we didn’t leave the house again for the remainder of the weekend. Matter of fact, we hadn’t bothered with much in the way of clothing, either. Now on Sunday afternoon, it felt strange to have Brian drop me off at the airport.

  Curbside, he leaned across the car, cupped the back of my head, and kissed me like he already missed me. His thumb rubbed my bottom lip while his forehead rested against mine. “Safe flight, okay?” His voice was gruff, and there was longing reflected in his eyes.

  “I’ll see you again in two weeks?”

  “What if I told you it would be sooner?”

  My heart beat faster since I knew I’d have had a hard time waiting another two weeks before seeing him again. “How soon?”

  “We both need to meet with Josh on Thursday before your mock pitch on Friday. I figured I’d do that in person rather than via video.”

  “And you’re only mentioning this now? Does this meeting have the potential to change the pitch?”

  He shook his head. “I told him last week who was on your team. There won’t be any changes to that, and the mock remains set for Friday. The meeting with Josh is to discuss other details, maybe go over the presentation itself. This is a big account, and he wants us all on the same page.”

  “Same page how?” I was caught off guard, and that put me on edge.

  “Ensuring that every detail is thought of.”

  He was being vague and I didn’t like it. “To include my involvement?”

  His eyes softened. “Of course not. You’re the lead, Sasha. No one does a pitch better than you do.”