Brody (Default Distraction Book 1)

by A. S. Roberts

  At last the fine material ended and his fingers once again touched my deprived flesh. I let out another sigh. The bed dipped behind me with his weight, and I felt the heat of his body emanate over me as he leant down. The warmth of his lips brushed gently over the lace at the top of my stockings, and intermittently I gasped as he bit into the exposed skin at the tops of my thighs.

  His hands opened my bum cheeks and his tongue ran down, from my anus to my clit. Then it followed the same route in reverse, repeatedly. Every time his tongue touched my puckered flesh he paused and I held my breath. And just like that he brought me to the edge again. At last he pushed two fingers inside me and began the rhythm I had been silently crying out for.

  ‘You feel so fucking good inside. I can feel your hot walls tightening on my fingers. Come on, let go. I want to see your cum run down my fingers. I want to coat my cock with you.’

  Once again, I began to moan as he continued to pump his fingers in and out. My orgasm appeared, almost blinding me with the white light behind my closed eyelids.

  ‘Gorgeous, just like that.’ He kissed both of my bum cheeks and then I felt his fingers gently pull out of me. I lay there for a few minutes completely spent.

  Gradually, I became aware of movement behind me.

  I rolled over and took in the magnificent sight in front of my eyes.

  Daniel was completely naked. He appeared to have got rid of his jeans as I’d struggled to come back to earth after my last orgasm. His face was pained as he wiped his wet hand up and down his cock. Every hard muscle I had previously felt was exposed to me now. He was a beautiful sight, like something I had only ever seen before on the front cover of a book or in porn. His hand moved up and down his mouth-watering cock. As it reached the head he twisted his grip, showing me just what he liked.

  I moved quickly up onto my knees, kneeling in front of him and sitting back on my haunches.

  ‘Open,’ he instructed, as he held himself out to my mouth. He wiped the crown of his cock across my parting lips, fleetingly I tasted him there and I wanted more. It was all the invite I needed.

  I took him in as far as I could. I wasn’t playing around with any preliminary crap. Although I’d enjoyed his direction and dirty mouth, I wanted to control these few minutes. I grabbed a tight hold of his well-defined arse and pulled him to me. His knees bent slightly as they hit the side of the mattress.

  Two can play at your game.

  I didn’t dare remove my tight hold on him. In the short time we had been in this room he had shown that he loved to be in charge. I knew that given half a chance he would pull himself away and regain control, and I was having none of it. I dug my fingers into his taut muscular backside, and he lost it. I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat as he began to quicken the pace I had set.

  I worked up and down his length, swirling my tongue around the head in the same way I had watched him twist his hand as he’d pleasured himself. His abdominal muscles tightened in front of my eyes with every sweep of my very determined tongue.

  ‘FUCK,’ I heard leave his mouth on a deep, primeval groan. ‘I’m gonna come in that pretty little mouth,’ was all the warning I had. I looked up at him as he threaded his fingers through my hair, making several clips spring free. His eyes found mine, they’d darkened as his pupils had dilated. He held my gaze as he pumped himself one last time to the back of my throat. His cum poured down the back of my throat and for the first time ever the urge to gag and spit was nowhere to be found. I swallowed and then drew back as I released his cock with a pop and wiped the back of my hand across my mouth.

  ‘Where the fucking hell did you learn to do that?’ He smiled his question at me, his face still showing signs of him calming down from what looked like a powerful orgasm. I felt proud I’d been able to give him such pleasure.

  ‘I’ve been around too, you know.’ I winked at him as I answered back with all the confidence I could muster. No way in hell was I going to tell him that he was the first man I had ever wanted to do that to. That felt like far too much information to give someone I hardly knew.

  ‘Stop. I don’t wanna know, forget I asked. Call me old fashioned, but I don’t want to think about you with other men.’ His dark pupils sparked to life with what looked like jealousy. I saw a small facial tic on his left cheekbone.

  ‘You asked.’ I let out a small laugh.

  He had been frozen to the spot since his orgasm, as if moving might just be too much to handle and I understood. I mean how the heck he was still in a standing position I didn’t know. But he moved unexpectedly, almost prowling like a wild animal does with its prey before it then consumes it. He placed his hands down on the edge of the mattress, and slowly I started to lie down backwards, releasing my legs from underneath me. On instinct, I began to move backwards on my elbows, and still he kept coming. I watched as his heavy cock came to life once again.

  ‘Come here.’ He pulled my legs to him and I fell onto my back. He knelt up in between my legs, with my wide-open pussy at his knees.

  ‘Condom?’ I questioned, already anticipating exactly what was coming next.

  He reached over to the pillow, where he had already placed a few. I watched as he ripped open the packet assuredly with his teeth. All the time his eyes still possessed mine. He pinched the end of the condom between two fingers and rolled it down his length in one very well practiced operation.

  ‘Eyes on mine while I fuck the sass out of ya.’

  In one fluid movement, he leant down and firmly grabbed my hips. He pulled me up his legs and onto his cock. The wonderful sweet burn of satisfaction filled my senses as he entered me and an involuntary scream of pure pleasure left my mouth, just as a smile curled up the corners of his. As he pushed in yet again his mouth came down to find my needy nipples. Just before he sucked them into his warm mouth I heard, ‘Told ya I was gonna hear you scream, beautiful.’

  He held my hips to him and began to fuck me in what was the perfect pace for both of us. But something somewhere changed in those few minutes. Our eyes held each other’s initially, almost in a dare. A dare that would determine which one of us would look away first. Which one of us would it be that could no longer bare the intimacy between two virtual strangers. Then the expression on his face changed and he moved us bringing his hard body down onto mine. He rocked in and out of me, faster and faster, and my hips met his thrusts every time. The sound of our flesh meeting together filled the room, along with our moans. He held his weight away from my body on his forearms, but he kept his face mere centimetres from mine as we watched each other.

  Finally, taking his weight on his right forearm, his left hand tenderly brushed my hair away from my face. This no longer felt like an itch being scratched, but like something I’d never felt before. I was spellbound as, with our bodies instinctively talking to each other, we both came apart in each other’s arms. Holding each other close, alarmingly like lovers.

  My rules were broken and every promise I had ever made myself was lying in pieces around our sweaty conjoined bodies.

  I’d lost myself.

  I had lost myself to the feelings this man seemed to be able to pull out of me the moment his flesh touched mine.

  I was exhausted, but I felt euphoric and terrified in equal measure. I’d never spent a night like I had just spent with Daniel. It hadn’t felt like a one-night stand, he’d read and understood every single signal my body had given him, and nurtured multiple orgasms from me. I was now wrapped up in his arms like he was holding his most precious possession.

  For the second night in a row my head wouldn’t let me sleep.

  It wasn’t the fantastic sex we’d been having for hours on end that kept my brain whirring, it was the way he was holding me, and the way that made me feel that kept me awake.

  Anxiety flooded my system, making my heart pound and my throat feel constricted. I wasn’t meant to feel like this. It all felt too dangerous. I suspected that the warmth and comfort that radiated from his body
to mine, could puncture every piece of self-defence I had ever cocooned myself in.

  I looked at him, only daring to move my eyes, reluctant to disturb him. His face was less than two inches away from mine. The only air I could breathe in had just been exhaled from him, and that was normally a complete no-no for me. I hadn’t shared many men’s beds, but normally I was a “turn my back and sleep right on the edge” kind of girl. But here, far too hot in his hold, it all felt so right. His left arm was underneath my neck and his right arm was loosely draped over me. His fingers were threaded into my hair at the back of my head, holding me close to him. His right leg was over the top of mine, trapping me within the confines of his body. His eyes were closed and his breathing had evened out a few minutes ago. I wanted to trace my fingertip over the muscles, to copy the ink as it swirled and danced over his skin as I tried to commit everything about him to memory. Instead, I forced myself to lie quiet and still.

  It was scary just how much I had enjoyed my time with him. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t my life, this wasn’t my bed and this wasn’t what I needed. What I’d needed was some laughs and free flowing banter. To spend time with a man who showed me some attention and the bonus would have been a few days of no-strings sex, something I could look back on as a bit of fun.

  I sensed that this whole scenario was so much more than the fun time I was looking for, and I knew it was going to have me running scared.

  Through the four skylights above us, I could see the night sky as it began to come back to life in the way it does just before sunrise. Almost as if it anticipates the caress of the sun. Fortunately, I knew my time here with this man was running out. I had the perfect excuse, I had to be back down in the kitchen as early as I could manage. I just had to sort out in my head how the next half an hour was going to go.

  Suddenly, his right arm moved up and away from me as he rolled onto his back and bent one of his knees up. The cream sheet he had over him rippled across his skin as it fell just a little bit further down and revealed more of his nakedness to my eyes. He was gently snoring as his breathing became deeper and I knew it was now or never.

  As carefully as I could, I determinedly extracted myself. I tiptoed around the room, collecting the bits and pieces I needed to take a shower in the en-suite wet room. With relief, I found that my skirt had found the blanket box and I could see it was decent enough to carry me through another day.

  Thirty minutes later, I emerged fully dressed. At first I didn’t look towards the bed, and if I was honest with myself I knew I was scared that the pull to get back in would take over. I couldn’t allow myself to once again feel what I knew was so out of my comfort zone, and unquestionably out of my reach. I grabbed my make-up bag from the table, having decided earlier to spend as little time in here as possible. I could do my make-up in the tearooms. I picked up my coat from just in front of the door and pulled it on, wrapping it around me like a shield. Then I put my plan into action. I walked confidently back to the bed, allowing my movement to make some noise.

  I bent towards him, trying not to breathe in the smell of Christmas that seemed to envelope his skin, and gently brushed my lips against his. I refused to feel the connection between us.

  ‘Hi… morning,’ I whispered. ‘I’m off to work, thanks for a fantastic night. Don’t rush to get up, I’m working all day. Just do me a favour and make sure you close the door on your way out.’

  His bleary eyes finally opened enough to find mine and his arms reached up to me. I moved quickly away.

  ‘What are you doing, Amy?’

  ‘I’m just saying goodbye. I need to go.’ I moved up and further out of reach.

  ‘That’s not what I meant.’ He sat up against the pillows and put his arms behind his head. I could just about see his penetrating, questioning stare in the dim light of the room.

  ‘Let’s not make this something it’s not, Daniel,’ I pleaded.

  ‘Okay…’ I could see him thinking on my words as I backed closer towards my escape route. ‘So, let me get this straight. What you’re saying is… thanks for the orgasms and for fucking me on almost every available surface in the room… Goodbye… and have a nice life?’

  ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. It really was a great night, but I’ve got to go.’ I kept my voice deliberately light, blew him a kiss, turned and vacated the room that smelt of us and the obscene amount of sex we’d had.

  I moved down the metal steps as fast as I safely could. The clang of metal on metal rung out loudly in the still of the early morning as my heels collided with the wrought iron. Each reverberation reminding me I was running scared. I entered the tearooms and locked the door behind me. I didn’t let out a breath until I was in the confines of the kitchen. I placed a hand over my heart and wondered what I had forced myself to walk away from. But I knew it was better this way.

  I had a few rules. I didn’t get close and I didn’t connect with anyone. That way I didn’t get hurt and I didn’t get left behind.

  I would be fine later. It would get easier. I would laugh with the girls and tell them just how mind blowing the sex had been, as we laughed and drunk far too much. I would describe his hard, tattooed, muscular body and how he’d satisfied my “needs’. I wouldn’t tell them how he had made me feel as he held me in his arms, or how he had called my name looking into my eyes each time he’d orgasmed. Then I would tell them how I’d walked away, giving him his get out clause by leaving him in bed, and we would high five each other in our feminine solidarity.

  I allowed myself just the once to wonder if I could fool my heart into believing the words I was going to tell them were true.

  I didn’t move as she closed the door on me. I think my mouth fell open and I blinked a couple of times as I tried to work out what the fuck was going on and what fucking parallel universe I’d entered.

  I heard the door slam underneath the flat and I let out the laugh that was building up inside me. I fell back onto the pillows, the same ones I’d only pulled out from under her ass not much more than an hour ago.

  ‘Fuck me! Brody Daniels, you’ve just been fucking used.’

  I was one of the biggest players I knew, and I’d just been played at my own game.

  Not once since my mom had gone, had I been left by another woman. I did the leaving, not them. In fact, I usually didn’t even bother staying around much after the sex, not even for a smoke.

  But with Amy I had happily drawn her into my arms and fallen asleep. The way she’d cosied up next to me, she’d felt more than fucking happy to be there.

  Felt? There was that fucking word again.

  Feeling wasn’t something I made a habit of doing, but being back in this country was starting to influence me. I was slowly coming to terms with my past, allowing the parts I had blocked out for what seemed like fucking forever, to gradually seep back in. I was dealing with the memories and even coping with how raw they made me feel.

  But her? What the hell was up with her?

  Something wasn’t right. I could still see the expression on her face as she had said goodbye. Her face showed she was struggling with the words she was saying. Something or someone was behind her denying she wanted to spend more time with me. The more I thought about it, the more I was fucking convinced it was her.

  She was running and she was running from herself.

  ‘You can’t kid a kidder, Amy.’ I spoke out loud into the empty space around me, just as I saw the sky lighten through the skylights, the morning light was starting to creep into the room.

  The guys would have a field day if they ever found out that a woman had walked out on me. Fucking hell, I was Brody Daniels for Christ’s sake. I was the lead singer of one of the biggest fucking rock bands in the U.S. Women threw panties, and themselves, at my fucking feet. They passed out when I sang, screamed and cried if I so much as looked in their direction.

  This wasn’t happening. She may be running from whatever it was we had both felt between us, but no
fucking way was she running away from me.

  No fucking way.

  ‘Game on, Miss. Harper.’

  ‘Shit!’ I exclaimed, as one of the racks in the hot oven seared into the skin on my index finger. In reaction to the pain my grip immediately relaxed and the large tray fell with a crash to the floor.

  I watched as the mini cinnamon swirls leapt and rolled to various hidey holes all over the kitchen. Hurriedly, I stepped over and around them making my way to the sink. Then I plunged my throbbing finger under the cold tap for the ten minutes required by my first-aid training. As I watched the cold water do its work, for a few seconds I wanted to burst into tears. I tried hard to convince myself it was the pain of the burn causing the pressure behind my eyes, not the absolute misery of walking away and denying myself.

  Three hours ago, I had left him in the bedroom above me and for every second of those three hours I had been waiting for him to leave. Normally, the radio would be blasting out from the corner of the kitchen, but today I had kept it low in volume. I pretended to sing along with the songs playing and had even made my hips sway a few times. The truth was, I needed to hear the moment he walked down the stairs and took up my invitation to make this exactly what I needed it to be, a one-night stand. I looked at the clock again, checking the time. It was ten minutes past eight. But I’d known that without looking. I had watched nearly every single turn of the hands. I knew it was still early, but surely he would want to be on his way after our brief conversation earlier?

  Questions had gone over and over in my head as I had baked my heart out this morning. I had replenished more than enough food for the day, but had been grateful to keep busy.

  Why hadn’t he just got up and left?

  Had he fallen back asleep? And if so, why was he comfortable enough to do that?

  What was he playing at?

  ‘Bloody men!’

  The longer he stayed, the more my heart filled with hope and all the scenarios ran around my head, skidding and colliding with each other in excitement. I allowed myself to think that maybe just this once someone wouldn’t accept the words I used to push them away, that he might be the person who would force me to accept what he had to give.