Strictly Professional: Stud Services

by Sandy Sullivan

  “There you go, sugar. Sleep well, my little pumpkin,” she whispered when she laid the baby in his crib and kissed his cheek.

  The front door opened then closed.

  Brandon.

  His keys hit the kitchen counter top with a clank and she thought for sure her knees would give out.

  God, I want him!

  She sucked in a ragged breath and closed her eyes while she listened to his movements downstairs. He opened the refrigerator for a moment and then she heard a plunk of a glass bowl. She smiled.

  He’s hungry. Mmm...so am I, but not for food.

  Gathering her pride around her, she headed for the stairs.

  She stopped at the top and let her gaze roam over his broad shoulders, wide chest, and yummy abdomen before she focused on what she wanted. He cleared his throat and her stare returned to his expressive blue eyes that now crinkled at the corners when he smiled up at her.

  Damn dimples.

  The steps stretched in front of her, daring her, begging her to take them two at a time to reach his side and let him bank the fire raging inside of her. Her silky bathrobe swirled around her legs and caressed the skin like his hands would do.

  One eyebrow arched in question when she started down the stairs. Before she had a chance to change her mind, she grabbed the front of his scrub shirt, yanked his head down with a hand on the back of his head, and slanted her mouth over his.

  He groaned in response and plunged his tongue between her lips to dance with hers while one hand found her breast. She pushed against his palm, asking for the pressure of his fingers without words as she moaned into his mouth. He grazed his lips along her cheek until he found the shell of her ear. His warm breath sent shivers down her back and she bit her lip to stifle the whimper in her throat.

  The cold surface of the counter met her bare ass and she inhaled sharply.

  When had he managed to get her underwear off and her robe up? She didn’t know and she didn’t really care. If only he took care of the raging need threatening to rip her apart, he could do whatever he wanted.

  “Brandon, please.”

  His lips skimmed down her neck to her straining nipple and she moaned when he took it in his mouth. She held his head against her chest, wanting the pressure building between her thighs to ease. Fingers tickled up her leg and then dove between her pussy lips. She wiggled her butt, trying desperately to get close to him.

  “Mmm...I’ve missed you, baby,” he murmured against her.

  “Me too. God, Brandon, please.”

  “What do you want?” he chuckled before his mouth claimed the other straining nub while his fingers slipped in and out of her clenching pussy.

  “Your mouth.” He lifted his head and smiled.

  “Where?”

  “Between my thighs.”

  His fingers drove into her heat—in and out—in and out. “Someone’s naughty.”

  “Stop torturing me.”

  “Lay back.” The cold counter on her skin made her suck in a ragged breath. The sensation of his warm hands and mouth on her flesh and the cold on her back made her moan.

  He nipped at her thighs while he worked his way closer to her dripping center. She didn’t think she’d ever wanted a man more than she did Brandon right now. He knew exactly what to do to drive her over the edge, but he certainly took his time doing it. “Brandon...”

  His tongue found her clit and she arched her back. The moment he toggled it with the tip then dove inside her pussy with its entire length, she couldn’t hold back as her climax hit her like a wave crashing over jagged rocks.

  He lapped every drop she spilled until she only lay quivering beneath him. He licked his way up her abdomen, played at her belly button for a moment before he continued to her breast, sucked the nipple between his lips, and then continued to her mouth. She opened her eyes when he put his forehead against hers and his mouth hovered near her lips.

  “You’re mine, Savannah.”

  She whimpered when the head of his cock bumped against her pussy.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you, Brandon. I need you. God! Please fuck me before I lose my mind.”

  He slipped inside her with a soft chuckle and then a moan as her eyes rolled back in her head.

  Oh my Lord, this is heaven.

  Her muscles stretched to accommodate his girth after the birth of the baby.

  She opened her eyes when he didn’t move.

  “You okay?”

  A silly smile tripped across her lips. “Better than okay. God, that feels incredible. It’s been too damned long.” He rocked his hips slightly and she whimpered.

  “We can’t wait this long again. I can’t hold back.”

  “Then don’t. Fuck me hard. I want to feel every inch of you.” A tortured moan ripped from his mouth. “We can do it again later.”

  He rocked his hips, slamming his pelvis against hers, giving her everything she wanted and more. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

  “Come for me, Savannah. I want to feel you milk me dry, baby.” She squeezed her vaginal muscles and heard him whisper, “That’s it. Yeesss!”

  She couldn’t stop the tidal waves rolling over her as her climax rippled from her toes, up her legs, and crash through her belly on a scream of his name.

  * * * *

  His fingers caressed her bare arm while she rested her head on his chest. “You should sleep.”

  “Mmm...I will. I want to enjoy this.”

  She smiled against his skin before she peppered kisses across the muscles beneath her.

  “If you start that again, I won’t be sleeping for at least another hour.”

  “Only an hour? Are you saying you can’t go longer than that?”

  He flipped her over onto her back and held her hands above her head with one of his and let his palm slide over her already hard nipple. “Witch.”

  "Oh but you love it and you know it."

  "That I do, sweetheart."

  Releasing her hands, he settled between the parted thighs and tongued the hard nub.

  Soft moans vibrated against her skin.

  "I love when you do that," she whispered, closing her eyes and letting him have his way. "More."

  "Insatiable."

  "Only for you."

  Kissing his way down, he flicked his tongue into her belly button, and nibbled her belly with his teeth until he centered over the flesh begging for his touch.

  Cream slid from her pussy in anticipation of his mouth.

  "Mmm…what do we have here?"

  A quick flick of his tongue on her already throbbing clit sent her hips in motion. Two fingers torturously slipped inside. A third finger nudged at her back hole.

  "Vannah?"

  Her only answered came out in a whimper.

  "Baby, will you let me have your ass?"

  Senses returned for a split second.

  Anal Sex? Holy hell yes!

  "Oh, God, yes."

  With a soft chuckle, the warmth of his lips on her clit disappeared and she fought the groan of disappointment in her throat.

  Crawling across her, he pulled open a small nightstand drawer.

  "Lubrication."

  "Good idea. It's been a while and with the baby…"

  "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

  "You have no idea how bad I want you. I love anal sex, Brandon and I want it with you."

  "Roll over."

  On her stomach, ass in the air, she wondered what he thought. Her body had softened some with the birth of their son and it made her self-conscious. From the ferocious growls and groans coming from his mouth, she figured he didn't mind.

  Cool liquid slid between her ass cheeks. The sensation of his fingers dipping and swirling it over her skin made her wiggle and push against the pressure of his fingers.

  "Lordy, you're tight, baby."

  "It's been a while," she whispered.

  "That is so sexy. You have no idea how fabulous this view is."

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nbsp; She glanced over her shoulder to see him sitting between her parted thighs, oogling her pussy. Rough tongue licked from clit to vagina and she moaned.

  "Get busy mister. I'm dying here."

  Two fingers slipped past the ring of muscles.

  Oh, boy.

  "Brandon, please."

  "I need to make sure you're ready."

  "I'm ready. Oh lord, am I ready."

  A soft chuckle met her ears as his fingers disappeared. The warm skin of his chest rolled over her back. Rock hard cock bumped at her entrance and slowly penetrated.

  "Push back," he murmured against her neck. "Relax."

  "I'm trying, but God, it feels incredible."

  The measured rock of his hips eased.

  "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

  "Have to go slow, otherwise, this will be too short."

  His hand came around the front to slide between her thighs, coaxing her clit to a throbbing bundle of nerves. A climax whipped through her like wildfire, sending her over the edge as he groaned and pushed the rest of his hard flesh into her ass.

  "Aw fuck! Savannah."

  "Yes, yes, yes," she whimpered.

  Cradling her butt against his groin, he leisurely started to move although she could feel the tension in his thighs brushing up against hers.

  The tempo increased with each thrust and nerves unused for some time, started to bunch and expand. Every plunge of his cock had her on the brink of temporary insanity while she attempted to hold back her climbing orgasm until she knew he was close.

  Hips slammed against hers. Balls slapped against her pussy, sending spasms of need shooting up her spine. His own ragged breathing and soft, 'oh God', brought her to the edge and pushed her over.

  "Yes, oh God, yes," she screamed, feeling her ass clamp down around his hard flesh.

  "That's it, baby." He pumped faster, until he finally let go with a hearty groan.

  For several minutes they panted hard. A growl parted his lips when he pulled his cock from her flesh.

  "I don't think I can move."

  "Me either."

  The baby began to fuss in the next.

  “Your son needs his mother.”

  “Yeah—so do I.”

  She gave him a mock frown. “You need your mother?”

  “Tease. I need you,” he murmured.

  "Again?"

  His sexy blue eyes opened and he shifted over her. "Not for a bit. You've killed me. But I can still play a little. Just don't ask me to do anything else, but lick on that luscious nipple."

  “Brandon?” The rough pad of his tongue did delicious things to her and she fought the urge to give into her body’s wants or to force the talk she knew they needed to have. “We need to talk.”

  He lifted his head and frowned. “I don’t think I’m going to like this.” Releasing her hands, he sat up on the side of the bed and reached for his boxers.

  The baby whimpered again in the other room.

  “I better go take care of Marcus before he lets loose into a full-blown tantrum for his meal. You don’t have to work tonight, right?”

  “No.”

  “Why don’t you go shower while I feed him and then we’ll talk.”

  He waggled his dark eyebrows and said, “You could join me.”

  She bit her lip before she replied, “Yes I could, but then we would just have sex again.”

  “And there’s a problem with this why?”

  Savannah sighed and grumbled. “Are you always this insatiable?”

  “Didn’t you tell Rachel, I had a quote, ferocious sexual appetite, end quote?”

  “Yes, but...”

  “You opened the cage, baby, now you must feed the hunger.” He kissed her quickly on the mouth. “Feed my son and I’ll take a shower. Then we will have this all-important conversation.” A moment later, he disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.

  Her cheeks puffed out when she released her breath and got up from his bed. After they’d made love on the kitchen counter, he’d swept her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. He knew exactly what to do to make her want him again within moments of dropping her in the middle of the comforter. He had growled low in his throat, sending shivers of anticipation across her skin while he stalked her on his hands and knees. She laughed when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him very, very slowly. When he flipped her over and drove his cock deep inside her from behind, she almost died from the sensations.

  She closed her eyes and groaned before she made her way into the other bedroom to feed the baby. The water rushing inside the bathroom sent her imagined into overdrive.

  Brandon bare-assed naked, mmm...

  The wail of Marcus brought her thoughts back to him. “I’m sorry, pumpkin. Your daddy seems to take up a lot of my thoughts these days.” She picked him up and settled into the rocker. Several moments later, the shower turned off and she licked her lips.

  Good Lord! You’d think I hadn’t been with a man in months, not just an hour ago.

  Brandon peeked around the corner of the door. “I’m going down to get some coffee. Want some water or something?”

  Her gaze slid over his wet hair brushed back off his forehead, his bright-blue eyes, his sexy-as-hell smile, over his broad naked chest and slipped down his abdomen while she followed the line of hair to the waistband of his jeans. She inhaled and slowly let it out again before she replied, “Yes, please.”

  “You need to quit looking at me like that, woman.”

  She bit her lip before she said, “Like what?”

  “Like a hungry tigress.”

  Her head cocked to the side and she let a smile lift the corners of her mouth. “I am hungry.”

  He threw back his head and laughed. “And you say I’m insatiable.” Still chuckling he said, “I’ll be right back with the water. Think Marcus will be done by then?’

  “It will probably be a little longer. He’s got a good appetite.”

  “Okay.” He disappeared and she sighed.

  Savannah hummed softly and rocked the chair while Marcus suckled. She ran her fingers through the silky baby hair on his head and smiled.

  Several minutes later, the doorbell rang and she frowned.

  You’d think this was Grand Central Station with all the foot traffic the last couple of days.

  When it didn’t ring again, she figured Brandon had answered it. The rumble of voices downstairs made her frown. She could hear a female voice and another male voice besides Brandon’s and laughing. Unable to stand the suspense of finding out who was visiting now, she disengaged the baby from her breast, lifted him to her shoulder, fixed her blouse, and stood.

  She made her way out her bedroom door and stopped at the top of stairs. Below her stood an older couple with Brandon, but when Brandon’s gaze lifted to her, the heat in his eyes made the whole world narrow.

  “Ah! There she is,” the woman said, bringing her attention back to them. “Come.”

  Savannah frowned a moment before she headed down the stairs toward them with what she knew had to be a blatant question on her face.

  Brandon took her hand and drew her to the couch with him as the couple took a seat across from them. “Savannah, this is my mother and father. Jeb and Anna Cooper.” He looked at his parents before his attention returned to her. “This is Savannah Gibson.”

  “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Savannah. Brandon has told us so much about you.”

  “He has?”

  “Of course. I wanted to know all about my future daughter-in-law.”

  “Mother!”

  Anna waved her hand and said, “Oh, poo.”

  Brandon rolled his eyes and sighed. “I called them from Texas and told them when we would be back here so they could visit to see their grandson.” He laughed. “I didn’t expect them to show up this soon, though.”

  “Like I would stay away when my grandson is here to cuddle.” Anna focused on Savannah. “Can I hold him?”

  “
Of course.”

  She shifted to stand, but Brandon reached for Marcus and said, “Here, babe. I’ll take him.”

  Once he’d settled the baby into his mother’s arms, he returned to the couch and pulled her to his side.

  “Oh look, Jeb. He’s got Brandon’s dimples.”

  “We haven’t quite decided whether he’ll have brown eyes or blue,” Brandon said while his fingers traced patterns on her arm, sending shivers down her back.

  His mother pierced Savannah with the same blue eyes Brandon carried when she said, “So. When are you two getting married?”

  A pin hitting the floor would have been loud in the room as she looked at Brandon then back to his mother.

  Chapter Eleven

  “But...”

  “I...”

  “You are getting married, right?” His mother asked.

  “Mom,” he growled.

  Anna nuzzled the baby’s neck before she leveled the two of them again with her gaze. “Whose last name does he carry now?”

  “His name is Marcus William Cooper,” Savannah answered through gritted teeth. He could feel the anger running through her when she stiffened next to him before she stood.

  Shit! She’s pissed.

  “He’ll carry Brandon’s last name whether we end up together or not.”

  “Savannah...”

  “I’m going upstairs.” She spun on her heel and almost ran up the stairs.

  “Why did you do that?”

  His mother shot him an innocent look and he almost groaned. “Do what, son?”

  “Bringing up our getting married. Savannah and I haven’t even mentioned those words to each other.” He ran his fingers through his hair before he shot a glance to where she’d disappeared.

  “She is living here, is she not?”

  “Yeah, but...”

  “I don’t understand what the problem is then, Brandon. You love her, don’t you?”

  He stood and moved toward the window to peer out into the backyard.

  Do I? Is that what these feelings are that have been running ramped through my heart and my mind since we met? What I felt for Rachel doesn’t come close to what I feel for Savannah.

  “Brandon?”

  He turned to face his parents. “I don’t know, Mom. I’m not sure what she feels—if anything—and we haven’t really talked about our feelings for each other.”