by Nicola Marsh
‘I love how you feel,’ he murmured, kneading her ass with his hands as he trailed his lips across her jaw before dipping lower to the nook above her collarbone.
‘And taste.’ He lapped at her, as she marvelled at how he remembered her sensitive spot. The guy truly was a genius.
Her head fell back as he nipped her collarbone with his teeth, the fleeting sting of pain soothed by the return of his tongue. Man, that tongue. The thought of what was to come had her writhing against him.
‘Easy, sweetheart,’ he murmured. ‘Unless you want this first time to be fast?’
‘Fast is good,’ she gritted out as he traced the cleft of her ass with the barest fingertip through her panties. Thank goodness she’d had the foresight to take off the tight control ones. ‘The faster the better.’
He chuckled, the deep sound rippling over her like a caress. ‘Okay then.’
He stood so abruptly she almost fell but his hands under her ass tightened and she clung to his neck.
‘Put me down, you’ll hurt your back.’
He ignored her warning and hoisted her higher, making her squeal. He must work out these days because she weighed a freaking tonne and he carried her with minimal effort.
‘Are you nuts? You’ll get a hernia—’
‘You have a rocking bod and I don’t want to hear any of that self-conscious shit, okay?’ He nudged open a door with his foot and entered a bedroom as big as her apartment. ‘I loved your body at uni and from what I’ve imagined beneath that hideous black dress it’s just as sexy now, so quit it.’
Yeah, he definitely had a knack for making her feel good and when he placed her gently on a king-size bed she wanted to hug him. He towered over her, his frown formidable, but nothing could detract from the lust blazing in his eyes.
He was seriously into her and nothing was more empowering.
Bracing on her elbows, she nudged him with her foot. ‘If this dress is so hideous, why don’t you take it off?’
‘Oh, I intend to,’ he said, moving towards a side table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a string of condoms, five in total. Wowza, what a way to break her drought.
‘You planning on using all those tonight?’
She held her breath as a wicked grin alerted her that she’d like his answer very much indeed.
‘I’m hopeful.’ He dangled the string of condoms in front of her, swinging it side to side like a pendulum trying to hypnotise her. ‘Very, very hopeful.’
She laughed. ‘Why don’t you start by stripping for me?’
The last time they’d done this she hadn’t seen enough. She’d been too discombobulated, first by his comforting after she’d revealed too much, later by the fact he’d wanted to have sex with her. Also, she’d insisted on darkness, so had only seen his body in shadows. Tonight, she intended to rectify that travesty.
‘If I strip for you, it’s only fair you do the same for me,’ he said, dangling those damn condoms like a carrot in front of a donkey. From what she remembered he had a pretty impressive carrot and with a little luck she’d be ee-awing all night.
‘Take it all off,’ she said, relieved when he didn’t push her for an answer. No way in hell she’d be getting naked in front of him in this much light.
Conquering her body issues had taken time but no matter how hard she worked to appear confident, revealing her body still made her quake inside.
Silly, because this man had never made her feel anything other than gorgeous, but she couldn’t shed all her inhibitions along with her clothes. No matter how many sit-ups or planks she performed in Pilates, no matter how many carbs she sacrificed, she had a body made for comfort.
The way Brock’s gaze burned her up from the inside out, he had a hankering for a whole lot of comfort.
He draped the condoms across her hips like a naughty promise, a foil packet belt designed to taunt. She bucked a little in response and he grinned, tugging his shirt out of his trousers.
At last, they were getting to the good stuff. She scooted up the bed until she felt a pile of pillows behind her, then linked her hands behind her head and eased back, ready to enjoy the show.
The last time they’d done this had been all frantic hands and whispered promises and soft panting in the dark. This time, she intended to make every moment count.
‘You’re making me feel cheap and easy,’ he said, slipping buttons through holes at an infuriatingly slow pace.
‘Don’t forget demeaned and idolised for your body only.’ She let out a long wolf whistle. ‘Come on, Sexy, show me what you’ve got.’
Surprise widened his eyes. ‘I like your new confidence. It’s a major turn-on.’
She pointedly stared at his groin and the sizeable bulge there. ‘Like you needed a reason.’
He chuckled and shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Jayda loved trading quips with him. They hadn’t had this ease between them six years ago and it was fun to spar as foreplay.
Her gaze roved over his bare chest in blatant appreciation, surprised when she spied a tattoo emblazoned across one side.
‘That’s new,’ she said, staring at the flock of seagulls in flight beneath his left breastbone, intricate and incredibly artistic. She wondered if the unusual tattoo meant something to him.
‘Who would’ve thought, a geek with tats, huh?’
She heard the vulnerability in his lowered voice and quashed the surge of protectiveness. She knew that feeling well, that soul-sapping uncertainty of being judged by appearance. It ate away at confidence and made you second-guess everything. She didn’t let the doubts creep in much these days but when they did, she hammered them into submission quick smart.
‘I love it.’
And she meant it. The contrast between the nerdy, dedicated student she remembered and his sexy counterpart now made her want him all the more.
‘Well, if you love this, wait till you see what else I have for you.’
His crooked grin made her chuckle and her heart leapt in anticipation as he unsnapped the button on his chinos.
‘Don’t tell me you tattooed that.’
He winced and pointed to his chest. ‘This hurt like the devil so that would be a resounding no.’
‘So you were boasting in general, huh?’
One eyebrow quirked in provocation. ‘You’ve seen it. Don’t you think I have a right to boast?’
‘Absolutely,’ she said, nodding so vigorously her neck cramped, enjoying that they’d reverted to sparring when he laughed again.
‘This is... I mean...you and me...’ He waved his hand between them and muttered, ‘Fuck. What I’m trying to say is, is sex usually this playful for you?’
A flush swept into her cheeks. She should lie. It wouldn’t bode well for him to discover he’d been her last six years ago. He’d know that she’d been a tad hung up over that night. Or, worse, think she was some kind of frigid freak.
But Jayda hated lies. Ever since she’d discovered the truth about her father and why he’d misappropriated funds from the charity she’d helped run, she abhorred untruths. If her dad had trusted her she could’ve seen he’d got the help he needed. Instead, her mother had joined him in the cover-up, not telling her anything until she’d discovered their treachery.
She understood the lengths to which her father had gone to deal with his unhappiness, stemming way back from Sasha’s death, but she’d been a teen at the time and she’d dealt with the mind-numbing grief of losing her sister, why couldn’t he as an adult? Why did he have to screw up so badly and affect everybody in the process?
‘Forget it, I shouldn’t have asked.’ He eyeballed her. ‘That look on your face says it all.’
Mortified that she’d let thoughts of her family problems intrude at a time like this, she shook her head. ‘Sorry, I was mulling whether to lie to you or tell the truth, and
I’ve decided on the latter.’
She sighed. ‘No, sex isn’t playful for me, because I’ve only ever slept with two guys.’
She didn’t have to wait long for Brock to understand. The guy had topped their graduation class with a quick-fire intelligence that had once annoyed her when she had to study hard for every single grade.
‘You mean...’ Incredulity made him stare at her in wide-eyed shock.
She nodded. ‘Yep. That dickhead Deon who took my virginity on a bet, and you.’
He gaped, a deep groove burrowing between his brows. ‘But that means... I was the last...six years ago...fuck.’
This time he shook his head as if trying to clear it but she didn’t want to give him too much time to assimilate what the information she’d revealed actually meant.
‘I’ve been with other guys since, fooled around a bit, but not everyone gets to see this.’ She swept her hands over her body with a flourish. ‘This is too good to reveal to just anybody.’
Her exaggerated self-deprecation cleared his frown as she intended but he hadn’t lost the shell-shocked expression. He wanted to ask more, she could see it in his expressive eyes, so she did the one thing guaranteed to distract him.
Pushing into a sitting position, she grabbed the condoms from across her hip and tore off the first one. Placing it deliberately on the bed between them as a promise, she stood, and reached behind for her zip.
Her fingers fumbled as the moment arrived to reveal her body to him, but she had to do this. To prove to herself that she wasn’t that scared, vulnerable girl she’d been six years ago and to regain control of the situation.
Admitting the truth usurped some of her power and she needed to get it back, starting with disrobing for the last guy to see her semi-naked.
Thankfully lust replaced confusion in Brock’s stare as she eased the zip down and pushed the sleeves down her arms, taking the top of the dress with it.
Her skin pebbled in the cool air and she resisted the urge to rub her skin for warmth. Besides, the longer Brock stared at her, the more she heated from the inside out, his burning gaze creating a flush that started at her neck and swept downwards.
‘Fuck me,’ Brock muttered, as his hungry gaze zeroed in on her breasts and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
She always wore sexy lingerie because it empowered her. She might not feel attractive on the outside some days but knowing she wore risqué underwear leant her a swagger that would otherwise be missing. With Brock staring at her with blatant appreciation, she felt vindicated in wearing a black satin bra and matching panties dotted with tiny crimson lips.
‘You are so beautiful,’ he murmured, as she shimmied out of the dress and let it fall to the floor in a soft swoosh.
She stepped out of the dress and he was on her in an instant.
‘You have amazing tits,’ he murmured, running his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, before cupping her breasts in his hands.
‘Prove it—oh.’ She gasped as her taunt had the desired effect and his mouth fastened on a nipple through the satin.
She arched towards him and with a deft flick of his fingers he had the bra unhooked and his lips on her, feasting. Licking and sucking, nibbling and nipping, alternating between her nipples until her knees weakened.
He must’ve felt her wobble because he raised his head, his eyes so passion-hazed she wondered if he could actually see her, before he blinked. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face as his fingers toyed with her panties.
‘You taste even better than I remember.’
Jayda tried to come up with something witty in response but her brain wouldn’t function with his fingertips repeatedly grazing the sensitive skin on the tops of her thighs. He slid a finger under the elastic of her panties, plucking at it, over and over, teasing her, driving her mad with want.
‘Brock, please...’ she whispered, gritting her teeth against the urge to shove him onto the bed and ride him until dawn. The ache between her thighs had become unbearable and her panties were drenched. She didn’t need the foreplay, not after six long years. She needed him.
‘Please what?’ He hooked his thumb into one side of her panties and she groaned in relief.
‘Please fuck me.’
His gaze locked on hers, those ebony eyes inscrutable as he slowly and deliberately hooked his thumb under the other side, making both ping a little against her skin.
‘Only because you asked so nicely,’ he said, his smile laden with promise as he dropped to his knees and pressed his nose to her clit, sending jolts of pleasure ricocheting through her.
He eased away to roll her panties down, peeling them off infuriatingly slowly when she didn’t mind if he ripped the bloody things off, she wanted him that badly.
The familiar flutter of panic that he’d see every flaw of her body made her squeeze her eyes shut, before she realised Brock had already seen her mostly naked, weighing more than she did now. And since they’d decided to hook up tonight he’d made her feel nothing but special and wanted. She could trust him.
Maybe that was what had made her want to hook up with him again? The knowledge that this guy enjoyed what she had to offer and would allow her to take what she wanted in return.
With Brock, she wanted it all.
Every delectable inch of him.
He lifted her ankles one at a time so she could step out of her panties, then nudged her knees further apart. His fingertips skimmed the inside of her thighs in the barest of butterfly caresses before he spread her apart and swiped at her clit with his tongue.
All her doubts from a moment ago fled as he lapped at her, his skilful tongue exerting the right pressure, sending desire spiralling through her. Her pulse hammered as he slid a finger inside her, then another, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue until all sensation centred on him—his fingers pushing inside her, filling her, while his tongue effectively blanked her mind with its ministrations.
When he slid a third finger inside her and curled them forward to hit the sensitive nub, she felt the beginnings of a soul-destroying orgasm clawing at her. Her hips took on a life of their own as he hit her hot spots repeatedly with his fingers and his tongue until the pleasure peaked and she yelled out his name.
Her knees buckled and he guided her onto the bed with his free hand, giving her one cheeky thrust with his other fingers inside her before withdrawing. She instantly wanted more.
He didn’t speak as he made quick work of his chinos, leaving him in navy cotton boxers—he’d always been a boxers guy. They’d taunted her, that peak of elastic above his jeans when he’d sit in front of her in the occasional lecture, as if he wanted her to see it, to drive her wild.
‘Don’t make me wait,’ she said, staring at the impressive bulge tenting the boxers with blatant hunger.
‘I won’t.’ He pushed down the boxers and took himself in hand, making her throat tighten with desire. ‘This what you want?’
‘Hell yeah,’ she muttered, a low growl that made him grin as he moved his hand up and down the shaft, saliva pooling in her mouth at how much she wanted to taste him.
He’d been her first blowjob on that memorable night six years earlier and she’d never forgotten the feeling of sheer empowerment.
She licked her lips in anticipation and he said, ‘Later,’ grabbing the condom from where she’d left it earlier and ripping the foil packet open.
Her body tingled, aftershocks from that mind-blowing orgasm and anticipation of what was to come as he rolled the condom on. She opened her legs in blatant invitation but rather than settle over her as expected, he crooked his finger at her.
Confused, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, letting out a whoop of surprise when he hoisted her into his arms again. However, this time she didn’t warn him about her being too heavy and giving him backache or a hernia, not whe
n the intent in his eyes was clear. He desired her. He wanted her. He would have her.
She clung to him as he pressed her back against the wall, sliding into her on a moan that raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
‘So fucking good,’ he murmured, before withdrawing and sliding into her again, making her gasp with the absolute rightness of it.
She remembered this feeling of fullness, of wanting him to pleasure her until she could think of nothing but the moment, but this time was different. They were both older, wiser and in his case much more experienced because he kept doing some amazing thing with his hips every time he thrust into her, guaranteeing he grazed her clit over and over until she hovered on the edge again.
‘Faster,’ she said, urging him on by wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, and he obliged, pistoning in and out until they were both sweat-slicked.
As her muscles tightened and the first ripples spread, she buried her face against his neck. He gave one last thrust and she fell apart, biting down as he came on a roar, his forehead thudding the wall behind her.
Jayda had no idea how long they stood there, joined in the most intimate of ways. But when he finally placed her carefully on the bed, brushed a brief kiss on her lips and said, ‘I’ll get cleaned up and be back,’ reality crashed over her and she pulled back the covers and scooted beneath them.
She’d had the best sex of her life with Brock—again.
She’d demanded it, commanded it.
So why did she feel so damn vulnerable?
CHAPTER FIVE
BROCK SET THE mixer taps to high and waited until steam bellowed from the cubicle before stepping into the shower. He didn’t want to wash Jayda’s floral scent off his skin but taking a shower was the only thing he could think of to excuse taking too long in the bathroom.
He couldn’t go back out there, not right now. He’d already wasted five minutes calling himself a variety of names from ‘fuckwit’ to ‘dickhead’ while staring at his reflection in the mirror, then another two splashing water on his face. It hadn’t been enough so he jumped in the shower, hoping that the powerful stream of water on his head, his neck, his back, would ease some of the tension.
