by Amber Lynn
She didn’t know why Brady just stood still, or why he’d decided now was the time to assault her, but she didn’t really care. She already felt the burbling of an orgasm inside of her. It’d been something building for months between their odd relationship.
Time wasn’t exactly her strong suit in the moment, but it felt like it took minutes before he pulled out and pushed back in. The motion was smooth and calculated, a bit unexpected given the initial entry.
Nina arched her back and pushed into the body behind her. The move made Brady press his hand firmer where it held her down to the counter. He didn’t say anything, but she got the feeling her help wasn’t wanted. That was just too bad, because the calculated thrusts weren’t what she was looking for. She wanted to be ridden hard with less thinking and faster actions.
She pulled her body forward some to move him out of her, but he was quick to push back in. His hands moved up to her shoulders and held her immobile as he picked up the pace. He didn’t have to hold her down as long as he sped things up, but she didn’t mention it. It was hard to get anything out through the moans escaping her mouth anyway.
Sex over the years had included many different shapes and sizes. Some were bigger than Brady, many smaller. Nina felt a little like Goldilocks with the idea of finding something just right. Weird thoughts like that didn’t traipse around in her mind, but most of her brain seemed to be on vacation while Brady plowed into her.
He didn’t say a word, which for some reason seemed weird. There were grunts, somewhat cavemen-like, but nothing that could be considered talking. Nina didn’t like when a guy tried to have a conversation during sex. A little dirty talk was usually a turn on, though.
“That’s right, baby, fill me up.”
Something needed to cut the sound of their bodies slapping together. Brady was hitting her insides just right, so Nina knew she wasn’t going to last long before she was in bliss. The caveman behind her probably didn’t care how long things lasted, but she wanted their first time to be more than just a sloppy meeting of their bodies. They were both long out of high school and clearly not virgins, so she wanted to act like it.
“No talking. Your only role right now is to take me, bitch.”
She took no offense to the name calling. It sent a tingle through her body and she clenched around him as she felt herself lubing up for him even more.
He pulled her blonde hair into one fist and bent over her with a hard thrust. He kept still for a second, confusing Nina a little. Then she felt his teeth dig into her skin where her robe had drifted off her shoulder.
It wasn’t just a love bite, or maybe it was. Nina had never been bitten before during sex. She would’ve cut off a guy’s dick if he tried it. Clearly, Brady wasn’t just any guy. The feel of his teeth sinking into her soft skin, deep enough that there were sure to be marks and maybe even a little blood, sent Nina over the edge.
She wailed and reached out for anything to hold onto as her body started convulsing. Her toes instantly cramped as she stepped onto them to move herself closer to the counter. She wasn’t trying to get away from Brady. Her body just took on a mind of its own as pleasure ripped through it.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckidy fuck.”
Whether the words made it through her lips or not, they were yelling over and over in her head. And Brady wasn’t done with her.
His teeth had come ajar as her body convulsed. He solved the apparent problem by latching onto the side of her neck, not biting this time, just sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth as he straightened the two of them up some and really started pounding inside of her.
He had been holding back. Nina didn’t think it possible with how rough things had been, but in the slightly different angle, he powered into her hard enough that her feet lifted off the ground. The counter held her up a little, but for the most part it felt like strings from the ceiling had to be keeping her upright.
She wasn’t over the previous climax when she felt another one hit her out of nowhere. She screamed just like she had the first time, but she was so confused. It took a lot of work usually on her own part to get off just from a guy hammering into her. There were times she let her imagination take her along with the ride a little more, but usually her hand at the very least was involved.
With Brady, she wasn’t off in la la land, thinking about what it would feel like to have one guy fucking her while another sucked her clit. That was what tended to need to fill her mind in order to get off anytime near a guy, and even then, she would often need to pull out her friends after the guy left to get the job done.
While she was still lost in her trembles, Nina felt Brady pull out and let go of her neck. She moaned softly in protest, but didn’t do anything about it. She was using all the strength she had to keep her legs from collapsing underneath her.
Brady smacked her a couple time on her ass with his heavy meat and slid it up and down her crack a few times before she felt warm liquid on her back. She wouldn’t have objected to him coming inside of her, but the come on her rose tramp stamp seemed appropriate for the coupling.
It was rough and dirty, something Nina hadn’t ever had to that level. She never gave up control like she had to Brady. Her mind told her she should stop and think about that, and why she didn’t immediately attack him for it, but all she wanted was for him to push right back inside of her and do it all over again.
“Fuck,” Brady grunted as he squirted a few more times on her.
Nina felt the silk of her robe, which had been pushed up her back, pulled down to rub the mess he left. Her whole lower back ended up feeling like it was covered in a sticky mess. She couldn’t remember ever being left in that condition. It was like she’d just stepped out of a porn scene.
“I don’t know what happened at that meeting, but I’m glad it did.”
The words were mumbled into the countertop. With all her twisting and turning at the peak of her orgasm, her forehead was flat against the granite, which actually felt good against the sheen of sweat that had accumulated.
“What happened at the meeting is that we have a new agreement, whether it’s on a piece of paper we both signed or not.”
Nina heard the faint sound of a zipper as Brady pulled away from her body. She pouted slightly, thinking maybe their fun was just round one. She wanted to see what highs letting him take over control could take her to. She knew things would somehow be different with him, and she needed more to see if it was a fluke.
She waited for a second to see if he’d help right her disheveled robe, but it was clear there’d be no post-coitus touches. Usually Nina was fine with that. The sooner the guy moved on, the sooner she could move on to the next thing on her list of things to do.
Since she didn’t have such a list at the moment, and she’d been waiting so long to finally be with Brady, she thought a little something after the carnality was over was in order. It was weird to feel the need for that something more.
The man had made her come twice within five minutes, so she figured her brain being mush had to have something to do with the desire.
Nina straightened her robe as much as it could be. It hadn’t been long, but the come on her back was drying, leaving what was sure to be a crusty mess.
Brady had his back to her. His clothes were all still on, but his shirt was untucked. She could easily see the deep breaths he was taking in as he leaned his arms on the breakfast bar ten feet away from her.
She thought about walking over and running her hands up his back. The fact that he’d already put distance between them made her think he wasn’t looking for her touch. Usually, she didn’t care what the guy wanted, but Brady was someone she was going to give a little space. She still had to figure out exactly what the damage was from the bite and the hickey she was sure was on her neck.
That didn’t even bring into the picture all the bruises running her hips into the counter continuously probably left. She couldn’t wait to look in a full-length mirror and see the evidence
of their rough sex on her skin.
“What new agreement are you talking about?”
The contract they had couldn’t just be forgotten. There weren’t many days left on it, and they hadn’t said anything about whether new negotiations should replace their current ones when it was up. With how thoroughly fucked over Nina felt, she wasn’t opposed to keeping some kind of agreement in place.
Maybe he’d be up for hooking up weekly or biweekly. The having sex with other people clause could be waived, if he wanted. If he was able to deliver the same kind of wild sex he just had, Nina wasn’t too sure she wanted to fill in the downtime with mediocre sex.
“The new agreement is that for the next three days, I’m fucking you whenever and wherever I want. Then, you’re getting out of my house, and we’ll only see each other when our friends are involved or it’s a requirement at work. If you have a problem with that, you know where the door is.”
Brady started to leave without giving Nina a chance to respond. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say to the command, especially since she’d been dreaming up scenarios where they’d be seeing each other often. It didn’t fail to dawn on her that the three days was the end of their three weeks together, or at least the three weeks they were supposed to abstain.
In her mind they had three days after that to have all the sex they wanted. From Brady’s words, he wanted out as soon as the abstaining portion of the contract was over, which if she remembered right, didn’t break the contract.
Stopping after only a few steps, Brady turned around. Nina was too stunned to do anything, but he was clearly still nonchalant Brady. The only signs that he’d just fucked her senseless was the sweat beading on his forehead.
“I’m jumping in the shower. When I get out, I expect to find you kneeling next to my bed, waiting to give me the blow job you owe me for telling Isabel you’re my girlfriend last night. I’d make you do it now, but I want to see if the shower will soften me a little to make you have to work for it.”
He didn’t say anything else before he left. Nina stood there stupidly staring after him for probably a few minutes. No one bossed her around like that, not if they wanted to keep their body parts intact. That didn’t explain why she found herself walking after Brady to follow through with the command. If he wanted a blow job, she was going to give him one he wouldn’t forget. Giving up control was sure to only be a temporary thing, but Nina couldn’t deny the initial results proved to be exhilarating.
Chapter 18
“I take it you’ve smoothed things out with your roommate. Hannah texted me earlier and said Nina seemed to be in a good mood.”
Curtis was just coming off the ice and Brady’s line was about to go out. Brady was already up on the boards with one leg hanging over, just waiting for the guy he was replacing to come in. They had maybe ten seconds to talk. It was a stupid time to ask the question, so Brady gave him a stupid response by shrugging.
The question could’ve been asked any time over the last three hours the men had spent together getting ready and playing the game, but Curtis opted to wait until Brady couldn’t answer. It wasn’t like Brady was going to dive into any details with twenty other people in close proximity anyway. The rest of the team already knew more than enough about his situation.
Brady stepped out onto the ice and glided over towards where the puck was being played. The other team was deep in the zone, so Brady thought he’d move in to clear the crease. The rookie trying to dislodge the guy out from in front of the goaltender wasn’t doing a very good job. The other team’s forward was just standing there waiting to deflect the puck in the net, while the defenseman on Brady’s team kept sort of running into him and bouncing off.
Pathetic wasn’t a nice way to describe it, but it was accurate. The kid needed to go eat a couple steaks and put on some weight. If he made the team, Brady was going to be shocked.
Before Brady could get close enough to help, another guy from the other team whizzed by him and hit the back of Brady’s knee with his stick. It wasn’t just a love tap. The guy was trying to take out his knee. It happened all the time with certain players. Seeing the name Lupscion skate by didn’t surprise Brady at all.
Rather than focus on helping out the rookie, Brady decided to keep close to the asshole trying to injure him. He was in the mood to have a little fun.
“Having a bad day, Liposuction?”
The guy’s name wasn’t pronounced anything like that, but it had enough of the same letters that most guys called him that. Or maybe it was just Brady. He always thought it was kind of funny.
Lupscion had been in the league a few years more than Brady and had earned the reputation of being one of the dirtiest players. The shot to the knee was just one of many cheap hits in his repertoire.
“Really, Old McDonald? You want to play tonight. There’s only six minutes left. Don’t you want to try to make it out of here in one piece? I hear you’re fucking the owner, and she’d probably be a little disappointed if I sent you home to her broken.”
Lupscion skated backwards to the right and Brady followed the general direction. They were about five feet away from each other, a little too far to reach over and grab the asshole up, but close enough that they were already doing the initial dancing of a fight.
“Yeah, like I sent your wife home to you two months ago. Jessie hasn’t been calling my name out while you fuck her, has she? She kept saying it over and over as I plowed into her sweet little ass.”
Brady had never met the guy’s wife, let alone had sex with her, but that wasn’t the point. Sometimes when you want to make sure a guy will drop the gloves, you’ve got to get a little personal. Brady wasn’t sure who’d been blabbing about him and Nina, but Lupscion knew bringing her up would goad him. Brady was just hitting back.
The bigger man was quick to throw off both gloves and take off his helmet. Helmets off meant an extra two-minute penalty, but Brady played with a shield, so he went ahead and copied the motion. That meant Lupscion’s huge mitts were going to be colliding with his skull instead of banging into a helmet. Not a good thing when the guy had almost a foot reach on you and stood six inches taller.
Shaking his gloves off, Brady prepared for the fun. He wasn’t the team’s enforcer by any means. He’d had about three fights his whole career that he classified as legit. Back when he was eight and playing unsupervised hockey in a neighbor’s yard, he probably had at least a dozen scuffles that would get him five-minute fighting penalties in the big leagues.
The key with an opponent as big as Lupscion was to get in close, so he didn’t have a chance to pull those huge arms back and punch. It wasn’t an easy task based on some of the highlight reel footage Brady had seen of Lupscion’s fights. Most guys generally let him get ahold of their jersey and his big upper body was easily able to dictate how close his opponents got.
They circled each other, around three and a half, maybe four feet apart. Anything under three feet was too close until Brady could find his move. Lupscion kept lurching forward, trying to grab at him, but Brady moved back. It was getting a little ridiculous, so Brady finally moved forward.
He ducked slightly by Lupscion’s outstretched arm and grabbed the guy’s red jersey. With his left, he gave him a couple quick jabs to the chin. He could hear the stands erupting and sticks tapping on the boards and ice, but he tried to tune all the other noise out.
Lupscion wasn’t able to give a straight arm punch, so he settled for hitting Brady on the side of the head more than anything. Chances were Brady might hear a little ringing later on, but it was worth it to at least put up a good fight. Arms moved in every direction, some things landed, others didn’t.
Eventually, which was probably only thirty seconds after the two were tied up together, Brady was able to jab Lupscion hard enough in the chest that he lost his footing and started heading to the ground. Brady followed him for a second, but caught his balance and moved out of the way to make sure he didn’t take a skate blade to a sensitiv
e area. It was more of an instinctual move than anything he did with a clear head.
On his way over to the bench, he threw his hands up in sort of a salute to the crowd. They were going crazy. A fight plus a two-goal lead was a pretty good night for the team. There was still six minutes left, so they could blow it all, but they’d be doing it without Brady.
With seven minutes in penalties, there wasn’t a reason for him to sit in the penalty box. It meant he got to hit the showers early, which was definitely a bright side to things. Curtis was already starting to pry about Nina, and Brady really didn’t feel like talking about it.
Part of him had hoped that Nina would take the bossing around poorly and decide she was done with their little contract. Brady had always been sort of a dominant in the bedroom, mainly just running things, none of that master and slave kind of stuff. He had to admit, though, Nina still in her robe, kneeling exactly where he’d told her was a big fucking turn on.
He’d seriously taken a shower to wash off her scent and try to get his erection to calm down. He thought since his dick had finally gotten what it’d wanted for months, the attraction would at least temper a little. Nope, not one bit.
Stepping out of the shower and seeing Nina prone on her knees had erased any softening, not that much had happened. Then the temptress had to open her mouth wide while he was on the way over to her. If that didn’t cause a guy to come unglued, nothing would.
To top it off, she sucked him off like he couldn’t believe. He figured she was more of a taker than giver, but she had no problem deep-throating him and swallowing every drop when he commanded her to.
Just thinking about the day before made him wonder how they should spend their night. He had two more days with her, and she hadn’t balked even for a second when he told her she had to be ready for him. There were so many things he wanted to see if she’d be game for.
