by Aria Cole
She moaned, her head bobbing. “I can’t hear you, sweet girl.”
I swatted her other ass cheek, loving the way the flesh shook with the pressure of my smack.
“Yes, Brodie.”
“Mm, you’ve got a naughty streak, don’t you? You look delicious enough to eat, Bryn.” I stood, fisting the thin strap of lace in my hand and tearing. “But I want inside you first.”
She sucked in ragged pants, her creamy pussy dripping in the soft moonlight like a goddamn vision.
“What would daddy think if he knew a stranger was fucking his little girl?” I slid a hand down the crack of her ass. Her hands scrabbled at the flat wall, trying to gain purchase, soft whimpers cascading from her lips. “So wet, aren’t you, princess?” I said as I rose quickly, I wanted to see her face.
She nodded fiercely, and I snaked a hand around her neck and pulled her against me. My chest pressed flat against her back, I slid a finger into the hot, wet pussy that had been dancing in my mind all night.
A soft moan tumbled from her lips, and her eyes fell closed as her head tipped back against my shoulder. “Yesss…”
“Your pussy is greedy for me,” I murmured into her hair, using my thumb to press at the tight bud of her ass. “Anyone ever touched you here? Anyone ever had what’s mine?”
She shook her head, thighs beginning to shake as she teetered on the precipice of another orgasm.
“Good. Once I have you, Bryn, everything changes.” I tipped her head to meet my eyes, pressing our lips together in a soul fucking kiss. “Are you ready for that?”
She pulled away, teeth dragging across my lower lip before she clamped down, nipping just enough to cause pain. “I’m ready. Are you?”
My cock vibrated behind the zipper of my pants. My fingers worked in and out of her, deeper, faster, fiercely.
“I’ve been ready for you since the instant I laid eyes on you.” I pushed the pad of my thumb against the tight ring of muscle at her back entrance, enjoying the way she bucked and moaned, fingers grasping at my forearm as she begged for more.
I slipped a third finger into the hot, wet hole of her gorgeous body, hooking my fingers in the depths of her until she was shuddering and clutching for more. In one smooth movement I pressed my thumb into her ass, filling her at both ends, fucking her in fast quick motions. My lips attached to her neck, holding her to me as I hooked my other thumb in her mouth. “I want to own every piece of you, Bryn. I take what’s mine, I give more than I receive, and I’m about to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. Intense things.”
“Please, yes, please. Fuck me, Brodie. I need it. I need you.”
Her words catapulted my body into action, my only goal to make her cum fast and hard and then again even faster and even harder the second time.
I could spend a lifetime pleasing this woman and it wouldn’t be enough.
“You like being filled up by me, Bryn?”
She nodded her head in reply.
“Good.” I nipped at her earlobe. “I can’t wait to fill you up even more, until you’re dripping with my cum.”
Her legs shook and buckled from beneath her then as an orgasm pummeled her body. I caught her in an embrace, and she draped her arms around me, nuzzling into my neck as her chest heaved with satisfied, labored gasps. “Oh my God.”
I thrust one of the fingers that’d just worked her to an orgasm into her mouth, forcing her to suck. “You’re a fucking vision.”
I covered her lips in a kiss, molding her to me, tasting her, showing her how a man should kiss a woman.
With everything in him.
“Can we do that again?” Bryn’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
I laughed out loud, feeling something inside my heart loosen and come free as I did. “It’s getting pretty late; we should be getting back to the city.”
I slid her down my body, making sure she was able to stand on her own two feet.
She pressed her hands down her dress, straightening the hem before turning away. “Right.”
“I just need to get the car back tonight…” I frowned as she began to walk away.
“I guess I didn’t mention this, but I’m staying here tonight. In my old room. My dad has this stupid brunch thing planned tomorrow, so you’re free to go back into the city if…well, if you have another job or something.”
I nearly choked on my own fucking tongue when she said that. Another job. Right. She was still under the assumption I was an escort. Somewhere along the way, I blurred the lines and forgot that I was not who she thought I was.
“No job. Just the car.” Bryn paused by a side door that led into the big house. If she ran away now I’d never find her. And maybe she didn’t want me to. She thought I was an escort, after all. And didn’t sex have that power? The feeling of being desired, attracted, even the post-endorphin rush of an orgasm all led to feelings of bonding and love. And that’s certainly not what this was. Not how she felt about me…
“Thanks for the date tonight, Brodie.” She was still staring down at her shoes. Damn, how had this evening turned so sharply?
“Yeah.” I pushed a hand through my hair, feeling utterly fucking hopeless because I couldn’t read this beautiful girl’s mind.
“Drive safe in that death trap,” she teased, hand on the doorknob.
My heart pounded in my ribcage as I backed away a step, then another.
“It’s a classic,” I breathed, not at all sounding lighthearted like I’d meant to. Turning, walking away from her right now felt like too much. Too soon.
“Bye, Brodie.” She waved, but I was pretty fucking sure I saw tears shimmering in her eyes.
“Bye, Bryn.” I half-waved, stopping myself from running back to her.
I shouldn’t run back to her, right?
I should let her go.
I should do a lot of things.
But doing what was right didn’t always line up with what I wanted, and what I wanted was her.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
And every night after that.
Bryn turned away, opening the door into the house.
Bryn.
Bryn.
Bryn.
I launched forward and spun her in my arms.
“Brodie!” she squealed, but her arms went around my neck instantly.
I lowered my lips to hers, sucking on the bottom lip before sliding my tongue past the seam and coaxing her to melted butter. “I forgot to thank you for the fantastic date.”
Chapter Eight
Brodie
“I thought you had to get back to the city,” she breathed.
A sideways grin tilted my lips. “I’m off the clock, babe. It’s just you and me now.”
Her fingers drew circles around my broad shoulders, and suddenly I was desperate to find out what that dress would look like on the floor.
“Come upstairs with me,” she said.
“Lead the way.” With my hands at her waist, I followed her through the house where even the staff had emptied out after the elaborate dinner they’d served on the back lawn earlier. I snuck a hand up the back of her dress as we climbed the stairs to the second floor. I grazed her wet pussy with my knuckles, feeling more dampness surge down her thighs.
“Oh...my....” She whimpered and her steps faltered.
I pulled her to me, catching her ear. “A man touches a woman like I’m going to touch you, everyone in a three-mile radius knows he’s fucking her. Can you keep quiet, Bryn?”
She shuddered, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You were mine the second I touched you. It’s written all over that sexy face of yours.” I caught her chin between my fingers. “Consider yourself claimed.”
Her bottom lip turned a shade of light pink as her teeth clamped down on it. “How many women have you said that to?”
“None, Bryn. You’re the only woman that’s made me want anything beyond what I already have. Every part of this date has been real.”
I touched my lips to her cheek.
Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the hallway.
“I need inside you.” I guided her a few steps back, saving her from those impossibly high heels by hoisting her curvy body against mine as I walked, thighs circling my hips as her hair cascaded in a halo of waves around both of us.
She was an angel.
She was my angel.
“This is my childhood bedroom.” She gestured to a closed door and I nearly nut inside my pants. I caught her eyes, warm depths gleaming back at me...pulling me in.
Just like they’d done the very first time I’d laid eyes on her in that reception area.
I had to tell her.
I couldn’t keep living this lie.
I didn’t think she’d be mad.
Bryn was a forgiving person, right?
Well, the fact was, I didn’t know.
But I was about to find out, because kissing her lips one more time without coming clean about everything felt like allowing something poisonous to take root between us.
“Bryn?” I stood on the threshold of her room, hand reaching for hers.
“Hi.” She put her other arm around my neck and pulled me into her bedroom with her. I kicked the door closed just as her lips met mine.
“Jesus.” I brushed her lips. “I can’t think straight around you.”
“Then stop thinking.” She backed away, pulling one strap of her dress down her shoulder.
My cock burned in my pants, begging for release. I’d barely kept my cool fingering her under the table, how the fuck was I going to tell her what I needed to now?
“Bryn, I have to tell you something.” I advanced, closing the distance between us. I couldn’t not touch her if she was nearby—I’d learned that already. My hands went to the soft curve of her hips, her head tilting as she took me in.
“Spill it, Casanova.” Her hands dipped to the buttons of my suit coat, fingering them free then sliding the garment from my shoulders.
“Okay.” My cock throbbed. Her hands were working my belt now, naughty little thing that she was. “I didn’t see you for the first time today.”
Her hands dropped from my belt.
Oh shit, what was happening?
“What?”
She was backing away now.
Fuck.
“My brother, he owns Elite Fling.”
She was still backing away, pulling the strap of her dress back over her shoulder.
No. I still needed to lick that precious, creamy, newly naked spot.
“So you work for your brother?” Her eyes narrowed.
Christ, my brain wasn’t working right.
“Yes.” God, the way she looked standing in the moonlight was incredible. “No. I don’t really work for him, no.” I shut my eyes, thinking this was coming out all wrong, but I was suddenly completely fucking tongue-tied around her. Why? Maybe because I’d hidden behind the role I’d had to play, the man who wooed the woman, showed her the time of her life, but the truth was, I hadn’t been playing a role. Every single moment had been just me and her, this entire time.
“Spit it out, Brodie. Wait, is that even your real name?” She crossed her arms, then, drawing further into herself.
“Yes, that’s my real name. Danny is my brother. He owns Elite Fling, I help him with the computers once and awhile. I was there on the day you came in. I saw you through the window.” I stepped closer, eager to get this last part out and my hands on her again. “I begged him to let me take you to the wedding. I didn’t want you to go with an escort. You deserve better than that.”
“And you’re better?” She tipped her head to the side, still glaring at me.
“A helluva lot better.” I slid my palms up her arms, gliding beneath the thin straps of her dress.
“So all of that out there?” She pointed to the yard where a band still played and guests still mingled. “Was that real? Or not? I mean, I just spent the whole night coming to terms with the fact that I had a thing for a hooker. You’re gonna have to explain this to me a little more.”
I laughed. Her sarcasm was as sharp as ever. “It was real. All of it was real. I can’t not be real, especially with you, Bryn. I’m the man I am, the man you saw. I’m simple. I work on computers, fix shit, hack once in awhile, drink too much beer. But Bryn, I know how to treat a woman.”
Her gaze softened as I cupped her cheeks, and my smile deepened as I stroked the dark hair at her temples. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you, and after seeing you in the reception area, I couldn’t resist you.”
Her mouth twitched then, something that almost looked like a smile. Definitely happiness.
“I want to stay with you tonight. We’ll get a hotel nearby or drive back to the city. I want whatever you want.” I kissed one eyelid, then the other.
“I want you,” she breathed, pressing herself against me. “What about the car?”
“Fuck the car.” I slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders and watched it pool in soft folds at her feet. I cupped one of her gorgeous tits in my palm, anxious to wrap my lips around the nipple and listen to her scream.
“Brodie…” She clutched at my hair as my lips covered her nipple, her back pressed against the cool window that overlooked the front of the property.
“Shh… I don’t want everyone to know what it sounds like when you cum, princess”
I bent to one knee and hooked her leg over my shoulder, shoving her higher up the window as I ran one long lap through her soaked lips.
“Making you cum just became my new favorite sport.” I caught her clit between my teeth, nipping and tugging before swirling to soothe away the bite left from my assault. “The minute I saw these heels I wondered what they’d feel like wrapped around my neck.”
Bryn’s hands dug through my hair.
“Ready to cum, sweetheart?” I cooed, swiping at my belt and sliding it around her wrists, wrapping softly as I grinned up at her.
“Yes.”
“Tell me who owns you.” I tightened the leather and watched as it bit into her wrists.
“You do. You own me, Brodie.”
“Mmm. What happens if I send you down to breakfast tomorrow with my cum on your lips?”
Her eyes burned back at me. “You own me, Brodie.” Her lips touched mine. “I’ll do anything you tell me to.”
“That’s my girl.” I melded my mouth to her pussy in a greedy kiss. Sliding and dancing, I sucked and swirled until I had my fill of her. Her hands crushed in my hair, her moans fueling my need, I fucked her with my tongue until she was shaking just at the edge of release. Crushing her body against mine, I stood and carried her to the frilly double bed. “Fucking on your childhood bed—that’s kinky, baby.”
She nipped at my lips, her hands fumbling with the button on my pants before dragging the zip past the ridge of my cock.
“God, I don’t have a condom but I’m clean.” I sucked at the hollow of her neck, desperate to sheathe myself inside her without looking back. Plant my dick, bury my seed, claim her cunt again and again, but loving her came first.
“I’m clean. I was tested earlier this year, but Brodie…” She sucked at the shell of my ear. “I’m not on birth control.”
I almost blew my load for the hundredth time tonight.
Damn, something about Bryn brought out the caveman in me.
“Jesus.” I rested my forehead against hers, trying to control my hammering heart. “You can’t just say things like that to a guy like me.”
Her sweet, soft fingertips threaded in my hair. “A guy like you?”
“A guy that wants everything with you. Spending today with you made me feel like I’ve never felt before. Made me want things. Things like first dances, and babies, and mini-vans. Tell me you’re unprotected, tell me I can knock up this pretty pussy of yours,” I growled against her soft lips. “That does things to a man.”
Bryn grabbed my cock in her soft hands.
“Sweet Jesus.�
� I kicked my pants down my legs then tore my shirt over my shoulders.
“You’ve said that a few times and you’re not even inside me yet,” she giggled up at me. Her hair spilled around the soft pink pillow, her gorgeous, heavy tits round and begging for my mouth.
“That’s changing right now.” I groaned while cock nestled perfectly between her legs.
I ran the tip up her drenched slit, dragging circles across her clit and soaking myself in her juices. “I hope you're ready for us, baby.”
Bryn’s hands, still bound with my belt, looped around my neck, dragging my lips to hers and sliding her tongue past them. I angled my hips, dragging my dick once again through her soaked folds before edging the tip past her entrance.
“Oh God,” she whimpered at my ear, her hips working against mine as I pushed into her further and further. “Oh my God, you’re so big, Brodie.”
I thrust again, unable to control myself before burying myself to the very end of her. I swallowed her scream at the intrusion with my mouth. Resting my forehead against the heated skin of her chest, I breathed, “You feel so fucking good, Bryn.”
Her teeth scraped the shell of my ear, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my balls. Our rhythm synced to a furious pace, our bodies smacking together, soft moans, stifled only by the occasional reminder to stay quiet, echoed off the walls around us.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said against my ear.
“What? Fucking in your bedroom?” I sucked at her neck. “In the bed where you used to touch yourself when you were younger?” I thrust a little harder, the image of her snaking her fingers between her thighs and drawing an orgasm out of her body nearly too much for my fragile mind to handle. “I think you like being a little reckless. I think it makes your pussy wet, Bryn. Being dangerous, the thought of getting caught, all those people outside while my dick is buried inside you.”
Her lips crashed against mine, and without a single word I had my answer. I snaked a hand between us, sliding the rough pad of my thumb against her sweet little clit.
“Cum, princess. Let me hear what being owned feels like.”
Soft groans fell over her lips. Her legs shook as her thighs locked around my hips. Her orgasm crashing with my own as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and pumped every last ounce of cum I had into her. Coating her sweet, unprotected womb, I came in violent jets, harder than I’d ever cum in my life. My chest ached, my thighs shook, my vision swam with her smile, her hair, her eyes, her.
