by Ella Brooke
I ignored the question about who the date was with, but I still ran my mouth. “Can’t move it. I already booked a room at the Madison.”
Fucking tequila. It never made good decisions.
Chapter Eight
Sophia
I ran through my mental checklist one last time. Nerves and excitement bubbled like a living thing inside of me. I’d been useless at work all day, surreptitiously reading articles on my phone about what I should be expecting from the night that lay ahead.
It wasn’t the first time that I’d read articles on the subject, but now that I was actually about to lose my virginity, it seemed prudent to double check them. There was a mixed bag of opinions, tips, and warnings, but there were several things that people agreed on across the board.
As a result, I’d bought new underwear that made me feel sexy, shaved my legs, and tidied up my naughty bits. I also purchased an economy-sized box of condoms and two different kinds of lubricant, one water based and one silicone based.
A couple of the girls online were of the opinion that the prophylactics were the guy’s responsibility, but I wanted to be fully prepared, and it was the twenty-first century. I wasn’t going to depend on Brett for anything other than pleasure.
A lot of it. Hopefully.
Luckily, Mark wasn’t home when the time came to leave, so I didn’t have to hide my overnight bag or my nerves from him. My official cover was that I was probably going to spend the night at Beth’s, so he shouldn’t worry if I didn’t come home.
I hated that I was lying to my brother. It left a bitter taste in the back of my mouth and a hollow feeling in my tummy, but it was a necessary evil. I was hours away from getting what I’d wanted for years, and while it made me feel like a selfish troll, there was no way that I was passing up on the opportunity.
My blood felt like it was getting hotter, the closer the time came, and it was practically volcanic by the time I pulled up outside the hotel and handed my keys to the valet. Brett had texted me the room number earlier, and I punched the number for the penthouse floor when I got in the elevator.
The hotel was fancy as anything, but I barely noticed the marble floors and modern steel finishes with sleek leather furniture and pops of color from flowers and decorations. My skin was alive with electricity buzzing over it, and my body sang with awareness and desire.
Brett opened the door the second after I knocked, looking insanely hot in washed out blue jeans that were artfully ripped and a dark gray button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His feet were bare and his hair still damp from the recent shower.
But it was his eyes that got to me most. The way he was looking at me like I was dessert and he’d been on a diet for a decade, like he wanted me more than an alcoholic wanted their next drink or a drug addict their next fix.
“You look fucking amazing,” he said gruffly, tugging me close and kicking the door shut behind me. The room around me faded into the background when Brett brought his hands to my face, holding it with surprising gentleness and leaning down to brush my lips with his.
“You look terrible,” I joked, trying to create some distance between us and lighten the intensity in the room.
Brett smirked, but put a finger to my lips. He knew exactly what I was doing, and he wasn’t having it. “Not tonight, Soph. Okay? Just relax. I’ve got you.”
As if to prove his point, he pulled me in for another kiss. Much deeper this time, skirting my lips with his tongue and groaning when I allowed him access. He kissed me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with deep, slow strokes until I relaxed completely against him. Melting into him, my body molding to his until the world had completely zoomed out of focus again and there was nothing but us. But him.
He tasted like spearmint and something uniquely him, something that I was fast becoming familiar with and craved as much as I did my next breath. The smell of soap and man surrounded me, intoxicating me. Brett’s arms wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. Then he lifted me without breaking the kiss and carried me to the bedroom.
It was only once we got there that he set me down next to the bed and broke apart from me. He took a step back, his eyes dark with lust as he let them roam freely over my body so hungrily that it was like he’d been fighting against doing it for his entire life. His tongue darted out, and he actually licked his lips, sending a jolt of desire through me that landed with a rush of moisture between my legs.
Without a word, he made a “turn around” motion with his finger, and I did. I would do whatever he wanted, as long as he kept making me feel this sexy. This wanted. Like I was finally being seen.
He grabbed the zipper of my dress, sliding it down while moving my loose hair to the side to kiss the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. I tensed when the dress started falling to the floor. I was about to strip to my underwear in front of Brett freaking Kelly.
A dream come true? Absolutely. But I suddenly wondered if the sight of me in my underwear was going to finally drive home what we were doing here and send him running from the room. Or worse, what if he got a look at me in my sheer, lacy underthings and didn’t like what he saw? I’d seen some of the girls he’d dated, and they were all next level gorgeous. One was an actual supermodel.
But Brett being Brett, he read me like an open book and pressed himself close to my back as the dress pooled between us, his rock-hard erection pushed into the small of my back.
“You’re beautiful, Soph. So fucking sexy that I’m dying over here.” He thumbed my nipples through the thin bra, drawing a gasp when he pinched down on one. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about that sound, and I can’t wait to hear it over and over again.”
He licked a path along my neck, all the while reassuring me in a voice that was becoming raspier and raspier, punctuating his words with kisses. “You taste so fucking good. Like honey and vanilla. I can’t wait to get my first taste of your pussy.”
My stomach clenched, and my insecurities started falling away faster than I could count as he kept talking. “It’s killing me to take this slow, but this is all about you. Turn off that brain of yours for one night and just feel, baby.”
The term of endearment peeled back the last of my worries, bringing comfort and warmth back to the moment. As if he could sense it, which he probably could for all that I knew, his hands gripped my hips, and he turned me around to face him again.
Without breaking eye contact, he unhooked my bra and let it slide over my shoulders and fall to the floor with my dress. He kept his eyes on mine for a second longer, as though checking or searching for doubts or any sign that I was uncomfortable or wanted him to stop.
I wasn’t, and I didn’t. In fact, if he stopped, I was liable to kick him or something. Brett smirked, then let his eyes drop, sucking in a quick breath when they saw my bare breasts. He leaned in, laying soft kisses on my lips, bringing his hands up to palm my breasts. My nipples hardened under his attention, each stroke of his thumbs over them echoing in my core.
“Sensitive?” he asked.
I nodded, my teeth capturing my lower lip as I tried to hold back a moan. One of his hands slid down my side to my thigh, massaging the soft skin there before moving to cup my mound over my panties, the lace not counting for a damn thing to hide my arousal.
“Fuck, Sophia. Do you have any idea how wet you are?” He groaned against my mouth, sliding the thin strip of material away to sink a finger into me. “Holy shit, that’s tight.”
I gasped, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I lost myself in the haze of pleasurable sensations he was eliciting with only one damn finger. I shivered, arching my hips into his hand for more as I tried to absorb the raw pleasure as he stroked. A low moan fell from my lips when his thumb pressed down on my clit.
He wasn’t even naked yet, and I was ready to lose it. It wasn’t fair, and yet, I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. I would fight off a pack of wild dogs if I had to, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. My breathing bott
omed out, uncontrollable gasps and groans ripping from my lungs.
“Lay back on the bed, baby,” Brett whispered against my ear, bracing my back with one of his arms as he gently laid us both down. His fingers kept making their magic, and the pleasure mounting inside me became almost impossible to control. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to counter the onslaught, but Brett’s free hand went for them immediately and spread them open again.
He was lying by my side, propping his weight up and sliding a leg over mine to keep my thighs from clamping down on his hand.
“Stop trying to fight it,” he whispered in my ear.
I whimpered and writhed, trying to gain some semblance of control over the storm brewing in my body. “It’s too soon.”
“There’s no such thing. Come for me, baby. Let me see you come for me.” Sensation and pleasure converged. My body was crumbling, spiraling out of control as Brett kept whispering low words of encouragement. “That’s it, Soph.”
Shit. When I touched myself like this, it felt good. But it felt amazing when Brett did it. I had no choice in the matter. When he told me let go, I did.
“Brett!” I screamed, over and over as my entire being was reduced to an intense, focused pinpoint of pleasure.
It felt like a minute or a lifetime could’ve passed, by the time my breathing slowed, and I became aware of the kisses Brett was planting on my neck, my jaw, and my ear. He smirked when he lifted his head and reached my gaze, but his eyes colored with concern, mixed with near unbearable lust.
“You okay?” he asked.
I barely managed a nod. Brett’s breathing was almost as erratic as mine, quick and harsh. Getting me off seemed to have turned him all the way on. The orgasm was still reverberating through my body when Brett raised himself up, holding his body over mine by propping himself up on his elbows.
Still fully clothed. That was unacceptable.
“I know that I’m new to this, but doesn’t having sex require you to be naked, too?” I croaked, then cleared my throat to at least attempt to sound sexy.
Brett started kissing his way down my body, looking up at me from my chest. “You don’t want me to get naked yet.”
“Yet?”
“Yet,” he confirmed. “Once my pants come off, there’s no way I’m not getting inside you immediately. I have the self-control of a legend, but it’s dangerously close to snapping as it is. You’re too damn sexy for your own good.”
“So, let it snap,” I groaned. “What if I want you inside me immediately?”
Brett sucked a nipple into his hot mouth and twirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. My back arched and nearly came off the bed to prolong the contact for as long as possible when he started lifting his head.
“Patience, Love. We need to make sure you’re going to be as comfortable as possible later on. You’re obscenely tight.” Sweat dotted his brow, and the restraint in his muscles was clear. He was holding back, trying to give me the first time he’d promised, but even though I was still coming off the most epic orgasm of my life, I was aching to have him inside me.
“Obscenely?” I asked.
Brett flashed me a smirk, but it was tight. “Don’t analyze or criticize my choice in words right now. The only thing I can think about is making you come again. I want that taste now.”
He lingered on my breasts for a moment longer, then continued his downward trajectory, finally kneeling between my legs and spreading them open wide. Being on display like that should’ve made me uncomfortable. Somewhere deep down I knew that, but somehow, it didn’t bother me with Brett. He made me feel safe, taken care of.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, so low it was almost a growl. “Hang on to the sheets, Soph. I’ll be getting acquainted with her for at least one more orgasm.”
Then he leaned forward and licked a straight line from the bottom of my seam to the top, like I was his favorite flavor of ice cream. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and blazing heat spread from my center as Brett kept lapping at me. Way too soon again, the stars turned into fireworks, and the heat became volcanic waves of pleasure that had me screaming his name while he anchored my hips to the bed and licked me through yet another intense orgasm.
It was only once my body had stilled and my breathing started to even out that Brett leaned back on his heels, admiring me for a second before he crawled up and gave me a deep kiss. I tasted my own bittery sweetness on his tongue, but it surprised me that it didn’t turn me off. Not in the slightest.
Nothing that could be said in the same phrase as the words Brett’s tongue ever would. Hell, now that I knew what he could do with it, how was I ever going to look at him again without getting horribly turned on?
“Why thank you,” Brett said, smiling darkly as he slid off the bed. “I’d be happy to keep going if you want?”
“I said that out loud?” I breathed, feeling my cheeks grow warm from more than just two fantastic orgasms.
“You did.”
I was thinking of a retort or a joke that would cut through my embarrassment when he stole my breath. He shed his clothes with quick, determined moves that were somehow still slow enough to give me time to appreciate his body.
All of him, but especially the part I hadn’t seen yet. His cock was thick and long and a little angry looking. My breathing sped up when I realized that that thing had to fit inside me. Somewhere. God only knew where, cause I sure as hell didn’t.
Tilting his head slightly, it looked like he was waiting for an answer.
Oh. He was. “Maybe later you can go down on me again. Right now, I want you.”
“Your wish. My command. All that.” He smirked.
There was a rip of a foil packet, then he sheathed himself quickly and propped himself up over me, perching on his forearms. He positioned himself between my legs, and his head parted me gently. He looked deep into my eyes as he slowly pushed in. “You gotta tell me if anything hurts, okay? Talk to me, Soph.”
I nodded, but I couldn’t get any words out. The pressure and the feeling of being filled was intense. So intense that tears welled in my eyes, and Brett stopped immediately, kissing the corners where the tears lay.
“Is it too sore, baby? Talk to me. What’s going on?”
I didn’t want him to stop, but I was going to have to find my words if I wanted him to carry on. “Not too sore. Pain’s not really there. Just full. So full.”
“Okay,” he said. “Gotta warn you though, that’s literally only the tip.”
“Shit.” Where the hell was I supposed to go with all the rest of it, then?
Brett leaned his forehead against mine, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll go slow.”
And he did. He pushed into me at pace so damn slow that glaciers moved faster, but I appreciated him all the more for it. There was a sharp tug and a moment of searing pain, but Brett kissed me through it, soothing me. When I felt so full that I was sure I was about to split in half, Brett groaned and stilled completely.
“Hey Soph, could you look at me for a sec?”
Somewhere along the line, my eyes had fallen closed as I focused on taking all of him. I wedged them open and found Brett staring down at me, his irises almost completely swallowed by his pupils. Seeing him that affected, by me, by my body, and the super fullness that was pressing up on every inch inside of me, I needed him to move.
Brett didn’t seem to agree. He smiled when I opened my eyes. “All good, baby?”
“I am, but please don’t tell me there’s more.”
One side of Brett’s mouth curled up higher. “There isn’t.”
“Thank god.”
Brett smirked, dropped a kiss on my nose, and grew serious again. “You ready for me?”
“Please.” My body answered as surely as my words, my hips bucking up. He did as I asked, thrusting slowly, but with purpose.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, do you have any idea how
good you feel? You’re gripping me so damn tight.”
He established a rhythm, rocking into me with deep strokes that slowly, impossibly I would’ve thought, had my body begin to build again. I tensed, released, and I knew that I was going to come again.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
He bent his head down and kissed me, shifting so that he was angled perfectly. With his tongue in my mouth and his dick buried so deep in me, I felt more connected to him than I would’ve thought I could be to another human being. Possessed by him, protected by him.
In that moment of unguarded connection, I gave him what he wanted and let go. My body spiraled through the orgasm, and the world around us fell away as my body closed around him.
Brett pumped into me, each thrust deeper and longer, penetrating me to my very core. I felt his muscles tense under my hands, his thighs quiver against mine, and I just knew that he was about to come, too.
When he did, he cried my name, and his cock twitched deep inside me. It was the single most beautiful thing I thought I’d ever experienced, seeing Brett come apart for me.
I was lingering in a post-orgasmic daze for what felt like hours after we were done. I’d honestly thought it was bullshit when people said or wrote about such things, but Brett had proven the struggle to be real. My eyes were falling closed, and Brett’s breathing evened out. Then, a voice outside made my blood freeze in my veins and my eyes pop wide open.
Brett and I sat up at the same time, but where I was so panicked it felt like I was going to choke on it, he was calm and confident.
Pointing toward the bathroom, he simply whispered, “Go. I’ll take care of him.”
He even patted my ass when I scampered over him to collect my dress and underwear from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.
“Brett, it’s me, open up!” Mark called out again, banging on the door as loudly as my heart was thundering in my chest.
