Bedroom Games

by Jill Myles

  He was the perfect man for me.

  It was just a shame that I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d fooled around with Tesla Spooner on The World Races, and by doing so, had dicked over his partner.

  I still didn’t trust him. I realized this even as his mouth slicked over mine. At the moment, though, I didn’t care one bit. It was all about now, all about the moment, and I was determined to enjoy it.

  His hands moved to my hips, grasping my body and pulling me flush against him, and I forgot everything but the pleasure of his touch. I felt the press of his cock against my flesh, a hard bar of need. It excited me, and I slid my hand between us and rubbed at him.

  “Kandis,” he breathed against my mouth. “You sure you want this, baby? No going back if we do this.”

  I melted a little at his words. There was that “baby” again. And he was asking me again, making sure that I wanted this just as much as he did. I knew he did; the proof of his desire was hot against my palm. So I squeezed him and then stroked downward. “Afraid I’ll be disappointed?”

  His mouth curled into a cocksure Brodie smile. “Nope.”

  I grinned. I loved that confidence in him. “I think you should prove it.”

  “I think I’m about to.”

  “I’m hearing a lot of talk, but I’m not seeing a lot of action,” I teased him.

  “So you need to see to believe? I can help you with that.” His fingers dragged at the spaghetti straps of my tank top. “But first we’ll need to get rid of all this.”

  I shivered at the graze of his fingers on my skin. There was something so right—and inherently delicious—about Brodie’s touch. I held my breath when he slid the strap down my arm, baring my shoulder, and then he leaned in to kiss my skin. Scrumptious, scrumptious man. I arched against him, letting the tips of my nipples brush against his shirt. They were so hard that they poked through the thin fabric of my tank top.

  “Look at these beauties,” Brodie said, and he cupped one of my breasts. His thumb rolled my nipple through the fabric. “They look like they’re just begging for attention.”

  Shocked pleasure coursed through me, and I whimpered, pressing against his hand. He felt so good. “You going to keep ignoring them?”

  His thumb kept rubbing, over and over, each caress of the pad of his thumb sending an aching pulse straight to my pussy. “I don’t know. Is this driving you crazy?” He rubbed my nipple again, and his face leaned in close to mine, his eyes hazy and glazed with need. “Cause I kind of like driving you insane, Kandis. Feels like giving you just a little of what I’ve been going through for the past few weeks knowing I couldn’t touch you.”

  My breath was coming in sharp little pants. “Been driving you wild?”

  “You kidding me?” He paused and pinched my nipple between his fingers and then rolled it back and forth in a way that made my body jolt deliciously. “Every time I went in the workout room and you were doing one of those little Zumba routines, shaking your ass? Every time I woke up and felt your body curled up next to mine? Every time you got wet in that pool and I saw your ass in a bikini? God, yes. Fucking jerked off to you so many damn times.”

  I dragged my arms around his neck, pulling him against me. I loved hearing that I’d been driving him insane. Hearing that turned me on almost as much as his touch did. “You’ve been making me crazy, too.”

  “Have I?” He breathed a chuckle. “Sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re hanging out in the pool with Jendan and whispering with him.” Brodie’s mouth lowered to my neck and he began to lick and suck on the soft skin there.

  “You jealous?”

  “Of a wealthy, successful stuntman who’s in cozy with my woman? Abso-fucking-loutely,” he said, and then he sucked so hard on my neck that I whimpered. It felt like his tongue was on my clit. God, that was incredible. I’d have a hickey in the morning, and I totally didn’t care. Let them see that Brodie and I were together. It didn’t matter anymore now that it was just the four of us in the house.

  “You don’t have to be jealous,” I told him. My fingers dragged at the collar of his t-shirt. “He’s a friend, that’s all.”

  “He’d better be,” Brodie growled against my throat, and then he nipped at the tendons of my throat. I gasped, surprised at how good that felt. I’d never paid much attention to the neck as an erogenous zone, but Brodie seemed to know exactly how to touch me.

  I chuckled and slid my fingers under his shirt sleeves, feeling the muscles of his arms. He was taut under my grasp, no hint of flab. Nice. I liked a man that worked out. I dug my nails into his arms, appreciating the lack of give under them.

  In response to my pawing, Brodie kissed my collarbone and his fingers tugged at the collar of my oversized sleep-shirt, dragging it down until he exposed one breast. His mouth slid there, and then he began to suck on the tip with the same intensity that he’d worked on my neck.

  I was lost.

  A moan rose from my throat, and I clenched my hands against him even harder, unable to help myself. His mouth on my sensitive skin felt so incredibly good. His tongue teased the underside of my nipple, swirling and licking it with little flicks designed to drive me wild. He continued the motions, over and over again, even as his other hand covered my other breast began to tease it with his fingers.

  I pushed my head back, leaning heavily against the door. Oh God. “Why didn’t we do this weeks ago?”

  “Fuck if I know,” Brodie said against my nipple. He teased it with his teeth, eliciting another gasp from me. “Damn, but you have some pretty breasts, Kandis.”

  I slid my hand back to the front of his pants and rubbed his cock again. If anything, it felt bigger than before. Ooh. “I want you naked.”

  “I want you naked, too,” he murmured, nuzzling my nipple. Then, he bent to his knees and began to slide my panties down my legs.

  I had to fight not to buck my hips as he kissed the skin he revealed. Instead, I pressed harder against the bathroom door, needing the strength to stay upright. My knees seemed ridiculously weak and unable to support my weight, and every kiss that Brodie pressed to my skin eroded that strength a little more. Then he was sliding the fabric past my hips and down my thighs, and I inhaled sharply, waiting.

  “You smell incredible,” he said, his fingers caressing down my thighs as he stared, eye level, at my sex. “All soft and musky and ready for me.”

  For some reason, that made me flush with embarrassment. He could smell my arousal? I pressed my thighs together a little more tightly, feeling self-conscious.

  Then he buried his face between my legs.

  I gasped, utterly startled at his action. We’d had oral sex on the bed, of course. Brodie loved to lick me for hours, mostly because he knew it drove me crazy with lust. But that had, up until this point, been under the blankets and with me on my back.

  Standing up with my back against the door, him kneeling before me as he tongued my pussy, panties around my ankles? It had a wicked carnality to it that blew my mind.

  I was apparently not the only one with my mind blown. Brodie groaned as if dying, and his tongue pushed against my sex, flicking and lapping. “You taste so good, Kandis. You going to come for me?”

  I writhed against the bathroom door, my hips trapped by his hands and his mouth. “I want you inside me,” I panted. “I don’t wanna come until then.”

  He pressed a kiss to my flesh. “Tease.” But he got up from his kneeling position and stood in front of me with another roguish smile, his mouth wet and gleaming from my juices.

  I pulled away from the door, moving forward to kiss him. When I moved to his mouth, though, he simply licked mine, and I tasted my arousal on his lips.

  And I shivered. “Your turn to get naked.”

  He nodded and tugged his shirt over his head, and I made an appreciative sound at all that muscled flesh bared to my touch. My mouth watered every time I saw all that tanned skin, and I moved forward to press my lips to him in light, appreciative kisses
as he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. He dropped his clothes a second later and kicked them off his feet, and then he dragged me against him.

  We were naked flesh to naked flesh, and his skin was warm against mine. Shivers moved through me, and I moaned against his mouth, entranced by the feel of him against my body. His cock pressed against my belly, the head wet with pre-cum. He was as turned on as I was.

  “Condom,” I reminded him.

  His hands flexed on my ass, clenching it in his hands and then kneading my buttocks even as he continued to kiss my neck. “But that would mean I’d have to let go of you. And right now I like holding you too much.”

  Such sweet words coming from such a playful man. He knew just where to hit below the belt, didn’t he? I leaned forward, unable to help myself, and rubbed my aching nipples against his chest.

  He groaned and rubbed my ass harder. “You’re so gorgeous, Kandis. I swear you leave me breathless every time I see you. I could wake up next to those beautiful eyes every morning for the rest of my life.”

  To think that cocky Brodie Short got all sentimental when he made love. I giggled. If he got sentimental in bed, it seemed I just got bolder. I slid my hand lower and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my grasp. “Let’s just focus on here and now, huh? And right now, I say…get a condom.”

  He groaned and tried to thrust his cock, his movements hampered by my grip. “You going to put it on me?”

  “Yes,” I told him. I needed him inside me right away, and if I left it up to him, he’d be all sweet words and caresses for hours, and I’d go slowly insane. We could have sex fast and then slow down later, when two in the morning rolled around and the cameras went off. So I slid out of his grasp and turned to the bathroom cabinet, opening it and peering inside. There were stacked toiletries of all kinds in there, and in the back, a box of condoms.

  I reached for the condoms. As I did, Brodie grasped my hips from behind and thrust his cock against my ass. He held my hips and pushed against me, mimicking what he wanted to do to me.

  And oh God, the suggestion of it was almost as good as the real thing. I whimpered, bracing my hands against the sink as he pushed against me.

  “You’re distracting me,” I protested, all breathless with need. “Bad, naughty Brodie.”

  “More like bad, naughty Kandis,” he told me, and slapped my ass with a crack of his hand. “Turning all this deliciousness towards me. You’re such a tease.”

  I leaned forward, pressing my ass even further into the air as I opened the box of condoms. I enjoyed Brodie’s pained groan and the way his hands ran all over my buttocks and thighs, as if he couldn’t stop touching me. I loved that. He made me feel incredibly sexy and desirable, mohawk and all.

  I lifted my hips a little. “I’m never going to be able to put this condom on you if you don’t let me go.”

  “Patience, woman,” Brodie said, and I felt his big hands fit around my hips. “I’m having my way with you.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. This ass is downright magical.” He pushed me a little higher, until I was totally braced against the sink. My thighs parted and he pushed his cock between them, and then he was rubbing his length up and down the slick heat of my pussy. “Can’t help but touch you, just a little.”

  Forget the condoms. I leaned forward so he could rub me even more, not caring that my cheek was pressed against the faucet and this was a downright uncomfortable position for my torso. All I cared about was lifting my ass a bit higher into the air and letting him torment me.

  “You like that, baby?” Brodie’s voice was low and husky, and I felt his cock thrust against my flesh again. He didn’t penetrate, just teased.

  I whimpered my pleasure, my fingers wrapping tight around the condom packet I held.

  “Look at this sweet, juicy pussy,” he murmured behind me. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, and I parted them even more, eager for his touch. “It’s just begging to be filled, isn’t it?”

  I rolled my hips. “You going to fill me?”

  “I’m going to stuff this pussy full of my cock,” he told me. I felt a finger brush against my opening, and I cried out, bucking with need. “But my cock’s pretty big. You ready for me, Kandis?”

  I felt that finger slide deep, testing me out, and I moaned, closing my eyes with the pleasure of it. “I’m ready.”

  He ignored my request and thrust with his finger again and then added a second one a moment later. “I don’t know, this pussy feels pretty tight to me.”

  My knees went weak, and pleasure shot through me all over again. It was delicious…but not enough. I growled in frustration, clenching my hands. “Torturer.”

  “Maybe.” He seemed pleased at my frustration.

  “You want me to beg you? Is that it?”

  “Mmmm, the thought of you begging does make me all hard, I admit.”

  I reached backward, the condom tucked between my fingers, and skimmed my hand along my ass-cheek. Then, I dragged my fingers on my flesh until I was pulling my ass apart, displaying my pussy for him. “Please fill me, Brodie.”

  He groaned deep, and his fingers thrust again, his movements ragged. “God damn, but you don’t play fair.”

  “I need you so bad,” I said, letting a girlish whimper of need into my voice.

  “God,” Brodie groaned again. I felt his fingers leave my pussy, felt him snatch the condom out of my fingers. “I’d ask you to turn around and put this on me like you promised, but I don’t think I can wait.”

  I was panting with need and anticipation, my hand clenched on the porcelain of the sink to steady my body, the other still holding my flesh apart for his gaze. I rolled my hips again. “Then don’t wait. Come take me against this sink and fuck my brains out.”

  To my delight and relief, I heard him tear the condom open, felt him shift behind me. About damn time. I bit my lip with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his skin against mine.

  It came a moment later, and I shuddered as I felt his cock press at my flesh. He didn’t enter me, simply poised at the core of my entrance and waited.

  I groaned. “Not playing fair, Brodie.”

  “Just wanted to hear you ask for me one more time.”

  “Please.”

  “How can I resist that?”

  He pushed into me, just a little, only the head of his cock sinking in to my body. I cried out, gasping because it felt amazing…and at the same time, it didn’t feel like nearly enough.

  I thought I’d been tortured before? That was nothing. This was exquisite agony. “Give me everything,” I told him. “Don’t hold back on me now. Not after all this time.”

  Brodie’s hand slid up my back, caressing my bared skin. “You can’t rush beauty like this, Kandis. And I’ve got the most incredible view before me.” His voice was strained with need. “All this smooth skin and gorgeous woman before me…I should savor this.”

  I was going to die if he savored this any longer. So I bucked my hips and moved backward, trying to push him further into me to sate the need he’d set fire to.

  He groaned, and pushed into me a little more. “You’re not good with the whole ‘savoring’ thing, are you?”

  “Absolutely not,” I breathed and lifted my hips again. “Dessert first is my motto.”

  “Well then, fuck all that,” he gritted, and plunged to the hilt, impaling me under him.

  I cried out, stiffening. My fingers clenched as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. His hard thrust had taken me by surprise—and it was so fiercely delicious that I nearly came from that alone. “Oh god, yes.”

  “Beautiful Kandis,” Brodie murmured, and then he groaned with pleasure. “You feel so good. Never thought you’d feel better than you look, but I was wrong. You’re heaven. Pure, sweet, angels-singing-to-me heaven. This incandescent flesh could make a man weep.”

  “Quit talking and fuck me,” I panted. God, why was this man not hammering into me? Instead, he was spouting freaking sonnets to
my ass. I wanted to giggle with how adorable it was, but I bit my lip. Laughing when a man was fucking you wasn’t appropriate, no matter how cute he was.

  He thrust again, pushing so hard that I bounced against the sink. “Yes, ma’am,” Brodie said, and the teasing returned to his voice. “Less jawing, more thrusting.”

  And he drew back, then sank deep again.

  I moaned, tilting my head back with sheer pleasure. “Just like that.”

  “Glad it meets your approval.” Brodie’s hands smoothed down my back again, and then he began a rhythm: slow, steady, and utterly maddening. With every thrust, he seemed to fill me up just perfectly, and the sex was quickly moving from ‘talky’ to ‘heavenly.’ I began to raise my hips to meet his movements, and my entire body quaked with each forceful slap of his body against mine.

  He knew just how to work me, his relentless, driving thrust making my body wild with desire. I forgot about the game, about televisions, about everything but the man over me effortlessly fucking me toward an intense orgasm.

  I could feel it building, nebulous at first, and then growing stronger with each perfect, deliberate stroke into my body. I gasped, my body clenching in surprised pleasure at how speedily he’d worked me to the edge of an orgasm. “Right there,” I cried out when he rolled his hips and hit me in the perfect spot.

  He only thrust harder.

  I came, my body quaking, pussy clenching around his cock. I panted, gasping for breath as the release rolled through me. That had been intense.

  But Brodie didn’t show signs of slowing down…or stopping. I should have realized it. The man was a champion marathoner at oral sex; why would he be any different at regular sex? Instead, he continued to hammer into me, his movements strong, sure, and hitting all my pleasure points.

  And my orgasm just continued. I moaned, startled as the release just kept going…and going. “I think I’m coming again.”