The impulse to put both hands at the neckline of her dress and rip the thing off her was way too tempting. Fuck the zipper. That was a civilized guy thing, and right now, he was feeling every inch the primitive man.
When he hesitated, the primal beast took over and shoved his civilized side away. He really couldn’t help it. She brought out shit inside him that he didn’t know was lurking.
The sound the fabric made when he tore it open made her gasp and flinch. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he grunted as the material hung on her hips.
The soft, pale skin on her back bared to his gaze hit him like the sound of a starting gun. Clutching her shoulders, he pulled her close and kissed a line from one shoulder blade to the other. Heather trembled and softly whimpered and next thing he knew, his teeth went nuts. She liked him to bite her, and he was happy to oblige.
Bolting from his grasp after he’d quite thoroughly marked her shoulder with lusty bites, she took off down the hallway, swinging her hips in clear invitation. At the door to her bedroom, she turned around and shimmied out of the torn dress leaving it in a pile on the floor. With a graceful wave of her hand, she murmured, “After you,” and waited for him to pass.
He liked her bedroom. Despite the no-nonsense act she put on, Heather possessed a sensual side that was evident in her private space. Not a lot of overkill happening—just a huge bed, a couple of nightstands, and a side chair in one corner next to an enormous armoire. There was a padded bench at the foot of the bed. The fabrics on she chose were soft, luxurious and like her—unique.
In every way that mattered, this was her comfort zone. By inviting him to essentially take her in this intimate space, she made him damn glad they’d waited all these weeks. Now, where was he? Oh, right. She’d lost the dress with more than just a little help from him. What was next?
Taking a seat on the upholstered bench, he tested it with his hand then sent her a salacious look..
“Hungry yet?” he asked.
She sighed, her eyes moving briefly to the thick bulge that was making it hard to sit. When she looked back at him, he waggled his eyebrows. “That’s the main course. I suggest you start with some nibbles first. Work up to stuffing your, uh, mouth.”
Though she swayed slightly, he was damn proud of her when she swaggered forward, ready and willing to meet the challenge he was throwing down. She’d taken him in her mouth before but not in any significant way and certainly not for more than a few quick minutes. He’d always assumed she just didn’t like doing it. He was intrigued and wildly turned on that she seemed more than just a little willing now.
“I’m not very good at this,” she admitted in a small, uncertain voice.
Well, goddamn. Really? That was what all the vacillating was about? Okay. Looked like he was wearing his instructor hat.
Scoffing at her pitiful admission, he took her wrist and pulled her till she stood between his spread thighs. “You’re very good at it, honey,” he assured her. “You just need more practice.”
He didn’t expect her soft chuckle or the way her eyes lit up when she teased, “Practice makes perfect?”
“You’re perfect already.” He knew he’d said the right thing when a smile curled her lips.
Putting her hands on the buttons of his shirt, she started to release them one by one. Halfway down, she murmured, “I think my appetite is returning.”
Good. Glad to hear it ‘cause her mouth was about to get real busy.
She got all serious about removing his clothing and watching her was hot as shit. Maybe it was her little sighs or the cute way she was nibbling on her lips as concentration etched her face. Or just maybe and quite possibly, it was the black lace lingerie on skin gone pale from the lack of winter sun that got him fired up.
After removing his shirt, she walked to the side chair and draped it over the back. Smoothing the fabric, she lingered for a second then returned to him. When she glided to her knees, he almost choked to death with desire. What was it about seeing her like that, kneeling before him, that was so damn exciting?
Next, she worked on his boots, tugging until the first one slid off. The way she handled the leather fascinated him. Unless he was mistaken—and she’d actually indicated several times that his thoughts on this were correct—his woman rather liked the boots and jeans look. Thank god, ‘cause once he got her ass to Arizona, she’d discover right quick that flannel, leather, and denim were everyone’s uniform of choice.
When his feet were bare, she shocked the holy shit out of him by bending over and dropping a soft kiss on each one. Her hair brushed his skin and when she sat upright again, he was struck by the look of serenity on her face. Somewhere between fucking like animals and taking a page from a 1950’s dating guide, she’d become his personal geisha. Fuck, yeah.
“I think you have to stand up now,” she murmured.
Stand? Oh, right. Levering upright, he looked down at her as she sat on her feet with her hands clasped in her lap. When she touched her stomach and grimaced, he grunted as she smirked adorably. “That’s my tummy growling.”
He couldn’t believe she was playing along. The differential pose and silky voice were a new side to Heather. He’d been right to push. This wasn’t an act—it was the real deal.
Even though he knew what was coming next, he still sucked in his gut when her hands reached for his belt. How he stood still while she unhooked the buckle and then the button on his jeans was pure bluster on his part. It was all he could do not to take over and move things along. The sooner she sucked him into her mouth, the better.
As she worked the zipper, he wondered if women take some class to show them how to drive a man insane. She pulled the damn thing down so slowly, he was sure she was counting each metal tooth, with a cheeky grin plastered on her face.
“Sorry,” she quipped when his erection pressing against the fabric halted her progress. “Is there a technique for this that won’t cause any … damage?”
She was having way too much fun and the sly smirk almost got her a serious over-the-knee swat.
Grunting was all he could do at the moment. “Got David Beckham protecting the goodies, remember? So just yank the damn thing and get on with it.”
“Ah,” she cooed. “So what? You bend it like Beckham and no harm, no foul?”
She. Was. INCREDIBLE. “You let me know after I fuck your throat.” Shit. He didn’t meant to answer like that. Too crude. Too much like before when all they did was fuck. Luckily, she gave him a pass when she snicker-laughed at his choice of words.
Zipper finally undone, she slid her hands into the waistband of his jeans and guided them down his legs, then waited while he lifted each foot free. When all that remained were his briefs, she smiled up at him. His field of vision took in two things. Her radiant expression and the ri-goddamn-diculous bulge in front of her face.
WELL, THIS IS all kinds of sexy, she thought when a spectacularly prominent erection contained by white cotton filled her view. Black lace and white cotton. Stories were written about stuff like this, right?
“Don’t let this go to your head,” she drawled as she looked at his massive thighs and well-defined chest. “But you have a beautiful body.”
His sexy smirk unleashed a wave of desire that flooded her panties. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, m’lady.” Palming the bulge, he leered, “Ready for the next course?”
Nodding a bit too enthusiastically, she wet her lips and reached for the waistband of the briefs. Right away, she realized that pulling the underwear off in one swipe wasn’t possible. Not with the ridge of flesh stopping her progress.
“Easy, baby,” he groaned. “Unless you’re okay with getting an eye put out when the beast is released, I suggest you go slowly.”
Release the beast? Was that like freeing the Kraken? She almost laughed at the joke until she felt the heat coming off his flesh when her hand encountered his manhood.
“Ohhh,” she gasped when his magnificent shaft appeared. Good god. Talk about bei
ng up close and personal. He was … Unf. He was perfection. Big. Masculine. Sexy.
Unsure what to do next now that he was completely and most gloriously buck ass naked, she sent a nervous glance his way.
“What you’re seeing is all for you. Put your hands on me, woman. And don’t be shy.”
A rush of excitement filled her. She did this to him. Mesmerized by the ferocious strength of his erection, she took him in her hands and explored the tumescent flesh with eager fingers.
He was hard, of course, but soft and warm at the same time. Ridges and veins marked the length of his shaft like a seductive road map. She traced them with a reverence that banished her nervousness.
My god. This beautiful, glorious part of him would soon be inside her. More moisture released into her lingerie as her body readied for the inevitable.
He took her hand and moved it to the round spheres beneath the shaft. They were heavier than she expected and warm to the touch. He showed her how to caress him there before closing his big hand on top of hers when she stroked his length. The strength of grip that got him panting with need surprised her. When he released her hand and she was on her own, a part of her that existed only for him bellied up to the bar and took over.
A droplet of clear fluid seeped from the tip of his cock. She stared, completely captivated. With both of her hands busy, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked it away. Brody’s rumbling growl rolled along her nerves.
What did he tell her? Start with nibbles? Sounded reasonable. Using her tongue and lips, she traced his manhood, taking a nibble here and leaving a lick there. She heard a moan and felt him strain for more. Exploring his swollen flesh with the flat of her tongue, a couple of long, unhurried licks left her soaking wet and growing bolder by the second.
Oh, my god. He tasted so good. And so different. She eagerly licked, sucked on, and swirled her tongue around the soft, wide head with the thick ridge. He grunted and reached into her hair. She felt his cock pulse in her hand and then shit got real. He groaned again; only this time, it was the sound of sensual torture breaking free. And she liked it. Liked it very much.
Licking his rigid staff, she adored every inch then lifted it out of the way so she could concentrate on the inch of sensitive flesh where shaft met balls. He almost jumped out of his skin.
When the hand in her hair became more insistent and his hips bucked slightly, she felt like the empress of pleasure. The feelings he brought out of her were blissful and empowering.
Right then, she wanted it all. Every grunt, moan, gasp, gag, and pulse. She wanted to know the sensation of this magnificent cock abrading her tongue as he thrust into her mouth. She longed to feel the sexy, fat head she’d been sucking on explore the back of her mouth. She knew that when she gagged, the constriction on his flesh would test his control.
Placing a wet kiss of pure adoration on the tip of his manly cock, she shifted, angled, and opened wide—taking him into her mouth as they both groaned in the silence. From there, she took them on the sensual journey of a lifetime.
Leaving nothing on the table, Heather went for it. All of it. Surprised by how much pleasure she got from his frustrated growling and knowing she was the one with the power as his cock pushed deeper and deeper, she’d never felt sexier. Not even the ribbons of saliva covering her face and neck or her choking gags were unwelcome.
Lost in a haze of lust that took her out of time and place, she was dimly aware of his big, powerful hands on her head. His hips bucked; she remembered to breathe as he held her in a firm grip and fucked her mouth with loud grunts of pleasure.
She loved every second of it. Feeling powerful and submissive to his desires at the same time, Heather surrendered totally. In no time at all, he lost control in rather spectacular fashion.
Bucking wildly, he forced her head onto his cock over and over then growled so loud she was sure he woke the dead. With his beautiful manhood nudging her throat, he held her still as he came in her mouth. Feeling the pulsing of an orgasm that went on and on, she swallowed every drop while watching him through eyes struggling to focus as he took his pleasure.
She was an absolute mess when he was finished. Tears, sweat, drool, and his essence smeared her face and trailed down her neck and chest. Her hair was tangled and sweat dampened. She was also shaking slightly and deliciously aware of his taste on her tongue.
He just stood there, staring down at her with an expression of astonishment on his face. She made him look that way, and despite the awful picture she must be making, she never felt more beautiful in her entire life.
BRODY WAS IN shock. Or close to it. What started off as a game of seduction ended with them stepping into a level of intimacy he wasn’t sure she could handle. Boy, was he ever wrong.
At one point, when his dick was ramming her throat, he almost stopped her so he could finish inside her. She’d been so into sucking him off that he didn’t doubt she was wet and halfway there as it was. But man, when she gagged and her throat tightened on the head of his cock, he saw stars and just couldn’t stop.
Did he intend to come in her mouth and expect her to swallow his pleasure? No. His inner gentleman must have dozed off or something. That was the only way he could explain what just happened. Rather remorselessly face fucking a working girl in Singapore while on leave was one thing. Making his girlfriend choke on his dick was another thing entirely.
Thing was … she seemed happy about it. No, wait. Not happy. Radiant. Yep. That was it. She looked positively luminous. He wanted to imprint this moment in his memory forever. Heather. On her knees gazing up at him. Hair everywhere. Mouth swollen. Tears and spit all over her face. And looking stunningly beautiful.
“Was that … I mean, did I …” Her voice drifted off. Great time to be shy.
“Did you what?” he asked quietly. She questioned him with her eyes. “What do you think you just did, Heather?”
He used her name for a reason. This wasn’t honey, m’lady, good girl territory. This was all that shit stripped away. This was the raw stuff at the center of everything. Either she got it or she didn’t.
Her shoulders straightened. Yeah. She got it. Pushing some dampened hair away from her face, she wiped the corners of her mouth and ran her hand over her chin. Then she looked at him and locked expressions.
“I wanted to pleasure you,” she replied in a much stronger voice.
He snorted. Close enough. Cupping her chin, he held her gaze. “And you did.” She smiled happily. God, she was making this too easy. “So this was only about my satisfaction? My pleasure?”
Her eyebrows bumped together. At that moment, he knew he was right about her submissive nature. It was a singular experience, to be the sole focus of such an erotic scene. She’d been magnificent despite some initial nervousness. Yet he knew she enjoyed herself despite it being all about him. Her pleasure in what went down was clear to see.
“Well, yes.” She nibbled a lip. He stopped the action by swiping his thumb across her mouth and releasing her chin.
Hmm. How could he get her to see the bigger picture and not scare her shitless?
“So before … when we were texting about you being punished. Spanked. Bent over and taken without regard to your pleasure. You were excited by those things?”
Her hesitation was two parts adorable and one part cock-hardening hot.
On a deep inhale, she nodded and murmured, “I was.”
“Did you hope we would make love tonight?”
Brody was surprised when she looked at him wistfully and groaned, “I want you inside me every night. You have no idea how badly.”
He swallowed hard. Damn. The need radiating from her was so thick and heavy; he could feel it.
“But you weren’t sure. Right?”
“No,” she groaned. Hanging her head, she confessed, “You said we had to wait, so …”
“So you just let me fuck your mouth without any expectation of … satisfaction?”
“Oh, no!” she started awkwardly. �
��It was immensely satisfying. I never knew…”
“You liked sucking my cock.” It wasn’t a question as much as it was a statement of fact that made her nod enthusiastically. “And you’re surprised you liked it. But still, you didn’t ask for anything. Your pleasure, from what you’re telling me, was about giving me pleasure.”
Her eyes darted all over the place. She was fitting the pieces together. He knew where the thoughts, questions, doubt, and conclusions would lead. This wasn’t going to be easy for her. Six weeks ago, one thing defined Heather’s life. Control. Right now, she was taking her first steps into a different world.
After a couple of tense, silent minutes, she looked at him. Clear-eyed and confident, she replied, “Yes.”
“Is that something you’d do with someone you didn’t care about?”
“No.”
He could see the future opening up right in front of them “I know you aren’t ready to say the words, and I’m not expecting you to. But I will ask you this. And I want an honest answer.”
She nodded. He could’ve helped her up, but it seemed right that he asked her this while she was on her knees.
“Who do you belong to?”
The struggle in her response was real. If she gave him this one thing, there’d be no turning back.
“I’m scared.”
“Good. Be scared. Don’t run away from what you’re feeling. But being afraid isn’t the end of the world. You’ve survived much worse than a little fright.”
Awe, pride, admiration, and respect filled him. Considering all she’d been through, all she lost, her fearlessness was staggering. He’d known plenty of fearsome warriors in his time. Big, shit kicking motherfuckers with balls of steel, but they all faded into insignificance in the face of this gentle lady. It should have been him on his knees at her feet.
“I belong to you. Damage and all. If you really want me.”
Okay, so maybe some of that fearlessness wobbled a bit at the end. Understandable. Bitches liked romance, after all, and a little reassurance was money in the bank.
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