Irreparably Broken

by K J Bell

  A sly smirk crawls up the corner of his delicious mouth, and his tongue slips across his bottom lip. “Sunshine, you and Jake had sex, but trust me when I tell you, tonight’s going to be your first time.” His voice is husky and raw as he plants kisses on my neck between words. “The first time you know what it feels like for someone to own your body. The first time a real man makes love to you until you scream so loud the heavens hear you. And the first time you’ll understand exactly what you mean to me.”

  Holy hell! There is a puddle in my panties now, and I swear I’ve stopped breathing. I enfold his neck in my arms, slamming my mouth against his just as he opens the door to room 214. Our teeth collide, and he chuckles. He lifts me into his arms, his mouth never leaving mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes the door shut with his foot. I fling the flip-flops from my feet, and they fly through the air, bouncing off the wall. As he carries me to the bed, I thread my fingers in his hair and start kissing along his jaw and down his neck. I nuzzle in close and inhale through my nose. God, he smells incredible. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Brady Hunter.

  He lays me down on the bed gently. I slide up the mattress on my back and rest on my elbows, watching him. I’m smiling like a lunatic. With his eyes trained on me, he kicks off his boots and crawls up my frame. Bracing himself above me, he crushes his lips to mine once again.

  I lift the bottom of his T-shirt, and he props himself up on one hand, reaching over his head with the other, pulling off his shirt from behind. With my mouth partly open, I bite my lip when my eyes follow the happy trail from his navel to his waistband before tracing the line with my finger. I run a hand softly over his tattoos and consider asking about them. I don’t.

  My fingers pull on the button of his jeans and release it, and I slowly slide the zipper down. I slip my hand into his pants, palm him through the thin layer of his boxers, and the sexiest sound falls from his lips. His readiness for me sends an involuntary moan through my smile.

  When I pull on his jeans and start to slide them off, Brady grabs both my hands and pins them above my head. His weight collapses into my body in the most satisfying way. His desire presses into my inner thigh. With one hand he holds my wrists above my head. Making use of his free hand, he slides my shirt up, drawing in a loud breath when he sees my white lacy bra. One-handed, he unclasps the hook in front of my bra and frees my breasts from the cups. His eyes scour over both breasts, and he groans.

  “Oh, God, please,” I moan.

  “I take my time, Sunshine.” Sex drips off his tongue. He’s way too good at this. I consider briefly about how that is and then shove the thought away.

  “I thought we were done torturing each other. Just fuck me, Brady!”

  I surprise myself with my brassiness. I’d never been vocal with Jake. Then again, I’d never experienced this sort of need with Jake, either. With Jake it was just going through the motions, because that’s what we were supposed to do, what other girls my age were doing. With my legs clutched tightly around Brady’s hips, I shamelessly rub against his jeans for some relief, though it does nothing to ease my aching core.

  He lets out a soft laugh as he kisses one of my nipples, and both of them pucker instantly. He grins up at me. “This is not torture. This is bliss, Sunshine. Lie back and enjoy it, because I plan on making you come so hard you can barely breathe, and only then am I going to fuck you.”

  “Oh, God, Brady.” I toss my head to the side and suck in my breath.

  With the hand that is not currently holding my wrists, he gently palms the side of my breast and presses into my nipple with the pad of his thumb. My nipple tightens further at his touch, and he starts circling his thumb around it. Torturously slowly he continues this, and when I’m sure it’s too much to bear, he removes his hand and takes my already-sensitive nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes as he lightly circles his tongue around the tense flesh. The ache surging through my body is enough to send me into oblivion, and he’s just getting started. His mouth leaves my breast but hovers inches above it. His warm breath blows against my nipple each time he exhales, teasing me. I tilt my head down to look at him. His deep green eyes meet my gaze as his hand softly strokes my bare thigh.

  “Breathe, Tor.” He laughs traitorously before taking my nipple back into his mouth, teasing and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

  I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut. “Brady, oh, God, please,” I beg. That’s right. I beg without shame. I need him to know just how much I want him.

  His mouth leaves my breast, dropping light, soft kisses down my body, stopping to dip his tongue in my navel, faint erotic noises leaving his lips along the way. He yanks on the waistband of my shorts, removing them along with my panties in one swoop.

  Sitting back on his heels, he smiles devilishly as his eyes sweep over me. I squirm under his heated gaze and groan my frustration. Brady chuckles, and then his fingers begin circling my clit.

  “Oh, God, yes!” I breathe.

  "Fuck, Tori, you're so ready for me," he hisses.

  “Duh!” I shout sarcastically. “Now will you fuck me, please?”

  Instead of answering he laughs and mumbles something that sounds like “patience.” And then two of his fingers inch into me slowly. My hips leave the bed in a desperate attempt to ease the burning inside. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper as my hips fall back onto the bed.

  He stands and puts his fingers in his mouth, the ones that were just inside me moments before. Oh. My. God. I’ve never, ever seen anything as sexy as this man in front of me, tasting me. Slowly, he draws his fingers from his mouth. He tilts his head, gazing down at me. “Very nice.”

  He drops his pants and boxers simultaneously to the floor. I gasp involuntarily at the sight of him. He’s huge. I gulp, wondering how the hell that’s going to fit inside me. It’s been over a year, and Jake was significantly smaller. It’s clear to me now that Jake has envy issues.

  Brady grins as though he knows where my thoughts are, and reaches up under my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees. His heavy eyes follow his hands as they wander up my thighs and over my stomach. Oh, my God. My eyes slam closed as I grip the sheets. His head descends south, and I realize what he’s about to do.

  No one has ever done this to me before, and I have no idea what to expect. My entire body burns as nerves mix with desire. His warm tongue touches my clit, and I nearly black out. He licks up and down, side to side, lapping and sucking. My insides climb to the brink of orgasm, and I fist my hands into his hair, urging him to stop before I lose all sense of this earth. The sensation is literally too much to endure. Brady doesn’t budge as he continues taking me to a place I’ve never been before. When his delicious tongue slips inside me, it sends me sailing over the edge. I moan and scream incomprehensibly. Warmth gushes out of me. What the hell? I’d never felt this with Jake. My entire body trembles beneath Brady and I let go, shaking and moaning. My toes curl and my body bucks once and then again. My thighs vibrate uncontrollably. Even when I’m sure he’s going to stop, and I can fold up into a ball, he continues, and I start slipping away to that place again and I may never return. When I push against his head to stop, his hands wrap firmly around my wrists, and he shoves them into the bed next to my hips, holding them there, pinning my legs with his forearms. He’s going to kill me – I’m sure of it.

  Brady keeps edging me closer to another orgasm, and right when I’m going to explode, he stops and starts the whole slow process again. When I can no longer tolerate the pleasure, and I’m sure it’s more than my body can cope with, he stops and pushes me back up the bed. With hooded eyes, he climbs on top of me, crawling up my body, and sinks his face in my neck. I smell my scent mixed with his. Brady Hunter is the sexist man I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait another second for him to make love to me.

  He whispers my name and mumbles into my hair. I can’t answer him with anything more than “mmm,” as I have forgotten how to speak ac
tual words.

  “I want you so badly, but I didn’t bring any protection.”

  I grin sheepishly and dig my nails into his shoulders. “I’m on the pill, Brady.”

  He lifts his head, pushes some sweaty strands of hair from my face, and kisses my forehead. “I always use protection.”

  Averting my eyes, I muse over what he’s just said. “You mean you’ve never had sex without a condom?”

  “Never.” He turns his head and sighs.

  The realization of sharing something with him that no one else has hits me, sending a new wave of desire through me. I grab his chin and pull his head toward me. “A first for you, too, tonight, Brady Hunter, because if you think not having a condom is stopping this, you’ve lost your damn mind. Inside me now, please.”

  He chuckles, his lips returning to mine. I taste myself on his lips as he kisses me softly. He does exactly as I requested, entering me slowly, stretching me, his breath fast and his eyes fixed on mine. He rocks against me, and I arch my back to meet his hips.

  Within minutes, I fall to pieces, forgetting where I am and who I am. “Oh, God… Oh, God,” I scream, and Brady was right about my “firsts” – I’m sure the heavens can hear me. I don’t care who hears me. “Don’t stop… Oh, God.” A moan leaves my mouth in a long continuous hum, and every inch of my skin tingles. When I finally return from the land of Utopia, Brady’s eyes are on mine, and he smiles. He knows he's satisfied the ache I’ve felt for years when I’ve been near him.

  “You’re so beautiful, Sunshine.” He’s breathless as he continues to push in and out of me with a pleasingly slow rhythm, teasing my body with a promise of more to come. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve fantasized about this moment so many times, but the real thing is far better than anything I could have imagined. Watching you fall apart beneath me is the single most pleasurable thing I’ve ever seen or felt.”

  Brady Hunter has been fantasizing about me. His words make me tremble with pleasure, and I scratch my nails down his back. With a low growl, he increases his pace, pounding into me over and over, fucking me, climbing toward his own climax. Sweat drips from the tip of his nose, landing on my breast. My legs clench him tight, and I rock my hips into him, pulling him deeper into me. I can’t get enough of him. By the look on his face and the slight shaking of his body, he’s close.

  “Christ. You. Are. Killing. Me.”

  Seconds later, his entire body stiffens, and he slams into me one last time. The warmth of his release pours into me. Groaning loudly, he buries his head in the crook of my neck, and his body collapses on top of mine. We both lie there, completely spent and trying to catch our breath. I’m positive Brady Hunter owns me, and I cry. Yes, I’m crying over a guy, like I promised I would never do. This is different, though, as these are tears of pure happiness.

  Brady lifts his head, watching me, his eyes hard and worried. “Fuck. Are you crying? Did I hurt you?” He’s beside himself with worry and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears, a few spilling into my ears.

  “God, no, Brady,” I cry. “I’m just happy.”

  He smiles, relief washing over his face as he studies me with something new in his eyes, something possessive and raw. His lips kiss my nose, and I giggle.

  Here, with Brady, nothing else in the world matters. He has no secrets and I’ve never had my heart broken.

  He pulls out of me slowly and lies on his side, drawing me close. We cuddle, and his fingers walk up my belly to my neck. He mumbles a song that sounds like the music from a jack-in-the-box, which makes me laugh. He rolls to his back. I remove my tank top and then rest my cheek on his chest.

  “Sunshine?”

  I’m too exhausted to even bother complaining about the nickname. It’s obvious he’s sticking with it, and it’s growing on me. “Yes, Brady?”

  “You’re going to have to dump Harrison. I don’t share.” His voice is edgy, and his heart races beneath my cheek.

  I laugh. “Brady Hunter, are you jealous?”

  “When it comes to you, I’m extremely fucking jealous. I mean it – get rid of him.”

  This is the side of Brady that scares me just a smidge, the explosive side, the one I worry about. I roll on my tummy and place my palm on his chest. Resting my chin on my hand, I gaze up at him. His eyes don’t appear as angry as his voice. His finger trails down my cheek. “I’ll tell him we can’t date anymore, but I’d still like to be friends with him. We have to work together.”

  His finger tips skimming the small of my back make it impossible to concentrate. A seemingly innocent show of affection somehow means something entirely new after what we’ve just shared. “I’m fine with that. As long as he knows you’re only friends and he can’t touch you.”

  I draw circles softly with my finger on his chest, and drop wet kisses around his nipple. “He’ll know,” I promise, tracing the outline of his angel tattoo. “What do these tattoos mean?” His chest flexes, and I instantly regret asking.

  When he relaxes, I peek up at him. He gently runs his fingers through my hair, fisting a ball behind my ear. “I’ll tell you eventually, but I’m too distracted by your mouth to talk right now.”

  I catch his meaning, slide my leg around his waist, and climb on top of him. Straddling him now, I sit up, feeling his readiness beneath me. He groans his intent and brushes my hair from the front of my breast, draping it over my shoulders. His thumbs glide across both nipples. The low growl in his throat vibrates on the insides of my thighs.

  His hands dip into the curve of my waist, and his playful smile announces his expectation. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love this part of your body.”

  I smile at his compliment and begin rocking my hips, sliding up and down over him. Brady digs his fingers into the sides of my waist. His eyes comb my body intently. I lift my hips, reach down, and wrap my fingers around his arousal, pushing him slowly and deliberately inside me.

  “Yes!” Brady hisses beneath me. “God, you feel incredible.”

  I fall on top him, sealing our chests together. I’m full and satisfied as I lie on him without moving, enjoying the sensation. Brady pulls my knees higher up the bed and slides his hands under my bottom, lifting me a couple of inches off him. When I try to move back onto him, he stops me.

  “Don’t move.” His hands smooth over my bottom and he drags his palms all the way up the back of my body, circling my shoulders and down my arms until he meets my hands.

  With our fingers intertwined, he raises our joined hands above our heads, holding them on the pillow. My head is buried between his arm and head. My back is arched and my ass is in the air, like a cat when it stretches.

  “Stay just like that. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  He lifts his hips from the bed, sliding back into me slowly, and then stops.

  I whimper. “Brady.”

  A husky laugh escapes his lips, and he starts moving in and out of me, still pinning our hands above our heads. Each time he pushes inside of me, he hits a spot that sends a wave of absolute bliss rushing through me. As I lift my head, our foreheads touch and he looks into my eyes – a look I’ve seen many times before – drowning my thoughts in lust. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine, and my gaze never leaves his. The intimacy causes my heart to ricochet through my chest. I draw in a long breath and release it shakily. I’m not sure if it’s the slow pace or the angle, but I’m aware of every tiny ridge and muscle moving inside me. I can’t imagine how long either of us will last as he gradually pulls back and then moves even slower sinking back in. Before long, the slow rhythm becomes unbearable, and I cry out. I lower my body onto him, meeting his hips with a slap. As I climb closer to climax, my body craves friction, and I slam into his hips again.

  “Fuck!” He lets go of my hands, and grips my hips so tightly his fingernails dig into my skin. He stops me from moving, refusing to allow me to increase the pace. “I told you. I like to take my time.” His eyes grow darker, needier. It’s too intense and I slam my eyes
shut. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

  I do as he asks. My pulse races as my blood pumps faster. I moan loudly and scream out his name. He continues sliding in and out of me at a speed that is deliberate and nothing short of heavenly. It’s pure ecstasy, and I’m sure my body is going to combust with pleasure.

  “Come for me, Sunshine,” he breathes.

  I do. My thighs tremble and shake as waves of climax crash into me. As I scream Brady’s name, he cries out mine, jumping over the edge of his own release. I collapse onto him, my body utterly limp and unable to move, and I’m positive I love this man.

  That I have always loved him.

  And that I will never love anyone else.

  His fingers scratch lightly down my back, stopping at my hips and lifting me briefly while he slides out of me. I whimper in response and nestle in close to him. My cheek is on his chest, his heartbeat pounds in my ear. My breaths ease, coming slower and softer, and my eyelids are heavy as I drift off to sleep.

  Brady

  She fell asleep on me. Sleeping with girls I’ve done; falling asleep with them is something totally new. Something entirely different, and it’s unreal. This girl is completely intoxicating. My thoughts are a vise on my heart. I’m bound to screw this up. I can’t stomach the thought that I’ll eventually hurt her.

  I finally have her, and I’m not about to let her slip away. Maybe I’ll kidnap her and keep her in this room with me forever. There are worse places to be, like home. Inevitably, my past is going to rear its ugly head and attempt to destroy what we have if I’m not honest with her about it. I’m determined not to let it happen. As soon as I tell my parents that we’re together, I’m baring my soul to her. I’ve been a womanizing, hot-tempered ass most of my life, but she makes me want to be a better man, a stronger person, capable of standing up to my mother rather than covering up my pain with booze and sex. My mother’s reaction to this is going to affect Tori. She may even ask Tori to leave the house, because God forbid that anyone finds out she’s flawed.