One Up: Up Series Book 4

by Robin Leaf

  I worked her through the orgasm that just seemed to keep going. Once her spasms subsided, she slumped forward.

  “Lift up and stay right there, Cher.”

  I moved out from under her and grabbed one of the condoms I left on the night stand, rolling it on. Kneeling on the bed behind her, I pulled her hips backward and lined my cock at her entrance.

  “Hold on to the headboard, Cher. I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

  “God, yes, Brody. Hard.”

  “I will, just give me a sec.”

  I grabbed her hips and eased into her. I had to muffle my moans, which rivaled hers when she came. Two strokes later, I was fully seated.

  “You ready?”

  She nodded and greedily pushed her hips back to meet mine. So I moved, slamming into her repeatedly.

  One hand grasped her hip as I reached around her torso, grabbing her breast roughly and pinching her nipple.

  “You like it rough, Kaelyn? You like me to fuck you hard and fast?”

  She whimpered and nodded. “More.”

  I rolled my hips into her, forcing my cock to rub the spot that made her cry out. My mouth kissed along her spine between her shoulders, latching on and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I worked the red skin with my tongue.

  The hand holding her hip moved around to her clit, pinching it in time with the hand on her breast.

  She grunt-moaned, and I pinched both hands harder, rubbing her nipple and her clit between my fingers, pulling slightly, all the while hammering into her like it was my job.

  She stilled for a second right before I felt her squeezing my cock rhythmically, so hard, I saw stars. My balls tightened, and both hands abandoned their posts to grab her hips roughly and pull her toward me. I erupted inside her, coming harder than any man has ever come in the history of coming.

  I collapsed against her, trying to catch my breath.

  Her knees straightened, causing me to withdraw from her, and I rolled us onto our sides. I kissed her neck, shoulders, and back, and she sighed.

  “You still with me, Cher?”

  She turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder, smiling lazily.

  “I’ve never… it’s never, ever been like that.”

  A sense of pride overwhelmed me, and I smiled. “I’ll take that as a good thing.”

  “Yes, you really should. And once I can move, I’m going to brush my teeth and kiss the holy living shit out of you.”

  She yelped when I jumped off the bed and lifted her, sweeping her into the bathroom and setting her on the counter.

  Giggling, she scolded. “You need to stop that. I have been carried more in the last twelve hours than I have my entire adult life.”

  I shrugged. “I didn’t want to wait for you to kiss the living shit out of me.”

  After preparing both our toothbrushes, which were thankfully still on the counter from last night, I handed hers over. Who knew watching a woman brush her teeth could be so friggin sexy?

  We rinsed, and she looked down between us.

  “How can you possibly be hard again?” she asked, running her hands down my chest.

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me, running the tip of my cock along her slit to her clit. “The same way you’re wet again.”

  Her mouth enclosed over mine, and she made good on her promise. I let her do what she wanted in the kiss, licking and sucking my tongue and lips into her wicked mouth. She rendered me helpless, not even paying attention to the fact that the tip of my cock slipped into her slick pussy like he belonged there. And since he’d been inside her twice in the past eight hours, he thought he did.

  It was when she grabbed my ass and tried to pull me deeper that I realized what happened. I broke free of the kiss.

  “Hang on. We need a condom,” I whined, not really wanting to stop.

  She flexed the muscles of her pussy around me, causing me to groan.

  “Brody,” she rumbled in my ear, pulling my lobe in her mouth, “I haven’t had sex with anyone in three years, and physicals have come back clean each year. You said you’ve always been safe, so does that mean you’ve had sex without one?”

  “No,” I whispered. “I have never gone without.”

  She gripped my ass and slammed herself on me. “Now you can’t say that.”

  I whimpered, giving into her temptation, not even remembering why we shouldn’t. “God damn, you feel like heaven.”

  I felt her smile right before she started moving her hips slowly, enough to make me lose my mind.

  “I have another question,” she began, kissing from my ear to the corner my mouth, “if you don’t think it’s inappropriate or too personal.”

  “I don’t think you can get more personal than riding me bare, Cher.” I licked along her bottom lip. “You may ask me anything.”

  “Last night, you said you hadn’t… done that,” she nodded downward, “in a while. How come? You seemed to really enjoy it, and you’re a fucking master at it.”

  She thrust her hips forward, squeezing around my shaft tightly. I threw my head back and groaned. It was hard to formulate an answer with this slow and sensual stuff, especially with a move like that one. I mean I loved it, but the need to speed up so I could come was growing harder to ignore.

  But the one thing that could delay the inevitable was talking about my ex and her sexual hang ups while having sex with the perfect partner.

  Literally, perfect in every way.

  “If the girl is grossed out by the idea and says from the start that oral sex is off the table, there’s not much I can do about it.”

  “I have never met a woman who didn’t enjoy it,” she crooned in my ear. “So her loss is definitely my gain.”

  My lips found hers, and this time, I didn’t let her lead. I wanted to provide her my own good one before I took my next step. I pulled her knees up to her chest, and she moaned into my mouth.

  “Keep them here,” I commanded, and pulled out of her slowly, dropping to my knees.

  I dove into her pussy, my tongue spearing her, before licking up to her clit. I had learned from the previous two times that she loved a pointed tongue dancing across her clit quickly, and my purpose was to get her to come.

  I grabbed my cock, pumping it furiously. Her wetness still remained on it and made the process that much easier. I lashed at her clit, adding two fingers of my free hand roughly inside her.

  “Fuck. Brody.”

  I felt her tighten, but I pulled back, not wanting her to come yet. She tried to grab my head to guide me back, but I shook her off. I needed to catch up. When she reached up and began pinching her own nipples, I was totally on track.

  My fingers moved inside her again, and my tongue joined her clit. I felt her tighten again, and once I felt the first pulse, I stood, pumping my cock while she watched, and shot my come all over her pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  She squeezed my fingers tighter, shouting curses at a not very respectable volume.

  I stared at my handiwork, still rubbing my come into her with my thumb. I glanced up to see her watching, too, until she looked up at me with her big doe eyes.

  She grabbed my face and pulled me to her, plunging her tongue in my mouth. I knew she tasted herself on my tongue, and when she moaned, my very tired cock jumped in my hand.

  “I’ve lost count as to how many orgasms you’ve given me now,” she breathlessly mused against my lips.

  “I’m pretty sure I counted six, but it might have been seven. I’m not sure, but I think you may have come twice when I fucked you last night.”

  I felt her smile on my cheek. “Let’s call it seven then.”

  I grabbed a washcloth from the shelf next to her and turned on the water so it could warm up.

  “I kind of don’t want to clean you up. I like this,” I whispered, running my fingers through the mess.

  “What, that you marked me?” Her laugh seemed a bit incredulous.

  “Well… yeah.” I flashed a
sinister smile as I stuck the washcloth in the water. “Go ahead, call me a caveman, but I like the idea of leaving my mark on you, having some of me on you all day long.”

  From the look on her face, I could tell the thought turned her on just as much as it did me, but I knew she would deny it.

  I began wiping her gently, reluctantly removing all traces of me from her pussy. Oh, I knew she would feel me for a few days. I mean I’m not the biggest I’ve ever seen, but I’m definitely above average. I knew my presence would last.

  She was so perfect.

  She begged me to fuck her… hard, and she didn’t tell me to stop because she thought I was too big and insisted I was hurting her. It was a refreshing change.

  Maybe I should thank Kyle instead of wanting to punch him in his smaller dick. A lifetime of, “That’s too hard,” or, “Slow down, it hurts,” would probably get old.

  Hands grabbed my wrists. “Brody, I think I’m clean.”

  I realized that I had zoned, but I was still wiping.

  I tossed the washcloth in the sink and wrapped my arms around Kaelyn, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Babe,” she kissed my nose. “It’s almost nine, so we need to get moving. You need to go get a phone.” Kissing around my cheeks, she ended by my lips chastely and pulling back to look in my eyes. “And then, you need to go talk to Heather, alone.”

  Fifteen

  Kaelyn

  Brody helped me down off the counter and stepped back.

  “I really don’t have anything to say to her, Kaelyn.” He walked into the other room and began getting dressed. “She fucked my friend against the wall of my bedroom, one I hadn’t even shared with her yet. He said they’d been doing it all week, and God knows how long before that.” He turned around and looked me in the eye. “It’s over with her, end of story.”

  I followed his lead and started to dress, too.

  “Both of you need closure, Brody.”

  He put his arms through his t-shirt, but paused before pulling it over his head. “As soon as his dick came in contact with her, there was closure.” He finished putting on his shirt. “I’d much rather spend the day with you before I leave.”

  That thought warmed me. “Look, there’s nothing I’d like more than to spend it with you, too, but this looming unfinished business gives me pause. I need to know there’s closure for both of you before I can proceed… with us.”

  He was in front of me before I knew it, pulling me to his chest.

  “God, Kaelyn, please tell me that means you feel something between us, too.”

  I smiled against his chest.

  “I do.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Thank God.” He let me go and stepped back. “I’ll go see her, if for no other reason than to tell her to go fuck herself, if that’s what you need.”

  I smiled. “It’s what I think you need, Babe.” I walked over to the hotel stationery, scribbling my number quickly. “Here’s my number. You call me when the deed is done. We’ll figure out where to go from there.”

  He took the paper and pulled me toward him. “Deal. Then I’m pursuing the shit out of you, come hell or high water, Cher.”

  ***

  “So you fucked him and then insisted he go back to his girlfriend?”

  I rolled my eyes at Ruby, mostly for her question, but also because she was talking around the huge bite of Lucky Charms she just shoved into her mouth.

  “Yes… no.” I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. When I returned to the living room, she scooted over to make room for me on the couch. “Well, yes, but not like you’re implying.”

  “Girl, that was smart. I mean, I would have spent the day with him, making him give me as many orgasms as possible. You would have made up for your three sexless years before they get back together.”

  Okay, that thought stung, a lot. She didn’t know that it would though, so I couldn’t fault her for her honesty. I flopped down on the couch next to her and kept my response cool.

  “I don’t think that’ll happen.”

  “How do you know? Twenty-four hours ago, he thought he was going to ask her to marry him today.”

  She picked up the remote and hit the mute button casually, like she didn’t just say something that nauseated me. I looked down at my finger, which still held his grandmother’s ring, the one that I conveniently forgot to return to him. Quickly, I stuffed my hand under my leg.

  She shoveled more cereal in her mouth. “The way I see it, he loved her enough to want to marry her, so he might forgive a little indiscretion with his friend, especially since he had one with you to make it even.”

  I chuckled at her audacity and shook my head. “It doesn’t quite work like that.”

  “You sure? How do you know you weren’t his boomer-bang?”

  “A… boomer-bang?”

  “You’ve heard of a rebound? Well, a boomer-bang is the person that you bang before you go back to your ex.” She smiled and patted me on the knee. “It’s a win-win. You get the orgasms, he gets his boomer-banging revenge. Everyone leaves happy. No muss. No fuss.”

  I really hadn’t considered that he’d get back together with Heather. It never felt like a possibility… until this moment. The problem was I couldn’t hate her like I should. I really did like her, and I couldn’t imagine him telling her to fuck off like he said he would. She would flash those blue eyes and do some innocent Snow White thing. He could forgive her, and all would be right with their world, complete with dwarfs and woodland creatures singing, and here I was, the wicked queen, tempting the poor, innocent Brody with my shiny, poison apples.

  Fuck.

  I felt the tears welling, and Ruby noticed, which erased the smile on her face.

  “Oh, Kaelyn,” she placed her bowl on the side table and grabbed me in a hug. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Hon. I thought when you said you couldn’t date him, that meant you were out to use him just for a one nighter.” She leaned back on the couch and pulled me to her bosom, stroking my hair. “See? I knew you really liked this guy.”

  “Now’s not the time for an ‘I told you so,’ Rubes.”

  “No, you’re right. Now we plan for tonight. We gotta ring in 2017 with a bang. So, what do you want to do?”

  “You don’t have plans with Jacoby?”

  “No, girl, he actually was just a one-timer. I didn’t even get his number.” She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through her messages. “I gotta say I am over the Bourbon Street party scene, but there are several other parties we have been invited –”

  I tuned her out, pulling out my own phone, willing it to do something. Buzz. Ring. Ding. A message. A call. A notification from one of my apps that he wanted to connect. Anything would have sufficed.

  I realized Ruby had stopped talking, so I looked her direction. Her pitying look made me want to hurl.

  “Oh, Hon. I think I know what we need… one of our special jammie jams. Just like in college. PJs, a few bottles of tequila –”

  “You know I don’t drink anymore.”

  “In public, yes, but tonight, it’s a special occasion. We’ll stay here, indulge, and turn up the Prince songs and some Beyoncè. We can watch the ball drop and make fun of what people are wearing. I have Mean Girls, Easy A, and Friends on standby and a freezer full of M&M ice cream cookie sandwiches. I almost ate one of those bad boys for breakfast.”

  I smiled and looked down at my phone again, but she grabbed my chin and turned my face toward her.

  “Didn’t you hear how he talked about you at the bar? And I saw how he looked at you, Kae.” She bopped my nose. “He’ll call.”

  I nodded and forced a smile. “A jammie jam sounds perfect for tonight, Rubes. Thanks.”

  But the thought that kept plaguing me was that I had somehow lost Brody Heroux for good.

  ***

  I decided to keep myself busy, making a few phone calls to finalize the plans for Ciara’s party tonight. Even thou
gh I wouldn’t be there, it didn’t mean that I couldn’t make sure that everything would run smoothly. It’s a good thing I did, too, because that dumb ass Brittany hadn’t confirmed anything. I corrected some of her mistakes, then composed a pretty nasty email detailing all her shortcomings, which I painstakingly revised to sound more like constructive criticism, especially since I removed all the curse words before I hit send.

  Ruby still lived in the shotgun house we shared in college that was positioned in a gentrified neighborhood once abandoned after Hurricane Katrina. It was about a five-minute drive from the French Quarter. She was situated next door to a quaint little pizza shack, and she shared a back porch with Thomas, my good friend, who had just listed his house on one of those travel B&B sites for the times when he was out of town.

  She left to run some errands to fortify our PJ night, mainly a tequila run, and I asked her to pick up my pepper sauce. I was finishing up my social media updates when she returned and placed two bottles on the couch next to me, my pepper sauce and a bottle of Cuervo Gold.

  “Have you eaten yet?”

  “Not since this morning.” I checked the clock on my phone to see it was a little after two.

  “Then here,” she placed a pizza box from next door on the coffee table in front of me and opened it.

  My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. Mostly, pizza was just pizza. That’s because I’d never tasted any other like the slices from this place. There was something special about the recipe or the way they cooked it that just made it so damn good. The best thing about this pizza was it was way better when it was cold, but that didn’t stop me from shoving a fresh-out-of-the oven slice in my face.

  “God, I’ve missed you.”

  Ruby giggled. “You just had it a month ago.”

  “Like you with sex, that’s too long.”

  She opened the tequila bottle and poured two shots. Handing one to me, she clinked our glasses.

  “Salud,” she downed her shot, while I placed mine on the table.

  “You’re gonna want to drink that,” she warned. When I furrowed my eyebrows and cocked my head sideways, she added, “Please.”