One Up: Up Series Book 4

by Robin Leaf

  “You weren’t wearing pants, or panties for that matter.” He leaned forward and licked the stray piece of cookie from the side of my mouth. “And I absolutely got lucky. I’m angling to stay that way.”

  Smiling, I raised the last bite. “Keeping me supplied in these is a good way to start.”

  Thankfully, he wore easy-to-access sweatpants, so I reached down and pulled at his pants enough to reveal his cock. He hissed and squirmed when I rubbed the last bite of my treat along his semi-hard shaft.

  “Ah, shit… cold, Cher.”

  “Can you please lie still while I finish my before-brunch dessert?”

  I licked slowly from bottom to top, collecting the smearing of crumbs and ice cream along the way. By the time I had him cleaned, he was fully hard, so I sucked him down my throat and swallowed around him, causing him to groan, before sucking him clean all the way to the tip, releasing him with a pop.

  He cupped my chin. “You really do have a wicked mouth on you.”

  I batted his hand away. “Yes, and it has yet to be filled with what I really want to taste because both times you’ve stopped me, so sit back and let my wicked mouth get back to work.”

  His head flew back to the headboard. “God, Cher, saying stuff like that will make it happen faster.”

  “I can’t talk with my mouth this full, Brody. You’ll just have to watch me.”

  I kept my eyes locked with his as I swallowed him down again. I could turn off my gag reflex, so a lot of his cock fit in my mouth, no way could I fit it all. I cupped his balls, massaging them while I moved slowly up and down, watching his reactions and adjusting movements accordingly. He really liked it when I licked his slit, and he preferred extra suction. I was in the mood to play and observe, so my initial intent wasn’t to rush.

  That was until he began to thrust up gently into my mouth.

  I popped my mouth off again and ran my hand along his cock, slick from my saliva.

  “You can fuck my mouth harder if you want. I can take it.”

  And I dove back on.

  “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he whispered, grabbing the sides of my face and thrusting down my throat.

  His thrusts were not forceful, but he did become more… enthusiastic in his movements.

  I began tugging slightly on his balls when I got an idea. When he did it to me, it sent me into orbit, so I thought I’d go for a little… play.

  I let go of his balls and ran my finger southward, pressing behind them slightly. He thrust harder into my mouth, causing me to pull back a little.

  “Sorry, Cher, it’s just… that feels really good.”

  I nodded and decided to press on. My fingers moved further, getting to the place that makes some people uncomfortable. I stroked my finger across it, and he moaned loudly.

  My eyes shot to his face, where there was no evidence of discomfort.

  So I pressed against it, not to enter, just to massage.

  His thrusts became frantic, more harried.

  “I’m… gonna come… right…”

  His voice garbled into unintelligible gibberish as he shot into my mouth, so much I couldn’t swallow and suck fast enough. I felt some leak out of the side and down to my chin, but I kept on sucking.

  He looked down at me, still working him very slowly, and caressed my face with his hand, grinning lazily.

  “God, I wish I could take your picture right now.”

  Initially, his words thrilled me, but my eyes must have shown the secondary panic as I pulled off his cock and stood, heading toward the bathroom without looking back or uttering a word.

  “Kaelyn?” he called after me.

  Closing the door quietly, I didn’t need an audience, nor did I want conversation right now.

  In the mirror, the naked chick staring back at me was a bit of a train wreck. She should have looked relaxed, thoroughly fucked, and happy. Instead, she looked tired, befuddled, and kinda gross.

  Of all the things he could say, he had to go and mention pictures, ones that would make me look bad. I knew he didn’t mean it like I took it. He probably thought I looked sexy… in that position with the evidence of what I’d just done dripping out of my mouth. I know how much he liked seeing it all over my pussy.

  He doesn’t know how much I’ve been hurt by people taking my picture and using it for their own personal gain. I’ve been used so many times, and not just by Kyle, by people who pretended to be my friend.

  Brody’s not like that, KaeKae.

  He only said he wished he could take a picture. He didn’t take it without your permission.

  He wouldn’t sell you out.

  Relax.

  I furiously scrubbed my face and brushed my teeth with my finger. I was kind of regretting not wearing underwear, or you know, real clothes. Now I had to return to the hotel wearing the obvious bridesmaid’s dress with no makeup and just-fucked hair. I didn’t even have anything to calm the rat’s nest of a hairdo I had going on, much less a hair tie thingy to put it up in a ponytail. If anything ever said “walk of shame” more, I don’t know what it could be.

  Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to a nervous-looking Brody standing right on the other side. I must mention that he was holding a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt, tentatively pushing them my direction.

  My heart warmed.

  I took them and smiled before looking down, tears filling my eyes. I dropped the clothes and jumped in his arms, wrapping myself around him.

  “Thank you,” I sobbed into his neck. “You are such a good guy, and I’m just a huge mess. I’m sorry.”

  Yep, the Beaker voice made an appearance.

  He pulled me tighter and walked over to his bed, laying us down carefully while stroking my hair.

  “Well, you’re a beautiful mess, Cher. One I’d like to take to breakfast.”

  I sniffed very ungracefully. “It’s too late for breakfast. Plus, I don’t think I should go anywhere, Brody. I look like shit, and if anyone recognizes me…”

  His fingers caressed my face down to my chin, which he gently tilted to meet his eyes.

  “First of all, I don’t think anyone will know who you are where I’ve chosen to go. And I can guarantee that you will be the most beautiful woman in the place. Secondly, we can stop anywhere you want and pick up whatever you need so you can feel more comfortable. I planned to follow you to your hotel so you can leave the car for your mom, anyway. If we need to go there first,” he kissed the tip of my nose, “so be it.”

  I lurched forward and kissed him. It wasn’t passionate or urgent, just full of promises and appreciation.

  When I pulled away from the kiss, Brody looked dazed.

  “Or,” he whispered, “we could just stay in bed and do that all day.”

  I giggled. “Oh, no. My girlie parts can’t take any more of you today, Brody Heroux.”

  He smiled and swept my hair off my face with his hand.

  “I didn’t mean sex, Cher. I mean this.”

  His kiss was way better than mine. Thorough. Sweet. Perfect. I fell under his spell, throwing my leg over him and climbing on top, grinding against him.

  He cupped my cheeks and sat up, gently pushing me away. “Holy shit, what did you just say? Stick to your guns, lady. I am not a machine. We can’t have any more of the sex.” He whispered the last two words like they were über dirty. “You are cut off.”

  I snorted out a laugh. “Well around you, I lose my mind.”

  “Good to know.” He kissed me quickly and helped me stand. “Now, let’s get you dressed and fed. I want to drop off the car and pick up your stuff from the hotel.”

  I walked over to where I dropped the clothes, pulling on the shirt, before it registered what he said.

  “Wait… what?”

  Lowering his forehead to mine, he wrapped his hands around my waist. “You agreed to stay with me until we have to fly to New Orleans on Friday for our meetings this weekend, remember?”

  Oh yeah, I did. Right around t
he sixth orgasm, he coaxed me into a little stay-cation. At that point, I would have bought his llama farm or promised him a kidney, but a deal’s a deal.

  It turned out both of us had meetings, him with a client and me with the my dad and the chef to taste the possible new menu.

  “Then we need to reschedule your flight with mine.”

  Twenty Eight

  Brody

  I’m… happy.

  Walking on sunshine, floating on a cloud, and whatever other stuff I can say to make me sound like a big pussy-whipped fool.

  This woman… she fucking rocks my world and lights my universe.

  I love having her in my bed (in my shower, on my couch, on my kitchen counter, on the new desk I now need to replace, and in front of the mirror on my dresser), sure, but it’s the other stuff that I liked just as much, if not more, than being inside her every chance she wanted, and she wanted a lot.

  I loved the in-between. The conversations. The debates. The comfortable silences. The just being with her, consuming the same air, being in the same space. We even did domestic stuff together, like folding clothes and dishes and shit. It was fucking awesome.

  But God, being inside her was ecstasy-wrapped bliss in an Elysian Field. She was my euphoria, my ambrosia, my divine inspiration, and my rapture.

  See? Pussy-whipped shit.

  I apologize for nothing.

  Yes. She was most definitely the one. I know it was too soon to say that, so I kept it to myself. I definitely understood Ted Mosby’s big declaration in the first episode of How I Met You Mother with the blue French horn. He knew Robin was it from that first date and through all of nine seasons. I learned from his mistake, though. I did NOT want to suffer the same fate of their back and forth.

  I had known this girl three weeks, two of which I thought she hated me, and I felt stronger for her than I had for any other woman before her, even the one I was going to ask to marry me.

  I mean… who does that? That’s sappy as shit. I came from a long line of romantic types, sure, but this was crazy.

  And because of that, there was this strange feeling I had in the back of my mind. Something told me she could very well be my ruination.

  She sat next to me on my couch late Wednesday morning after the wedding, playing my game with me. I caught her eying my hands as I played, getting that look… the one that said she was so turned on she could jump me right here. She had a thing about my hands. Who knew they could turn a girl on so much.

  Despite that, she offered me valuable live feedback, which was mostly positive.

  “Your game is awesome, Brody. I do agree with Miles, though.” She reached out and ran her finger along mine, speaking in that husky tone that drove me nuts. “A little sex would really put this game over the top.” She set her controller on her lap and turned to me. “Maybe you could be the first and totally make that a thing. Sexual video games. Bring porn to the gaming world.”

  I smiled at her naïve enthusiasm. “Those already exist,” I leaned toward her and whispered, “but you have given me tons of inspiration if I wanted to go that route.”

  She blushed and picked her controller back up. “It’s been fun, huh?”

  Swiping her hair off her shoulder, I pulled aside the strap of her tank top and kissed a trail up to her neck. “It’s been more than just fun for me, Cher,” I growled softly in her ear.

  I felt her smile as she threw her controller to the side and wrapped her hands around my face, guiding me to her lips for a kiss. She laid back, pulling me on top of her. “It’s been twelve whole hours since you’ve been inspired. I could totally inspire you right now.”

  Her toes hooked in the band of my sweat pants, pulling them down my hips.

  I’ll say this: she had very inventive ways of getting my cock free. Once it was accessible, she switched our positions. Now I was sitting, and she straddled me,

  “I like it how fast you get hard for me, Brody. Now, pull my underwear to the side so I can ride you.”

  I groaned. “Fuck me and your wicked mouth.”

  “Maybe later. Right now, my pussy wants its turn.”

  I pulled her underwear like she instructed, and she rubbed her pussy against the head of my cock.

  “Feel that, Brody?” she breathed. “I stay in a constant state of wet around you.” She sank down so that just the tip was inside her. “I always like to be ready for your huge cock.”

  With those words, she slammed down on me and rode me slowly, building the momentum, staring into my eyes.

  I pulled the straps of her tank top down to her elbows, freeing her breasts and trapping her arms. Leaning down without breaking eye contact, I sucked her nipple into my mouth. My phone rang next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I reached over to hit the red circle, sending the caller to voicemail so my stupid fucking ringer would not ruin the moment.

  “I love it when you suck my nipples hard, Brody,” she rushed out in a whisper. “Fucking mark me, God dammit.”

  I sucked harder and reached down between us.

  “Oh, yeah, pinch my clit, too. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna come on your big dick, my fucking Orgasman. That’s it. Fuck me hard. Fuck… me…” and she growled as I felt her squeeze my cock so tightly, I almost saw stars.

  “God, your pussy has a vice grip on my cock, Cher.” I’ve found that if I talk dirty during her orgasm, it lasts much longer. “Keep it up, Kaelyn. You’re gonna make me come. I’m gonna come so fucking hard inside you, you’ll feel me for hours. I’m gonna mess your pussy up. You ready? Here it comes… Ahhhh…”

  “God, yes, Brody, I feel it,” she breathlessly rushed out.

  Every time I came, it seemed to get more intense than the last time. God, this woman was going to kill me.

  Kaelyn collapsed against my chest and nuzzled in, so I ran my hands down her back, pulling her closer to me.

  Laughter. I heard a male and a female laughing.

  I looked over Kaelyn’s shoulder at the TV because, for a split second, I thought maybe our characters were laughing at us, but no such luck.

  “Hey Brody,” A familiar female voice shouted from the direction of my phone, “call us back when you two get cleaned up.”

  More giggling, then the unmistakable double beep of the call disconnecting reverberated through the room.

  “Oh, God, Brody,” Kaelyn groaned, “who was that?”

  I picked up my phone and unlocked it, opening the phone app.

  “It was Etta and Nate.”

  “Fuck,” she whimpered, “how embarrassing.”

  I smiled into her hair. “I think we were pretty awesome, Cher.”

  She rocked her hips. “Uh, yeah we were, but I still don’t want people listening.”

  I grabbed my shirt from next to us. “It’ll be okay. Trust me.”

  When she lifted off me, I immediately placed the shirt between her legs, and she held out a side to me so I could wipe myself clean. We’d done this a few times and had it down to a fucking science now.

  “Do you mind if I take a shower by myself? There’s a few things I’d really like to do alone. You can come join after you call your cousin back.”

  “If you want, you can use the bathtub in the guest bathroom. I had the tub special ordered for…” I trailed off. “Well, it’s specially designed for luxury baths. Go… use it, if you like that sort of thing.”

  She jumped up and kissed me. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.” And she ran out of the room.

  Best boyfriend ever.

  I smiled like a pussy-whipped fool.

  She just called me her boyfriend.

  ***

  I looked over to Kaelyn riding shotgun in my truck. Gotta say I really liked her sitting there like she belonged.

  When I noticed her posture and saw her face, I kinda got concerned though. I reached over and grabbed her hand, coaxing her clenched fist to relax and accept mine.

  “You okay, Cher?”

  She took a deep breath and started her rapid-fire speec
h. “No. I can’t believe I agreed to go over there with you. I’m so fucking mortified about what they heard me say, and I know it will show. I feel like this will be an interrogation. You know, there’s a reason why I’ve never done an interview? I get so nervous that I get all fast talking and rambly, saying a bunch of stupid, random stuff…”

  “Kinda like now?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood and make her mad to take her mind off her nerves, but it didn’t slow her down.

  “…and then I’ll go for the classic overshare, like stupid personal stories that will erupt like volcanic word lava, telling even more embarrassing shit, like the time I went to the doctor because I thought I had an STI but it turned out I just nicked my clit shaving my lady bits, or the time Ruby got a pimple on her ass and asked me to pop it, and it squirted on my face, almost in my mouth.”

  I grimaced, hoping she didn’t notice, but she did.

  “Yeah, you should worry because I have a ton more stories, some even grosser than those. And if I’m not stopped, I’ll tell them all, Brody. All of them… most likely during dinner.”

  I chuckled and squeezed her hand. “Babe, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. They should be embarrassed for listening to us like creepers.”

  Her eyes darted to me quickly before she rolled them. “Right. Like you wouldn’t have listened if the roles were reversed.”

  I smiled. “Probably.” She huffed, so I asked, “Okay, Cher, What do you need me to do?”

  “Find something that will keep my mouth from flapping.”

  I tried to fight my grin, but the need was too strong.

  She shook my hand off of hers. “God, Brody… you know that’s not what I meant.”

  “Well, you can’t say something like that to me and not expect my mind to go there.”

  I pulled in front of Etta’s house and threw the truck in park. Turning to Kaelyn, I placed my hand on her knee, grazing her inner thigh with my fingertips like I’ve learned she loves.

  “Don’t be nervous, Cher. I won’t let you get to the awkward sharing stage. Etta and Nate are the coolest people, and they’re gonna love you.”

  She looked at me and visibly relaxed.