Beguiling Briley

by Allie Standifer

  Her peak tingled through the base of her spine and exploded upward, engulfing her body in a sweet wash of pleasure that had his name spilling from her lips over and over. He rode her through it, unrelenting in his attention to her already clutching sex, driving her orgasm harder and faster until she had to stifle her cries so she didn’t bring the neighbours running to her unwanted rescue.

  Then his hands were on her, flipping her over roughly, pressing her into the bed as his mouth pressed hard against her shoulder blade. He palmed her hips, holding her in place as he used his thighs to push her up onto her knees, to seat himself against her. With a savage growl, he dragged her body over the rigid, hot length of his cock. Briley breathed in sharp gasps of pleasure as she felt his dominant stroke along the outer edges of her weeping folds. Who would have guessed a computer geek would be so masterful in the bedroom?

  Her body clamped down in craving, seeking and demanding to be filled. The bite of his teeth into the skin of her shoulder and the bruising force of his hands did nothing but intensify those desires.

  Carter felt the unusual raging of his body, so close to the wet haven waiting him, the slick honey of her need bathed him in heated desire. He’d barely remembered to stop for the condom. He could finally concentrate on what really mattered, making Briley scream his name as she came repeatedly.

  When she pushed back against him, demanding with needs of her own, her lush plump body teasing the aching hardness pressed against her.

  Not sure what had come over him and not caring, Carter couldn’t stop himself any longer. Briley needed and he would fulfil her, any way she wanted, as many times as she wanted him.

  He gripped her hips even harder, adding bruises of fervour and desire, and dragged her to the very tip of his cock. She screamed his name with passionate demand and he felt her instantly push up as she tried to force what his hold prevented. While he taunted her, he enjoyed her aroused moans and passionate pleas. He rubbed against her again and again, causing her to buck with mindless desire as he stimulated her. Then he was at her opening, sweat dripped down his back and onto the bed beneath them as the restraint holding him back snapped.

  Carter plunged into her in one hard, brutal shove of his hips. He hadn’t meant to. He’d meant to tease her with slow, shallow thrusts until she wanted and needed him as desperately as he wanted and needed her. But her the scent of her desire, the feel of her so eager in his arms simply pushed him over the edge.

  “Carter!” Briley screamed, shoving her hips back, trying to take more of him, deeper and harder.

  With his name, she nearly undid him, to say nothing of the feel of her tight and slick around him. Briley was every fantasy made flesh, feeling so right and so good it hurt. Need raged, sweat trickled off him. He craved more of her. Now. Had to feel her screaming and pulsing, coming for him.

  Carter drew back until only the tip of him remained, then thrust forward again. Imbedding himself into her sweetness to the hilt. “I don’t ever want to stop.”

  He swore that now she accepted him into his bed, he’d never leave. Ever. Wrapping his arms around her and sinking even deeper only reaffirmed what he knew. Briley Evans belonged to him. She’d been made for him and his cock alone.

  He pulled back, tried to ease off, but her body stubbornly clung to his cock, tightening around him. She ached back, one arm sliding around his neck as she peppered kisses across his damp jaw.

  Needing more, Carter pulled out, flipped Briley on to her back then slammed his cock back into the warm depths of her body. He buried his fingers in her sex-tangled pale locks, his thumb against her jaw. Her face and chest were rosy by candlelight, and her eyes were closed in anticipation of another climax.

  He needed more from her.

  “Open your eyes, Briley. Watch me take you,” he demanded in a passion rough voice. “I want you to know whose cock you’re taking.” He had to make certain she knew who was deep inside her, that she wouldn’t imagine someone else in his place.

  Slowly, her eyes fanned open, revealing dilated pupils, and she gazed at his face. “Carter.” She whispered his name like a benediction and his heart stopped while his libido kicked up another notch. He slammed home in one powerful stroke, nudging the end of her channel. The catch in her breath spiked pride through him as much as the increased tightening of her slick walls around him. He wasn’t done. He didn’t want to ever be done fucking, taking Briley.

  “Don’t stop looking at me, Bri,” he begged.

  Briley shook her head, her gaze never wavering. Her acceptance and the exquisite feel of her killed the remaining bits of his self-control, not that there was a lot left at this point. He had to grab hold of his need, couldn’t unleash the full extent of his desire for her. Pushing or frightening her would get him a one-way ticket out of her life.

  Something he couldn’t risk.

  Lowering his hands to her hips, he tilted her to him and drove into her with strong, hard and deep thrusts. The force changed her expression at once. Her mouth fell open, eyes went wide. She tensed and gasped his name again, pulling him more tightly to her.

  “Come for me, Briley. Squeeze my cock hard and tight, honey.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. He wanted the complete surrender of her body.

  “Carter… I can’t…”

  It was impossible to miss the catch in her voice. It drove him to thrust deeper, clutch her hips and hold her in place so she felt every rub of his swollen cock. He drowned in the warmth of her honey brown eyes. He didn’t risk blinking for fear he’d miss a second between them.

  Without warning, her legs tightened around him. She started to whimper. It grew louder and louder. He held the pace steady, sweat beading all over. Seconds later, she clamped down on his cock with a scream that swelled his ego. Clenching, squeezing around him, Briley destroyed the last of his willpower.

  Pleasure ran hot in his veins as her orgasm continued to pulse around him. He quickened his pace, making sure to hit or rub against every sensitive spot just to prolong her ecstasy.

  Before Briley could catch her breath, Carter started to pound the same spot again, still holding her gaze. He knew he should back away, ease off until she’d recovered somewhat. But when she came, he swore he could see into her soul, and she was beautiful, inside and out, and that made him want her all the more.

  He needed to be closer, deeper into her body so she could never be without him. Now, he raised her legs over his hips, and they automatically curled around his waist. He put his strength behind each fast thrust. Needing to be closer. It still wasn’t enough. He pressed his face to hers and breathed the very air she exhaled.

  She didn’t speak. Didn’t tell him enough or to slow down. Instead, Briley let out another moan, lower than the last time. Longer too. Greed raced like fire though his veins as once more her body locked onto his.

  “Carter!” Briley screamed, her nails raking down his shoulders.

  The sweet pain urged him on, and he jackhammered into her like a madman. His pleasure spiralled nearly beyond his control, but he held on to it for the sheer rush of watching the frantic need on her face transform into bliss.

  “Oh yeah.” Carter pounded into her with fast furious thrusts of his hips. Her core grabbed him once again, the spasms that rocked her body clenching and milking with such strength that he hissed, pushed even deeper. “Fuck,” he groaned.

  He swelled inside her, then he was pumping so hard Briley scooted backwards on the bed. The front of his thighs slapped the backs of hers, and his fingers went back to grip her hips with bruising force. He took her like a man possessed. Each time he heard his name fall from her rosy full lips, he had to bit his cheek to keep from coming.

  He gave up when she rocked her head forward and sucked on his beaded nipple. His orgasm shot up from his toes with such force he felt it blow through his skull. Briley screamed with her own release, her tight clap milking him through another orgasm.

  They collapsed against the bed. His legs were weak and his arms
could barely hold his own weight. With what little energy remained, Carter rolled them over. They finally lay still with Briley sprawled across his chest and his semi-hard cock still happily tuck inside her welcoming heat.

  Before sleep claimed him, Carter thought nothing could ever prepare a man for falling in love with a warrior princess, not even the sex.

  Chapter Four

  “Play or pay, Bri.” Emma grinned.

  “Shut up, Emma,” Briley growled at her entirely too perky friend. Why hadn’t love made her silent and introverted as it did with some? Oh no, she had to be stuck with Emma and Olivia in love with fabulous men. Yes, it should be a crime of happiness. No female jury in the world would convict her given the circumstances.

  Being happy for her friends was one thing, bouncing around in a bubble of hormone induced lust went entirely beyond the bounds of friendship.

  A firm hand patted Briley’s shoulder. “Let it go, Bri. We’ll end up peeling you off one of them and that never turns out good for any of us. Remember Mexico?” Trinity reminded her.

  Briley winced at the vague tequila hazy night. Something about the mayor’s car, a priest’s cat and two pounds of baloney. It really was a miracle they’d remained out of jail, free to wreak havoc on innocent bystanders guilty of nothing more than catching the friends’ attention.

  “Come on, Briley, you can plan out the destruction of the planet’s population of stupid people later. It’s time to put on your big girl panties or go home.” Recee studied her perfectly manicured hand. “You do want to keep the title of supreme Goddess of Evil and Bitchiness, right?”

  Duh, she thought, shooting the death stare at her oldest and most troublesome friend. “Unless you can top Scott getting a free cavity search by some not-so-nice Asian police then put up or shut up, Recee.”

  “I so vote for Briley getting laid. Maybe it would leech some of the bad mood out of her,” Olivia offered from her prone position on the leather couch.

  Their meetings, held in Olivia’s office/apartment above Club Botticelli, always started off formal but ended in too much liquor, food and bad jokes about bad sex. With the soundproof walls, high stone ceilings and plump overstuffed furniture, the rooms held everything they needed to be comfortable, catch up on gossip and trash talk men.

  “Yeah, I vote for play too. Briley needs a little something something,” Trinity added, a smirk crossing her one-hundred percent naturally plump lips.

  “I got a little something something,” she admitted without thinking. “Why do you think I’m in such a bad mood?”

  Bad idea screamed through her brain even as her four closest friends in the world jumped and squealed around her.

  “Tell us,” Emma pleaded.

  “Do you have pictures or video?” This from Recee, who Bri was starting to think just wasn’t right in the head.

  “Where did you meet him?” Olivia wanted to know.

  “Screw that. When are you tapping him again?” Trinity, always the delicate flower of the bunch, threw her question out there.

  How to explain Carter? Or the way she’d run from his place like a hooker stealing the flat screen? Those few hours with her computer geek had been the most intense and pleasurable of her life. “There’s nothing to tell. I played, now I get to pass my turn to Trinity.”

  The less said about Carter Moore the better. Her friends didn’t need to know the details like the thickness of his silky brown hair. The fact that his sexy green eyes melted her insides wouldn’t matter to them. There’s no way on this planet or the next that she’d ever confess to the size of his addicting cock. The way it filled her mouth to the point of overflowing, the sweet salt taste of him against her tongue or even the massive stretching her body had to do in order to accommodate his thick and perfect dick.

  Okay, that last part might interest the girls, but some things she didn’t feel like sharing and Carter’s amazing cock happened to be one of them.

  “So Trin, are you playing or paying?” Briley asked, trying to ignore the dampness in her underwear from thinking of Carter. With each movement of her chest, her sensitive nipples erotically scraped against her lace bra.

  Crossing her legs to try to squeeze some of the sensation away, she put on her game face and looked at her friends.

  “You had so better share more details than that,” Emma warned her as her hazel blue eyes sparked with the start of temper. “You all but shined a spotlight on me after Brock and I got together.”

  “Oh please.” Bri waved her hand airily. “The two of you were so hot for each other I doubt a theatre full of people would stop you from going after each other.”

  A becoming blush rose to Emma’s cheeks as her words. “Yeah, he’s really hot, huh? I can’t believe he loves me.”

  The other four women snorted back laughter. A few weeks ago, Emma had been singing a different tune when Brockston Cage smooth talked his way back into her life. All the friends now knew the story of how Brock had walked away from Emma and their future years ago. Emma had sworn up and down that she wasn’t stupid enough to fall for him or his tricks again.

  To get them together, Briley had taken matters into her own hands. She’d been the one to unlock Em’s door, advise Brock and warn him to marry Emma or start running. Brock got his chance to explain, Emma finally got laid, and no one came whining to Briley anymore.

  Generally, things had moved along well until the blue screen of death and Carter Moore crashed into her life.

  “I felt like a commie on trial during the cold war when Ethan and I met,” Olivia offered before taking a long drink of bottled water. She and her fiancé Ethan Newton had fallen for each other through a series of accidental meetings. When Livia’s turn came in their Play-or-Pay game, the sexy former plus-size model had locked on to Ethan as her play. After a few minor bumps in their road to love, everything had ended with a large diamond ring and stupid mysterious smiles on the couple’s faces. “If I remember correctly, wasn’t it you, Bri, who busted me on the answering machine the first time Ethan spent the night?”

  “All in the past now, Livia.” Briley so wasn’t going there.

  “Therefore, we demand the right to hear all about Mr. Hot Pants and his wayward snake,” Emma demanded in a loud un-Emma voice. “I might like being in charge too,” she complained.

  Four set of eyes swivelled to stare.

  She shrugged her delicate shoulders. “Just trying to be more assertive. Besides, maybe I want him to call me mistress sometimes?”

  Briley, Olivia, Trinity and Recee stared at one another for a long moment before finally bursting into laughter. They rolled off their respective chairs and couches, snorting and holding their stomach.

  Emma stood and stomped her petite foot. “It’s not a laughing matter. I’m afraid one of these days I’ll get permanent cuff burn.”

  “Oh honey, I don’t think Brock’s going to let you take over the reins in the bedroom,” Recee said while trying to suppress a giggle from her position next to the large oak bar. “That’s one man who’s very happy with his life exactly the way it is.”

  “Yeah, you’ll rock his little world if you try to change things up,” Briley explained, but doubted Emma would pay attention to any of their advice. “He’s a very happy, well satisfied man.”

  “Why the hell would you end up with cuff marks?” Trinity demanded while struggling to sit up in her one-of-a-kind creation. The outfit consisted of a tight leather skirt and a daring scoop neckline. Very now and very Trinity. “And how often do you two use those damn things?”

  “Umm, never mind me,” Emma said with a mysterious, but very satisfied smile. “Now, back to Bri and her hottie secret lover.”

  “No more. My ears will bleed,” the security manager pleaded as he leant against the wall.

  “Don’t worry, M. There is no lover, secret or otherwise. I met a guy, had a near death experience, went to his place and, several very nice orgasms later, I left. End of story, no happy endings filled with cake and mushy
greeting cards here.”

  “Uh, hello Briley, did you just say near death experience?” Olivia asked, a look of concern crossing her lovely face.

  “I want to know about the many orgasms. Like how many is several? Are we talking double digits here because the people have a right to know?” Recee demanded, looking like a hungry wolf who’d just found a lone sheep.

  Briley buried her head in her hands and wondering what evil being had taken over her body. Surely the open-mouth-insert-foot routine she’d done had some mystical origin.

  “It’s like that, huh?” Sweet, way too understanding Emma asked with the glint of knowledge in her uniquely coloured eyes.

  Without raising her head, Bri nodded. Why and how had Carter become so special to her? They’d had one night. Granted, it’d been a really intense night, but still, people all over the world had one-night stands without falling in…

  Her head throbbed and her pussy clenched while her brain screamed she hadn’t fallen in love in one night. Regardless of how hot the back of his neck made her. Love was… Well, Briley didn’t know exactly how love felt, never having been struck down by that particular malady. It had to be different from what she felt now. Sweaty palms, racing heart, nonstop thoughts revolving around Carter and his various talented body parts.

  Trinity’s pleading voice cut through those dangerous thoughts.

  “Please, I’m begging here.” Trinity crawled over, closing the small distance between them. “I haven’t had sex in eons. I haven’t had good sex in longer than that. Let me live vicariously through you. Just tell me a few details.” She knelt and leaned her head forward. “Here, you can just whisper them in my ear. Like if he got you off more than five times, but less than ten.”

  “I’m not hearing any of this,” a deep voice bellowed into the room.

  The women gasped then chuckled at the sight of M holding his massive hands over his ears, like kid. “And what problem from hell brings you up here?” Olivia asked.