by Cher Carson
She let the top fall off her fingertips. “I’m just respecting your wishes, Steve.” She popped the buttons on her shorts as she made a production of tugging the tight fabric over her hips, making her tits bounce up and down.
His eyes tracked her movements as he devoured her with his eyes. “Christ, Brook…”
She eased the shorts down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor at her feet. She widened her stance and closed her eyes as her hands skimmed her breasts, rolling her hard nipple between her thumb and finger. “God, I’m so...” Her other hand slipped between her legs, separating her pussy lips, “wet.”
“Fuck,” Steve whispered.
She opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, his hands fisted at his sides. The front of his shorts was tight and drawn, leaving little doubt as to his state of arousal.
“I need to come, now.” She flicked her finger over her clit and shuddered.
“Sit down,” he ordered, walking toward her until he forced her to take a step back.
She licked her lips as she continued to stroke her pussy. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air between them. “Why do you want me to sit down?”
“Because I’m gonna lick your pussy until you beg me to stop.” He trailed his finger over her cheek. “But I won’t stop. I’m going to make you come over and over and over again.”
A shiver crept up her spine, forcing her to grab his shoulders for support.
He reached for his belt, pulling it through the loops until it hung slack in his hand. “Sit down on the chair with your hands behind your back.”
Her pussy swelled and throbbed in anticipation, her juice trickling down the inside of her thigh. She assumed the position, waiting for him to take the next step.
He walked around behind her chair and slipped the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight. He fastened it to the wood bracketing the backrest and tested it for strength. Obviously satisfied, he stepped out in front of her. “Spread your legs.” He waited for her to comply. “Wider, as wide as they’ll go.”
She did as he asked, writhing on the chair, trying to create some friction that would bring her a much-needed release.
“Did I tell you to move?” His question held a note of warning. “Sit still. Don’t move, not even when I go down on you.”
“But…”
He glared at her. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Brook. Do I need to secure your ankles to that chair too?”
His threat sent a delicious pulse straight to her pussy. He smirked. “You like the sound of that? You like it when I take control, don’t you, baby?”
She was finally beginning to realize that part of being a strong, independent woman meant not being afraid to ask for what she wanted. Steve’s motivation wasn’t control or domination. It was all about giving her pleasure. “I loved being bound and blindfolded,” she whispered.
A slow smile spread across his face. “On second thought, let’s take this into the bedroom.”
She was so hot, so turned on, she couldn’t trust her trembling legs to carry her the distance. “Carry me?”
“On one condition. You need to wrap your legs around my waist so I can feel how wet you are.”
She nodded her head, desperate to comply. She needed to feel his strong arms around her to make her feel grounded. “Yes,” she whispered.
He stepped behind her, freeing her hands from the restraints. “First I want you to get up on the chair.”
She considered his request, not trusting her legs to support her.
He came around to stand in front of her, wrapping his hands around her waist. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, baby.”
She raised her leg, pressing her foot into the seat of the chair behind her as he helped her up. Her mound was level with his face and she shuddered just thinking about the pleasure he could give her with his mouth. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
He swiped his tongue over her clit, inhaling her pungent scent.
Her knees almost buckled, but he grabbed her ass, steadying her. “Please,” she whispered.
He kissed her stomach. With long, lazy strokes, his tongue danced around her belly button, making her shiver.
“This is payback for that little striptease,” he whispered. He tongued the gold hoop in her belly button, rolling it around on his tongue. “And it’s only the beginning, baby. You wanted me to fuck you... you’re going to get what you wanted and then some, but not until I’m ready to give it to you.”
She thrust her hands through his hair, trying to force his head down, lower. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to come, now.”
He reached up to squeeze her nipples, making her squirm. He felt his cock swell as he spread her apart, his tongue delving into her honeyed cavity. He was at the perfect height to enjoy her fully, but he decided to heighten their pleasure by using only his mouth. “Hands behind your back,” he whispered. “You touch me, or yourself, and I stop. Got it?”
She whimpered. “Yes.”
He fisted his hands at his sides, an exercise in self-control when he wanted to sink his hands into her luscious ass, forcing her pussy down on his mouth. Instead, his exploration was light and gentle, since he wouldn’t allow himself to apply any more pressure until she was on the verge of exploding against his lips. He tickled her clit with his tongue, lapping at her moist lips and dipping into her tight hole.
She cried out his name and her legs began to tremble.
He resisted the urge to hold her still for his barrage. He wanted her to give herself over to it, surrender completely. He pulled back, tipping his head to look her in the eye. “Remember what I said.”
“But I can’t…”
“Don’t move,” he whispered. He probed her clit vigorously, clenching his fists as he tried to resist the urge to grab her and take her with the ferocity surging inside of him. His cock was painfully hard, demanding to sink inside of her and claim his own release. Finally, he felt the delicious pulses vibrating against his lips as she succumbed to her body’s relentless plea for relief.
She smiled and looked down at him through the dark veil of her lashes. “Steve, can I ask you to do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
He loved the fact his no-nonsense lawyer morphed into his dirty girl as soon as he touched her. “Sorry, I can’t do that, baby.” He laughed when she pouted. “But I can make love to you all night long.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. “I think I can live with that.”
He lifted her up and carried her down the hall. “Which room?”
“It’s the one at the end of the hall.”
She leaned in to kiss his neck. “What’re you thinking about?”
Closing his eyes, he revelled in the feel of her hot tongue trailing up his neck. He hated knowing this may be their last time, but if it was, he was determined to make sure she would never forget him. “Hmm, I’m just enjoying this, being here with you.” He hit the light switch with his elbow, illuminating the room. He set her down on the bed, staring down at her. “The way I feel about you scares the hell out of me. I don’t know how I’m gonna let you go, sweetheart.”
“For the record, I feel the same way,” she whispered.
He dipped his finger between her legs, sliding between her slick folds. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder. “So wet and so damn hot.”
She eased her legs apart, giving him better access. “I’ve been fantasizing about a man who could make me feel this way for so long. I’d lie here at night thinking about it.” She moaned when he started stroking her clit.
He leaned in to taste her mouth, slipping his tongue inside. She tasted like fine wine and sin. “I can’t get enough of you, lady,” he said between kisses. “You make it impossible to think about anything else, including hockey.”
She skimmed her nails over his back. “Maybe we can hook up w
hen I come back to town to visit my family?”
He didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to think about tonight. Slipping a finger inside of her, he rotated it just enough to bring her hips off the bed. “Feel good, baby?”
She ground her hips into the mattress, her head lulling from one side to the other. “Ah, keep doing that.”
He added another finger as his thumb brushed her clit. “Just like that?”
She dug her nails into his shoulder. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
He loved watching her gorgeous face as she plummeted over the edge of ecstasy. It was a rush knowing he had the power to make her forget everyone and everything, except for him. “I want to taste you again,” he whispered, burying his face in her sweet-smelling hair. In the past, he wouldn’t have thought it possible to be so fixated on someone else’s pleasure that he was willing to postpone his own release indefinitely, but he knew that with this woman, anything was possible.
“Yes, please…”
He levelled his weight on top of her as he edged down her body. “I need you to relax,” he whispered. He could tell she was wound tight, on the verge of coming again, but he wasn’t ready to let her go there yet.
“I don’t know if I can.”
He pressed his hands on the inside of her thighs, forcing her legs apart. For him, tonight wasn’t about the sex, it was about fulfilling her fantasies.
“Steve, I need…”
He placed wet kisses all over the inside of her thighs, her flat stomach, just below her belly button.
She struggled to free herself. “I can’t stand it. I need to feel your tongue on me again.”
“Like this?” he whispered, touching his tongue to her clit.
Her hips came up off the bed and she cried out, the sound a mix of joy and despair. “More, I need more.”
“Is this what you need?” he asked, tracing her pussy lips with his tongue. He thrust his tongue deep inside before withdrawing. “Or how about this?”
She tried to grab his head, to force him down on her, but he grabbed her wrists, holding them tight against her body.
“Are you willing to give yourself to me tonight?”
“Yes,” she whispered, biting her lip. “But I’m begging you to just take the edge off, please.”
That was all he needed to hear her say. Holding out on her had been harder for him than it had for her, literally. His cock felt like it was going to burst from the intense pressure of the raging hard-on he’d been sporting ever since she performed her little striptease in the kitchen. If he didn’t sink it inside of her soon, he was going to lose it, and he couldn’t let that happen.
He gently peeled her pussy lips apart and inhaled the musky scent of her arousal. It shot straight to his cock like a lightning bolt, making him groan. “Okay, game over.” He was tired of teasing her. It was time to consume her. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he rolled his tongue over the tiny bud, making her scream.
“Oh my God…”
For him it was all about making her come, fast, hard, endlessly. He worked her over with his tongue, swirling it around in circles over her clit.
“Yes, that’s it. Ahhh, right there. Don’t stop.” She twisted her hips, forcing her pussy lips against his mouth as she tried to serve herself to him. “Oh God, I’m coming.”
He felt the throbbing against his tongue, but he refused to relent. He wasn’t done with her, not even close.
“I need to feel you inside of me, now, please.” She reached for his face, trying to coax him up. “Make love to me.”
His cock couldn’t resist an invitation like that. He slid the head of his cock over her opening.
She grabbed his ass. “Wait, slide up here.”
Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes. “Baby, if you put my dick in your mouth right now, I’m gonna lose it.” He opened his eyes to see her grinning and licking her lips hungrily.
“Come on; just give me a little taste.”
Just the image of Brooklyn with her mouth wrapped around his hard cock could make him blow faster than any porn movie. “I don’t think I can…”
She slid down the bed, positioning herself between his legs. “Don’t think, just enjoy.” She positioned his cock over her mouth, tracing the distended vein with the tip of her tongue.
“Jesus, Brook.” He thrust his hands into her hair, in case he needed to take control. He couldn’t let it end like this. There was no way he was going to miss out on the opportunity to shoot his hot come deep inside of her one more time.
She stole his sanity when she wrapped her mouth around his cock and slid it down her throat. She leaned forward just enough to maximize the position and relaxed her throat as she caressed his balls.
“Fuck, baby, no.” He tugged on her hair, easing his cock out of her mouth. “I need to be inside of you when I come.” He released her hair, panting, as he tried to regain control. “Slide up, head on the pillow.”
She winked. “So conventional.”
He shook his head, smirking. “You’re such a smartass.”
She sobered when he reached between them to position his cock at her entrance.
He was already so close the edge; it was taking every ounce of control he possessed to hold on. He eased into her until he was fully seated, balls deep, in her tight channel.
She watched him until her eyelids drifted closed.
“You okay?”
She smiled, her eyes still closed. “I’m better than okay.”
When he was satisfied she had adapted to his size, he began to thrust in and out, trying to maintain a pace that would give her pleasure without ending it before he could make her come again.
She opened her eyes to look at him. “You’re overthinking it, Davis. Fuck me already.”
If that’s what she wanted, that’s what he would give her. He grabbed her waist, driving his cock into her so hard, so fast, he half-expected her to shatter. The headboard hit the wall in a pounding rhythm that matched his relentless thrusts.
“Yes, that’s it,” she gasped. “Just like that.”
He felt the tingling sensation move through him as his balls tightened and he knew he was too close to maintain control much longer. He only hoped she was right there with him. Reaching between them, he stroked her clit.
“Yes, oh, I’m gonna come.”
He gave a silent prayer of thanks. There was no way he wanted go vaulting off that cliff without her. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, clenching his teeth as the sweat rolled down his forehead. He wanted this feeling to last forever, but he knew there was no way to prolong the ecstasy, so he let go. Gripping the headboard for support, he gave himself over to it. “Yesss.” It went on and on, his cock pulsing inside of her, hot bursts of his come filling her.
She clenched her muscles around him, grinning. “I love the way it feels without a condom.”
He dropped his head, finally spent. “You realize there’s no going back now, don’t you?” He wasn’t just talking about sex without a condom. He knew he couldn’t go back to the life he had before he met her. Different women every week…
She crooked her finger, beckoning to him.
He lowered himself down slowly, bracing his forearms on either side of her head. He kissed her, lingering over her lips. As much as he hated it, he knew it was time to say good-bye.
Chapter Nine
It had been three months since Brooklyn made the move, the longest three months of Steve’s life, trying to forget her. The regular season had resumed, which meant he had a distraction, but nothing made it easier. He thought of her day and night.
Tonight, he was making the requisite appearance at a team fundraiser for a local children’s hospital on the arm of a woman Chase’s wife, Taylor, had suggested he meet. Everyone he went out with reminded him of Brook, which resulted in the longest dry spell of his life, three long months since he’d had sex.
He and Chase were lounging at the bar, drink in hand, when Chase asked, “Have you talke
d to her?”
“Who?”
Chase rolled his eyes, chuckling. “We both know who I’m talking about. Man, you need to forget about her.”
Steve glared at his friend. “Let me ask you a question. If Taylor had moved clear across the country shortly after you two met, how would you have reacted?”
Chase laughed, shaking his head. “I wasn’t stupid enough to let that happen. I knew a good thing when I had it, Davis.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think there’s something I could have done to stop her? This is her life, her career, we’re talking about. How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?”
“If you’re in love with this woman…”
Steve held his hand up, backing up. “Whoa, who said anything about being in love with her?”
“Man, you’re as a thick as a brick sometimes.” He gripped Steve’s shoulder. “You’ve been moping around ever since she left; you haven’t gone out with anyone else…”
“I’ve dated.”
“Only when your agent told you that you’d look like a loser if you showed up at some event alone. Besides, you and I both know I’m not talking about dating. When was the last time you banged one of your little puck bunnies?”
Steve gripped his glass of scotch. He didn’t want to have this conversation, not even with Chase. “I’m not gonna lie. It’s been a while.”
“The last chick you had was Brooklyn, wasn’t it?” Chase shook his head, looking disgusted, when Steve failed to respond. “You can’t go on like this.”
“I know. I’ll get it together. It’s just gonna take some time.”
“Steve, you and me have been friends for a long time. I never thought I’d see the day you’d lose it over a woman. I hate to tell you this, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one. You have to find a way to get her back.”
Steve scowled. “How the hell am I supposed to do that, Chase? She has a job she loves; she’s helping people, making a difference. I can’t mess with that. Even if I could convince her to come back, she’d only end up resenting me for making her choose between me and her career. It’s a no win, man.”
