by D. M. Burns
“Brealyn…” His voice is a warning.
Brogan has no control tonight and I know this because he’s on a mission. Normally, he would kiss me and tells me he loves me, but not tonight. There’s urgency in his body and actions, focus. I’m one hundred percent okay with that.
I’ve only gone down on him a handful of times. Each attempt has ended with me flipped, thrown, or thoroughly face fucked, Brogan’s words. Then he’d swiftly go beast mode and take me until we’re both satisfied, which is what I need right now.
Brogan’s not the only one feeling sexually needy tonight. He’s told me that nothing compares to his dick ramming inside of his pussy. Brogan is vulgar and I secretly love everything he says. His words turn me on. I like how free he is with expression and I encourage the heck out of it. I’m trying to loosen up in that aspect, but I don’t think I’ll ever quite be on his level with freedom of speech where sexual expression is concerned.
With each ridge and dip along his torso, I tease him with my mouth paying close attention on the way down as he releases distressed groans and sporadic flinches. I brush my palm over his steel throbbing shaft and hear him hiss out profanity. Lifting him to my lips, I lazily lick his pre-excitement away tasting the salty flavor that is Brogan.
“Jesus…” He rasps. “I need you too bad tonight.” He growls and before he can move out of my hold, I wrap my lips around him and take every inch that I can, deeply.
Slightly gagging as I try to fit him all into my mouth, I readjust. He bucks his hips forward out of need hitting the back of my throat again. Both of my hands can fit around his girth and still, there is room left for his sizeable manhood. Brogan is packing in his penis pocket just as well as he is in his bank account. I still can’t believe that all of this man fits inside of me.
My mouth slowly withdrawals off his length and I dip back down savoring the sounds coming from deep within his chest as I twist my head the way he showed me to. When my hair starts to get in the way, he braces up on his forearm pulling the curtain back out of the way. Brogan likes to watch and if I’m honest, it’s another turn on for me too.
“I’m not cumming like this tonight.” He grates out. My eyes dart up to him and those icy windows from minutes ago have turned almost pitch black. “Fuck… Watching you suck me off is a god damn beautiful sight though.”
I grip him softly and slide my other hand underneath his balls massaging lightly causing him to thread both his hands into my hair. His fingers gripping me with anxious strength. Brogan is mindful not to obscure the show as he pumps his hips taking my mouth the way he wants. I pick up the pace hollowing out with suction and his muscles bunch up with a painful appearance. The controlled corporate Wallstreet God is nowhere to be found, no. I have the bedside beast right now.
When I feel him start to tremble, he slides himself out of my mouth and I moan in protest at the loss of him. Before I can say a word, he’s up on his knees. His quick reflexes scoop me up, pinning me against the crown of my headboard, center stage. Oh, this is going to be one of those nights where he has zero patience that borderlines angry sex, thank God. We both need it. Plus, angry sex equals aggressive Brogan. That side of him is sexy.
“Wrap those fucking legs around me.” His voice is harsh, but I can’t deny how much my body wants this. I lock him in and sigh when I feel him at my entrance. He presses his hips forward but doesn’t give me what we both need so badly. “Tell me something…” His voice is agitated. Heck, I am too. I want the Creed deed. I nod my head and wiggle in his hold. “Are you mad at me for not giving you the opinion to go to China, Brealyn?”
Oh shit… Damn you, Carson! That’s what this is about. Freaking heck… Plus, he said my name, not a pet name, or my nickname. My eyes go wide but he doesn’t care right now. He’s pissed at me. DAMN. DAMN. DOUBLE DAMN.
“Watch your dirty mouthy mind. I have zero god damn problems with spanking that ass tonight, none.” His voice is on edge and hints at how much he’d enjoy it as he slowly shakes his head.
Brogan presses his shaft into me the slightest bit and I whimper. I try to squirm until I have what I want, him inside of me, but he withdraws. Demanding that I follow the leader. Complete control in and outside of the bedroom.
“Answer me, Brealyn. You want to leave me? This…”
He surges himself snuggly against my body, grinding his hips a little more. Just barely nudging himself inside of me then retracts away again. I bite down on my bottom lip and focus beyond his shoulder. It’s been a week since I’ve seen him other than Facetime. I’m too worked up for this withholding crap tonight.
“I’m not equipped for this… Uhm… Please.” My hushed tone is pleading.
I can’t handle this kind of torture. This is all new to me. What he’s doing; using sex against me as a means to bend my will. He rotates his hips slowly sliding every smooth inch of his rock-hard cock between my wet needy seam. I’m on the verge of losing my shit. He’s reading my thoughts because I see his jaw flex at my unsaid dirty talk.
“Brogan.” That’s another plea ignored.
“Is that what you wanted me to do? Send you away… You think I’d leave that choice up to you… To go off to China with that fucker, Monroe. We weren’t even together when that deal rolled through my boardroom doors, not that it’d matter. You had no chance in hell of going then but now…” He chuckles with zero humor. “No fucking way, none.” He grips both of my wrists fusing them to the wood headboard on either side of my body locking them above my head. I’m not understanding what he’s so mad about. I’m here.
“Brogan… This is my career. My choice. My voice. My right to decide.” My words are hushed in escape as his eyes bounce between mine. I can see the wheels spinning. He’s wondering if I would have left him. “I don’t have to be a mind reader to know what you’re thinking. I wouldn’t have gone, and I believe you know that. I’d never leave you. No… Always with you.” I stare at him and jut my chin out. “But I deserved that opportunity to turn it down myself.”
Since it’ll just be us, a childless existence, my future will revolve around Brogan and my career. I want to keep that part of my identity. His eyes soften and he lowers his head finally taking my mouth, but it’s infused with a fevered panic seeking out an antidote. When he finally breaks away from plundering inside of my mouth his forehead rolls across mine as I try to catch my lungs up with the amount of oxygen it requires.
“Would you be opened to the notion of relocating to China for a marketing position, Brealyn? It’ll require an extended stay for at least six months, but it could possibly be longer?” His voice is shallow and cold as he delivers the past due career invite.
It’s more like an impersonal but generic voicemail left for someone in the upper elite specter that you're inviting to a party only out of obligation because they’ll get wind of the said event. He forces his hips forwarded abruptly entering me as if this conversation warrants the hostility in his actions. I inhale sharply through my nose and my legs jerk with the onslaught, trying to gauge the complexity of everything. I can feel every inch of him as he grinds into me without any inclination of withdrawing this time.
“Do you want to leave everything that’s here for you behind?” He gently pulls out only to return. I ball my hands into fists feeling my nails cutting into the palms of my hands held above my head.
“Ahhh, Jesus.” I hiss out between the sensations. The fullness of him and the throbbing need at the center of my core is something I haven’t felt for over a week. I shake my head no while humming low.
“That’s not going to work tonight, Southern Comfort. I need your fucking words.” He slides out only to fill me up once again. “Do you want to leave me?”
Oh my God… My eyes snap open and I see this for what it truly is. I manage to wiggle one of my hands free, placing it over his heart. He stills. No movement. I blink up at him through the tears that I feel working their way to the forefront. I gulp that back and try to smile but fail. I know where this is
coming from. It hits me like a ton of bricks.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t understand until now.” I whisper.
The anxiety exists only in preserving and protecting what you want the most once you have it within your grasp. The real threat though thrives in the possibility of losing it. Those were his fears he expressed all those months ago.
Brogan said that to me the very first night he took me to his penthouse. He’s afraid of losing me. I’m such an idiot for not picking up on this, he’s scared. He told me what his concerns where the only way he knew how. Brogan tries to look off to the side but I’m not having that. He heard me. He knows. I know.
“Baby… You never have to worry with losing me.” His icy whites come back to me and I stroke his chest where his heart is then run my fingers through his blonde white stripe. “I’m not going anywhere, ever.” His jaw tightens as if my words are unknown. “You believe me, right?” When he doesn’t say anything, I continue. “Brogan, I’m going to need your fucking words.”
“It’s because I love you… The love I have for you is compelling me to do so. I won’t lose you. I fucking can’t.” He whispers across my lips.
My heart freezes. Those words hit me with a thundering effect as he pushes forward deep inside of me. My nightmare. My body wants to lock up, but I try my best to ignore it. No… I turn my head to the side and play it off while trying to scatter the fear away. Letting the fragments fly off into the far corners of my mind. I release a sigh hoping he can’t read my thoughts right now.
Brogan leans in licking a path down my neck and over my shoulder then grips my breast taking me into his heated mouth. The scraping of his teeth around the outline is heady. I concentrate on his thrusts that are punishing in delivery. I want to get lost in the feeling of his hard length inside of me finally.
When he presses into me bringing his frame flush with mine, I focus on him. He lets his hands fall around my face and kisses me deeply, possessively. All I feel is him. Every tremble and shake. All I see is him. Every unique detail in outline. All I want is him. Always.
“I can’t see your dreams anymore and that’s fucking with me. I don’t know what’s happening or why I can’t tap into your point of view anymore, but I hear bits and pieces of your fear. Jesus, baby…” He squeezes his eyes tightly shut like he’s trying to push that thought out of his head then looks back at me. “I heard it loud and clear. I feel it.” His eyes frame my face. “With anyone else other than you, my guilt would be a valid assumption. But I can tell you this, any god damn dream that ends in me hurting you is fucking trickery. No. Fucking. Way. You know me, butterfly. Whatever dream you had that frightened you while marking me as your monstrous nightmare intruder, let it go. Never happening.”
“Jesus.” I nod my head and go to say I’m sorry, but he tangles his finger into my hair and takes my mouth. I frantically coil my existence around him.
The air in the room shifts dramatically. Changing from angry hostility to aggressive need for immediate intimacy. It’s like he flipped the switch and now his sexual claim is laced with tenderness and his touch slows to a crawl. I swear the man can read my body better than I can. Much like the way he’s devouring my mouth, it’s consuming. We let our tongues duel but his competitive streak bites back, literally, on my bottom lip before breaking away giving us the much-needed time to breathe.
He reaches behind his neck prying my hands loose only to link our fingers together caging them against the headboard while fusing his body against mine again. That impressive erection continues to power forward over and over. I try to turn my head on exhale, but our arms lock me in. I feel his lips at the curve of my ear. His harsh and hot breathing pattern wisps out against my sensitive skin as his assault continues to gain momentum.
“This tight pussy is all I thought about the entire plane ride home. All I wanted was to get back here and slide inch by inch into your wet walls. Take what’s mine.” He knows what this does to me. My stomach tightens and I press my heels into his backside accepting whatever he’ll give to me. “So, fucking tight. Fucking mine.” He growls.
“Brogan…” That one-word sounds broken as it slips through my clenched teeth. “I’m so close…”
“Honey. That’s what your pussy produces for me. Pure fucking honey. When I taste you; pure sweetness… When I fuck you; hot honey coats my dick…” His hips grind upward, and he slips his hands under both of my legs lifting me higher so he can see his stroking pleasure playout below. “I won’t leave this again. Sheer fucking torture.”
“Yessss…” I agree. “I don’t want you too. I need you, this… Us.”
I grip my breast in one hand as I slip the other hand between my seam where Brogan’s eyes are focused on the joining of our bodies, colliding together. When my fingers brush over my clit, my head falls back, and I release a whimper as I fondle myself slowly. Brogan’s eyes dart up to find mine and I lick the outline of my lips then sink my teeth into them, biting down. His jaw turns to granite, but his eyes go back to the stroking show below, and his plunges increase with ruthless intent. It feels like he’s hollowing me out, no restraint.
“Fuck…” He rumbles.
“Oh, God… Yes… Soooo, fucking good.”
Those words don’t even have time to get between us when he jerks his arms forward releasing the grip he has on my ass. Locking his forearms under the back of my knees, he spreads me further open for his grand finale. And that’s exactly what it is when he begins to hammer home. I latch onto both of his shoulders to brace myself. I’m not left with any other choice but to literally, come along for the ride with my body pinned against the headboard.
My insides tighten and his name is an incoherent scream across my loft when the most intense orgasm I’ve had to date takes over my body. I hear him pull in a labored breath as my walls closed down all around him. He pumps into me with hellfire intent before stilling between my legs, deeply rooted, and I feel his release shoot out like a Creed canon.
Brogan falls over on his side taking both our bodies down to the bed with me resting on top. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My head is nestled into the crook of his neck.
“My body feels like jelly,” I admit. I feel him chuckle underneath me and he wraps his arms around me. I still feel him inside of me, semi-hard. It’s impressive. “Are you mad at me?” I ask. He rolls us over careful to hold tight to my body, not letting me out of his personal space.
“Are you mad at me, Southern Comfort?” He arches his brow at me.
“No. I didn’t understand your reasoning. Now I do.”
“I was aggravated with being away from you this past week, period. Taking it out on you was a dick move, I’m sorry. But what I’m not sorry for is the fact that you’re not in god damn China.” He smirks. I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face. I run my hand over his beautiful jawline. “My Mandarin dialect is rusty, and I have no reason for that to change.” He kisses my palm. “The icing on the shit-cake was when Carson told me that asshole, Logan Monroe, was at The House of Creed. And just know, that him lurking around, was premeditated. He sought you out. It also sealed his fate.”
“It was harmless, Brogan. That guy is close to my age and famous for his marketing masterpieces. I sorta look up to his sharp approach and the brilliant business platform he has set.” I say.
“Butterfly, you have more potential and raw talent in your damn pinky than that fucker has in his entire body.” Bragging on that man was not the thing to do. My bad. “He knew not to come to The House.” He shakes his head slowly. Those eyes begin to stir with aggravation. It’s fascinating to watch. When Brogan gets pushed to anger, his eyes lose the icy sheen, and in its place is a consuming coal-black tint.
“There’s more to this, huh?” I ask.
“That asshole does not belong in our bed with us.” He says. I’m beginning to believe that this is Brogan’s go-to catchphrase whenever he doesn’t want to talk about certain things. Namely, things that he doesn’t want me to kn
ow. “Now, tell me about this dream.” He states this as a demand but I shake my head no. I’m not going there. It’s a relief that he can’t actually see my thoughts anymore although I do wonder why that is.
“I’m not giving any of our time to things that don’t matter.” His jaw tightens up and I pull him into me stealing a kiss. “I missed you too,” I whisper.
“That out of town shit won’t happen again. That visit to Texas produced one evil bastard that was felt throughout Creed Oil. The Houston office staff were happy to see me go and so was I. It’s safe to say that I missed you too. Now, let’s get some sleep because tomorrow, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Oh, yahhhhh. Are we going back to Greece?” I ask excitedly and he chuckles.
“Well, at least I know what you want to do, huh?” He smirks. “That’s an idea to round back to as long as we go alone next time.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose then jerks the covers over us pulling me into his chest.
“I love you.” I feel him twirling my hair around his finger. I know sleep will come easy now with him here. My nightmares fear the Wallstreet God.
“They should be. Anyone or anything that fucks with you stands to chance a meet and greet with my aggressive army of demons.” He says.
“Outta my head Creed,” I whisper on a giggle right before I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat under my cheek.
chapter 26
Brogan
Staring out of the SUV window as it crawls to a stop, I take in the structure before me with a critical eye. It’s fucking huge. Even though at this point, I know the business owners of the company that renovated this century-old estate are credible, I turn the reigns over to that ruthless business bastard within. Never let a friendly façade overpower a judgment call when you have a financial stake at play.
