by Laura Lee
Dudes, listen up. The trick to eating pussy like a pro is variety. Always keep the ladies guessing. Then, when you have her writhing in ecstasy and mumbling incoherently, when her toes are curling and she’s fisting the sheets, never underestimate the power of a good clit-suck. Dicks aren’t the only ones who appreciate suction. It’s your ironclad money-back guarantee that will bring her over the edge and then some. Rainey is no exception to that. The instant my lips start tugging on her juicy little bud, her heels dig into my shoulders and she yanks on my hair. Her body is taut—stiff as a board—as she screams my name over and over with her sexy rasp. I’m pretty sure she’s about to yank my hair out of the follicle but I keep at it until she goes limp. I watch the sleepy, satisfied smile stretch across her face as I transition into slow, lazy flicks of the tongue until I’m certain she’s come down from the high.
As I’m placing chaste kisses on her thighs, getting ready for round two, she abruptly pulls her legs back and stands.
“What the —”
Rainey quickly steps into her shoes, walks across the room to grab her discarded coat, and pulls it on until that sexy little costume is covered entirely. I think I whimper a little.
“Thanks for the payback, Brody. I really needed that.”
“Huh?” I’m still on my knees, trying to figure out what the fuck is happening right now.
She points her thumb over her shoulder. “So, I’m gonna head out now. I’ll see you later, okay?”
I finally get my head out of my ass and jump up. “Wait a minute...we were just getting started. Why are you leaving so early?”
“I’m going to call it a night. We both got off. What’s the big deal?”
I take three long strides until I’m right in front of her. “I’m pretty sure I was right in the middle of getting you off again. What’s the hurry?”
Rainey’s mouth twitches to the side as she shrugs. “I don’t want to blur any lines. It’s easier this way.”
I frown. “Easier how?”
“I’m on day shifts right now which means I wake up before dawn. If I stay any longer, or have any more orgasms, I’ll be too spent to go home.”
“I’m still not seeing the problem, babe.”
She sighs. “That’s not what this is. Sleepovers muddy things up.” She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Look, I had a good time—great actually—I’d love to continue this later.”
I stand there speechless as she leaves my apartment without another word. Did she just use me for sex? Damn, it’s not so fun being on this side of it.
Chapter Thirty-Four
RAINEY
“One more push should do it, Jacinda,” Dr. Thomas says.
Yes, that Dr. Thomas. Jerkin-a-Gherkin Thomas. Talk about an uncomfortable situation at work.
“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggghh!” our patient screams. “You’re never touching me again, you stupid piece of shit!”
This was directed at the woman’s husband—not her obstetrician. The poor guy glances across the bed at me with wide eyes.
I shrug. “They always say that during natural childbirth.”
“Here she comes!” Dr. Thomas announces.
I take my place beside him on the business end of the delivery, with my blanket ready to go. Once the baby’s shoulders pass, she slips out lightning fast into the doctor’s waiting hands. I scoop her up as he clamps and cuts the cord before setting her on mom’s stomach and suctioning some leftover fluid out of her nose and mouth. No matter how many times I’ve seen this part, I always have to fight back tears when I see the parents looking at their new child for the first time. It doesn’t matter if it’s their first kid or their tenth; that look of pure awe and elation is always the same.
After mama and daddy have a few moments with their new daughter, I go through my usual routine of doing an Apgar assessment, securing their ID bands, weighing and measuring, administering eye drops, and giving a vitamin K shot. I’ve done this so many times by now that it’s almost second nature. At Memorial, we encourage skin-to-skin contact immediately after birth whenever possible before moving on to the baby’s first bath and footprints. Usually that first hour or so after the delivery, I hang out in the background, staying far enough away so the family can have bonding time but close enough should they need anything. This is usually the time when I remember how badly I want a child of my own. The older I get, the more it bothers me. I know people give birth well into their forties these days but I want to be young enough while my child grows to be active with them.
The door cracks open and Dr. Thomas peeks his head back in. “Rainey, can I borrow you for a few minutes?”
“Uh...sure.”
He smiles at me as I join him outside the patient’s room. “How’ve you been?”
“Okay...how about you?”
“Disappointed, actually. I was expecting to hear back from you after you started feeling better so we could reschedule our date.”
Yep, I faked being sick to gracefully escape the tiny dick situation. Rather ironic considering how my first night with Brody ended, huh? In my defense, I thought avoiding his calls for a while was nicer than telling him the truth. No man wants to hear that they don’t measure up below the belt.
I start fidgeting. “Oh...well, sorry about that, Chris. I’ve been busy.”
“That’s okay. I have you here now. So...when can I take you out again?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Actually, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
He frowns. “May I ask why? I thought we were getting along well.”
“Um...I actually started seeing someone else. Exclusively.”
“Oh.”
I can’t stand the forlorn look on his face so I decide to elaborate. “It’s not as sudden as it seems. We’ve been friends for years. We just decided in the past week to try for something more.”
“I see.”
“But I did have a nice time on our dates,” I stammer. “You’re a nice guy. It was...nice.”
Christopher flinches every time I say nice and then he clears his throat. “Okay then. Well, I need to get back to my office. I suppose I’ll see you around.”
I bite my lip to avoid another nervous outburst as he walks away. I think that went well, all things considered. He doesn’t need to know that the only reason I made a deal with Brody was to get laid, right? Speaking of...I can’t get that damn man-child out of my head today. There was never any doubt that Brody and I have chemistry, but last night was unreal. I can’t stop thinking about all the wicked things he can do with his tongue.
Here’s a confession for you: I’ve never really enjoyed giving blow jobs before. I mean, I didn’t hate them, but it was always more of a tit for tat thing. If I expected a guy to go down on me, I should be willing to return the favor. It’s a matter of common courtesy. With Brody though, I was fully aroused before ever touching him. I was actually looking forward to it. And during the act itself? I couldn’t get enough. I would’ve happily treated his peen like the best lollipop in the world all night long if I wasn’t concerned about getting lockjaw. Since we’re being so truthful, I’ll admit that I freaked out, which is why I bailed so quickly afterwards. If oral was that good, I can’t imagine how actual sex will be. I keep telling myself to keep my emotions out of this, but being with Brody was like a friggin’ religious experience. If I didn’t bolt, I don’t know if I would’ve been able to keep things casual like they need to be. I needed time to gather my wits. This thing with Brody has an expiration date. I want to settle down and be a mom one day— preferably sooner rather than later. That means I don’t have time to waste with a man that doesn’t have long-term potential. Brody and I have been dancing around our attraction to each other for years so there’s no better time than now to act on that. We can get off while we’re getting each other out of our systems. Then, once that’s done, I resume looking for Mr. Right. Simple, right? I decide to text Brody so we can finish what we started yesterday.
Me:
Hey you. I’m off at six tonight if you feel like coming over. If it’s early enough, we should have plenty of time to pick up where we left off.
He responds within seconds.
Brody: Sorry, babe. I’ll be working late tonight. Raincheck?
I’m more bummed about that than I’d like to admit. Only because of his talented tongue, of course.
Me: No prob. Maybe another night.
Brody: Can’t wait.
Me: Did you really just emoji kiss me?
Brody: I sure did.
I laugh. He may have the maturity of a thirteen-year-old, but I’m willing to admit that’s part of his charm. What’s the harm in playing along?
Me: Have a good day, Brody. Let me know when your wants to hook up with my .
Brody: Will do, darlin’. In the meantime, I’ll be thinking about all the things I’m going to do to your pretty .
I laugh harder this time, garnering curious looks from my co-workers sitting behind the nurse’s station. I also have to clench my thighs together and will Gina to slow her roll. Who knew you could be so amused and turned on at the same time?
Damn him.
Chapter Thirty-Five
BRODY
I keep thinking about my earlier texts with Rainey. I love this new dynamic we have. I’ve always known she had a playful side hiding beneath her snarky surface, but I can’t say I ever expected to experience it firsthand. You certainly won’t hear me complaining. I’ve been busting my ass all afternoon so I can cut out of work early and surprise her. I feel like a dick for making her think I didn’t have time for her but I like catching Rainey off guard. Between you and me, she’s a tough nut to crack. I’m a man that enjoys a challenge, but I like the rare glimpses I get of her softer side when she forgets to don the tough girl mask.
Balancing a hot pizza in one hand and cold beer in the other, I exit the elevator that leads to Rainey’s third floor condo. I press her doorbell with my elbow and wait. I can hear her making her way to the front door so I stare straight into the peephole and grin.
Rainey opens her door, looking beautifully confused. “Brody, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work late.”
She’s still in her scrubs and her long hair is thrown into a messy bun on the top of her head. She’s not wearing a stitch of makeup today which makes me smile. Rainey could easily convince someone she’s twenty-three rather than thirty-three, but it’s even more pronounced with a fresh face. Her natural beauty always renders me speechless.
I gesture to the food and drink. “I finished up early and thought you might be hungry.”
“I’m starving. I just walked in the door a few minutes ago.” She steps aside so I can enter the apartment. “I need to take a shower first though. I’m pretty sure I have placenta on me somewhere.”
Okay, as gross as that image is, my dick is still half hard because I can’t stop thinking about her soaping up in the shower. “Take your time, princess. I’ll just put this in the kitchen until you’re done.”
She smiles. “Thanks. I won’t be too long.”
I zone out on the NFL Network, trying not to think about the fact that Rainey is wet and naked right now, but I’m not doing such a great job. Thor is so excited that if I look down, I can see him trying to peek out of the top of my jeans. The water’s been running for about five minutes and I can’t take it anymore. I hope she’s had enough time to herself because I’m suddenly feeling the need for a shower. Making a move like this could turn out two ways: either she’ll invite me in with open legs or she’ll punch me between my legs. I’m hoping it’s the former.
I quietly open the door to Rainey’s master bath, thankful it wasn’t locked, and close it behind me so the steam doesn’t escape, alerting her to my presence. Luckily, her tub has a curtain rather than glass doors, so I have a better chance of pulling this off. I quickly remove my clothes and cross the room. I open the floral curtain slightly to peek inside and practically jizz on the spot. Rainey has her head tilted back under the spray, rinsing her hair. Her tits are pushed forward, water sluicing off those luscious mounds, begging for me to catch the droplets with my tongue. Her eyes are closed as I step into the tub so she jumps when I seal my mouth over one rosy bud.
“What the—” she yelps.
I release her nipple with a pop and stand to my full height, towering over her. “Mind if I join you?”
I think we both realize at the same time that this is the first time we’ve seen each other fully naked so we have a moment of silence as we take inventory.
Christ, her body is fucking amazing.
I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on every inch of it. Bountiful curves in all the right places. A stomach that’s flat but soft and thighs that are toned but thick—perfect for biting. Rainey’s complained in the past about being too curvy, which is fucking ridiculous in my opinion.
Ladies, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Women come in all shapes and sizes and trust me when I say that dudes love looking at you naked no matter which category you fall under. We don’t pick apart every little flaw like you do, either. That cellulite on your ass that you loathe? I promise that’s not what we’re focusing on when we’re taking you from behind. Honestly, we probably don’t even notice it—we’re just trying not to come in two seconds from seeing you at that angle. The tits that you think aren’t big enough or that little pooch on your tummy that you’re always trying to suck in? We don’t care. Every man has different preferences but the one constant is this: we wouldn’t want to get you naked if we didn’t want to see you naked. Try remembering that the next time you’re worried about your perceived imperfections because there’s nothing sexier than confidence.
I wait until her eyes meet mine. “Like what you see?”
Her lips twitch. “Meh, you’re okay.”
I laugh. “Just okay, huh?”
She scrunches her nose. “Maybe a little more than okay.”
I palm her ass and pull her into me. “Do I need to remind you that there’s nothing little about me?”
“Brody?” She gasps when I lean down to nibble her neck.
“Hmm?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
With pleasure, honey.
I push the wet hair away from her eyes as I lean down to take her lips. The kiss starts out slow, sensuous, in direct contradiction to the fury building inside of me. I want nothing more than to turn her around, bend her over, and shove myself into her from behind, but somehow I manage to hold myself back. As our tempo increases, Rainey clutches the back of my neck with both hands like she’s hanging on for dear life. Shallow strokes of the tongue become deeper. Light nibbles turn into demanding bites. I feast on the graceful lines of her neck while my hand kneads her incredible breasts. I get a brilliant idea, so I pull away from her to pick up a bottle off the built-in shelf.
“Have you had a chance to soap up yet?”
Rainey bites her bottom lip. “If I say no, are you going to do it for me?”
I grab the hot pink loofah from behind her and squirt a generous amount of peach scented body wash onto it. “I’d do it even if you said yes. You can never be too clean, you know.”
She laughs. “Is that so?”
I work up a lather and begin running it over her tits, paying special attention to her perky nipples. “I take personal hygiene very seriously.”
She automatically widens her stance when I kneel down to wash her shapely legs. I’m now at eye level with her pussy so I really have no choice but to give it some attention. Rainey gasps and slams her palm against the tiled wall when I run the fluorescent poof over her clit. Up and down. Down and then back up. Her flesh is slick as I abandon the sponge and use my thumbs to spread her lower lips open, teasing her—touching everywhere but the bullseye she wants me to hit. Rainey’s lips form the cutest little pout when I remove my thumbs, clearly wondering why I’ve stopped touching her. I give her a wicked smile as I grab the hand shower and turn the dial to release the flow
of water. She catches on quickly when I switch to the massage setting and turn it toward her.
Rainey’s head falls back against the wall as the spray hits her greedy little cunt. “Oh, God.”
“You like that, baby?”
“Unh...if you stop before I come, I’ll murder you. Slowly and painfully.”
I smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I watch her facial expressions as I direct the water to my intended mark. Rainey raises up on her toes every time it touches her clit and she groans in frustration when I pull it back as she gets close to coming.
“You’re a dick, Brody,” she complains, after the fourth time I refuse her orgasm.
I trace my finger around her tight hole. “You think so?” I redirect the water back to that little bundle of nerves at the exact moment that my finger slides inside of her. “Would you like me to stop?”
She’s moaning and panting now as I pump my finger in and out. “If you do, I’m never talking to you again. Quit fucking teasing me, Brody. For the love of God, make me come.”
“Gladly, babe.”
I switch the setting to pulse and hold it directly over her clit as I add another finger and continue working her over. Rainey’s back is arched and her hips are moving in sync with the water. When I feel her clenching around my fingers, I hold the spray even closer for a few seconds before replacing the water with my lips. I pull her into my mouth and flick my tongue quickly, loving the way she’s squeezing me from the inside.
