For once, I am going to let my body get what it wants and take what it needs and let my brain go fuckitself.
It is infuriating that he is so calm right now. He is doing this to make it harder for me. If he’d just grab me and kiss me it would be so easy for me to just melt into him, but he’s waiting for me to come to him and I love/hate it and the only thing my body can do right now is shove him. I shove him, like an eight-year-old girl in a playground. He doesn’t give me the satisfaction of laughing or grinning, because then I could call him an asshole and shove himagain.
He just patiently watches me, like a boxer waiting for his opponent to wear herselfout.
He gets up and goes over to the desk, removes his wallet from his pocket, places it on the desk top, removes his watch, places it on top of his wallet, adjusts them so they are angled in an aesthetically pleasing way. Gets his phone charger out from his overnight bag, plugs it into the wall outlet, plugs it to his phone. Everything he’s doing tonight is mindful andresponsible.
I’m the one who needs to bereckless.
He runs his fingers through his hair as he turns and faces me, puts one hand in his pocket, rests one hand on the edge of the desk. I stand there, facing him. I remove my robe and let it drop to the floor. He looks me up and down, taking me in with his eyes, drawing in a breath. I walk towards him, grab the lapels of his shirt, pull the shirt off of him, and we are kissing hungrily. He tastes good, a little bit minty. He must have brushed his teeth before coming to my room. His stubble is soft and I like the way it scratches against my skin. I bite his lower lip very gently and then suck on his earlobe. He finally makes a noise and it’s a groan, so deep and masculine anddelicious.
He puts his hands on my ass, lifts me up onto the desk as he kisses my neck…I reach my hand down. He’s so hard and I’ve got him in the palm of my hand, literally, wanting to feel in control of this situation, but he’s such a good kisser, it’s driving me crazy that that’s all it takes to make me this wet, to want him as much as Ido.
“I still hate you,” Iwhisper.
“I know,” he growls. “You’re going to hate me so much more when I’m done with you tonight.” He runs his hands down the sides of my legs, then up to my breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs grazing my already-hardnipples.
“Get over yourself,” I say, my hands exploring his chest. There’s something about his chest hair that is such a turn-on. He hasn’t shaved it, but it’s not particularly hairy either, it’s just the perfect length and amount of light brown upper chest hair, and I can’t stop touching it. Every cell of my body is vibrating with lust. Even my teeth are turned on. That’s a thing,right?
He leans down and softly bites the flesh of my breast, licking and sucking each nipple through fabric, before kissing me again, his tongue hot in my mouth. I squeeze my legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on against me, knowing that when it’s inside of me I will completely lose mymind.
But I want to make him lose his mindfirst.
I haveto.
I pull my lips way from his and unzip him, shoving his pants down and grasping his big hard cock in my hand while squeezing one of his ass cheeks.Holy fuck. No wonder you’re so cocky.He starts to pull my camisole off, but I push him away. He steps out of his pants and I maneuver him back over to the edge of the bed, kneel on the floor and position myself between his legs. He exhales slowly. I remove his boxer briefs, exposing his magnificenterection.
I made you this hard. I’m doing this toyou.
He grips the edge of the mattress. I look up at him, licking my lips. He holds his breath and whispers my name. I cup his balls with one hand and grip beneath the head with the other as I lick the warm tip, swirling around it with my tongue. His thighs tense up, and I feel him grow even harder, which seems impossible. I form a circle with my index finger and thumb and run it down to the base of his cock, then lick him up like an ice cream cone before putting my mouth down on him and sucking. He tastes so good. He’s clean and groomed and I could keep him in my mouth forhours.
“Oh God,” he groans, as he puts his hands in my hair. His voice is so sexy, and the way he’s gently tugging at my hair, it doesn’t feel thoughtless and needy, it feels like a scalpmassage.
I could make him come in about thirty seconds if I wanted to, but with one swift motion, he pulls me up and throws me down on the bed, rips off my underwear, put one of my legs up on his shoulder and licks and kisses my inner thigh, taking his time as he approaches the impatient throbbing warmth and wetness between my legs, making me quiver with anticipation. I punch the mattress. He doesn’t seem tonotice.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he says, his fingersexploring.
What he’s doing down there feels so amazing, I don’t even mind that he’s taken over. He squeezes my ass and penetrates me with his tongue. He is making sweet love to my external female sex organs with that tongue—there’s no other way to say it—I’m sorry but my brain has lost the ability to form descriptive sentences becauseholy cunning linguistI can’t believe that same mouth that speaks things that make me want to dropkick him is now doing things to me that makes me want to sit on his faceforever.
“Oh shit,” I gasp. My body starts undulating. I stiffen up, trying to contain the energy. “Oh shit. Fuck you, Braddock.” He reaches up and under my camisole, massaging my breasts. It feels so fucking good. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you.” This is very unladylike. My hands are clenched up in fists. I feel the waves of ecstasy washing over me. This can’t be happening, not with him, not thisgood.
“Just letgo.”
“Fuckyou.”
“Let yourself go,Erin.”
I cry out, and then bite my lower lip, grunting. I could actually cry right now. My body is feeling so much right now, it’s like my eyeballs need to emit sexual secretions too.Holy shit, you’re making my eyes come, you fuckdemon!
“You want me to fuck you?” His voice is deep and breathy. “You want me to fuck younow?”
Igrunt.
“Was that ayes?”
“Yes,” I say. I try to raise myself up and rest on my elbows. Let’s be clear about this. “Fuck me,Braddock.”
He licks and sucks on my clit one last time, kisses my mouth, then finds a condom, and in a matter of seconds I feel the weight of him on me and he’s fucking me. I’m so tight and he’s so big and hard, and even though I’m incredibly slippery down there, it stings at first, but it hurts so good and I sigh and moan. I’ve only ever faked these porny noises before, but this is naturally what’s coming out of me now. In no time, I’ve accepted the size of him and I can move withhim.
