by Marie Harte
His eyes widened. “Christ. I’m not going to last.”
Not wanting distance between them, she kissed him as he unbuttoned his shirt and toed off his shoes and socks. But before she could reach for his pants, he stopped her.
“Hold on,” he panted. “Let’s keep these on so we’re not done in two seconds.”
She smirked. “Two seconds, huh? You’re not impressing me yet, Battle.” I am such a liar. His body should belong in a museum, all sculpted muscle and strength.
His grin was carnal. “Then I guess I have my work cut out for me, don’t I, Dearborn?” He lowered her to the bed and followed her down, a fiery human blanket that incinerated on contact.
The feel of his chest brushing her sensitive breasts had her reaching for him with an embarrassing craving. Her body felt not her own, a trembling mass of desire on the verge of climaxing from some heavy petting and kissing.
He kept grinding against her, and the press of his large cock was destroying her ability to hold back her rise toward orgasm.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he confessed, his eyes bright as he stared down at her. “You’re a beautiful pain in the ass, you know that?”
The bite of humor had her desperation easing a little, and she wanted to thank him for pulling back, letting her enjoy the moment before rushing headfirst into ecstasy.
He left her to remove the rest of his clothes and grabbed a condom from his nightstand. The sight of him in the nude stole her breath away.
He glanced up after sheathing himself and grinned at her. “Yeah, that’s how I feel when I look at you.”
She shook her head, amazed at the musculature of his thighs. And to be honest, by the size of his equipment. Handsome and hung, and he worried about slowing down for her. Man, she had to have this man.
“No words,” he said for her, his gaze running down her body, centering on her breasts. “I’m really sorry for how fast this is going.”
“Quit talking and get in me,” she blurted. “We can slow down next time.”
He nodded and joined her on the bed, crawling up between her legs. “Just one thing.”
She groaned. “No talking.”
“I’m about to go down on you.”
She stopped groaning.
He gave a harsh laugh. “That shut you up. Look, Avery. Are we good to have sex? Both of us clean? I know I am.”
She blushed, though being embarrassed about talking about sex while doing it seemed silly. “Yes. I haven’t been with anyone in months, and we always used protection.”
“Same.” He didn’t ask any more questions; instead, he kissed her inner thigh.
She arched up. “I thought this was going to be fast.”
“I changed my mind.”
She stared at him as he looked at her while kissing and caressing her, inching his way higher.
Then be bent his head, attuned to the task at hand, and put his mouth over her.
She cried out, the feeling incredible, as Brad made love to her body. He definitely knew what he was doing, driving her to orgasm as he massaged with his lips and tongue. Avery had never responded so readily to a man, especially through oral sex, and she lost herself in climax while he continued to stroke her to new heights.
When he finally moved back to give her a moment to breathe, she saw his satisfaction, the smile in his eyes. “I love the way you taste,” he said as he licked his lips and covered her with his body. “I am so hard right now.”
“Y-you’re really good at that.” What was she saying? She had no idea, drawing him down to her again while he spread her thighs wider and positioned himself between her legs.
Brad slowly entered her, kissing her while he did so. They shared a groan between breaths as he seated the whole of himself and paused.
He pulled his head back and watched her while he withdrew before thrusting once more.
“You’re so big,” she gasped, her body revved and ready to go again.
Brad was right there with her. “You’re so hot. So wet,” he moaned and moved faster, fucking her with a frantic need she felt as well.
But her rise to another climax was cut short when he groaned and stilled. He looked to be in agony, yet so incredibly erotic. He continued to pump, moaning her name, and finally ceased on shaky arms over her.
Before she could speak, not even sure what to say after her own earth-shattering orgasm, he lowered himself and rolled them over. Still joined, now she lay on top. She sat up to keep him inside her.
“Now that is a sight I’ve been missing.” Brad sounded sleepy, his tension completely gone. And for the first time Avery saw the man behind all the bluster and responsibility. He looked boyish, soft yet not, and that sweet dichotomy had her feeling something more than desire.
“Yeah? You like me on top of you, hmm?” She’d like it more if he were hard again, but she couldn’t complain about this new intimacy.
“I sure the hell do.” Brad smiled up at her, focused on her breasts, and cupped them. “You feel good.”
She warmed, the points of her nipples sensitive and aroused. “So do you,” she said on a breath.
“Gimme a few minutes and then you need to ride me.” He scooted her off him and removed the condom. A good thing he’d worn one because the man had a lot to give.
He saw her surprised reaction and grinned. “What can I say? I like you.”
“Nice, Brad.”
He grabbed a tissue and wrapped the spent condom in it before dropping it to the floor. “Do me a favor and grab another one from my drawer.”
Did he have a special box for one-night stands? She wanted to care, to be thought of as someone more important than a mere sexual partner, but nothing much but the now existed for her while she was relaxing in a rush of endorphins.
“What did we just do?” she asked out loud.
“Put to rest some hostility, I’m thinking. That kiss we shared last week, that was angry sex. I could have done you there, against the wall, without missing a beat. You had me so hard and mad.”
“I thought that was just me,” she admitted and sat over him, staring down at him.
He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “You are so hot. You feel damn good on me, skin to skin.”
With just a little movement, he could slide up into her.
“I know.” She wiggled, feeling his cock growing thicker as he watched her.
“Oh, we’re going again. I just need some time.” He stroked her hips, then had her lean closer. “Put your breast in my mouth.”
“The whole thing?”
He laughed. “Let’s start with a nipple. Because yours are so pretty and tight and pink.” He palmed her breast and glanced at her face. “Are you blushing?”
“No.”
“You are.” He blinked. “Seriously? You’re sitting naked and wet on my cock.”
“Would you stop already?”
“You really are adorable.”
Adorable?
Before she could ask just what adorable meant on a scale of sexy to cute, he dragged her down for another kiss and teased her nipple. The friction over the tight bud had her squirming on top of him in no time, their slow build toward arousal stoked with little effort.
Avery was kissing him and rubbing all over him, surprised to find him hard again so suddenly.
But he wouldn’t be rushed, and she was losing patience.
“Slow down,” he ordered after they’d been kissing for an eternity.
“Speed up,” she countered and wiggled her way down his body. She didn’t give him a chance to comment before taking his erection between her lips.
“Avery, fuck.” He palmed her head and started pumping into her mouth, his arousal back to where she needed it. “Gonna have to put it on me. Soon,” he promised.
She learned what he liked
, sucking him deeper, playing with the soft skin covering his firm balls. She loved his contrasts—the coarse hair over his legs, the smooth skin of his cock, the steel-hard muscle of his body yet the tender way he touched her. The man was driving her crazy.
She sucked harder.
He bucked and pushed her off him. “The condom. On me.” His eyes looked wild.
She tore open the packet he handed her. “Watch.” She rolled it over him, slowly, and loved how he squirmed.
Then it was his turn. With a strength she envied, he lifted her up and let her slide down him. She took him deep inside her and felt every move he made.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He groaned and palmed her breasts, kneading them while he pushed up.
She took the hint and put her hands on his shoulders, riding him up and down, letting him hit that spot inside her that made her see stars.
“Yeah, that’s it. Harder, Avery.” He watched her, so intent, and she felt vulnerable in a way that scared her.
Intense feels accompanied the physical pleasure, until she lost herself to it, doing whatever he said because she couldn’t help teasing them both.
“Come, baby. All over me,” he rasped, letting go of her breasts to put a hand between them, the other guiding her by the hip to move faster. He rubbed her clit, and she saw fireworks, coming with a cry.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Yes.” He followed shortly after, holding her over him while he released.
The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room, a sexual catharsis relaxing every muscle in Avery’s body. She slumped over him, and he stroked her back, whispering sweet words in her ear.
When she could function once more, she let him roll her to her side and closed her eyes, not ready to look at him. Not after feeling all that. She had no idea what to call it. Intense, sexual, yes. But the accompanying affection shouldn’t fit with the carnal excesses between them.
“That was…” He sighed. “Let me think on it.”
She gave a weak laugh. “Tell me when you can come up with words to describe it.”
“Uh-huh.”
They lay there, next to each other, just breathing. Until Avery started to feel the wordless silence.
She chanced a peek at him, saw him staring at her, and quickly looked up at the ceiling.
She heard his grin when he said, “Shy now?”
“Nope. Just wondering how the hell I got here.”
“I spiked your coffee with ‘Brad is great’ pills.”
She laughed. “No, it was the hand.”
“The hand?”
“When you shook my hand. All that heat in your fireman body rushed up into me. Went straight between my legs.”
He groaned. “Don’t say that. You’ll get me hard again.”
“Not used to so much sex? I don’t believe it.”
“Not within the span of an hour. I like to stretch out my time. Not in a rush, not usually.” He let out a breath. “Then again, I have another couple of hours before I need to get ready to meet the guys for a workout.”
“Oh, I should go then.” She couldn’t get her body to work. She turned her head to see him still staring at her, propped on an elbow.
Brad’s arm over her stomach stopped her from thinking too hard about leaving. “Now, now. No need to run out of here. I’m pretty sure we worked up an appetite, and I did promise you breakfast.”
She narrowed her eyes, not sure if he was joking or not. “Is this where you try to get me to eat ‘your sausage’?”
He blinked and started laughing, so hard he cried. “Oh, God. Please. Eat my sausage. That’s classic.”
She had never seen him so happy before and could only stare.
“I have bacon, actually. And that’s not a reference for anything on my body, just to be clear.”
“Well, I had to ask.”
He kept laughing. “Of course you did.” Then he surprised her by rolling over on top of her.
“Brad?”
“Avery?” he said, smiling. “You’re actually pretty funny when you mean to be.”
“As opposed to when I’m tripping over my own feet?”
“Well, yeah.” He kissed her on the nose. Pulled back. Then kissed her lips.
The tender kiss deepened, until Brad was once again pressed up against her body, stealing her breath.
“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry, though he remained half-hard, not raring to go yet again.
She wanted to be thankful about that but wasn’t. I’m a nympho now? Relax, hormones!
“So, you’re really going to make me breakfast? I can go. It’s okay.” This was getting weird. No, she was getting weird.
Brad smirked. “Afraid you’ll get too attached if you stay?”
And like that, their earlier sense of challenge reasserted itself, giving her an out from the strange emotions cascading through her. “I’m afraid you’ll accuse me of taking advantage of you. Your fear is sexy though.”
He sat up. “I’m sorry. My fear?”
“Of falling for me, so you’re trying to rush me out of here.”
“Um, Avery, I’ve been offering to feed you.”
She arched up against his rising erection and raised a brow.
“Not my sausage, damn it.”
She snickered.
Then he did too. “God, you make me want to spank you as much as kiss you.”
“Back at ya, Bradford.”
He kissed her, hard, and made her instantly horny again. Except he didn’t follow through. The blasted man yanked her off the bed and over his shoulder.
“Brad!” So undignified.
He patted her ass, and it felt pretty damn good. “You’re going to be nice to me if I have to force you to. We’re eating breakfast, then I’m eating you out. We’ll fuck. You’ll leave. I’ll go work out, and we’ll never talk about this again. Ever.”
An easy enough fix, and probably the best call they could make. Because dating Brad Battle would be a nightmare, especially with as much attention as they’d been getting. “Right. We had sex, scratched an itch, and we’re done.”
“Done and friends,” he said as he gently stood her upright.
She nodded and held out a hand. He took it…and led it to his dick. She had to squeeze, instilling a groan or two.
He laughed when she refused to let go. “So, after all this, we’re going to try to be friends. Right?”
“I think so, yes.” She let go of him and did her best not to feel weird about being naked in front of him.
He stared at her. “You need clothes, don’t you?”
“I do.” She sighed. “But feel free to remain naked while you cook.”
He left and returned in shorts with a large shirt for her to wear. One of his.
She put it on and rumpled her hair. “I look sexy, right?” More like messy.
He nodded, solemn. “You have the best ‘just fucked’ hair I’ve ever seen.”
She groaned. “Good thing I have nothing but an interview at two. I’m going home to shower.”
“Not yet.” Brad fixed her breakfast, or tried to, but halfway through his attempt at fried eggs, she took over.
“You’re not very good in the kitchen, are you?”
“No, but I want to be good. That should count, right?”
“Ah, not really.” She made the bacon, eggs, and toast and let him pour the coffee.
When they’d finished eating, he stared at her with a strange look on his face.
“What?”
“Did this really happen?”
“The sex—yes. I was there.”
“No, that food.” He shook his head in wonderment. “You can cook your ass off. I mean, that was amazing.”
She flushed. “It’s just breakfast.”
“You totally deserve a
reward for that.” He stared at her breasts as if she wasn’t wearing his shirt.
“Um, isn’t sex a reward for you?”
He stood and pushed down his shorts, revealing a long, thick erection, and just looked at her.
“Okay, it’s a prize. I admit it.”
He smiled. “Now let’s take a walk back to the bedroom and investigate how flexible you are.”
“With limits?” Did he want to get kinky with her? Like, bondage?
“With your body. You look pretty bendable to me, and I really want to try a new position.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks grew hot. “Um, well, okay, I guess.”
“You guess?” He removed his shorts and started pumping his shaft.
“Well, fine. If you insist.”
And insist he did, into two more orgasms for her. But they were just for today and nothing more than physical release.
She was halfway through her doorway at home when her phone rang.
“Yes?”
“It’s me.”
Huh. Brad must have found her number because she didn’t recall giving it to him.
“I’m sorry. Who is this?” She had been trying the entire drive home not to feel bad that he only wanted sex between them. And not even continual sex, just that one morning. It made sense to keep things simple. And now that they’d fucked—yes, just fucked, Ms. Sentimental—they knew the answer to what it would have been like.
Spectacular.
“Very funny. It’s Brad, smartass. The guy you were just playing bend over the dresser with.”
“Oh. That Brad.” She got a chuckle out of him and felt super proud for sounding casual about what had been a mind-melting sexual awakening.
“I, ah, I want to do this again. With you. This morning, I mean. Hang out, get together, you know.”
I have no idea. “Okay, I guess.”
He snorted. “You guess?”
“Well, yes. Fine.”
“Took you long enough. I must not have been doing it right.” His sarcasm she could handle. For some reason, it soothed her. This Brad she knew.
“Well, maybe if we tried it my way next time, you might last longer.”
The pause had her thinking she might have pushed him a little too far. Although he couldn’t have missed how she’d screamed his name as she’d come the last two times, pleading with him to finish her.