Brick (Knights Corruption MC Series-Next Generation Book 4)

by S. Nelson

  “Spread your legs.”

  “Take off your pants,” she countered.

  “You first.”

  “As you can see, I’m not wearing any.”

  “You know what I mean. Let me see all of you.”

  She did as I commanded, so in fairness, I gave her what she wanted as well. Standing before her naked, I loved the way she visually appreciated my body. Her skin flushed the most gorgeous shade of pink as her breathing grew heavier.

  “Like what you see?” I asked.

  “You know I do.”

  “Even with these scars?” My question wasn’t meant to be serious but when the words left my mouth, a twinge of self-consciousness went with them.

  “Even more now because you survived.” Her smile widened, erasing any anxiety I held, no matter how small, about my marred physique.

  This would be the first time in nearly two weeks I’d been able to feast on Zoe’s body, and I wanted to take my time, but I also wanted to sink inside her and fuck her until we both came undone. Hard and fast.

  I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed, her arms stretching against the restraints. A shallow breath left her lungs right before she gasped, her tongue peeking out and running across her top lip in anticipation.

  With both knees on the edge of the bed, I spread her legs wider to accommodate my body. “Do you want me to fuck you now or tease you first?”

  “Tease,” she whispered. I nestled between her thighs, inhaling the addicting scent of her arousal. “Use your tongue,” she urged, thrusting her hips toward my mouth. “Please. Make me come.”

  Her pussy glistened, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I pressed my lips to her inner thigh, close enough to the warm place I craved. She bucked her hips once more, and if I allowed her to, she’d grind herself against my face. Any other time, it was exactly what I wanted, but right now I wished to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping all over my sheets. I might have to punish you.”

  “Then do it.” The clanking of the restraints reverberated through the space, the vibration of the noise striking me right in the center of my cock.

  She would take whatever I chose to give her.

  Nothing more.

  Nothing less.

  Running my fingers through her folds, I pushed two inside her and she arched off the bed, groaning her approval when I hit the spot that drove her crazy. She tried to match my rhythm, but I kept switching it up, fast, then slow.

  She looked up at the cuffs and pulled on them. “Take these off.”

  “Are they hurting you?” A flash of concern drifted through me but quickly disappeared when she shook her head.

  “No. I want to touch you. Please.

  “No.”

  “Brick.”

  “Zoe.” A smirk tugged on the corner of my mouth when her eyes held mine steady, staring up at her when I flattened my tongue and ran it over her pussy.

  “Brick, please take these off.” Her breath hitched when I closed my lips over her clit and sucked, the pressure enough to make her quiver beneath me. She continued to struggle to free her hands, but it was useless. Zoe was mine to do with as I saw fit, and all I wanted to do was taste her release on my tongue.

  I worked her over, cherishing her body all while tormenting her, pulling her toward explosion, then backing off right before she tipped over. Resting my arm over her belly to keep her still, I dipped my tongue inside her, pressing my thumb over her clit and drawing tiny circles to drive her mad.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please… don’t stop.” She thrashed her head from side to side and choked on her next breath.

  Her thighs quivered.

  Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.

  Her pleas fell around my ears.

  “Are you close?” I knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.

  “Yes,” she repeated, looking down at me with such intensity I’d do anything to keep that look on her beautiful face. She broke the connection and threw her head back, arching her breasts in the air and clamping her legs around my ears as she finally came undone.

  While she was still in the midst of her bliss, I crawled up her body, running my tongue up the center of her, licking each nipple, then continuing up her neck, over her chin and plunging inside her mouth to capture and tease her. Our kiss turned frenzied, but I pulled back a moment later and she groaned her displeasure. I didn’t say a word as I reached up and unhooked her from the cuffs. Her hands fell to my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh as she hooked her leg over my hip to pull me closer.

  The tip of my cock nudged against her opening, her eyes widening in anticipation.

  “Please.” My favorite word fell from her mouth. One word to drive me over the edge, but I had to reel it in because the way I felt right now I’d either hurt her or myself in the process.

  “I’m trying not to be too rough. I don’t want to hurt you. But I’m struggling to be gentle.”

  “Treat me however you need to, baby,” she purred, hooking her other leg around my waist. “Just don’t hurt yourself.”

  “So, you’re giving me full rein?”

  She bit her lip, dipped her eyes, and tightened her legs around me. “Whatever you need.”

  “I need you.”

  We agreed to stop using condoms after the last time, both of us having a clean bill of health, and with her being on the pill, we had no worries there. But then I got shot, so this was the first time I’d feel her bare.

  Reaching between our bodies while holding up my weight with my other arm so I didn’t crush her, I lined myself up and pressed into her. Then another inch. Then another. She held her breath.

  “I’ll go slow for this part.” I was a large man everywhere. Most of the women I’d been with hadn’t been able to take all of me and often I had to hold back. But Zoe was made for me. I just had to work myself inside her slowly in the beginning until she stretched around me.

  “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” I grunted, pushing in another two inches. She hooked her ankles together before widening her legs. Capturing her mouth, I caressed her tongue with mine, sucking on the tip, then baring my teeth. She loved my aggression, matching it when she dug her nails further into my shoulders.

  When I pushed in halfway, she released a strangled breath of air, her body locking up tight beneath me. I stilled, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, licking at her salty flesh before continuing.

  “Do it,” she whispered in my ear. “Just do it.”

  One of the many things that turned me on about Zoe in bed was that she loved to straddle the line of pleasure and pain, and right now she wanted me to hurt her.

  And I was only too happy to give her what she wanted.

  9

  A scream tore through me when Brick thrust forward, sheathing himself completely inside me.

  “Fuck!” I shouted. “Fuck.” I tangled my fingers into the thick of his dark tresses and tugged, hard. “You hurt so good.” Pulling his mouth to mine, I dragged my teeth over the plumpness of his bottom lip, then searched for his tongue, needing to taste him while he obliterated my body with his.

  I swallowed his groans as he fucked me. His arm disappeared behind his back and clasped onto my tangled ankles, pushing me further up the bed with every thrust until I was pinned against the headboard.

  “I can feel all of you.” His mouth was at my ear, his warm breath spreading over my skin. “I’m gonna live in your cunt.” He traced the shell with his tongue. “I can feel you gripping my cock, squeezing me.” I loved every filthy word he threw at me.

  As he pumped into me, he brought his arm from around his back and closed his fingers around my throat, restricting my inhale of air. “Your body is mine,” he declared, driving into me. Brick’s beard prickled against my cheek as he clamped tighter on my throat. My vision tunneled, and even when my lungs screamed for oxygen, I knew he wouldn’t push me too far. Seconds later, my lids closed and that�
�s when he released me. I sucked in a gulp of air, tingles shooting through my entire body with the relief.

  “I wanna get on top.” I gripped his hips, loving the feel of his large body on top of mine, the way his muscles constricted with every thrust, but I wanted to switch it up. “I wanna ride you.”

  “Not yet.” His labored breath told me he was on the verge of not being able to stop soon. “Let me fuck you some more this way.” He bent his uninjured leg forward and raised up on his arms, looking down at me with such reverence my heart beat faster.

  “You better not come yet.”

  “You know me better than that, baby. You’re gonna grip my dick at least twice before I explode inside you.”

  I studied the image of him above me, focusing on his eyes first and how they pinned me in place while he pushed my body to the limits. Then to his mouth, mesmerized with the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip before he sucked it between his teeth, only to release it, the corners curving upward in the most erotic grin I’d ever seen. Then to the tattoo on his neck, the artwork beautiful yet menacing. Then to the ink covering his entire right arm, his club’s emblem mixed with other images—various shades of blue and red mixing together to create a masterpiece. Then over his chest, his sun-kissed skin covered in a sheen of sweat. My eyes flicked to the wound on his left side, too close to his heart not to be frightening, even though he was okay. Then lower still, watching the muscles of his abdomen constrict and release with every movement. Lifting my head, I peered even lower, watching as his cock slid in and out of me, covered with my desire for him.

  “Do you like watching me fuck you? Because I do.” His eyes hit mine before looking to where our bodies joined, swiveling his hips without so much as a warning. I barely caught my breath before he did it again, hitting along every sensitive nerve tucked deep inside. “Wanna come?”

  Even if I wanted to prolong the outcome, I was powerless against the way he used his body. I shook my head, silently lying to him.

  “Yes you do.” He powered forward, again and again, calling for my body to obey, but before he threw me into utter bliss, he leaned back, grabbed both my legs and held them over his shoulders, raising my backside off the bed and fucking me deeper than before.

  My body hijacked my brain, muttering incoherently as my orgasm barreled down on me, shockwaves of pleasure incapacitating me as I rode the wave before finally coming back down. His movements slowed, allowing me to enjoy the fizzled snaps of pleasure that accompanied my release.

  “I want to get on top,” I finally said, moving my legs from his shoulders. Once he was on his back, I straddled him, wasting no time before impaling myself onto him. “You’re so deep,” I moaned, lazily moving at first. I was unbearably full.

  He gripped my hips and thrust upward. “Why are you takin’ your time?” His lids closed when he repeated the motion. “Fuck me. Move faster.” Again, he took control of my body, seeking the pleasure he’d given me twice so far.

  “I want to go slow.” His fingers dug into my skin. “Savor the feel of you inside me.” Leaning forward, I rested my hands on his chest, careful not to touch his injured side. I raised myself, nice and slow, swiveling my hips before crashing down on top of him. His eyes flew open and he hissed, the slight flare of his nostrils telling me he was going to break very soon.

  “Fuck me faster,” he growled, moving his hands toward my breasts, and pinching my nipples. Then his fingers were at my mouth, his thumb resting over the seam of my lips. I bit him and he pushed inside. “Suck it.” His hips came off the bed, and while he pressed into me, I sucked his thumb like he demanded, baring my teeth, then soothing the area with my tongue. “Enough teasing.” He withdrew his thumb, grabbed my waist, and raised me in the air until we were no longer connected.

  “What are you doing? I wasn’t teasing you. I was giving you want you wanted.” My sly smile made him shake his head in amusement.

  “You were teasing. Now get on all fours.” He moved behind me, positioning me how he liked when I didn’t move fast enough. “I said I wanted you to fuck me faster. Like this.” He slammed into me in a single thrust. A scream tore from my throat and I braced myself for his assault.

  Every movement was precise.

  Every filthy word meant to drive me to the brink… again.

  His hand landed between my shoulder blades and he pushed me down until my forehead rested against the blanket, my ass propped high in the air. Then he grabbed my hair and twisted my head to the side, all while keeping me in the position he wanted.

  He dominated me, fucking me with wild abandon.

  And I loved every thrust, every twinge of pain.

  Brick snatched my arms and pinned them behind my back in one of his while his other moved to my waist, never missing a beat, never slowing.

  He pumped into me over and over, the sounds he made driving me wild. As he chased his release, he let go of my arms and pulled me up, his chest flush with my back, biting down on my shoulder, kissing and sucking to cancel any pain.

  “I’m gonna come, baby. I’m gonna come so hard,” he grunted, wrapping his hand around my throat, and anchoring me to his large body. His other moved to my clit as his body moved with mine. “Can you come again?” I tried to nod, but I couldn’t move my head because of his hold.

  Reaching behind me, I tangled my fingers with his hair, tugging harder the more he worked me over. My clit was so sensitive, all he had to do was press a little harder and I’d be joining him. But he removed his fingers and replaced them with mine before wrapping his arm around my middle, our skin slicked with sweat.

  Warm pants of air hit my cheek, his breathing matching my heartbeat. “I wanna stay here forever,” he whispered in my ear.

  With a few more punishing drives, Brick shouted out his release, his lips finding mine in the chaos. We swallowed each other’s moans, the air shared between us suffocating.

  I couldn’t breathe.

  I couldn’t think.

  My heart filled.

  My senses evaded me.

  I basked in the feel of him.

  In me.

  Behind me.

  As we collapsed to the bed, a jumbled mess of thoughts invaded, but the one I focused on was wondering if the beautiful man next to me would judge me when I came clean about my past.

  10

  “I have a confession to make.” Zoe ran her fingers down my chest, then back up. She repeated this motion several times after speaking, keeping me on edge as to what she wanted to tell me.

  I hooked a finger under her chin and raised her head so I could see her eyes. “Are you gonna tell me?”

  “Promise me you won’t get mad.”

  My pulse raced at the possibilities, but I tried to remain calm. “I can’t promise you that because I don’t know what you’re gonna say.” I smiled to appease her sudden hesitation, but I couldn’t guarantee I’d keep the grin on my face after she filled me in.

  “I peeked at your license.” I pried my mouth open to respond, but she continued speaking, her words crashing together. “I wanted to wait until you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me, but I was impatient. I’m sorry.” She dipped her head, tearing her gaze from me, and I hated every second we weren’t visually connected.

  “Zoe.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “What are you sorry for?” I wasn’t upset. In fact, I was more amused than anything.

  She jerked her head back up. “You’re not mad?”

  “Of course not. What kind of psycho doesn’t want his girlfriend to know his real name?” I started to laugh but stopped when her eyes widened in shock.

  “Girlfriend?” Her voice shook on the two syllables.

  I hadn’t meant to broach the subject this way. The words involuntarily flew out of my mouth. But now that it was out in the open, I refused to take it back.

  “I don’t want anyone else and I’m hoping you don’t either.” I pulled her so she rested over the length of me, her mouth several inche
s from mine. When she decided to reside in silence, I became self-conscious. It was possible she didn’t see us like I did. But then why would she go out of her way to stay with me, take care of me while I healed? Who did that if there weren’t true feelings behind the actions? “Christ, Zoe. Tell me what you’re thinking before I think the worst.” She tried to move off me, but I wouldn’t let her go, clasping my hands over the small of her back.

  “You don’t know everything about me,” she mumbled, averting her eyes again.

  “So? You don’t know everything about me either,” I countered. “But that’s the fun part. We can discover things along the way.”

  “What if I tell you something you’re not down with?”

  “Not down with?”

  “Yeah.” The column of her throat constricted as she swallowed nervously.

  “I think you’re a good person, Zoe. Am I wrong?” My lips hovered over hers.

  “No.”

  “Then that’s all I need to know.” I captured her mouth, losing myself to her taste before finally breaking away. “Now, as for you finally knowing my name. Thoughts?”

  “I don’t know why you don’t like it,” she said, nibbling on her bottom lip.

  “I didn’t say I don’t like it. It’s just I haven’t gone by it since I was a kid. I’m so used to people calling me Brick.”

  “Why that nickname?”

  I gestured up and down over myself. “Once I hit puberty, I shot up, then when I started working out, I filled out a lot. My dad said because I was built like a brick shithouse, no one would ever mess with me. After that, he started calling me Brick, and it stuck.”

  “I can see that,” she replied. “Do you mind if I use your real name sometimes?”

  “Be my guest.”

  She traced her finger over my jawline, her eyes shining bright. “Matteo Benson.”

  “Are you gonna use my full name every time?”

  She playfully smacked my arm. “No.” A brief pause followed her answer. “I think Matteo is sexy. It fits you.”