by Lauren Dane
'Stand up,' she said. 'Take off your tie. Then your shirt. I want to look at you.'
He looked a little sheepish, but he stood and loosened his tie. He tossed it on to the bed, then thumbed open the buttons of his shirt and let it hang open over a chest and abs that were as delicious as she'd hoped. He pulled the shirt off without turning the sleeves inside out and hung it neatly on the back of the chair.
'You take care of your things,' she noted.
Brandon paused, a hand on his belly, fingers splayed.
'Shouldn't I?'
'Some men don't.'
His hand moved in a small, hypnotising circle over the tight lines of his stomach. She watched the motion, thinking of how his skin would smell and taste, and of how he would sound if she buried her face in the patch of hair just below his belly button and leading to his crotch.
Something flickered in his gaze. 'I'm not some men.'
'You certainly aren't. Take off your pants.'
For an instant she thought he might balk at this step-by-step instruction, but Brandon only smiled. He went for his socks first, though, which wasn't what she'd told him to do but showed he was paying attention. A man in socks and underwear couldn't help looking ridiculous. In bare feet, he tugged his belt open, unzipped and stepped out of his dark trousers. He wore a pair of dark boxer briefs. And he did look fine.
'You fill those out very nicely,' Leah said, hoping to see him blush again.
He did, just a little, but didn't look away from her. 'Thanks.'
She got off the bed and walked around to him. She breathed in slow, languorous sips as she moved around him in a circle, one hand on his shoulder to act as her pivot point. When she let her fingers trail across his shoulder blades and down the other arm, his skin pricked into gooseflesh beneath her touch.
'You have a gorgeous body.' She wasn't trying to flatter him. It was the truth. 'You take care of yourself, too.'
His low laugh and the way he ducked his head endeared him to her. 'I try.'
What did she want? A smorgasbord of possibilities spread out in her mind, limited only by what she was willing to ask for. To demand, she thought with a secret smile, which he saw.
'Are you sure this is what you want?' He made a bracelet of his fingers for her wrist.
She didn't know how much she appreciated the question until she gave him the answer. 'Yes. I'm sure. Are you?'
He nodded, solemn.
'What do you want, baby?' The words slipped from her lips, slippery, like pulling beads on a string. She moved closer, very aware of how she was still dressed and he was mostly not. She reached to stroke her hand down the front of his briefs, the fabric soft but what lay beneath most definitely not. 'I want to hear you say it.'
'I want to be inside you.'
She shook her head slightly.
Brandon swallowed again. His gaze flared. The hint of a smile tugged that sweet mouth up, but he didn't give in. 'I want my dick inside you.'
'Dick is an ugly word,' she said and put his hand between her legs. 'Say, "I want my cock inside your cunt."'
He drew in a breath and let it out. She arched again into the magic his fingers were making between her legs. He bent his head to hers. Their cheeks touched, making heat. Maybe he was blushing. Maybe she was. His mouth found the curve of her ear.
'I want to put my cock in your cunt, Leah.' His voice snagged on the word, but not on her name. He nuzzled her lobe, then lower. She shivered. 'Please.'
She opened her mouth to speak but moaned, instead. Her arms wound tighter around his neck, holding him to her. 'God, yes. I want you to fuck me, Brandon,' she whispered, not believing the words spilling from her but unwilling to stop them.
This time when he pushed her on to the bed it was rougher but at the same time more graceful, one hand behind her head to keep her from falling. He moved over her, his mouth seeking hers. He captured her lips in a hard kiss, perfect, forcing her mouth to open for his tongue.
'Take off my shirt,' she whispered against his mouth, her fingers roaming his sides and over his ass.
Brandon sat up, straddling her. The bed dipped low on either side under his knees. His hands went to the buttons on her blouse and he opened the top two slowly. He bent his face to inhale her as he eased the buttons from the slots, then kissed each inch of exposed flesh as he pulled the fabric aside.
She wore a lacy bra that matched her panties, and with each breath her breasts threatened to surge free of the cups. Brandon kissed each one, then sat up again to help her arms out of the sleeves. He was as careful with her shirt as he'd been with his, folding it and setting it to one side.
'My skirt.'
He slid a hand beneath her to tug at the zipper and she lifted her hips to help him. When he pulled the fabric over her hips, his hands were shaking. When she lay, naked but for her bra and her elastic-topped stockings, he looked over her body, then at her face.
'Touch me,' she urged, almost unbearably aroused that he was waiting for her to give him permission.
Leah spread her legs as much as she could with him on top of her. She thought he would go right for her pussy; she hadn't been specific, after all, and she already knew he understood how much she liked his mouth there. He surprised her.
Brandon moved off her to kneel on the bed at her feet. He put his hands on her ankles, cupping them loosely, then moving up over her calves. Her thighs. Her hips. His fingers spread, palm flat, he smoothed over her belly and up her sides, over her breasts, to the dip of her collarbone and across her shoulders, then down her arms to end with his hands in hers.
The action had put him in an awkward position, one knee between her thighs and the other to the side. He leaned over her. She tightened her fingers in his.
'Kiss me.'
He did, without letting go of her hands.
In a smooth motion, Leah reversed them. She pushed upwards against his hands as she rolled, careful not to catch him in a tender place with her knee. She ended up on top of him. His cock throbbed through the soft cloth of his briefs against her bare pussy. Her thighs gripped his hips. Her hair fell forwards, shielding them both from seeing anything but each other's face as she leaned to kiss him again.
They were still holding hands.
She was on the pill and had never missed one, but she was also not stupid. She'd picked up the package of condoms from the hotel gift shop earlier that day. It was better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them . . . though no small part of her had known she would need them.
'I'm going to get up.' She looked into his eyes. 'I want you to be naked when I get back.'
His smile slayed her, utterly, so sweet and sexy and guileless and completely genuine. Band camp, her ass. This was the smile of a man who knew exactly what he was doing and how it affected her.
'Yes, ma'am.'
Her fingers squeezed his, hard, at his words.
'Do you like that?' he asked, his gaze searching hers. He tugged her a little closer so she had to let him support her weight with their linked hands or lurch forwards. She let him support her. 'You like me calling you that?'
She wasn't sure she wanted to like it, but there was no denying that she did.
Brandon's smile straightened a bit but didn't go away entirely. He lifted his face closer to hers, not quite kissing her but letting her kiss him if she wanted. His breath brushed her mouth. 'I like the way your skin flushes when you're turned on.'
'Do you?' She didn't kiss him, not quite.
The heat of his erection pressed between her legs. He pushed a little closer to her mouth but still didn't take the last fraction of an inch. 'Yes.'
She traced his upper lip with her tongue, then his lower, then sat up. He fell back, smiling. Leah got off him and went to the dresser where she'd stashed her make-up bag and the box inside. She pulled the package free. When she turned, he'd shucked his briefs and lay with his hands behind his head.
For an instant she envied him and that male comfort with hi
s body, but then remembered she wore only a bra and stay-up stockings and hadn't even worried about the size of her ass or hips or tits. He had done that for her. Made her not think it mattered. Or maybe she'd done it for herself.
Now she let herself savour the sight of him. Long, long legs, long torso. He was smooth, with a few dark hairs on his chest around the nipples she wanted to suck and bite. He trimmed his pubic hair but didn't shave it, and she was glad. He was young enough. She didn't want to feel like she was fucking a schoolboy.
He watched her watching him and said nothing. His cock spoke for him, getting thicker as she watched. She'd like to put it in her mouth later. She'd like to hear him cry out her name.
'Should I be concerned you weren't going to ask about this?' She tapped the foil square in his palm.
'How do you know I wasn't going to?'
'Were you?'
He hesitated. 'I would have remembered.'
She laughed and shook a scolding finger. 'Don't tell me you're not a safe-sex kind of guy.'
'I've sort of been a no-sex kind of guy lately.'
Leah had one knee on the bed when he said that and paused in crawling towards him. Brandon took his hands from behind his head and sat, one impossibly long leg bent. She moved closer.
'Really,' she said, not making it a question. She believed him.
'Yeah. Um . . . bad break-up,' he said by way of explanation.
'So you've been celibate?'
She pushed him back on to the pillows and straddled him, his cock thrust upwards between them. She stroked it as she spoke, watching his face but relishing the feeling of smooth hot skin under her palm.
'I didn't try to be, it just happened that . . . way . . .'
'Despite your downstairs neighbour who wants you to go to bed with her?'
He groaned, pushing upwards into her hand. 'I didn't want to sleep with her.'
Leah smiled as she pulled the condom from the package and smoothed it down over his delicious prick. 'Why not?'
'Because I wanted to be with you,' Brandon said through clenched teeth.
'Well,' she said with a sigh as she raised her body high enough so she could lower herself on to his erection, 'now you are.'
26
Leah hadn't forgotten the time-stopping magic of two bodies joining for the first time, but it had been a long time since she'd felt it. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sheer assault of pleasure as he filled her. When his hands moved to her hips, she opened them to look in to his eyes.
He was looking into hers.
For one sparse second tension speared her. What on earth was she doing, fucking a near-stranger? One with whom she still needed to work for one more day?
When he thrust slowly, experimentally, the thoughts didn't disappear . . . but they did get shoved away. Brandon's fingers tightened on her hips as he pushed deeper inside her. His cock was long and thick and lovely, and it filled her so completely she bit her lower lip against a moan.
Leah put both her hands on Brandon's chest. The flesh beneath her palms was warm. Smooth. She skidded them over his nipples, those twin dark discs she'd already fantasised about sucking. When her fingernails scraped the sensitive skin and he drew in a sharp breath as he thrust upwards, she smiled. She pinched them both, but not too hard.
Brandon let out another breath, his brow furrowing, but after a second he closed his eyes. His head tipped back in to the pillow's cradling softness.
Leah circled her hips as she pushed with her hands to lift her body a couple of inches. She bent her elbows and let her breasts brush his chest. Her nipples, taut and aching already, teased his, and he opened his eyes. He licked his mouth, but his hands never left her hips and he didn't stop his slow sweet thrusts.
Leah had never been a fan of nipple play for herself. She didn't like them sucked or tweaked or, God forbid, clamped. Now, however, as she moved her breasts teasingly over Brandon's chest, the sensitivity in her nipples that had always kept her from enjoying too much stimulation didn't seem as overpowering. Each light touch sent a shiver through her. Her lips parted so she could sip in the air.
She pushed upwards again and pinched his nipples, watching the way his jaw clenched when she did. 'Do you like that?'
'Yes.'
Brandon's cock slid impossibly deeper inside her, and Leah wondered if he'd known he liked it before she did it. She wasn't the first woman he'd ever fucked or gone down on, not unless he was the boy genius of cunnilingus. No, he'd had experience. But despite his reaction to everything she'd asked of him so far, Leah doubted he'd ever played the sort of games she had been toying with her entire sexual life.
She loved this slow fucking, the absence of frantic thrusts, the pressured rubbing and stroking. Brandon's fingers tensed and relaxed on her hips as he thrust inside her, his cock-head hitting her G-spot each time until a liquid heat built inside her.
Brandon had snagged his lower lip with his teeth in concentration. Sweat gleamed on his upper lip and along his hairline, but he wasn't moving faster.
It could have been too intense, their slow and silent fucking, but Brandon's smile gave Leah permission to tip her head back and let out a deep throaty laugh. When she looked back at his face, his smile had grown a little bemused, but hadn't disappeared.
'You have a sexy laugh.' His voice was a little rougher than usual, a little deeper, a little lower. A little out of breath.
Hearing this evidence of his arousal, Leah settled herself firmly on his prick and stopped moving. She clamped her knees tight against him and laid her hands flat on his chest, her palms covering his deliciously sensitive nipples.
'You're not going to ask me why I laughed?'
She watched his tongue slide out to stroke along that luscious lower lip.
'I assumed it was because you were happy.'
Such a simple answer, which caused such an uprush of emotion in her.
'Is that why you think I'm with you right now?' she murmured, rocking on him but not moving enough to give him room to thrust. 'Because you make me happy?'
Now his hands left her hips and travelled up to caress her breasts, palming the nipples but not tweaking them. 'It wouldn't be a bad reason, would it?'
'No, Brandon,' Leah said as her back arched when he touched her. 'It most definitely would not.'
'Good,' he said and slid one hand down between them to anchor his thumb against her clit.
She drew in a breath at the direct pressure there, but she didn't start moving again. He was still achingly hard inside her, the head of his prick nudging her cervix. So far he'd only gently thrust; if he really let go and pounded into her Leah imagined, with regret, she might be wincing instead of writhing. She knew her body's limits well, but he didn't. She might want him to fuck her fiercely, but she didn't want to walk bow-legged the next day.
But he was still beneath her, his thumb pressing as slowly and exquisitely as he'd thrust his cock in to her before. He was clearly patient. He was giving her control.
Leah's clit pulsed and her body jerked. Brandon eased the pressure. 'Too much?'
'No.' She shook her head. 'It feels good.'
She ran her hands up and down his chest without leaning forwards. She traced his ribs, then the concave dip of his belly, firmly muscled. She circled a fingertip around his navel.
Their frenzy had abated but not her urgency. 'I want you to fuck me so hard,' she murmured and delighted in the way his eyes widened ever so slightly and the brick-red flush crept up his throat. She swore she felt him throb inside her.
But when he shifted, Leah shook her head. 'But not yet.'
Some part of her was still waiting for him to get mad, to move ahead no matter what she said. To force himself on her Ðnot a rape, but the simple, sheer force of his need taking precedence over hers. What he wanted replacing what she did.
So she waited, tense, for him to shake his head, or start fucking upwards inside her, to give over to the desire she saw clearly in his eyes and felt in every straining muscle
of his body.
Brandon didn't relax. She didn't think either of them could at this point, not with their bodies joined so intimately and their pleasure so prominent.
He didn't relax, but he didn't move either. He nodded. His thumb circled, echoing the earlier motion of her hips.
He couldn't know her reason. The fact he didn't even ask, just gave her what she wanted, removed her last bit of hesitation. Leah sighed and rocked her hips forwards under his skilled touch.