Brody (Default Distraction Book 1)

by A. S. Roberts

  ‘Evening,’ I said, a cloud of steam leaving my mouth with that one word. It was so fucking cold.

  ‘Hi,’ she managed, in an almost breathless whisper.

  I swear if the light had been better I might’ve caught sight of the blush I knew had crept over her cheeks.

  ‘Sorry to keep you waiting,’ she offered.

  I smiled at her and pushed myself forward away from my vehicle. She seemed to freeze in place as I made my way over to her. I walked with very deliberate steps, drawing it all out just for her. Years on stage playing the crowd had its bonuses, and this was one of those golden moments. I watched her tongue come out to wet her suddenly dry lips as she watched me. If I hadn’t fucking known before, I would have known right there and then just how much I affected her. I felt a smile pull at the corners of my mouth.

  Finally, I was stood in front of her. She smelt of baking. Who the fuck knew flour could be such a turn on?

  I caught hold of her chin and lifted her eyes to meet mine. ‘No, you’re not sorry.’ I smiled at her and narrowed my eyes. ‘You like the thought of me out here waiting for ya. It’s probably kept your panties wet all the time I’ve been gone.’

  Her eyes opened just a little bit wider in shock at my words and then I saw her smile.

  ‘Cocky much?’ she asked.

  I flicked open the front of her black padded coat, threaded my arm behind her and pulled her to me. Then I grabbed hold of her ass with my hand, squeezing the muscular flesh, and pushed my erection against her. She gasped. ‘Yep,’ I answered. ‘But then you knew that, you felt it earlier.’

  She shook her head at me and tutted. Then realisation that what I had said was true came over her beautiful face. ‘You’re right. I liked the thought of you being here, waiting for me, wanting to be with me.’

  I dipped my head down to hers as the snow once again began to blow wildly around us in the soft yellow glow of the one antiquated outside lamp. I brushed my lips softly against hers, feeling her take in a sharp breath at the connection.

  ‘I’ve not been wet all day,’ she spoke into the tiny gap between our parted mouths.

  I fucking love her sass.

  ‘No? Then I didn’t do a very good job then, did I? I think you should let me have another try,’ I whispered back. She smiled and nodded back her answer. ‘I think it’s best you get your pretty little ass up those stairs before I carry you up them.’ I gestured my head over to the wrought iron staircase to the side of the building.

  She followed my gaze. ‘How did you know that’s where we need to go?’

  ‘I’ve been staring at this building that contained you for what feels like fucking forever. Now let’s move, unless of course… you wanna give your friends a floor show?’

  She looked back over her shoulder just in time to see Winter and Lauren stand to come over to the window. They both cleared the condensation inside in a circular shape, so they had a better view. I put my hand to my forehead to make sure my beanie was low enough down on my head and pulled my collar up higher. She lifted one hand to wave at them and grabbed mine with her other.

  Slowly, we turned away from their prying eyes and made our way carefully towards the stairs, all the time I could feel her slipping. I looked down at her feet.

  ‘Fuck this, Amy. God knows I love those heels on you, but you’re going to break your fucking neck and that’s not happening on my watch.’

  Using the one hand I had hold of, I pulled her back to me, and our bodies crashed together. Before she knew what was happening, I quickly picked her up and put her over my shoulder.

  ‘Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?’ she squealed at me. I smacked her ass softly. ‘Stop fucking wriggling. I’m saving you from yet another fucking accident.’

  I climbed up halfway and then looked down at the two women who had come outside to watch. They were staring up at us. Lauren had her hand over her mouth laughing and Winter was gently clapping.

  ‘Ladies.’ I used my spare hand to give them a two-fingered salute.

  ‘Daniel,’ they both answered.

  And I knew then, that I’d been important enough in her day for her to tell her best friends all about me. A broad smile took over my face as I galloped up the rest of the steps, hearing her scream with laughter and fear behind me.

  As far as I was concerned it was the best fucking day I could remember and we still had all night to look forward to.

  Exhilaration ran through my body. Or was it complete and utter bloody terror.

  I watched as we climbed higher and higher up the wrought iron staircase. It was narrow, steep and every step was completely covered in at least two inches of snow. Correction, that was every other step, I could see a very solid boot print sunk down deep on the ones in between.

  Oh, my God! He’s carrying me over his shoulder and only treading on every other step.

  How strong was this man? I wanted to swoon, but upside down and still a bit concerned for my life all I managed was a quick look at Winter and Lauren as they both gave me the thumbs up.

  Bitches.

  ‘Key,’ I heard Daniel demand as we stopped dead outside my door.

  ‘I have it in my pocket. But I can’t let go of you to retrieve it.’

  ‘Trust me, I’ve got you. Get me the key.’ He spoke with quiet authority.

  I stopped breathing, closed my eyes and summoned up as much courage as I could. Carefully, I removed one of my hands that until only seconds ago had been gripping like a vice to the hem of his wool coat. Rolling my hip up and away from his shoulder, I felt his grip on me increase. I thrust my fingers into my deep coat pocket. I found the metal I was looking for and pulled it gently out, placing it into his waiting open palm.

  As my fingers brushed over his, my body trembled. I hadn’t appreciated before just how calloused his fingers were. A delicious thrill ran over me at the thought of feeling them on my unexpectedly needy skin.

  I heard the door release its hold on the frame and then we were inside. The warmth from the room touched the bare skin on my face. He unhurriedly pulled me back down over his shoulder and lowered me to the ground. I felt every muscle in his body go rigid with his slow deliberate movements. He leant his broad shoulders back and pushed them against the wood, effectively slamming the door shut behind us.

  Finally, we were once again stood in front of each other. His left hand came up to pull off the black beanie he had been wearing. His hair was completely tousled as it fell back to his head. The beanie was then thrown somewhere behind me, with me still looking up into the most captivating eyes I had ever seen. His hands came up to clasp either side of my face and firmly but gently he held me just where he wanted me to be. The cold metal of his rings was in complete contrast to the heat contained in my face. Heat from a blush that had swept up and taken over my cheeks.

  His mouth came down to consume mine. What started off as a flirty, in control kiss became something else in seconds. It was no longer a kiss to tease. His mouth demanded more and more and I reciprocated in every possible way. I moulded my body in tight against every hard sinew of taut muscle that belonged to this man. I had never been kissed like this before, with so much want and need. He kissed with experience, like he’d had enough practise to well-hone the skill. Knowing he was experienced was even more of a turn on, I knew he was going to take care of me. I tried to commit the feelings he dragged out of me to memory, if we only had tonight then I wanted to remember every single detail.

  The taste of his open mouth and the feel of his tongue on mine.

  The way it probed and took just what he demanded it should.

  The way he took no prisoners and held nothing back in return.

  My head began to swim with the heady lustful feeling that was rising quickly inside of me. My hands, in desperation, came to find the buttons on his double-breasted coat. With his large hands still on either side of my face I began to slip the buttons undone, one by one. Until at last, I could put my arms inside his outer layer and w
rap them around his firm body. His body was hard, taut and muscular, and was now only covered by what felt like a thin T-shirt. But I wanted to feel his skin touching mine, everything we were both wearing just seemed like far too much. I pulled him to me as we continued to kiss, to take and to consume each other. Then I lifted my arms over the top of his and pushed the heavy material down his broad shoulders. I heard as the coat hit the floor with a dull thud and then I moved my hands towards his belted black jeans.

  He freed my mouth.

  ‘We have all night, Amy.’ I felt his breath caress my throbbing lips as he spoke. His mouth moved down to my neck and I took in a sharp breath as his tongue ran up and down my skin. Goosebumps followed in his wake.

  My hands continued their path, eagerly pulling at the leather strap at his waist and I heard the leather strike against the top of my hand as it flicked open, before I felt the sting. His jeans dropped further onto his hips as the belt released its hold.

  ‘No rush.’ A hand came down to mine, enclosing it in his. His fingers squeezed gently onto mine to halt my movement. His voice was a little louder this time and I stopped in my bid to free him completely of his jeans. ‘But, we do need light. I want to see you when I make ya come all over my fingers, I want to watch you when I make ya scream with every sweep of my tongue, and I want to stare into your eyes when I thrust my cock inside you.’

  I opened my eyes to find him staring back at me. I was marginally taken aback by his dirty mouth and words. But only marginally. His eyes danced in amusement as he took in my brief hesitance.

  ‘There’s a string of lights wrapped through and around the brass headboard,’ I advised.

  ‘Fairy lights.’ He laughed out loud. ‘Not enough, I want to see all of you.’

  I sighed. ‘The main light is behind you next to the door.’

  He lifted an arm behind him and flicked the switch. The room that had before only been lit up by the snow-filled sky was suddenly illuminated by the spotlights that ran down the centre of the pitched ceiling. Luckily, they pointed into each corner and not directly over us or the big, brass-framed bed, where I was sure we would end up very soon.

  I was thankful that the room had skylights. At least no one could see us. I was sure from his last few sentences he was confident enough not to give a damn, but I wasn’t. It had been a long time since I’d been in this position and that made me feel self-conscious enough.

  I watched his head turn to take in the room around us. His eyes rested on the leather wing-backed armchair in the corner of the room.

  ‘Follow me,’ he directed.

  I followed him to the chair. He sat down heavily and his hands gripped hold of the arms. I stood in front of him, feeling a lot out of my depth.

  ‘What shall I do with you first?’ I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he slowly swallowed. His eyes swept over me. ‘Fuck… You’re so damn sexy, Amy. I’m not sure you have any idea just how much I want you. You will, once I’ve finished worshipping you tonight.’ One hand came up to find mine and he ran his thumb purposefully over the back of my hand. ‘I want you to undress for me.’ My eyes darted up to find his in panic. ‘Let me change that, I need you to undress for me, Amy.’

  That substituted word changed everything. I looked away from him, unable at that moment to look at those beautiful eyes, a little apprehensive at what I might find concealed within them. I swallowed deeply and took a small step backwards.

  With a sudden flourish, I took off my coat and chucked it over by the door and then found his eyes again with mine. I could see a small lopsided smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and that small in to how he felt, gave me all the courage I needed.

  My hands lifted to my hair.

  ‘Just your clothes, Amy… I want to let down your hair and remove those fuck-me heels. Then, at the very end, I’ll strip you of the garter belt you’ve been cock teasing me with all day.’

  I smiled at him.

  I undid the pearl buttons of the white top I was wearing and let it shimmy off my shoulders and down my arms. I unfastened my bra and let it follow, revealing my breasts. I watched the lace skim over my nipples and took in just how hard they already were. Daniel dragged in air through his gritted teeth.

  I was doing okay, he was enjoying what I was revealing.

  ‘You’re beautiful, Amy,’ he whispered.

  My hands went to the back of the waist band on my skirt and pulled the zip down. I pushed the black fabric over my hips and then threw it towards the blanket box. I hoped it would find it and not be in too bad a state to wear again. Then, inhaling a calming breath, I pushed down my knickers and tried to step out of them as daintily as I could. I went to throw them somewhere behind me but Daniel caught my hand and removed them from my grasp. Lifting them to his nose, I watched him inhale and the blush on my cheeks hit the very tip of my ears. I felt wetness pool at the top of my thighs as I watched him lick his lips.

  ‘Intoxicating.’ He added a final verb to my list of attributes.

  And there I stood in front of the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. I watched as very slowly and deliberately his eyes swept up and down my nearly naked body.

  I knew I should be embarrassed. I was sure I would have been embarrassed if I’d have done this before for anybody else, but surprisingly I wasn’t.

  He had told me I was sexy and beautiful. The way his eyes caressed me as he took in every part of me was empowering.

  I felt bold. I felt wanted, and it was an invigorating experience.

  ‘I want to taste you,’ he stated. ‘Step up here. Place your feet on either side of my legs and hold onto the wings of the chair to stand up.’

  With absolutely no second thoughts I did exactly as he had requested, until finally I was standing up straight on the chair with my legs open and on either side of his thighs. My hands held onto the leather wings, as per his instructions.

  ‘Just look at you. I never expected a bare pussy, you must be a dream.’ As his breath hit the sensitive skin of my hairless mound, my head fell back on instinct and my knees began to quiver. I was so very grateful to my nan for giving me the gift voucher to the local salon as an early Christmas present. Fleetingly, I thought over her words as I had opened the envelope containing my present. “A stitch in time, Amy.” I smiled at the memory and how right she had been and then lost the thought as Daniel spoke again.

  ‘Hold on, beautiful. By the way you’re trembling I can tell this is going to be quick.’ His fingers took hold of my suspender belt firmly as he pulled me towards his face to meet his mouth.

  His warm, wet tongue pushed its way in between my folds and circled quickly around my hard, beaded clit. Around and around it went, the feeling was almost too much. Shockwaves ran up and down my body. My head flicked back up and I looked down in between us. His eyes were open wide as he devoured me. He looked up at me, silently daring me to look away. I couldn’t. I wanted to watch him as much as it seemed he wanted to see me. I heard myself gasping for air, in between the ‘Oh yes...’ And the ‘Oh God, right there!’ that just spilt from my mouth.

  My body was spiralling out of control.

  ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ I continued like I was chanting a tribute.

  He was right, it was quick. My body began to twitch as my orgasm reached the point of no return. As it pulsed through me, it made me convulse against him on every single wave. My engorged lips scraped against the stubble around his mouth, extending the exquisite feeling. Suddenly he stood up and my hands were wrenched away from the leather as we moved as one. In the same movement, his hands had gone between my legs, forcing me open wider. My body continued to move involuntarily as my orgasm continued to pulse through me. His arms went under my thighs and, placing his hands on my bum cheeks, he carried me to bed. My hands found his hair and I threaded my fingers into the back of his head to hold on as he slowly laid me down onto the soft floral quilt cover.

  As my orgasmic state drifted away, I looked down the length of my body
to see his eyes shining with raw passion.

  I released my hold on his hair and offered him my hand.

  ‘Your turn,’ I smiled.

  He moved up and away from my body. He stood still, looking at my hand and smirked at me. ‘Oh no! I’m not sure how you’ve done this before, but let me re-educate you. It’s your turn, and it will be until I say differently. I want to sink balls deep into you and I will, but not yet… I want you every fucking way possible first.’ He pulled off his light blue T-shirt as only men seem to be able to do, by pulling it up with both hands from the back of the neck. It swept up his body fast and then just as quickly it was slung to the ground. I gasped as it revealed his almost totally tattoo-covered body. The coloured inks had been designed to show off just how sculpted he was. ‘Turn over and spread your legs wide.’

  I wanted to look at him and touch his recently revealed body. His eyebrow lifted at me in question and I rolled over onto my stomach.

  ‘I want to touch you.’ I spoke into my forearms as I bent them and placed them under my chin.

  ‘You will, but first I need to properly reintroduce myself to these fucking stockings that have driven me crazy all day.’

  His hands took hold of my feet and he pulled off my shoes. His thumbs started to move in deep circles into the arches of my feet, as he massaged away my day.

  ‘That’s bliss,’ I uttered. Then he placed a kiss in the centre of one of my soles and I pulled it quickly away.

  His hand, now empty, moved and smacked my arse.

  ‘Ohhh!’ I let out in surprise.

  ‘And that?’ he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.

  ‘I’m not sure,’ I replied. But I was lying, as once again I felt wetness at the top of my thighs.

  I heard him laugh as he acknowledged my blatant lie. Of course, he could see what effect it had on me. I was wide open to him.

  His other hand left my foot and together they ran slowly up the inside of my splayed legs as he touched my stocking-covered flesh. I started to writhe a little, wanting the touch of his hands on my skin.