Exposed Desires

by Brandi Evans

  He sucked in a sharp breath. Now or never, hero.

  “Soph?” He pried her hand from his dick. “Are you sure you want to—”

  “Suck your cock until you’re hard enough to fuck me brainless? Yeah, I’m sure.” She swatted his hand away and gripped his length again. “And I’m gonna take my time this go around.” A smile played at the corners of her mouth, and she dipped her head, drew a circle around the tip of his glans with her tongue.

  His head rolled back. His brain slipped deeper into hibernation mode. Her hands were so soft against him. And her mouth? Her mouth was—

  Shit!

  He tugged her hair, not hard, just enough to lock their gazes. “Sophia, please. We need to talk about—”

  “I’m all talked out, Bret. Besides, this…” Still looking up at him, she drew her pink tongue over his glans, sucked it into her mouth for a quick tease. “This is what I want right now. Unless, of course, you’d rather I didn’t suck your cock?”

  “Of course not. It’s just—”

  She closed her lips around his erection and drew him all the way to the back of her throat, and he was done fighting the pleasure. More like couldn’t fight the pleasure. Relaxing his knees wide, he gave her unencumbered access to his package, and man oh man, she didn’t disappoint. She took his length in one hand, stroking him as she nipped her way along the underside of his shaft. Oh sweet Jesus, was she going to—

  She swiped her tongue over the bottom of his sac, moved his balls around before drawing an orb into her wet mouth. Oh sweet bliss, this woman was God’s gift to blowjobs.

  She worked the stone between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, applying the perfect amount of pressure, and his eyes went cross. A current of lust shot straight to his cock, and he was instantly, painfully hard. The BJ earlier had been nothing like this one, a quick explosion of gratification that had helped him gain control. This one, on the other hand, had a slow-burning fuse.

  He forced his gaze to realign so he could watch her mouth him. She worked his shaft in time with her tongue, her long manicured fingernails dark skin setting off a striking contrast to his skin. He slid his fingers into her silky black hair. “You’re incredible, Soph,” he murmured. “Incredible…”

  She chuckled, the vibration sending a rocket of pleasure through him, and switched to the opposite side. She repeated her magic before drawing both his balls into her mouth.

  “Mmm…yeah.” He tightened his grip on her hair. “Now suck me deep again.”

  And boy did she.

  She bobbed up and down, up and down his cock. Each stroke was faster than the next, but it still wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t frantic enough. He wrenched his fingers around hair, encouraging her, guiding her. He dug his heels into the ground and pumped up into her mouth until—

  She pushed to her feet. “I think that’s good enough.”

  “What?” He fought through the sexual haze. She was stopping? How could she do that when he was so—oh.

  She had a condom in her hand.

  Soph ripped into the foiled packet. Thank god she was a prepared woman and kept rubbers around for those moments when passion struck, which, of course, hit him with a pang of jealousy. Just who’d she have in mind when she’d bought them?

  As her best friend, he knew she wasn’t seeing anyone—socially or exclusively—and she wasn’t the kind of woman who slept around either. Had he been her intended fuck? The idea she’d bought them with him in mind sent a jolt to his already aching cock. She did say she’d intended for this to happen.

  She slid the condom onto him in one smooth motion and then straddled his legs. “Hold your cock steady for me, Bret.”

  Taking his erection in hand, he sucked in a deep breath. Calm the fuck down, hero. Unless he wanted her to remember him as a pathetic lover who erupted on entry, he had to get some semblance of control over his body.

  Easier said than done.

  Her brown eyes glowed with a burning need he recognized, but as she slid down his cock, her pussy hot, wet, everything he’d fantasized it’d feel like, he could believe that all her need was for him. That she desired him as much as he desired her.

  That she loved him as much as he loved her.

  Chapter Three

  Sophia forced her eyes to stay open as she took Bret deeper, as his hands curled possessively around her waist.

  I’m yours…

  The words lodged in the mass of emotions clogged in her throat, which was a good thing. She’d keep her love inside, wait for him to come back home, and then she’d tell him. The last thing she wanted was to be a strain on him while he was away. Dealing with Janet’s bullshit had almost killed him twice while he’d been in combat. Distractions killed and the she-bitch had given him plenty to be distracted by.

  Is she cheating on me?

  Why’s my bank account overdrawn again?

  She fucking mailed divorce papers to my FOB (Forward Operating Base)!

  No, Sophia refused to do that to him. She’d send him off with a kiss and an incredible weekend of fucking. No strings attached.

  At least on the surface.

  She cradled his face between her hands, sliding deeper still, and pressed her lips to his. She wanted to watch him, to see the way emotion and passion darkened his eyes, but he was looking at her too. If she wasn’t careful, he’d figure out just how much this meant to her.

  He might realize she loved him.

  When his cock was wedged completely inside her, she tucked her legs behind her—like she’d done during her lap dance—and rolled her torso as if she were doing a sexy version of the hula, not making love to her best friend.

  “Bret,” she moaned into his mouth, grinding faster against him. Harder, deeper. The friction of his cock inside her stoked the raging fire in her belly.

  He palmed her breasts. “This’s how I wanted to touch you onstage. And this…” He dipped his head and captured a nipple in his hot mouth.

  Pinpricks of pleasure flittered over her skin. “Yeah, this might have given my patrons the wrong idea of what I would and wouldn’t allow with my girls.”

  “Might have?” He switched to the other nipple and worked the peak in much the way it had her clit earlier, with hot, hungry strokes.

  “Would have,” she corrected. “Most definitely would have, but god, it feels so good.”

  The first eddies of climax swirled in her womb, and she sucked in a harsh breath. How was it possible to be this close to orgasm so soon after her last one?

  Bret lifted his head from her breasts and looked at her. “Know what else I wanted to do to you onstage?”

  “No, but—” Her heart stuttered. Her arms goosefleshed. “Feels so good.” She rode him harder, her head rolling back as she clung to him for dear life. Tingly branches of sensation reached out from the spot where their bodies were joined, and she knew she was only moments away.

  “That’s it.” Bret slid his thumb between her folds and found her clit. Stroking the nub, he kissed her neck, nibbled his way to her ear. “Come for me again, Soph.”

  She quivered.

  He rubbed her clit faster. “I want to feel your pussy spasming around my cock. Come for me…”

  For me.

  Pleasure flooded her with liquid ecstasy, scorching, intense. All-consuming. And reality teetered on its axis. Was it possible to pass out from passion?

  Bret’s strong arms closed around her. She couldn’t breathe, but she let the love sweep her under, and all the while, he kept whispering to her.

  “I love making you come, Soph, when you scream my name. I wonder how many times I can make you come tonight?”

  Was a million really a feasible expectation?

  When her lungs had regained the ability to process oxygen, she devoured his mouth, and he kissed her back with equal fervor.

  Her lover.

  He pulled away. “Turn around, Soph. Like when we were onstage and your back was against my chest. Remember?”

  Oh yeah, she re
membered. The one where he’d lost it and grabbed her tits onstage. She also remembered something else he’d like…

  She pushed straight up, locking her arms at full extension, and then slowly started back down. When her breasts were eye level, he caught her around the waist and held her steady. He buried his face between the mounds and rooted around until he found a nipple.

  Laughter rumbled in her chest. “Was this the other thing you wanted to do to me onstage?”

  “No. But I did want to do this.” His words were a mumbled mess as he spoke around the nipple in his mouth. “I’d just forgotten until your tits were in my face again.”

  The tip of his tongue slashed at her pebbled peak like it was an enemy who needed to be destroyed. Each flick sent pleasure straight to her pussy, her channel feeling cold and abandoned without his cock crammed inside.

  As if he’d sensed her thoughts, he released her. “Now turn.”

  “With pleasure.”

  She finished her super-slow slide down his body. When she was back on her knees, she kissed the tip of Bret’s cock. She also took a moment to make sure the condom was still in place after sliding against it, but she made the move sexy by lifting his length as she inspected him and then giving his sac a few playful licks.

  Bret groaned. “God, I really like it when you play with my balls.”

  “So I noticed.” She pushed to her feet and turned around.

  Bret slapped her ass before palming both cheeks. “Has anyone ever told you your ass is smoking hot?”

  She chuckled. Figured he’d be an ass man. She, however, had never been a big fan of ass play. The idea of finding sexual release through the back door had never excited her, but maybe, with Bret, that might change.

  Bending forward, back flat, knees straight, she touched the floor with her palm, displaying her ass to him.

  His hands froze, fingers digging into her backside. “Fuck, Soph.”

  She wished she could see his face!

  Bret circled a playful fingertip around her ass hole. He didn’t try to penetrate her. Just played with it. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

  “No.”

  “Would you like to be?”

  “Maybe,” she said honestly. “But not tonight.”

  “Shame.” He pulled her into his lap. “Later then.”

  She reached between her legs, gripped his cock where it rested against her sex and wasted no time taking him back inside her. Mimicking her onstage movements, she leaned back and hooked an arm around his neck. The move limited her ability to ride him with the eagerness she wanted, but she’d make do.

  He cupped her breasts. “This is what I wanted to do onstage.”

  “You did do this onstage,” she reminded him.

  “Not with my dick inside you.”

  “True.” She pulled him down for a kiss. This position might not give her lots of motion, but with the from-behind angle, his cock tapped against her G-spot with every stroke.

  He pinched her nipples, twisted and tugged them so hard her breasts lifted. “You feel so good,” he murmured. “I wish we’d—” His voice hitched, and he buried his face into her neck.

  Their position meant his face remained completely obscured. Damn. She needed to see him, needed to see if his vocal hitch was the result of his body succumbing to the pleasure they were creating or if it was purely emotional?

  “Wish what?” she asked.

  “Shh.” Aggressive fingers sliced between her folds and stroked her like he had earlier, only with a better angle and with better exposure, which meant more friction against her still-sensitive clit.

  And more potential for pleasure.

  She bit her bottom lip. If he thought this would distract her from her inquisition—oh hell. Who was she fooling? His manipulations were distracting her. How could she think when pleasure was clawing at her?

  An orgasm flicked to life in her belly, electric sensations that would start the avalanche. Her pussy muscles clenched around his cock. “More.”

  Bret locked an arm around her collarbone, crushing her against him.

  “Harder. Please, Bret. Harder.”

  She clenched her pussy as hard as she could around his dick, his fingers continuing to work her clit, his glans slamming against her G-spot over and over and over…

  “Bret.” His name escaped on an airy sigh, and she covered his hand where he fingered her bud, increasing the pressure, increasing the speed. “Bret.” Her body went stiff. She’d have flipped from his lap if he wasn’t holding her in place. “Bret!”

  And she came.

  Violently.

  She bucked against his cock, her body no longer under her control. Her orgasm must have set his off because her name ripped from his lips, deep and gravely, and she clung to him as he clung to her, both breathing hard. Shaking. She waited for her world to realign. But after an orgasm like that, she doubted her world would ever be the same again.

  ~ * ~

  She looked like an angel when she slept.

  Bret ran his hand over Soph’s bare back, enjoying the way the early morning sunlight filtered into the bedroom and highlighted the body he’d explored so thoroughly last night, especially while they’d played around during that three a.m. shower. Now, he knew why Soph had splurged on that detachable massaging showerhead.

  Tall, dark and exotically beautiful, the words described her to a tee. So did kind, giving and insanely protective. When they’d first met, he’d found her so intimidating. Hell, in a lot of ways, he still did. She made him think about sex and settling down, all in the same heartbeat.

  He kissed her shoulder. “Are you awake?”

  “No.” A smile played at the corner of her mouth, and she opened her eyes. “At least I should still be sleeping. After all that strenuous physical activity you put me through, I don’t know how I can still move.”

  “Me? You gave as good as you got, love.”

  “True.” She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, a lazy kiss that scared him. It spoke of an ease married couples had after twenty, thirty, even fifty years of marriage. They had it after an evening.

  Yep, he was a total goner.

  He pulled back. Even without makeup and sporting a severe case of bedhead, she took his breath away. It still boggled his mind this bombshell wanted him. Not that he was complaining.

  He kissed her nose. “I wish we’d have done this years ago.”

  “Me too.”

  She sat up and turned away but not before he noted sadness dimming her eyes. It was something he understood all too well. The next eighteen months were gonna be hell for both of them and in so many different ways.

  He moved in front of her and cradled her cheek, turned her face back toward him. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

  “I know.” Her voice was barely audible, and she looked away again, fingers tangling in the sheets. “I, um, don’t want you going to Afghanistan with any regrets about us.”

  “Regrets?” What was she talking about? How could he ever regret being with her? “You’ll have to explain that one to me, sweetheart.”

  “I know how much Janet hurt you with all the crap she pulled, and I know how distracted it made you. You told me more than once how much it messed with your concentration, that it almost cost you your life. I’d rather die before I put you in that sort of danger, Bret. I would.”

  He squeezed his eyes shut against a sudden rush of tears. Sophia loved him. She might not have used those exact words, but she didn’t have to. She’d rather die than put him through the same hell Janet had. It didn’t get much more definitive than that.

  “I trust you with my life, Soph.” He pressed his index finger against her chin, tugged until their gazes locked. “I trust you with my heart, Sophia. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

  He studied her for signs of recognition. Did she realize the significance of what he’d said?

  Her bottom lip quivered. Her forehead wrinkled. And her luminous brown eyes glistened brig
ht with unshed tears. “R-really?”

  “Really.” He kissed her nose. “It’s always been you, Soph. Always. I was just too scared to tempt fate. Those damn ‘what ifs’ had me by the fucking balls. What if we become lovers and things didn’t work out? What if you rejected me? What if—”

  “You beautiful idiot.” She laughed through tears. “I’d never deny you anything. Anything.”

  She captured his mouth in a hard kiss, and he pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her mile-long legs around his waist wrenched them closer together, as close as two people could get without actually being forged together.

  She pulled back and rested her forehead against his. “So where do we go from here, Bret?” she whispered, breath ragged.

  “I don’t know.” And he honestly didn’t. He wanted Soph. That much was evident. On the flip side, he couldn’t ask her to put her life on hold for the next eighteen months. The last time he’d left a woman behind during a deployment, it had ended disastrously—to put it mildly—and that woman had been legally bound to him for almost two damn years.

  Did he really want to put Soph in that same position?

  “I know things are different between us now,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean I expect you to wait for me. I can’t ask you to—”

  “That’s not what I said.” She paused, touched his cheek. “Where do we go from here? In other words, do you want me to wait for you?”

  More than anything.

  But he didn’t dare say the words.

  “I would,” she said. “Just so ya know. I’ve waited most of my life to be with you. What’s another eighteen months?”

  Shit, she was breaking his heart into a thousand damn pieces. No matter which path he chose—push her away or make her put her life on hold—she could get hurt. Maybe a few more hours would give him some clarity.

  Yeah, and maybe The Adjutant General would call him personally and tell him the deployment was off.

  “What do you say we table this discussion for a few more hours so I can make love to you again?” He laid back and pulled her with him. “And then again and again and again and again.”