by Wynne Roman
Her hands rest on my upper chest, clutch my shirt, and I’ve got hold of her hip. I want to bring her forward, hold her against me so she can feel how hard I am, but I know better. Knox doesn’t trust me right now, and he could decide to check up on us at any time.
And if Bree and I are going to sleep together, I’m not going to rush it.
I pull back with a harsh breath. It’s all so fucked up.
“Are you going back to the party?”
I shake my head. “It’s not a party. It’s just the rest of us trying to keep an eye on Zayne. If he’s got shit, he won’t use in front of us. He’s got enough of an audience for anything else.”
“You think he’d—do that?”
I nod, hoping she’ll let it go at that.
“Has he—” She cuts off the word and pauses for a second. “Have you seen him…?”
I nod again. “He…likes it when people watch.”
She leans forward, rests her cheek against my chest. “Ajia.” She sighs. “I…” She shakes her head. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“I know, baby,” I answer when she can’t finish. I wish I hadn’t told her that stuff, but chances are that she’ll see worse than Zayne’s little performance tonight before this tour is over.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” I give her another quick, hard kiss, and then I’m outta there, while I still can go.
Something wakes me. A noise? The AC’s come on and gone off all night, but it isn’t that. I’m awake enough now to recognize the knock when it comes again.
I turn on the bedside lamp, stumble from the bed to the door and look through the peep hole. Bree.
What the fuck?
I open the door. “Bree…baby.”
She’s wearing what she calls sleep shorts and a tank. I’m in my boxers, and she drags her gaze all over me.
My dick perks up at the attention. “Come in.” I pull her into the room before anybody can walk by. As if they would at—I glance over my shoulder—3:12 a.m.
“What are you doing here, baby?” I ask when I get her inside with the door locked behind us.
She shakes her head, and her hair shifts over her shoulders like a chocolate waterfall. Stupid metaphor, but the brain isn’t working quite right yet.
“I can’t listen to them one more second.”
“Listen to who?”
“Knox.”
“He been giving you a hard time?”
She shakes her head again and steps around me into the room. “No. It’s him and his fuck buddy.”
My brain catches up. “They’re in the room next to you.”
Bree nods. “And she’s loud.”
I try not to smile.
“Plus, my brother must have some kind of wicked stamina or something.” She shudders like the idea of Knox having sex creeps her out.
“Too bad he didn’t get whisky dick,” I say mildly and follow her into the room.
“Oh, for that small favor.” She looks at me, more serious than amused. “If I hear her scream, ‘Oh, Knox! C’mon! Spank me, dude, and make me come on your cock again!’ I’m going to do my own share of screaming.”
My amusement vanishes. Did she know about her brother’s kink? My guess is not. I don’t think he’s deep into it. It’s just more fucking around than anything, according to his bragging. It’s still not the kind of thing he’d share with his sister.
“C’mere, baby.” I pull her into my arms. “Sorry about that. He’s been trying to keep that kind of shit away from you. Guess he kind of lost track tonight.”
She rubs her cheek over my chest. I like the feel of her soft skin against mine.
“I don’t give a damn about him having sex. Really.” She pulls back to look up at me. Her eyes are a deep, earnest green. “He’s just such a goddamn hypocrite!” She blinks. “And I don’t really want to hear him groaning, ‘That’s it, honey. Take my cock down your throat.’”
Fuck.
Can’t really blame her there. If I had a sister, I wouldn’t want to hear that shit.
“You know the worst?” she asks and drops her gaze.
“Jesus, there’s something worse than that?”
Her smile is crooked, and she doesn’t look at me. “It made me want—you know. Something. Sex—with you.” She sneaks a peek upward through her lashes. “Maybe I’m not ready to be spanked, but…”
Tension shoots through me. “But what, baby?”
She leans back and finally brings her gaze to mine. “I know the mechanics of sex. I’m not a prude. But I’m not…experienced. Hearing all that tonight makes me sure that I want to do…things with you. I never had any interest with other boys—men—but I—” She cuts off the words.
“What, kitten? Why didn’t you want it with other guys?” I know the answer, but I want—need—to hear the words.
“You know why, A.” She kisses my chest, light and easy. “Because of you. I only wanted you.”
Because of me. “You weren’t tempted?” I can’t help asking.
She shakes her head. “None of them were you.”
“And now?”
She kisses my chest again, harder and longer, swirls her tongue in a tight circle and doesn’t take her eyes from mine. “You tell me. I want you more than I ever have, and I don’t want to wait.”
I don’t want to wait, either. Rye’s advice ghosts through my mind. I just know that you gotta do one or the other. Take your chance or back off. No in-between.
“Come here, baby.” I take her hand and pull her to stand next to the bed. “I’m past waiting.” I don’t know what else to say.
“You mean it?” She looks up at me with equal parts desire and uncertainty. Those fucking bedroom eyes kill me.
“We’re going to take this slow,” I insist.
“After the other night…you don’t have to go too slow.”
I smile with wicked satisfaction. “I know. But this is different.”
“Is it?” Her gaze slides away.
“What’s wrong?”
“I…what if I—I’m not good at it? Or I don’t…please you? There have been so many others. Women who know…how.”
I smile to myself, but I don’t let it reach my face. No way am I going to let her know how fucking adorable she sounds.
“Don’t think about any of that, baby. I’m in charge, yeah? You don’t worry about anything.”
“Nothing?”
I shake my head. “Do you trust me?”
She nods so earnestly. I smile. “Of course.”
“So it’s all on me. And I promise you—” I push her hair back from her face “—if you like it, then I’m going to love every second of it.”
I kiss her then, softer than I want to, softer than I have in the past, but this is different. Tonight is different. She’s mine in a way I never expected, and the idea that she’s never let another guy do the things she’s allowing me is the only thing that gives me the strength to be gentle.
I pull back, bring one hand up to stroke the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “You know you’re beautiful, baby. Right?”
She shakes her head, and her hair falls over her shoulders, draping over my wrist. I drag my thumb over her bottom lip before she can say anything. “Let me show you,” I say, and I drop my hands to the hem of her tank top.
I hear her breath catch and sense her nervousness, but I don’t give her much time to worry it. I’ve already touched her, tasted her, seen her in the shadows. Now I want to do it all in the light.
I slide the tips of my fingers along her skin, up to her hips, her waist, the bottom curve of her breasts. I tug the shirt up and over her head, toss it aside, and then she stands before me topless.
“Jesus, baby. You really are gorgeous.” I have to reach for her, slip my fingers over her nipples, so lightly it’s barely a touch. It doesn’t have to be more. She hisses in a sharp breath and arches toward my hand.
I
do it again. Her cheeks flush pink, but she holds herself still this time. I can only stare. My imagination and the taste, the touch, of her gave me an idea of how beautiful she might be. Seeing her tits like this…I’m sunk.
I drop to my knees and drag my hands over her hips as I go. Her sleep shorts come with me, and then she steps carefully out of them. She’s naked, and she’s mine.
I lean forward and place an open-mouthed kiss just above her pussy. “You are so beautiful, baby. I—you don’t know how much I want you.” And it’s true. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been.
“Show me,” she whispers and threads her fingers through my hair.
I give her a quick lick and stand. Somehow, I want to be naked for her, too. She must want it, too, because she reaches out to help as I shove my boxers from my hips.
“Ajia.”
My name is no more than a breath. She wraps her fingers around me, and my hips move on their own. She peeks up at me through her lashes.
“I’ve seen pictures,” she whispers. “You’re nothing like that. You’re so much…bigger.”
I can’t help smiling. What guy doesn’t want to hear his girl say he’s got a big dick? As much as it makes me sound like the douche I am, she isn’t the first to say it. It’s the first time I’ve cared, though.
“Your hand feels so good on me,” I say.
She shakes her head just a little and looks down. “But I can barely wrap my fingers around you. Are my hands really that small? Or…”
I place my hand over hers and stroke us both up and down the length. “Doesn’t matter, baby. What matters is you’re here, and I want you. Jesus, do I want you.”
She follows my rhythm easily, tilts forward enough to place a soft kiss in the middle of my chest, and then she peeks up at me. “Are you sure it’ll work?”
“What, baby?” I swallow a groan.
“You. Me. You’re sure you’ll—fit?”
I give a soft laugh and pull her to me. Her arms wrap around me, and her stomach presses against my erection. I push against her.
“We’re gonna fit just fine, baby.”
Her uncertainty is adorable and a little out of character for her. She can usually hold her own with any of us, but this…it’s got her totally out of her comfort zone.
Rye said she was inexperienced, not innocent. I hope the fuck he’s right, because after tonight, she’s gonna know every fucking thing about what it means to be in my bed.
CHAPTER 17
BREE
I feel like an idiot. A stupid, inexperienced girl who knows nothing about how to attract a man. I’m standing here—naked!—with Ajia. He’s naked, too, and all I can say is, You’re sure you’ll fit?
Based on what I know about guys, they probably like hearing that they have a big dick. Most of them pretend, even if they don’t have it. And it isn’t like I didn’t have an idea about how big Ajia really is. I saw that chick going down on him. But—Jesus!
It looks…different when he’s completely naked. When we’re alone. When I know I can be the one to touch him, to taste him, and dreams I’ve had for years are about to become reality.
I feel different. Not myself at all.
Yeah, I wanted—want—to make love with him. That’s absolutely part of it. But I want so much more. I want everything Ajia has to offer. To be fair, he’s given me a little taste of that, too. The man. The friend. The naughty boy. Enough that my thoughts are all over the place.
He backs me up until I tumble down onto the bed. He follows, and then we’re spread out over the mattress. I’m on my back, and he’s on his side next to me. He’s angled up on one elbow, his hair shoved back over his shoulders, and he leans down to kiss me. A serious kiss, long and deep. His tongue plunges as far into my mouth as it can go, and it’s still not enough. I want everything there is of Ajia Stone.
“Give me your tongue, baby,” he whispers against my mouth, and I don’t hesitate. He sucks me deep in his mouth, and I feel it clear through to my nipples, my clit, my core. I press closer.
He drags a light stroke of his thumb over my nipple, and I groan. He does it again, and then his lips and tongue are on my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. Seconds later, he takes me in his mouth and sucks my nipple like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He swirls his tongue around and around, licks me, then closes his teeth lightly over the crest.
I arch against his mouth without thinking. “Again,” I whisper. “Harder.” His light touch is suddenly not enough.
He does it again, and this time he bites my nipple with a little pressure. A low sound comes from the back of my throat. Jesus, that feels good.
“You like that, baby?” He licks my nipple like he’s apologizing.
“Yes.” I shove my fingers through the tangle of his hair. “Please.”
He does it again, a little harder, and then cares for me with a gentle lick. He shifts, turns his attention to my other breast, and it receives the same treatment. And each time his teeth close over me, an arrow of awareness shoots straight to my pussy.
I’m wet and aching, and only Ajia can take care of it.
He slips down my body, spreading open-mouthed kisses between my breasts, over my abdomen, my belly button, the nicely-waxed mound above my pussy. His fingers stay on my nipples, playing until I think I’m going to come before he ever even touches my clit.
I twist against him. I feel his cock against my leg, still hard, but he seems in no hurry to take his own satisfaction. Instead, he scoots farther down, angles my hips slightly upward, and then he licks my seam from bottom to top. Again. My breath catches, and I arch my hips toward his mouth.
He gives a throaty, thoroughly masculine laugh, and his tongue stabs into my pussy. A tremor shudders through me. It’s like he knows my body better than I do.
“You taste like heaven, baby.”
His tongue slides up, circles my clit, and I lose all my breath when he pushes one finger in me. He did it before, and that same sensation of fullness returns. It doubles as he keeps the soft pressure against my clit and adds a second finger. The pressure increases, but having seen—and now touched—his cock, I know this is nothing in comparison.
He pushes his fingers in and out, again and again. His hand is turned upward, his fingers angled, and he strokes that place of magic within me. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, and I move with him. Has anything ever felt so good?
“Ajia.”
My fingers flutter over the covers until they reach his shoulders, his head. I don’t mean to grip his hair in my hands, but I do. When he scissors his fingers open, my grip tightens and my hips flex. His hand is moving, in and out, and then his fingers open and close. Teasing that special spot against my inner wall. Again.
I’m a writhing mass of sensation.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers against my pussy, and his tongue gives a quick, hard flick against my clit. He does it again, and I lose my breath—and then his teeth close lightly over the sensitive bud.
Oh, God.
My orgasm follows after no more than a heartbeat, and I come hard, screaming Ajia’s name. How is it that he can bring me to the edge so quickly and so completely?
My arms and legs tremble, and he kisses and strokes me through my climax until I find myself somewhat back in my body again. I let out a ragged sigh and urge him upward for a kiss. I need his lips on mine.
I taste myself on him, and excitement shoots through me. It teases me, makes me want to taste him.
My hands slip over his shoulders, down his chest, to his waist and hips, and I stretch to take his cock in my hands. He’s as hard as he was earlier, and I stroke unsteady hands up and down his length.
“Can I do that?” I ask as I tighten my fingers around him.
“What, baby?” he asks between kisses.
“Taste you. Do…you know—” I cut the words off. I don’t want to say, do what the girl in the garage was doing. “Put my mout
h on you.”
He licks my lips, darts his tongue into my mouth. “Oh, baby.” He gives a short, rueful laugh that sounds almost choked. “I want that,” he adds as one hand cups my breast and squeezes lightly. “Jesus, do I want that. But not tonight.”
“No?” Defeat chokes me.
“You sound disappointed.” He kisses me again.
“I…am. I want to make you feel—”
He cuts my words off with a deep kiss. His tongue seeks and destroys any resistance I might have had. “If you make me feel anything more, I’ll come right here on your hands.” His hips flex against my palms. “I’m too close to the edge already. You put your mouth on me, and things’ll be over before I’ve started.”
My heart pounds. Can he really want me that much?
“You’ve got things plenty started,” I point out breathlessly. “You made me come.”
He smiles against my lips. I can feel the movement of his mouth. He pushes up so I can see his expression. Not sure I’ve ever seen him look so satisfied.
“I did,” he agreed with a slight nod. “And I’ve never seen—heard—anything so beautiful.”
I flush with pleasure. “But now I want…”
“What?” His hand sweeps down to rest just above my mound. “Do you want more?”
A new wetness flushes from me, and my hips flex. “My God, Ajia.” I lift my head to deliver a quick kiss. “Yes. I want that more than…anything.”
He pulls his cock from my hands, drops another kiss on my mouth, and slips from the bed. After a moment of fumbling in his suitcase, he drops a handful of condoms on the nightstand and then rips one packet open with his teeth. A few seconds later, he’s covered and back on the bed with me.
I’m nervous. I can’t deny it. But I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I’ve been holding onto my stupid fucking V-card for this man. I’m past wanting to give it to him.
He kisses me again. Licks my lips, bites the bottom one, sucks my tongue into his mouth. His hands caress my breasts, tease my nipples, and then he pinches them lightly. I sigh into his mouth and press against his fingers.
“You like that, baby?” He kisses me again.