Giving it Up (Brewhouse #1)

by Holly Dodd

  I was caught, but there was no struggle. I wasn’t some strong-willed female able to resist his sexual potency, but a weak one that was entirely at his mercy.

  I wanted him to take and plunder and defile me.

  The wall was unforgiving as Kevin crushed me against it. The hard slab offered me up. His ripped chest crushed my breasts, and every brush of his torso against my nipples created a constant throb between my thighs. My knees shook, and the unmistakable smear of wetness between my thighs told me I’d completely leaked through my panties. I didn’t blame them for failing. My cunt had gone liquid over Kevin.

  Lord, I couldn’t handle his kiss. I was burning up, and helpless as he kept me in position. He ransacked my mouth. His beard pricked my skin, leaving a stinging flush behind as the hairs lightly abraded my skin. The soft scent of coco butter wafted into my nose, some sort of beard balm which kept his facial hair well groomed.

  I never wanted this kiss to end, but I knew it had to. Kevin’s fingers relaxed, and he pulled back just enough that our lips unlocked. My mouth was swollen. Lips aching. I’d been kissed half to death and I wanted more.

  What a greedy little whore I was for him.

  “Have you ever been kissed like that?” He grinned, knowing damn well I had never experienced anything like that before. Lord, he could be so cocky, so smug, and I wanted to pinch him for it. But I was boneless, melted straight down to the marrow. If he kept this up he would need a sponge to sop me up.

  “Are all your kisses like that,” I shot back. Planting my hand on his chest, I shoved him. As if I could move a slab of marble. He didn’t budge. My palms spread over his chest, fondling the steel-corded muscles bunched beneath.

  Curiosity played over his face, a flash of an unreadable emotion which evaporated as if I’d imagined it. His lips quirked into a half smile, drawing my attention down to how fucking pink and sexy they were framed by his golden-brown beard. “No, they’re not like that. That was a first for me too, Jo.”

  Happiness swelled inside me. I was a complete novice when it came to sex. I didn’t want to say naïve because I knew the nitty gritty of kissing, and fucking, and all the sordid entertainment two consenting adults could get into. I lived with Angela for fuck’s sake. She was a walking wet dream to most men, and liked to say the most vulgar things in mid-coitus. Still, knowing was different then doing. I hadn’t experienced passion before. Until now. Knowing he’d been just as impacted by that kiss as I was had my toes curling and heart soaring.

  “You’re something else, kitten.” Kevin’s calloused hand cradled my face. His thumb ticked over my cheekbone, delicately stroking the skin and stoking the fire inside of me. Without his mouth on me I could think again.

  “Pet names, Kevin? Why am I a kitten” I didn’t dare admit I loved how the syllables rolled off his tongue and drizzled over me. My nipples saluted his word choice, making twin divots against my bra and blouse. I wanted him to touch me, to pet me, to turn me into a little fuck-pet.

  Lord, the image of me on a leash crawling behind him turned my body into butter. Taboo lust jolted through me.

  “Maybe I should call you a sinner with that sassy mouth.” His hand shifted, and once more his fingers were in my hair. Chills shot down my spine and I moaned, arching against him.

  “I thought so,” he whispered against the edge of my mouth. He licked the corner, sketching the shape of my lips with his tongue.

  “Wh…what?” I couldn’t think with his hand in my hair, the pressure keeping my head tipped back. I wanted to close my eyes and let him have his wicked way with me. By some miracle, I managed to keep them open. Kevin’s face filled my vision. All I could focus on was his eyes and how bright they looked probing my face.

  “You’re submissive. You like a bit of pain with your pleasure. I wonder, how wet does the idea of me spanking that tight little ass of yours make you? Is your cunt creaming thinking about me paddling your pussy?”

  I wasn’t surprised by his assessment of me. If anything, it was a relief that someone saw the truth of my nature. The fantasies that got me to orgasm the hardest were on the kinkier side.

  And spanking?

  “Yes please,” I purred at him without any shame. There was no reason to feel shame. This was why I chose Kevin. He was safe, and wouldn’t judge me for what I wanted. I knew that. It was an unwavering truth. But to have it validated shot me to the moon with excitement.

  “Mmhmm, definitely a sinner. Do you know what happens to bad girls, Jo?” His mouth moved against my cheek, leaving a trail of words behind.

  I shivered as he pulled me closer by my hair. “What happens to bad girls?”

  “They get punished,” he snarled.

  Lord. That made me so wet. No. Wetter. My pussy was gushing. How could he not smell my arousal? Maybe he could. Kevin’s nostrils flared as he leaned closer. “But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Those are the advanced courses, Jo. Baby steps. You just hit first base. Let’s go for second.”

  I moaned a protest as he freed my hair. I didn’t want to round the bases. I wanted a home fucking run. He was the teacher, though, and I’d put myself into his oh-so capable hands.

  But that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease him.

  I smirked. “Yes, Sir.”

  Eight

  Kevin

  What an impertinent fucking mouth. Hearing her sass, the audacious way she’d said sir, after both of us acknowledged what she craved, made me want to haul her over my knee and redden her ass. And then fuck her mouth until she thought twice about goading me.

  Soon. Not right now, but soon she would get everything she craved.

  And then she was going to give it to Regi.

  My footsteps hitched as my conscience pricked me. Bastard mind. For a moment, I’d forgotten I wasn’t, didn’t want to, couldn’t keep her. What the fuck was I thinking? Just a kiss and I wanted more than the week or two I’d slated for her education.

  Mentally shaking my head at my own stupidity, I led her deeper into my apartment. It wouldn’t do to get distracted from the goal. She was using me. I was using her. There was no future written in our stars. This was not a love story.

  My apartment decor screamed bachelor pad because, well, it was. I hadn’t put a lot of thought into decorating. It was serviceable. I didn’t do a lot of entertaining, and other then Jo, I didn’t invite women over. Though I hadn’t done the cliché black leather. That shit was uncomfortable in the summer, and with two cats a leather couch would have been torn to shreds. Instead, I’d gone with a huge microfiber three-seater that matched the plain khaki-colored walls; it was stain proof, durable, and missing its usual furry ornaments.

  “Make yourself comfortable I need to feed the demons.” I gestured Jo towards the couch.

  She glanced into the living room, her brows raised at my utilitarian style. A recliner, wall-mounted flat screen, and a video game shelf were the only other pieces of furniture. I preferred the simple life and didn’t require a lot of stuff. I detested clutter. Probably because I’d grown up in a childhood filled with excess. Every time my parents missed a baseball game, or a new toy came out, some new shiny showed up in my bedroom. They’d been all about buying my love. They hadn’t realized it was theirs if they’d just showed me some attention.

  Jo followed me. “I’d like to meet them. What are their names?”

  “They don’t really do well with strangers,” I hedged. They were rescues, and were super skittish around people. Especially women. I hated to believe it, but I suspected my two little bastards were misogynists. “Nacho and Cheese.”

  Jo burst out laughing. “Really? Please tell me you didn’t really name them Nacho cheese.”

  I threw her a lazy grin. “Why not? They’re orange and their brothers. You can’t have one without the other. Together they make up one of my favorite food splurges. Nachos with cheese.”

  Her giggles followed me into the kitchen as I pulled out a can of wet food from the cupboard. Popping the tin top and grabb
ing a spoon reserved just for their meals, I hadn’t even gotten a scoop into their bowls before they appeared like magic. One moment the kitchen was cat free, bleach white, and so small you couldn’t even boil a pot of water. The next my fur-demons were creeping over the checkered linoleum, giving Jo a wide berth where she stood between the two rooms, but not letting their unease interfere with dinner time. “These are my babies.”

  My friends teased me that I was going to be a cat lord, the ying to a cat lady’s yang. I didn’t mind at all. I loved the fluffy li’l fuckers. I’d rescue more if I could, but more animals would have to wait until I bought a house. Since I’d decided to go back and get my Master’s degree, the house would have to wait awhile longer.

  There was no way I was taking my father’s offer of a loan. He’d been trying to weasel back into my life for years. Taking his money would effectively be forgiving him, and my mother, for the bullshit they’d done while I’d been growing up.

  Nacho, a fat ginger with a fluffy tail twice as wide as he was rubbed against my leg while Cheese meowed pitilessly. “Oh, stop it, Jo is going to think I starve you.”

  Setting the food down, I gave them each a pet between the ears as they face dived dinner. When I stood up Jo was staring at me with a gaze that both excited me and scared me. Her eyes brimmed with a soft emotion, one that tugged at a spot in my chest and made it ache, the sensation reminiscent of heartburn only it wasn’t. That same hollow sensation that had been bugging me since I’d first met her. It was hard to breathe when she was looking at me as if I was her whole world.

  This is only temporary.

  I held her eyes as I closed the distance between us. Excitement crackled through me with each step. The closer I got, the more aware she became of my intent. Her eyes widened, the color as dark and rich as espresso beans. Her mouth fell open, and she offered me the little tell which betrayed how aroused she was: she licked her lips. I didn’t stop until I invaded her personal space. Her tits grazed my chest, and then pancaked into my torso as I pulled her closer. The buds of her nips dug in, her body speaking the language I was most fluent in; sex.

  I dropped my head, inhaling the tart sweetness of her need. Mm. “Ready for more lessons?”

  The hitch in Jo’s breathing aroused me all over again. No, that was a lie. I’d been aroused the whole time. While my cock had deflated partially while I’d fed the cats, a half-chub instead of a full hard on, the way her pouty lips parted and her breath spilt out into a moan caused all the blood that had been fueling my brain to drain south.

  Stroking my fingers down her slim arm, I caught her hand and led her to the couch.

  I would love to make out with her in my bedroom. Problem was, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop. I had plans on getting her out of her skirt and panties tonight. If she were laid out in my bed like I’d been fantasizing about for the past few weeks, I didn’t know if I’d have the control to stop myself from sinking ball’s deep inside of her, and teaching her everything she wanted to learn. Her cherry would be gone before she even had time to savor being seduced.

  I promised myself I’d take it slow. I promised her she’d leave here tonight with her virginity intact. I was damn well going to keep those promises.

  Settling into the middle cushion on the couch, I widened my knees and pulled Jo between them. “We have a bit of a problem, Jo.”

  Her lashes fluttered in confusion. “What’s the problem?”

  I cupped the back of her bare calf, right above the cute-as-fuck butterfly cowboy boots she wore, and slid my hands up. I enjoyed that she was wearing a skirt, but I fucking loved that it was glittery. It just played to the Tinkerbelle image I had of her in my head. My hands didn’t stop, not until they disappeared beneath her skirt, my palms cradling her thick thighs. “You’re wearing too much clothing.”

  “Oh.” Her juicy pink mouth pursed, and I had the hot as hell image of her lips spread in that exact way around my cock.

  My dick really liked that idea. He leapt against my jeans, throbbing and leaking pre-come into my boxer-briefs.

  Down boy. You’re not getting sucked tonight.

  The next lesson was all about mouths. It might be a few days, but the wait would be worth it.

  Jo nibbled her bottom lip, and the most endearing blush scorched her skin. It gathered across her chest, a pink cloud spreading over her fair flesh, and seeped up her neck before staining her cheeks. The color reddened her skin like cherries on the snow, and reminded me of the innocence she wanted me to claim. “Is that a hint that you want a strip tease.”

  I stifled a groan as the image of Jo giving me a lap dance popped into my mind. “Those are more advanced classes again, kitten. Why don’t you start by taking off your shirt and we can go from there?”

  Jo quivered, battling shyness. Then she grew bold. Her carriage changed. She lifted her chin, tossed her hair so it floated around her cheeks like party streamers, and held my eyes as she curled her fingers in the hem of her purple blouse and dragged it upwards. I liked this brazen side to her, and settled deeper into the couch to appreciate my prize.

  Jo was all tits and ass, with wide hips, a big ass, and a tiny li’l waist, a petite wet dream with the allure of an ingénue. She would make an amazing cock ornament when I taught her how to sit on my dick. Would my fingers touch together when I wrapped my hands around her? There was over a foot of height difference between her and Regi, and about a foot between her and me. Was that what did it for her? Was she a closet size queen? Did the idea of being split apart by a giant cock make her come?

  She wouldn’t be disappointed in me. I had an eight-inch monster that would fill her and beyond. I couldn’t wait to hear her squeals when I pumped into her for the first time.

  I didn’t hide my grin as she pulled her top over her head. The small movement jiggled her breasts, but I didn’t look. Instead, I held her eyes. Only when she closed them, shying away from my intensity, did I drop my stare down to the ample swell of her tits.

  She wore a lacy purple bra which cradled her plump breasts. The soft mounds overflowed the cups, and my fingers itched to pull the lace down and find out how pink, or dusky, her nipples were. They were rock hard, perfect candy peaks outlined in lace that made my mouth water.

  While I was ogling her, Jo dropped her blouse and pushed her skirt down, flashing me the tease of matching panties. My first orgasm had sprung from a Victoria’s Secret catalog, and matching lingerie had a special place in my heart. The sight of her in it caused more pre to bubble on the head of my dick. “Mmm, look at you.”

  Obvious goosebumps pimpled Jo’s skin. “Do you like what you see,” she whispered as she undulated her hips. She pushed on the waist band, lowering it and revealing a slice of smooth magnolia-fair skin. Not enough to see all of what she offered, but enough so that when the time came, I’d be able to stuff my hands down into her panties and sink my fingers into her eager twat.

  “Yeah,” I said. Lust turned my voice gravelly. I tapped my thigh, drawing her attention to the fucking totem pole she’d caused to tent my jeans. “Yeah I like what I see. Come here little girl. Sit in daddy’s lap and we’ll talk about whatever pops up.”

  Nine

  Jo

  Daddy? Kevin’s casual, cheeky kink set my pulse galloping. There was a damn herd of buffalo running laps through my body. Spams rippled from my stomach and into my pussy. I panted at the sudden way my twat creamed over his words. Hello new kink? I always suspected I’d love dirty talk. The way my pussy dewed proved that I’d been right.

  Lord, I was going to come and I hadn’t even sat in his lap yet.

  I sucked in a breath, trying to cool the inferno housed in my body. It was no use. I was combusting, the epicenter of the flames lodged between my trembling thighs. The only way to ease the ache was if Kevin allowed it. With how he looked at me, his green eyes gobbling me up as if I were the best thing he’d ever seen, I wasn’t sure he was going to.

  Who knew torture could be so good.


  I was surprised at how light-hearted being with Kevin was. Though maybe it was a tactic to ensure we didn’t burn out too fast before the night was over. See-sawing between desperate need, and playful commentary which stoked the fire but didn’t incinerate us. Though I only needed to glance into his heavy-lidded eyes to catch fire again. I’d never felt more beautiful, more wanted, then watching Kevin watch me.

  Licking my lips, I hesitated for only a minute. Then I kicked my skirt the rest of the way off. There would be no hiding the wet spot spreading over the crotch of my undies. The cool slickness smeared all over my swollen lips, a counterpoint to the damn lava drooling from my slit.

  Taking a step forward, I braced my hands onto Kevin’s magnificent shoulders, and straddled his lap. I moaned as my swollen pussy met the granite-hard length of his cock. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. I whimpered as I rolled forward, squealing with delight as my swollen clit sparked with pleasure the moment it connected with his impressive girth.

  “I think something popped up alright,” I breathed. My pussy was molten, my core dripping silky, liquid need as I ground down. The pressure stuffed my panties against my kitty, soaking the fragile lace, and causing a little bit of scratchiness to torture my engorged clit. There were so many sensations, new and remembered, tugging on me that I was going to shatter into a million fiery pieces.

  Kevin was hung. Though I had minimal personal experience, between anatomy classes and Mia having no concept of too much information, I was positive Kevin had a massive cock. I shuddered as my womb contracted, the tiny pulses warning me that I was close. Too close. We hadn’t even gotten to third base and I was going to come all over him.