Giving it Up (Brewhouse #1)
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“Can we have pancakes tomorrow morning, too?” Her voice turned into a sensual purr, reminding me of what I had planned for the rest of the night.
“You can have anything you want.” Pulling her into a kiss, I tangled my hand in her hair. Holding her still so I could tell her with my mouth what I was too afraid to put into words.
“I like that answer,” she whispered. With her plump tits grinding against my naked chest, and her pantie-covered ass wriggling over my cock, I was already half-mast.
Damn. My recovery time wasn’t that quick. At least not usually.
Jo owned my cock. Just like she dominated my heart.
“Get dressed or we won’t be going anywhere,” I growled. I didn’t know what time Angela got off work. I didn’t want her coming home and finding me with Jo; the signs of sex all over us.
“Party pooper,” she said, but got dressed anyway.
The restaurant we hit claimed to have the best pizza pie in Madison. Sal’s was pizza, pasta, and more. All of it fucking amazing and authentic. No too-yeasty dough, no soggy toppings, and tangy homemade sauce that made my taste buds tingle.
Sal’s was a small dive bar looking joint on a snow-capped corner. It used to be a hidden gem. Now that it was getting news, it was busier than I liked. Still, the cold weather worked in our favor. We managed to get a seat quickly in the middle of the dinner rush.
Jo sat on the wooden bench across from me nursing a diet coke, and brandishing a bread stick like a weapon. “What’s your favorite color?”
She was so damn cute leaning towards me. Color soaked her cheeks, and delight played in her whiskey-brown eyes. Excitement burst from her, and my heart clenched over the knowledge that I was the one who made her look so happy.
I grinned. “Why do you want to know?”
Jo snapped her teeth around the bread stick, chewing it hastily while eyeballing me through narrowed lashes. “I know all the deep shit about you, besties, remember? I don’t know any of the light hearted simple stuff. So, spill.”
She was right about that. Of all the people I talked to, Jo was the lone person who knew about Sara. I shoved the name back, not wanting it to intrude on this slice of unexpected bliss. “It’s black.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Why is black your favorite color? It’s so dreary.”
I laughed. “Black goes with everything, and you have no room to throw stones Miss I have neon pink Nikes. I saw them.”
She licked a smattering of garlic butter from her lips, unrepentant as she grinned. “Aren’t they amazing? I can’t really wear them in public.”
“You should. Who cares if you wear pink shoes?”
Jo shrugged as she took a deep drought of her soda. “I’m not as bold as you,” she said.
She was bold, she just didn’t see that in herself yet. It was going to be my mission to teach her how to live. “You should be.”
“Have you seen yourself?” Her frown pulled slight wrinkles between her brows. She waved a hand down my physique. I worked hard on it. There was no magic pill or wand that built my body for me. I was the byproduct of my willpower.
I shook my head. I knew where this was heading, and I wasn’t going to let her have a single doubt about what I saw in her. “You are obviously blind. You’re fucking gorgeous, Jo.”
Jo avoided my eyes as she dropped her half-eaten stick onto a small appetizer plate. “Uh, you realize who I live with, right? She’s gorgeous.”
I leaned in and grabbed her hand. “She’s pretty, sure, but it’s not the exterior which makes you beautiful.”
Jo snorted. “Lord, is this going to be one of those “Your personality makes you beautiful” moments?”
“It’s true. And besides, even if your personality sucked you’re still beautiful. Probably the prettiest fucking girl I’ve ever had in my bed.”
“Now I know you’re lying.”
The inappropriate comment burning on my tongue was quelled by the arrival of our pizza. I wanted to grab her by the chin and kiss the doubt from her mouth, and then haul her into my lap and paddle the shit out of her for putting herself down.
I needed to wait a little while longer. Jo was going to be my dessert; honey-soaked pussy served up with a dollop of come.
The waitress served up two large slices from the pizza we got. We’d compromised. I was a carnivore, meat all the way. Jo seemed to like a bit of everything, so we decided to branch out and try something entirely new to both of us. Sal had a bacon and fig pizza that was supposedly to die for. It seemed a strange combination to me, savory and sweet mixed together.
I was wrong to doubt Sal’s culinary skill.
“Omigod this is good,” Jo said as she relished her slice.
It was delicious. “But not half as tasty as you.”
Jo squeaked as the innuendo sunk in. Her cheeks turned neon, and she darted a hot-eyed look at me up through her dark lashes. I grinned lazily, chewing through my dinner, knowing the both of us would need our energy. I was dying to get her naked and into my bed.
She’d read my mind, because we both only ate two slices, taking the rest home for a midnight snack.
“You’re so damn bad,” Jo breathed into me as we left the restaurant.
“You’re lucky the tables didn’t have tablecloths and were so open. I’d have been under there with my face between your thighs in a heartbeat.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Jo purred at the idea, and I filed it away for a future scheme. My li’l virgin had an exhibitionist side.
Grabbing her by the waist, I pinned her against the door of my car. Her body crushed into mine, lush and curvy and on fire for me. “I would, and more. I’d do anything to make you come for me, kitten. To watch the way your eyes light up when you’re happy. Every day is like fucking Christmas with you. You’re a present I didn’t know I wanted, but that I need. “
“You can’t say things like that,” she whispered.
“Why? Because you think you want someone else?” I refused to hear her answer as I darted down and claimed her mouth. Her lips parted on instinct, and I slipped my tongue along hers. Claiming every breath, ever soft sigh, as mine.
Maybe if I gave her enough pleasure she would forget why she was fooling around with me.
“Kevin,” she whimpered into my mouth.
“Your body says it’s mine, Jo. Give into it.” She melted, pliant and sweet in my arms. And like the bastard I was, I took every ounce of it.
Fifteen
Jo
The ride back to Kevin’s place left me thoughtful. It’d been my fantasy for the longest time to find a man who thought I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Kevin said he did. Not that I believed him. I mean, I had eyes after all, and he was fucking beautiful. And I was just…me.
How had I ended up with Kevin being the one filling all the empty spots inside my heart? I had wanted it to be Regi whispering sweetness to me. Was I so into Kevin because he was the first one to touch me, the first man to make me burn?
I’d thought Regi was what I wanted. But he hadn’t crossed my mind much in the past few days. Just little nudges of guilt here and there, a failing reminder of why I’d set out with Kevin in the first place.
I couldn’t fall more under Kevin’s spell. I was going to be crushed if I did. I just couldn’t help it. Every time he looked at me all common sense dripped away. I was both light and heavy; full and hollow; hopeful and devastated. I had been okay, until his words in the parking lot shook something loose. The last bit of brick and mortar protecting my heart fell away, leaving me open and exposed.
And his.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Kevin said as he pulled up to his building.
I glanced out the car window. My reflection was a blur, a ghost in the glass; a pale oval filled with dark eyes and worried lines. Nerves were getting the best of me. The bees in my stomach must be at war, or else the pizza wasn’t sitting well, because I wanted to throw up and run away.
What a romantic thought
to have moments before I was going to lose my v-card. I was still going through with it. Though it was more than just a harebrained scheme. Now there was a promise attached.
The darkness acted as a privacy screen. A confession in a cold car with a man who could make nuns sin. “I like you,” I whispered, “a lot. I know I shouldn’t. I don’t know what happened or how.”
Kevin’s hand found mine. Our fingers tangled together, and he squeezed. I turned and stared into his bearded face. He brought our entwined hands to his mouth, grazing a kiss to the knuckles. Though the sensation was blunted by my mittens, my heart flopped over in my chest. “I’m glad. I hated thinking this was a one-sided thing.”
Silly damn man. How could this be one sided? My heart swelled to bursting, putting pressure on my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen made me lightheaded. “You say you want me. What does that mean? What does me being yours mean?”
“It means we’ll take it slow. It means that once I fuck you, and take that sweet cherry, you’re mine. You aren’t running to Regi. Got it?”
I exhaled a shuddery gasp. I’d done all of this for Regi thinking he was the man for me. It just turned out that the man I wanted wasn’t the man I needed.
Kevin offered me everything, if I was brave enough to take it. Brave enough to trust that a leopard could change his spots. He’d said he didn’t do relationships, didn’t want to change. Yet here he was, offering me all of that and more.
Could I be brave enough? Was I strong enough to walk into this with my eyes, and heart, wide fucking open? I would regret it if I didn’t. Sucking on my bottom lip, I nodded. It was all I was capable of.
Victory shaped Kevin’s mouth as he kissed my knuckles once more. Letting me go, he popped out of the car, moving confidently to my side. He opened my door, and we walked into his building holding hands. Like a true, real life couple.
I was a basket of crazy, nervous and jittery as he opened the front door. Behind it was the remnants of the earlier frenzy, burning on a low simmer. It wouldn’t take much to ignite it again, once the realization that Kevin and I were now together eased.
Kevin turned to me as I inched into his apartment. His hands gripped my hips, and the moment the door shut, he caught me up in his arms. My knees kicked over his bent arms, and sent the snow on my shoes falling in wet splotches to the carpet below.
I squealed, clinging to his wide shoulders as he carted me through the darkened apartment. “Kevin, oh my Lord, what are you doing!” He’d gone caveman, and I fucking loved it.
“I want you in my bed, I’ve been thinking of it for weeks,” he growled against my throat.
He tossed me onto the queen-sized mattress. The headboard thundered into the wall with a loud BANG. We hadn’t even begun, and his neighbors were already going to hate us. He flicked the lights on, then twisted the dimmer knob, turning his bedroom into a low-lit fairytale.
I gaped up at him. He moved fluidly, shedding his jacket and gloves and tossing them into a wayward pile. He wanted me so badly that he didn’t have a care that his clothing flew everywhere.
“Get naked. Now,” he commanded.
I shuddered. My pussy went molten at the dominant undertones ringing through his voice.
This is happening. Holy Christ. This is really happening.
I was all thumbs as I wiggled out of my jacket. Blindly I reeled my shirt up, completely focused on Kevin. Watching him reveal every inch of his delectable body for my pleasure was worth nearly poking myself in the eye.
Need pulsed through me, warming my chilled skin and making me ache again. I kicked off my boots. One went sailing over my head. My hips arched, and I was fighting with my zipper, trying to wrest it down.
We were both in a hurry. There was no elegance to how my clothes were tossed around Kevin’s bedroom. I would be lucky if I found both socks in the morning.
My treat, when I was finally naked, was him pinning me down onto the covers. His gorgeous, and very naked body rubbed all over mine.
“I’m not letting you out of this bedroom until that tight little cunt is shaped to fit me.” Kevin’s stare penetrated me, drilled in deep and left me whimpering. My pussy clenched in wet, spasming need. “Do you understand?”
I shuddered. “Yes, Sir,” I panted.
“Good girl.” Kevin’s fingers speared my hair, cupped the hair at my nape and wrenched me close. He was savage, his kiss wild as he took my lips. Lord, his intensity shook me to the quick. I softened beneath him, my body pliant and craving anything, everything, he wanted.
His growl vibrated my mouth. The wet suction of his kiss broke with a near audible pop. But he didn’t give me any time to recover. His beard prickled my cheek as he nuzzled my neck, kissing down my body.
“I fucking love your tits.” His eyelids were heavy as he looked up at me beneath them. My nipples were stiff little pillars saluting his endeavors. “I can’t wait to get my dick between them. You’ll lick my cock while I tit fuck you, won’t you kitten.”
Holy. Fuck. I moaned and dropped my head onto the bed. My back bowed, offering my breasts up to him. Every time he opened his mouth I added something new to my sex list. I couldn’t wait until we got through the “normal” stuff, even if I didn’t really want to rush it.
He rumbled his appreciation, and then tasted me with a wet, hard suck on one peak. The suction pulsed straight down my body. Chains of molten pleasure connected my stiff nips to my aching little cunt.
“Lord, Kevin that mouth,” I whimpered. Though he was showing me that he could spew more than filth with his mouth. I panted as he paid homage to both heavy globes, and then began a sly slink down the front of my body.
I knew exactly where he was going. My body fired hotter. My thighs grew pliant, opening so damn wide for him.
He settled between them. Kevin’s smile was a straight Cheshire cat grin. “Someone likes her pussy getting eaten,” he teased.
I slipped my fingers into his loose hair and tugged. “Less talking!”
Kevin’s eyes narrowed, and he pushed my thighs wide. I squealed as he slapped both inner thighs. The sudden shock of pain had my cunt clenching on nothing. “Is that the way to talk to me, little girl?”
“N…no Sir,” I whimpered.
“Maybe I should spank this bad fucking pussy instead of eating it.”
“Oh Lord, please don’t.” I writhed in front of him, belying my words. I wanted him to punish me. I wanted him to make me submit. I wanted him to own me.
He backhanded my pussy with a brusque slap. I’d known it was coming, and it still caught me by surprise. My hips bucked, pushing my bald kitty up to him.
“Little virgin slut, wanting it rough and you haven’t even gotten that cherry popped.” His hands clamped hard on my hips, dragging me down the bed as he rose between my thighs.
I panted as my stomach tightened. Kevin knelt between my spread legs. Naked, gorgeous, and so fucking hard. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t even speak. Just worship every inch of his chiseled body with my eyes: his amazing six-pack abs, his enormous biceps, and that huge cock rearing between his tree-trunk thighs like a damn battering ram.
He caught me staring. Smirking, he gripped his dick lewdly, shaking the bulbous head at me. “You want this, kitten? Do you want every inch of my fat fucking cock slamming into you?”
“Fuck, yes yes yes,” I chanted. I more than wanted it. I needed it. I spread my thighs wider, inviting him to look at how damn wet and glossy my cunt was. I didn’t need to see it myself. I could feel my juices dripping out of me and rolling down the cleft of my ass.
“Not good enough.” Kevin flashed me a jackal grin, and I knew, just fucking knew, he was going to be merciless. He notched the head of his dick against my clit and stroked all the way down.
Oh. My. Lord. He was so hard, so hot pulsing against my pussy lips. My inner muscles clenched, desperate to squeeze his shaft. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I stared down between us. That single point of contact with the head of his dic
k squeezed by my swollen outer lips.
He swabbed his cock along my cleft. “I don’t think you want this bad enough, kitten.”
How was he able to speak? I was moaning, uttering noises that didn’t even sound human. And he could form complete sentences. It wasn’t fair!
“I need it,” I panted.
“What do you need.” That damn grin again. He absolutely knew what he was doing to me. Niagara fucking Falls had relocated between my thighs. He stroked his cock up and down, and then paused right at my virginal hole. The little push he gave had me flopping onto the bed again, gasping at the slight sensation of being stretched. “Do you need this? Mm look at that, baby. Your pussy is beginning to stretch for me.”
“Fuck me, Jesus Christ Kevin please I need that big dick of yours inside me. Please, please, please.” Damn man was going to have me in tears. My lower lip quivered, my eyes watered as he rocked against me. Teasing me with just the tip. Lord, if I’d played this game in high school I’d have lost and wound up pregnant. It was so damn good having him right. There. The head threatening to sink into my eager, lava-hot pussy. It was driving me wild. My hips twisted, encouraging him to put me out of my misery.
“Fuck, your pussy is sucking on my cock.” Kevin’s voice broke as he leaned over me, caging me in with all that tawny flesh and carved muscle. His hips twitched, and his dick pulled free.
I moaned. “Please Sir. Please. My pussy is yours.”
His fingers crept up my body, his hand gripped my throat. “Only your pussy?”
“All of me. I’m yours.” I pressed into his hand, loving the implied threat.
Kevin’s knees shoved my thighs wider. “Fuck you’re soaking me. Fuck.” He sounded as if he was unraveling, and I loved it.
His eyes closed. The struggle for control played visibly over his face. When he opened his eyes, I knew playtime was over.
“Watch me. Watch me pop your fucking cherry. You wanted this, kitten, now you’re going to get it.”