by Kristen Echo
“If you want me, then don’t hesitate,” she offered.
Moving my hands lower, I covered her breasts. The firm, round globes filled my palms. She sucked in a harsh breath when I squeezed. My cock strained against my soaked jeans.
“I shouldn’t want you. You’re my best friend’s girl and barely older than my kids, but you make me feel alive. I haven’t had feelings this strong since… the way I feel about you is so fucking intense,” I said. “I can’t stop wanting you. Trying to resist is useless. I need to feel you come,” I growled as she arched into my hands.
“Yes!”
“Don’t hate me when I screw up,” I said, shifting her body underneath mine. “At some point in our relationship it’s going to happen. The issues with Jessa have fucked with my head. I don’t want to hurt you or have you settle.”
“Brent, you are not fucked up. I love that you’re concerned about me not making a mistake by giving you my virginity. The way you loved Lucille is the same all-consuming way I feel about you. One look and I was hooked. I don’t want to take her place in your heart. I’d never be able to. But there’s room for me.”
“Your confidence is so fucking sexy.”
“I’m glad you think so. There’s no one else for me. Trust me, there’s been no shortage of options,” she joked, keeping her eyes locked with mine. “You already love me the way I need. Making love will only strengthen our relationship.”
Christy was a virgin. Suddenly, the idea of her being with anyone but me didn’t sit well. I was too greedy. I wanted to be her only. A primal urge rooted inside me; unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The force of it overruled all other rational thought.
“You’re mine.” I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
Settling between her legs, I kissed down her neck and sucked on her hard, rosy nipple. Water pummeled us and I drank the water from her skin. She moaned as I lavished her supple breasts. I could lose myself in them for days. I nibbled on her other nipple as I moved one hand down her flat stomach and rubbed her mound.
Her body was a wonderland I planned to explore and enjoy. My fingers slid along her wet folds and massaged her clit. She thrashed and whimpered as I applied more pressure on both her nipple and her clit. Her arousal coated my fingers as I pushed inside her virgin walls. She was so tight. My cock was begging to tunnel inside. I pumped my hand and used my thumb like a steady heartbeat against her clit.
“Oh Brent!” she wailed. Her screams echoed around the bathroom as she came, flooding my hand with her juices.
I released her puckered tip and moved further down her body. Her pussy was bare and gorgeous like all her body parts. I lapped at her cream. She tasted like liquid sugar. I could spend a lifetime licking her sweet pussy. Dirty thoughts raced through my mind as my tongue burrowed between her pussy lips. I inhaled and growled like an animal staking his claim.
Her hands wove through my wet hair as she pumped her hips against my face. I loved her responses. The loud purring noise she made when I sucked on her clit was too fucking perfect. I’d never heard anything so erotic. When she came again, I almost broke through the zipper of my jeans. Her body stiffened and trembled in bliss. I wanted to give her more. I wanted to give her everything.
“Please, make love to me,” she begged. “Don’t say no.”
I had zero intention of turning her down. The time for stopping ended long before I tasted her. There was no going back. This woman was mine. “I’m going to make love to you. Slow and easy. But not in here.”
She smiled as I turned off the water. I lifted her into my arms and kissed her again. Her lips were honey, and I was the bear starved for sweetness. She wrapped her wet body around mine, and I carried her to the bed. We left a trail of water behind. I gently placed her on the bed covered in flower petals. It smelled almost as sweet as her.
Taking off my wet jeans wasn’t easy. I pealed them off and stepped out of my soaked briefs. My cock grazed my navel and Christy’s eyes widened.
“You’re bigger than I thought,” she said and licked her lips.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle,” I replied and stroked my rock-hard length.
“I’m not scared. Quite the contrary.” She grabbed my free hand and yanked me to the bed. “I’m excited.”
I landed beside her and pulled her on top of me. My plans flew out the window when she touched me. Her hot hand enveloped my dick, and I shuddered. The second her lips traveled down my body I wanted her mouth on me. She licked and traced my ink as she fisted my shaft.
“Take me in your mouth and use your tongue,” I said. I shivered when she kissed the tip so lovingly.
Propping on my elbows, I watched her swallow the head. I groaned at the sight. Fucking gorgeous. She sucked my cock deeper into her sweltering mouth. I tilted her head and shifted my hips, coaxing her to take more.
“That’s good. Suck harder.” I moaned as she followed my commands. “Good job. I don’t mind a little teeth.”
She smiled around my cock and grazed my length with her perfect, straight white teeth. Then she sucked me hard and deep. Christy was so good at taking direction. I snapped mental pictures of her lips wrapped around my cock as I tickled her tonsils. The part that killed me was how much she seemed to be enjoying this. She enjoyed sucking my cock.
“I’m going to splash against your tongue and let you taste me.” I pumped my hips to the rhythm of the music and held her head. My eyes caught hers and I lost it. I came hard and shook from the force. “Fuck!”
She gagged slightly but swallowed and licked me clean. A drop escaped and ran down her chin. She collected it with her thumb and licked it. “Yum,” she said, making me stiff all over again.
“Are you sure you’re a virgin?” I asked as she chewed on her swollen lips.
“Don’t judge me. I’ve seen more than one porn,” she admitted, casting her eyes down to my semi-hard cock.
I smiled. “Any particular likes?”
“I may have developed a slight daddy fetish. The girls are so cherished and always taken care of. I want that. I have a few re-occurring fantasies.” She brushed her damp hair away from her face. “One with you calling me your baby-girl as you feed me your big, hard cock. This was better than my wildest dreams.”
“Baby-girl.” I tried the pet name, but it fell short. “Sweetness, I won’t call you baby-girl, but if it turns you on to call me Daddy, I’m all for it. I’ll take care of you. In and out of the bedroom.”
I tackled her to the mattress and kissed her plump lips. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her breaths became short and labored. I was hard again.
“I like Sweetness better,” she said. “If it freaks you out, I don’t have to call you Daddy? But it really does turn me on.”
“Oh no,” I whispered next to her ear. “I love your fantasies. I’m going to make all your dreams come true. So, open your legs nice and wide. You are going to take Daddy’s cock like a good virgin.”
“Holy fuck! I’m soaked from just that,” she panted and spread her legs.
The heavy rock music still played in the background as I gripped my shaft and coated my tip with her juices. She wasn’t kidding. My cock was drenched after two swipes.
“No condoms. I want to feel every tight inch. Are you on birth control?” I asked as I teased her entrance with my tip. “Screw going slow. I won’t prolong your pain. I’m going to take you hard, fast and make you mine.”
She moaned and nodded. “Take me, Daddy. Come on me, in me, anywhere you want. I’m yours.”
I claimed her, tearing through her virginity in one long thrust. Her virgin walls hugged me so tight. I’d never felt anything better or more perfect. She moaned and closed her eyes tight, adjusting to my girth. I gave her a moment before pulling out and slamming back to the hilt.
No other man would ever feel this flawless piece of heaven. I thrust again. No one else would ever love her as much as me. I’d make damn sure of it. Her moans grew louder and wi
lder with every push and pull. I kissed her lips and rubbed her clit as I pumped faster and faster.
“Daddy. Right there! Oh Daddy… I’m coming!” She trembled and came with the violent force of a volcano eruption. Her walls clenched and gripped my cock like a vice, setting me off.
I pulled out seconds before it was too late. My cream splashed all over her stomach and breasts. I fisted my cock and pumped my release onto her golden, tanned skin. She looked so beautiful. I couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment. Without thinking, I grabbed my camera from the bedside table and snapped pictures of her blissed-out covered in my cum.
We made love again. This time we went slow. She came twice more on my cock while making those irresistible purring noises. I was hooked. Christy had my heart whether she wanted it or not. The sweetest, sassiest minx on the planet was mine.
Her long lashes rested against her cheeks. I suspected my girl was sleeping because her breathing had slowed and the rise and fall of her chest was steady. My girl. I kissed the top of her head before crawling out of bed to look at the pictures we’d taken. They were my best work yet.
Having Christy in my arms and in my bed was surreal.
I glanced through the open bedroom doors towards the main door. When the new day greeted us, I wondered where we’d go. Our lives were moving in different directions. In the back of my mind, Jessa’s threat pierced through my happiness. Soon enough, I’d have to deal with her. I had three kids vying for my time and countless photo shoots booked within the next twelve months. Christy’s schedule was even more demanding than mine. This was the worst time to fall in love. Or the best. I smiled, slipped back in the bed next to Christy and closed my eyes. We’d figure the logistics out later.
CHAPTER FIVE
Christy
After the first time, he grabbed a warm cloth and cleaned me, washing away his claim. But it was embedded in my soul. I would never forget my first time. It was everything I had imagined and more. Brent was so much more than I expected. He was worth the wait.
We’d made love again and again. It was explosive, visceral and raw every time. Our bodies connected in perfect synchronicity. No wonder books were written about this stuff. Powerful, Earth shattering and soul altering love was a good description of what’d happened between us.
He was kinky, sensual and skilled, making me feel cherished and thoroughly taken. He wasn’t rough, but we weren’t gentle. I was glad I’d read the Kamasutra because he had me in so many different poses. My legs in the air, over his shoulder, wrapped around him and my favorite was over my own head. We made the pornos I’d watched seem mundane.
My crush morphed into so much more. I had already gambled and won. Telling him how I felt was the right move. Especially since he felt the same. Waking up after a short nap next to Brent made me so happy. I glanced around the room. The laptop was open and pictures of me and us cycled. Brent must have checked them out after I passed out. We looked so in love. Butterflies danced in my belly and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I traced the ink on his chest. His body was magnificent, but the man inside was even better. Brent was a good man, a great dad and an amazing lover. His eyes fluttered but didn’t open as I kissed over his heart.
“Sleep,” he groaned. “More sleep.”
I cupped his cheeks and sampled his lips. Soft yet firm. He looked at me and smiled. The dreamy look in his eyes was so hot.
“I love you. It’s not my crazy orgasmic state of mind talking either,” I said with a smile.
“Good to know.” He stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
My hand slapped against his hard pecks. “Hey! Aren’t you supposed to say it back and reassure me that we’re still on the same page?”
He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “You don’t have an insecure bone in your sexy little body,” he said in a deep sleepy voice. “But if you need me to profess my love, I’ll do it again and again.” His dark eyes connected with mine. “Christy Collingswood, I love you.”
Those words made my heart swell and my legs tingle. I loved that he wasn’t afraid or timid about sharing his feelings. Besides my bold steps to make Brent mine, I rarely shared my emotions. After my parents died, I found it easier to shut down. I built a wall around my heart to stop the hurt. Holding my true feelings bottled inside allowed me to move ahead with life. But it also meant, I never let myself truly feel. Max and I had that in common. But I refused to reach his age and still shy away from relationships. If Brent could love after his loss, I could too.
I swallowed my hesitation. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say those words. It’s one thing thinking we’d be phenomenal together, but it’s something else to have my fantasies come true. You’ve been the guy I compared everyone else to. Only no one came close to measuring up. Now, I’m pretty sure it will be impossible for any other man to capture my heart the way you have.”
Brent closed his eyes and licked his lips. “Damn right. No one else will ever capture what’s mine,” he declared. He gripped the back of my head and kissed me. Hard. His body covered mine and his erection rubbed between my spread legs.
I was still tender but craved more. “It’s a little early to bare my soul, or maybe it’s long overdue. In case I don’t say it as often as you need, I love you,” I said breathlessly.
His lip lifted in the smirk that made me wet. “I love your honesty,” he said before his lips floated across my neck. “Without the words, I know how you feel. Your actions speak volumes.” He ground his hips against me, and I gasped. “I am honored and—”
Loud knocking interrupted his reply and his body stilled. I wanted so badly to hear what he was about to say. I wanted to feel him inside me again. Connected.
“Ignore the door. Keep going,” I coaxed, trailing my nails down his back.
The pounding continued. Brent exhaled and sat upright as the door beeped from a key card being inserted. A second later, the door opened. My eyes fixed on the entry since we’d left the double bedroom doors open. I expected a cleaner, but Max walked in.
If we saw him clearly, then he’d be able to see us as soon as he looked our way. Why did he have a key to Brent’s room? Why hadn’t we closed the bedroom doors? The questions wouldn’t change the outcome. We were about to be discovered.
Max strolled in like he owned the room. He searched the living area. With nothing but the sheets to cover us, I grappled for the white linen hidden by my feet. My heart raced as flower petals floated around me. Brent bounded from the bed, leaving me alone. This was not how I envisioned telling my roommate.
“Brent, wake up,” Max said, stepping closer. “Get the hell out of…” His words halted and his eyes bugged out when he spotted me. The vein on his neck budged and his jaw clenched. He did not seem happy at all.
I waved and cringed when his eyes took in the scene. Two empty champagne glasses, a plate of half-eaten strawberries and flowers everywhere. Not to mention the scent of sex that lingered. He looked away and his face turned bright red. I followed his line of sight and spotted the open laptop. A naked image of me covered in Brent’s release scrolled across the screen.
Fuck! My mouth popped open, but no words came out. I froze.
Brent raced to the desk. Cursing under his breath, he slammed it shut. He was still naked. My nail marks marred his skin, and I wasn’t sorry in the slightest.
“What’s going on?” Max asked. If looks could kill, Brent would have dropped dead. “What the fuck is she doing in your bed?”
“It’s not what you think,” Brent answered, covering his cock with both hands.
“Actually, it’s exactly what he thinks.” I giggled when Brent mooned us as he searched his bag for clothing. The situation was so not funny, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not a big deal,” I said.
“You’re not helping,” Brent added, as he pulled on his underwear.
“Christy, when will you listen to me?” Max clapped his hands, drawing my attention.
He
was fuming mad. His cheeks turned red as he screamed at us. I’d never heard him raise his voice before. At least not at me. His opinion mattered more than it should have. I retreated against the headboard, covering more of my body with the blankets.
“Whatever the hell went down here will never happen again,” Max yelled.
“I don’t accept that,” I responded with a shaky voice.
He stepped closer and crossed his arms over his Hawaiian shirt. This one was red with big white flowers. It was cheerful when our conversation was anything but.
“Grow up little girl,” he spat. “You think he cares about you, but he doesn’t. He won’t be around to walk you down the red carpet. He’s got shoots booked all over the world. Plus, he’s moving in a few months.”
My mouth opened and my eyes widened. This was all news to me.
“Don’t be a jerk,” Brent chastised. “We’ve both got busy schedules. That doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
My heart sunk to the floor, knowing our relationship wouldn’t be easy. It might be downright impossible. Nothing in my life was easy. My career was just talking off after years of sacrifice and hard work. I didn’t need a boyfriend to hold my hand every day. I was used to being alone. None of this news changed the fact that I loved Brent. He loved me too. I wanted our relationship to progress.
“Image is everything,” Max continued. “You can’t be involved with someone who has kids close to your age. He’s still dealing with his messy divorce for crying out loud.”
I licked my lips. “That stuff doesn’t matter. People don’t—”
“Your fans want to see you with hot young boys like Aiden.” Max tugged on the ends of his hair. “Your fan base is in their teens and twenties. You’re not doing yourself any favors by shacking up with this idiot.”
Men in their thirties weren’t my target demographic. Everything Max said made sense from a business perspective, but this wasn’t a business transaction. This was my life. I didn’t care if people would accept my choices or not. I chose Brent.