Never With You (The Never Series Book 6)

by Anie Michaels

  I felt his hands grip me just under the swell of my breasts, still over my tank top, and I nearly groaned in aggravation. I wanted his skin against mine. But his hands moved up and his thumbs took wide sweeps over my breasts, grazing my nipples, making me gasp. After that, everything happened in a blur.

  One of his hands slid up and gripped the side of my neck, while the other hand slipped under my tank and cupped my bare breast, and his mouth landed under my ear. It was sensation overload. My hands fell to my sides, my knees went weak, and my eyelids fluttered. My mouth was open and I was sighing and moaning, loving everything his hands and mouth were doing to me, and I nearly forgot we were on a public beach where we could be seen by anyone else who thought to take a midnight stroll.

  His teeth nipped at the skin of my neck, his tongue lashing over the same spot only a second later, and then moved on, making his way up my jaw and over to my lips. By the time his mouth was on mine, I was panting and eager for his kiss.

  As soon as his tongue touched mine, I was fully engaged. My hands reached out, grasping his jacket and pulling him as close as I could manage. We kissed for what seemed like hours, standing in the sand, the sound of the waves besides us. His hands were never still—he caressed me, groped me, kneaded me, and took pleasure in all of it. I took the opportunity to let my hands wander up his chest, through his hair, which felt just as wonderful as I’d been imagining, and over the scruff of his jaw.

  I started to shiver and I didn’t think it was from the cold, but Briggs noticed and pulled back slightly, his hand still under my shirt but around my back, holding me to him.

  “Let me take you home,” he said, his voice raspy, like he hadn’t spoken in years. I didn’t know if he meant my home or his, but he clarified. “I want you in my bed.”

  “Okay,” I replied before I could think about anything. I thought I saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, but then his mouth was on mine again.

  Holy crap.

  Was I going to sleep with Briggs?

  Yes. Yes, I am.

  His hand slid down my arm and once again he took my hand in his. He turned toward his house, away from the sound of the ocean, and led me through the sand. As we neared his house his porch light came into view, illuminating everything, and suddenly I was afraid.

  What in the world were we doing? Sleeping together? A one-night stand? I had never in my life had a one-night stand. I’d never had casual sex. And even though I didn’t think sex with Briggs would be casual, I was stuck between wishing it were and hoping it wouldn’t be.

  He held the door open for me and I walked in, still trying to sort all my feelings out. I heard the door close and then I was being led up the staircase. It was part of Briggs’s home I’d never been in, and even though it was dark, I found myself straining to see anything that would give me just another tiny piece of him. I saw some pictures hanging on the wall, but I couldn’t see them very well, and that was about all I gathered before he brought me into his bedroom, still holding my hand.

  He walked toward his bed and then bent, turning on a small lamp on the bedside table, which cast a soft glow across the room. And for the first time that night I could see Briggs’s face and it settled my nerves some.

  His free hand came back up to cup my face, his thumb running gently over my bottom lip, and I waited for him to make the next move, because I was completely out of my comfort zone.

  “Do you want this?” he asked softly, his brown eyes searching mine for an answer.

  “I’ve only ever been with one person.”

  Oh, God.

  His finger stopped tracing my face and his eyes darted back and forth between mine.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I told you that. I guess I thought I should warn you.”

  “Warn me?”

  “I’m just not, uh, that experienced, I guess.”

  His hand fell from my face and I wanted so desperately for it to return, but then I felt his fingers lace through mine, now holding both my hands, and I let out a large sigh. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again, my gaze falling to my feet.

  “The way I see it, Talia, there are two ways to be with someone.”

  I lifted my face and met his gaze, his voice soft and warm.

  “You either take pleasure and perhaps the person you’re with gets something out of it too, or you give pleasure and that, in and of itself, gives you pleasure. I’ll admit, I’ve been a taker before, been with women as means to an end, but not with you. Never with you.”

  My breath was halted with his words, my heart absolutely stopped, waiting for whatever was coming next.

  “If you tell me you want to be with me, here, now, I’ll give you everything I can.”

  My first instinct was to agree immediately, but my heart already knew everything he could give me might not be enough. It would have to be, though, because I wasn’t going to give up the opportunity to feel everything I could with Briggs. Even if it was just one night, just this one time, it was what I wanted.

  “Yes,” I said just before I tipped up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

  He kissed me as he peeled my hoodie down my arms, and I blindly unzipped his jacket and pulled it free from him as well. His T-shirt lifted easily and I pulled back from him just for a moment to pull it over his head, then my mouth found his again. His hands worked my pants over my ass and down my thighs. I felt them fall to the floor and kicked them away.

  His arms were around my waist next, spinning me around so my legs bumped the mattress, and then he was lowering me to the bed, climbing over me, letting some of his glorious weight pin me down. My hands roamed his skin, grateful for the opportunity to touch him, for the permission to explore. He was strong everywhere, but not bulky. Toned and tight and perfect. His mouth broke away from mine and he moved lower, his hands pushing up the hem of my tank, his lips pressing against the soft skin just above my navel. The tank moved slowly up my torso, and I could tell he was going slowly for my sake, but I wanted that part over. I wanted to be naked with him, to feel his skin against mine. I reached down and pulled the tank over my head, baring myself to him, and I watched his eyes dance over my skin, taking in all of me.

  “I’ve spent a lot of time picturing you topless,” he said, then pressed kisses all up my torso, between my breasts, ending at my chin. “But nothing compares to seeing you in the flesh.” He kissed me again, his mouth nipping at mine, as one of his hands molded to my breast, kneading the swell of it and using his fingers to tease my nipple.

  His body settled into mine and he rested his hips against my core, the firmness of his erection pressing into me in the most delicious way. I wrapped my ankles around his back, bringing him closer, adding more friction. He groaned and thrust against me, and I wished his shorts and my panties would magically disappear.

  “I’m in no rush,” he said, his mouth leaving mine. “I intend to enjoy you for as long as I can.”

  I tried to take his words at face value, tried to convince myself he meant for one night, but I already knew I wanted more. He slid down my body, his hands pulling on my panties, tugging them down my legs, and then there was nothing left to protect me. I was naked and he was seeing me in my most vulnerable state.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hands coming to rest on my thighs, gently stroking up and down, while his eyes remained locked with mine. Without permission, my hand reached out and threaded through his hair. His eyes closed and he leaned into my touch.

  When his eyes opened again, the softness of them was gone, replaced by desire and need. He moved his hands farther up my thighs until they reached my core, and he used his thumbs to spread me open. Never had anyone been so intent on taking all of me in, looking at me like they were afraid I would disappear altogether. When he finally licked me, my body let out a sigh, and my fingers continued to run through his hair, silently urging him on. His tongue moved lazily through my sex, up and down, stopping to circle my clit so slowly, it was exquisite torture.r />
  “Briggs,” I whispered, needing more but not knowing how to ask for it. My hips moved up and down, seeking more friction, and his fingers pressed down with more force on my thighs, holding me to the mattress.

  “Let me enjoy you, firecracker.”

  It was a request I couldn’t deny. I relaxed as much as I could, but my hips still rocked a rhythm against his mouth. He groaned into me, and the rumbling sent shocks through my system and I could feel my body reacting to his mouth. He kissed me then, his mouth covering my sex, my pussy throbbing beneath his lips. His hands moved, one wrapping around my thigh to hold on to me from the back, while the other snaked up and found my breast. His clever thumb moved over my nipple just as his tongue found my clit, and the tightening in my belly began; the familiar build of an earth-shattering orgasm.

  His tongue didn’t let up, probably clued into my impending collapse by the moaning and writhing, and his hand kept toying with my breast. The final straw came, however, when his other hand moved back around my thigh and two of his fingers slid inside of me. The combination of all the sensations sent me reeling. My back arched off the bed, my heels dug into the mattress, and my head turned to the side as I cried out in release.

  “Jesus,” I heard him groan, his breath still hot against my sex. He pumped his fingers into me until the wave rolled over me completely, only stopping when I closed my knees, trying to stave off the sensitivity of his touch. I was on fire and couldn’t take many more flames. “You’re beautiful all the time, Talia. But you’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”

  I would have acknowledged his words, or even thanked him for the compliment, had I not been rendered non-verbal. I was all panting breaths and whimpers. When I finally managed to open my eyes it was the unimaginable image of Briggs crawling up my body I saw, stealing my breath all over again.

  He didn’t stop until his mouth was on mine and the taste of him and me combined sent a new wave of arousal through me.

  “I want to be inside of you,” he groaned as he moved his lips down my throat. “Is that what you want?”

  More than anything.

  “Yes,” I managed.

  He leaned back and climbed off the bed, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. He tossed it on the bed next to my hip and then quickly pushed his shorts down, his erection springing free. There wasn’t much light, but I could see all of him.

  He was so incredibly male. His cock was thick and seemed to be the perfect length. Not too small and not so big it was intimidating. He was perfect. My gaze snapped up to his eyes and I blushed when I realized he’d been watching me ogle him. He gave me a wry smile then climbed over me until he was between my legs. He pushed my knees up and nestled his pelvis right against me, his cock lying over my mound and up my stomach.

  “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around me, firecracker.”

  He leaned down, kissing me again, but all I could feel was the hot weight of him resting against me. He sat up again and grabbed the condom, tore it open, and then expertly slid it down his shaft. It was stupidly arousing watching him handle himself. A new pulse pounded through me, concentrated on my sex, and I needed something to take the edge off. I squirmed, trying to close my thighs, anything to get a little relief, but his big, rough hands pushed my knees up and out as his eyes looked down at where I needed him most.

  With a little dip of his hips he lined his cock up with my entrance and pushed in slightly, and both our gazes met with a clash. My lips parted, waiting in agony for him to fill me fully, and he looked as though he was about to burst.

  He slid in slowly and completely, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he was fully seated, his eyes drifted closed on a curse.

  “Fuuuuck,” he groaned.

  I was perfectly full. Anything more would have been too much, but he was just big enough to stretch me in the most delicious way.

  “Please,” I said, though my voice sounded raspy and desperate. “Please move.”

  “Jesus, Talia, I need a second.” His head dropped down between his shoulders and he let out a breath. On instinct, I moved my hands up his arms until they cradled his face and then I leaned up and kissed him. The movement spurred him on and as our lips met he thrust into me, adding even more pressure. After a few seconds I collapsed back on the bed, but he followed me down, one of his forearms resting on the mattress beside me. He continued the kiss as he pumped in and out of me slowly.

  It was probably the sloppiest kiss ever, but neither of us cared. My hands moved to his back, pulling him closer, and my legs wound around him, and we kissed.

  His tongue mimicked every thrust of his hips, and I couldn’t concentrate fully on either because my mind was simply overloaded with sensation. Everything he did felt incredible. The way the ridge of the head of his dick hit so many perfect spots inside of me, or how when he pushed all the way in he held himself there and then pushed just a little farther, pulling a gasp from me every single time.

  I rocked my hips up to meet his thrusts, his pelvic bone hitting my clit in the most perfect way. There was nothing in the world that felt as good as Briggs inside of me. Absolutely nothing. He pushed in, then ground his hips upward, and I simply ignited.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned. “I’m going to come again.” Disbelief fluttered in the back of my mind because previously I had never been a multiple orgasm kind of girl. But I’d never been with Briggs before and that was apparently a huge factor.

  “Yes,” he growled, doing exactly the same thing over and over again—thrusting and grinding. His mouth moved down my neck and when his teeth bit into my shoulder, I fell apart.

  I cried out again and my whole body tensed and shuddered with the intense release. My lungs stopped working, my heart may as well have exploded in my chest, and all I could see were lights and Briggs.

  He slowed his pace as I fell back down to reality, but the intensity was still there, clinging to every move he made. His mouth moved down my body and he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and making me gasp. Both his hands moved down my sides and when he got to my hips, his mouth pulled away and he sat back on his ankles.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, firecracker, and it’s not going to be slow or sweet.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  His hands wrapped around my thighs and he pulled my ass up his legs until my sex was fully impaled by his cock, and then he pushed both my legs to the side until they hit the mattress. I instinctively leaned up on one elbow and absolutely could not keep my eyes off Briggs. One hand gripped the meaty part of my thigh right below his navel, and the other landed a quick slap on my ass, then gripped my cheek and pushed it up, giving him what I assumed was a raw and dirty look at where we were joined. His bottom lip was pulled into his mouth by his teeth as he thrust in just once.

  “It’s so good,” he said, not bothering to look at my eyes, but I didn’t care.

  I’d never seen anything hotter than Briggs taking a long and lusty look at his cock sliding in and out of me. It was too much. I couldn’t watch anymore. I collapsed back down on the bed and surrendered my body to him. I was useless, but knew he’d find a way to utilize my body for his pleasure.

  I wasn’t wrong.

  His rhythm started at a slow pace, but after a few minutes he seemed to lose control. His hips moved faster and his grunts punctuated every thrust. I was building, unbelievably, to another orgasm and he growled at me, “Get there, Talia.”

  “I can’t,” I whimpered.

  “Now, baby. Come with me.”

  It was his words that sent me over the edge again. Well, that and the way he filled me so perfectly and how complete I felt as he bottomed out inside of me.

  He groaned a long guttural sound as I gasped, and he continued to thrust slowly until he’d come down from his high. He collapsed on the bed next to me, and I felt the loss of him immediately and deeply as he left me empty and raw. He landed on his back, one arm draped over his head while the other hand rested on his chest, moving up and
down with the labor of his breathing.

  We both settled and our breaths slowed, but it was him who spoke first.

  He raked both hands down his face and rasped, “Jesus.”

  I was fucked.

  In every sense of the word.

  Chapter Ten

  Briggs

  It was dark when I woke, but I could tell the sun was on its way up. The sky was no longer the inky black the night held on to, but the dark blue that said morning was oncoming fast. I knew Talia was lying on the other side of the bed, could hear her breathing, and even though I wanted to roll over and wrap my arms around her, bring her warm body close to mine, I crept slowly from the bed instead, trying not to wake her.

  I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the water warm up, then I stared at myself in the mirror.

  What are you doing?

  It was the only question I could come up with. And the answer was that I had no idea.

  Texting Talia last night was a struggle. The struggle being I’d been fighting the urge all day since she practically ran from me in the driveway. Since Megan insisted on giving me her phone number. There was a large part of me that wanted to know what she was thinking, how she was feeling, to just know. Anything about her I could.

  I only sent the text message because I was relatively sure she wouldn’t show up. But when she did, I couldn’t ignore the part of me that was glad for it. It was that part, the loud part of me that yelled every time she was around, that took her hand and did everything I could to hold on to a part of her for the rest of the night.

  Being with her, seeing her open up and let her walls down, watching her give herself to me, was more than I had anticipated. It made me feel more, need more, and want more. And now, standing in the bathroom as it filled with steam, it was clear I was in over my head.

  I stepped into the shower and let the hot water hit my shoulders and back, taking the stinging heat and letting it force some of the tightness from my muscles.