by London Hale
“You taste like me,” she whispered before groaning and diving in for another kiss. And fuck me, that might have been the hottest thing a woman had ever said to me. I couldn’t hold back another moment.
I had my pants open in a matter of seconds, my cock in hand right after. Before I even broke the kiss, I was sliding inside the heaven of Gen’s pussy. So hot, so wet, so fucking soft. And so bare.
“Tell me you’re on birth control,” I said, pulling her down, dropping my head to her shoulder as I drove in deep. I didn’t want to fuck up her future, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull myself away. I needed to know before we did something that couldn’t be taken back.
Gen nodded, gasping as I thrust harder. “Yeah. The pill.”
“Thank fuck for that.” I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth as I thrust upward over and over again. This was what I’d been dying for. Beyond her taste, beyond knowing how my fingers felt wrapped up inside her, this was the ultimate goal. My cock deep in her pussy, her body wrapped around mine. Both of us hot and sweaty and breathing way too hard as we satisfied the cravings within us. As we fucked the need and desire right out of each other.
Needing more leverage, I tossed her back and followed her down, bringing her knees to my chest to keep her legs open even as her pussy tightened around me. Fuck, so good. So tight. There was no way I was going to last. One hand between us so I could thrum her clit with my thumb, the other holding one of her wrists above her head, I fucked her like a man possessed. Like a man who’d finally gotten everything he’d ever wanted in one sexy little package. Like she deserved to be fucked.
And when she came, when she screamed my name and arched her back to press her hips into mine, I followed. Knowing this was it. She was it. I’d give up everything for her, for more moments like this one. There would be no walking away this time.
This was everything.
When was the last time I’d been this sated? When I’d been able to feel the bliss washing over me, from my head to my toes and settling into every crevice in between? When I’d gotten fucked within an inch of my life?
Never, that was when.
Even my prized vibrator, to whom I’d sworn my eternal love and devotion, didn’t hold a candle to Brandon and his magnificent cock or his glorious tongue.
And, sweet Jesus, that tongue.
I groaned, threading my fingers through his hair as he went down on me. Again. It was almost dawn, and I was exhausted from the workout he’d put me through in the past ten hours. I was deliciously sore in all the right places, but I didn’t want him to stop. Even after too many orgasms to count, I wanted more. I wanted whatever he’d give me. So when he woke me up with his tongue stroking my clit? I spread my legs wider and graciously took what he offered.
“God, you’re good at that,” I said, panting. “How do you already know—ohh.”
He gave another swirl of his tongue around my clit, then pulled back as he slowed his pumping fingers. “I’ve been jacking my cock to thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to you for weeks now. It’s about time I got to put them to use on this pussy.”
Fuck. This man and his filthy mouth. I’d never been one for dirty talk before. Probably because the guys I’d been with had thought a running porn script would turn me on. But, Brandon? The way he almost couldn’t control what he was saying? Like if he’d been in the right frame of mind, he never would’ve let those thoughts tumble from his lips? It was divine. It was like he was voicing every dirty thought he’d ever had about me, and that made me feel…wanted. It made me feel like this wasn’t just a single fuck—or a single night of fucking, anyway—for him.
He sped up his movements, his tongue working me with no end in sight, and I was a goner. “Oh shit, I’m gonna—”
“C’mon, baby. Give it to me. I want to feel it.”
As I moaned my head off, he stroked me through my orgasm, lazily swiping his tongue all over my pussy, making my hips jump off the bed when he grazed my clit. When the last pulse washed over me, I used all the strength I could muster and clutched his hair in my fingers, pulling him up the length of my body until his face was level with mine.
“This is a little early for a wake-up call, don’t you think?” I asked as he settled his weight on me, his hard cock sliding against my pussy.
“It’s never too early for my favorite meal.”
He cut off my sleep-roughened laugh with his mouth, his tongue snaking between my lips to tangle with mine. Groaning, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, loving how the muscles bunched and flexed under my roaming hands. My nipples brushed against soft hair dusting his chest, tightening even further. Even the way this man kissed me shot every past experience I’d ever had out of the water. He didn’t just focus on my mouth—oh no. He nipped at my chin, licked along the shell of my ear, sank his teeth into the curve where my shoulder met my neck. I never knew where he was going next, so all I could do was lie there and breathe. Okay, pant. I was panting, but I couldn’t help it. Brandon had me halfway to another orgasm just from his kisses.
Knowing if I didn’t take control right then, he’d take those kisses and trail them down my body until he was tongue-deep in my pussy again, I pushed against his shoulders and rolled us over. Sitting astride his hips, I slid along the hard length of him, making sure the head of his cock bumped my clit with every pass. I could’ve sat there all day, rubbing myself against him and getting off again and again, but I had work to do.
With a kiss to his jaw, I started my trek down his body, stopping at my newly discovered favorite locations. The bite of my teeth on his broad shoulder, a brush of my lips along his collarbone, the flick of my tongue against a pebbled nipple. Honestly, my fantasizing hadn’t done him justice. He was perfection with his model good looks and his chiseled body. This man should’ve been carved in stone and had a statue erected in the center of town with a plaque that read, God of Cunnilingus and Orgasms.
He groaned and lifted his hips, thrusting his cock against me as he did. “Where are you going?”
Resting my chin on his sternum, I rotated my hips and grinned. “To return the favor.”
Rather than let me go along my merry little way, he stilled me with unyielding hands at my hips, settling me firmly over his cock. “Not now. I want to watch you. I want to see your face when you come,” he said as he thrust up with his hips.
How he managed to regain control even in a submissive position was beyond me, but there was no denying he held every ounce as my head fell forward on a groan. Lifting my head from his chest, I leaned over him so our lips just brushed. “I think you’re the only guy on earth who doesn’t like to have his dick sucked.”
He nipped my lip, sucking my bottom one into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. “I never said I didn’t like it, but I want to watch you. I haven’t been able to watch in so long.” Holding me in place with a firm hand on my hip, he guided me to take him inside my body, both of us groaning as I sank down until he filled me completely.
I breathed out a sigh as my eyes fluttered closed, loving the exquisite ache he created in me every time he was inside. While I hadn’t exactly banged my way across the island, I was far from a virgin, but it’d never been like this for me before. It was like my body had been asleep before Brandon came along, and then he lit me up like a firecracker.
Again and again, I rolled my hips, taking him deep and letting him retreat, until the languid pace wasn’t enough for me anymore. Pushing back, I sat up, both of us groaning at how deep he went. With a swivel of my hips, I looked down to find him staring up at me, almost…reverently. His eyes were full of heat and lust, yes, but there was something else there, too. Something I was both scared and exhilarated at the prospect of.
“Is it always like this for you?” I whispered. Not wanting to know. Desperate to know.
“Never. It’s never been…” He closed his eyes, a sharp shake of his head before he looked up at me again. “You’re the only one, Genesis. The only person who’s ever g
otten this close. You’ve become my greatest need.”
Holy shit. Who was this man? It was like he’d been sent here to fulfill every single one of my needs—and some I didn’t even realize I had.
And he’d somehow made me speechless, so instead of responding with words, I let my body speak for me as I rocked against him. As I kissed him and caressed him and took him as deep inside me as he could get.
Eventually, we got lost in our bodies, the ache taking over once the soft swivel of my hips wasn’t enough to get us there. With hands framed wide on my hips, one thumb pressing against my clit, Brandon held me above him and thrust into me from below. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with our harsh breaths were the only noises in the otherwise quiet house.
After the slow buildup, I didn’t stand a chance. Not when he was working my body so well. Not when he was looking up at me like I was everything he’d ever wanted. My orgasm swept over me, the rolling waves crashing through my body. And even though I was nearly lost to the feelings he’d evoked inside me, I wasn’t so far gone as to miss the way he thrust deep as he pulled me down onto him, repeating my name over and over like a prayer as he spilled inside me.
The boneless form of my body collapsed against his chest, our rapid breaths matching one another. Brandon’s soft puffs of air settled against the top of my head, and though I knew it wasn’t possible with real life creeping in, I wanted nothing more than to stay here. Lie in bed all day and do nothing but talk and laugh and map each other’s bodies with our tongues.
“Any time you want to wake me up with your tongue on my clit, I’m totally fine with that, FYI,” I mumbled into his chest.
Brandon chuckled and trailed his fingers in a soft caress down my back. “You’ll have to get used to early mornings, then. I’m already late for work.”
I turned my head to glance at the clock on his nightstand, seeing the glowing numbers proclaiming it was o’dark thirty. “It’s not even six in the morning. How can you be late already?”
“I’ve got clients in time zones where they’re eating lunch by now. Someone needs to be there to make sure they’re taken care of.”
This man, always taking care of everyone else. Evie, for the past eighteen years. Me, since I’d temporarily moved in. All his clients he worked with eighty hours a week. But it wasn’t everyone else I was worried about. It was him. If he wasn’t careful, he’d work himself into an early grave. Or a late grave with nothing to show for his life but loneliness. I didn’t want that for him.
I didn’t want that for us. If there even was an us…
“Who takes care of you, Brandon?”
He hummed, the sound vibrating against my cheek as it rested against his chest. His kiss was soft but lasting, the feel of it tingling long after he pulled away. “Just me. Why? Are you offering?”
I tipped my head back to look into his eyes, trying to get a read on his sincerity. The tone of his voice, the softness of his eyes, the light caresses of his fingers…everything told me he was honestly asking me the question. And I felt like everything we had hung in the balance based on my answer.
The thing was, I did want to be the one who took care of him. What we had between us was fast and it was unconventional, but I couldn’t deny the chemistry we had in spades. And the thing I loved the most was that it wasn’t just sexual chemistry between us. We could talk for hours—had talked for hours—about everything and nothing, and not get bored.
But even knowing all that, there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind…
“What about Evie?”
Every one of his muscles tightened up under me, the soft brushes of his fingers freezing along my back for a split second. Then it was like it hadn’t happened.
“Evie has Nate,” he said as he rolled us to our sides so we were facing each other. He pressed a too-brief kiss to my lips. “I put my life on hold for her. I gave up on the possibility of finding someone just for me to make sure she was happy and had everything she could want, but that part of my life is over now. She’s my daughter, and she’ll always have a place here. But it’s my turn to live. My turn to get what I want.”
“This is going to come as a shock to her. I’ve never—I mean, I haven’t mentioned…” I took a deep breath and exhaled, needing to just say it, even if it made me sound like a starry-eyed teenager with a short-term crush. Despite knowing I wasn’t, that what I was feeling for him went beyond a mere crush—went beyond anything I’d felt before—I was still nervous to tell him. “This”—I gestured between us—“is sorta new for me. Before her graduation party, I’d never…”
“Never mentioned you thought I was a DILF?”
“Oh my God!” I buried my face into his shoulder, certain I was at least the shade of an apple. “You heard that?”
“No.” He pulled back enough so he could get a hand between us, and with a firm finger under my chin, forced me to look up at him. Even in the dimness of the bedroom, I could see the laugh lines crinkling around his eyes from how hard he was smiling. “Do you really think I’m a DILF?”
“Um, hello? Have you looked in a mirror lately?” I asked, gesturing to his fuckhot body sprawled out next to me, the V of his hips peeking out from above the sheet and pointing to my new favorite toy.
Taking advantage of my attention being otherwise occupied, he pounced, rolling us until he was over me, his hips settled between my parted thighs. “I’d rather look at you. Naked. Every single day.”
Even though it’d been fun and laughs just moments ago, there was that sincerity back in his voice again, and I’d have to have been blind to miss the emotion in his eyes. “Every day?”
With a single, decisive nod, he said, “I told you. It’s my turn to get what I want, and I want you. Here. With me.”
I lifted my head so our lips brushed together with every word. “I want to be here with you, too.”
He stared at me for a moment as we shared breath, and then with a groan, he kissed me. The once-again hard length of him slid along my pussy, teasing my clit enough to get me panting, and then with a gentle push of his hips, he was buried inside me.
“Again?” I breathed, fingernails scraping down his back as I wrapped my legs around him to take him deeper.
“Want more.” He pressed his face into my neck, his lips covering every square inch as he kissed and licked and sucked. “Want so much more.”
All I could do was arch into him, taking whatever he was giving, because I wanted every bit of the more he was offering.
I had never hated my job more than I did the moment Clark walked into my office the following Thursday night. What was supposed to be date night for Genesis and me.
This wouldn’t be good.
“Brandon, my boy. How are things?”
I stood, fighting the urge to scowl at the man. I’d been planning to leave, having not been home to have dinner with my girl in days. I’d promised her I wouldn’t be late tonight. I had even made a reservation at the best restaurant on the island so we could spend some serious time together without being naked. We’d be run through the gossip mills by morning, but I didn’t care. I wanted to show her off, to take her someplace nice, to spoil her a little.
I had a feeling I was about to break my promise.
“Things are well, Clark.” I shook his hand, darting a glance over his shoulder as my assistant snuck toward the front door. I couldn’t blame her. “What can I do for you so late?”
“Late? Since when is seven late? I thought you were a full-timer.”
I choked back my automatic—and highly unprofessional—response and tried to smile at his boisterous laugh, but I couldn’t. The only thing on my mind, the only thought in my head, was Genesis sitting at home waiting for me. Probably all dressed up. Excited, even. I was an asshole.
“Yes, well.” I took a deep breath, refocusing. “It’s been a long week.” Too long, in fact. I’d spent too much time away from home. Something I’d rarely thought about while it was happening. Su
re, there had been times when I’d missed events for Evie over the years, but I’d been busy trying to make sure she had everything she could want. Everything she could need. The best life I could give her.
But with Genesis, things were different. I hated my long hours, hated knowing she was alone and probably lonely without me. Evie craved her solitude—she loved the quiet house, needed time alone to recharge herself. Genesis—well, she wasn’t Evie. She sought out people to interact with, and her vibrant personality drew them to her. She was like the first bit of sun after a cold winter, warming everyone, making people smile along with her. And I had been soaking her in this past week. Instead of jumping up in the morning to get to work, wanting to close every deal as quickly as I could, I lingered in bed with her. I lost my concentration during the day and found myself daydreaming about her. I spent hours wanting to be around Genesis instead of my team, needing to feel her touch. Her warmth. And she needed my attention as well.
After almost twenty years of my nose to the grindstone for Clark, it was time for me to focus on things outside of Wilkinson Properties.
“I hope whatever you need can be dealt with tomorrow. I was just about to head home for a late dinner.”
Clark wasn’t as good at hiding his scowl as I was. “I assumed you’d be working on the McIntyre deal.”
“I have been. We’re a hairbreadth from closing. Just need the final results from the water test and a few signatures. I’ll have it finished next week.”
“Don’t slack on me now, Brandon. We’ve still got a lot of deals to work through. Deals that will bring us all a lot of money.”
Money. Always the fucking money. “Yes, of course.”
“Good.” He grinned in a way that seemed utterly predatory. “So I’ll see those finalized McIntyre papers on my desk Monday morning, then?”