by TC Matson
Rose creeps over her cheeks.
I drag a finger through her folds and am instantly greeted by her arousal. My girl has a hunger for me. Shifting, I slowly move between her legs and lap from her soaked entrance to her clit, sucking on it gently. Her body snaps as she lets out a beautiful moan.
I press a finger in while continuing to suck on her clit, and instantly her pussy tightens around it. She rocks her hips against my face and hand, arching her back. As much as I’d love to pleasure her for hours, I’m on a time constraint.
I grab my last condom from my wallet and roll it down my dick before nestling between her legs. As I enter her hot pussy, I clench my jaw to prevent my eyes from rolling. She feels so fucking damn good. A long quiet moan escapes her and she pushes her head back into the mattress. I rock into her, dragging out and pushing back in. Whimpers ride out her parted mouth with each jut forward. Her hands roam my back, every once in a while her nails slicing across my skin. Each time she does it, it unravels a feral groan and causes me to shove harder.
I squeeze her breast, rolling her hard nipple between my finger, and it evokes a response from her body that is fucking erotic as hell. She arches into my hand. Her hips meeting my thrusts. The sounds she makes…I could come from them alone.
“Your pussy is pulsing,” I rasp. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
She sinks her teeth into her lip keeping her eyes closed.
I push up to my elbows to get a better look and torture us both with long strokes. My nuts begin to tighten, my pace picking up as I pound into her. Her skin flushes, a glistening of sweat beading her forehead when her body tenses and she begins to tremble as spasms crash into her.
“Ohhhhh,” she cries out, digging her nails so damn deeply in my skin it causes me to snap.
I slam into her watching the sight of her succumb to a beautiful orgasm.
“Yes, baby. Fuck,” I pant. “Oh, fuck yes.”
Flashes of lights flicker behind my eyelids. Bolts of lightning strike through my body. I shatter into my release mercilessly, cursing and stringing along a moan. I come so hard I feel like I’m going to black out.
Falling to my side, we lay motionless while we catch our breaths. Mindlessly, she runs her fingers up my arm as I rub her leg.
Then we’re interrupted by my phone vibrating. Sighing, I snatch it off the nightstand.
“Yeah?” I answer, trying to keep my breathing under control.
“Good morning, Bennett.” Jack, my general contractor for West Plaza booms into the phone. “We have a few problems.”
“That you had to bother me with at the ass crack of dawn? Last I checked you and Stephen were in charge,” I reply staring at her ceiling.
“You mean to tell me I’m out here busting my ass and you’re sipping your coffee?” he teases.
If he only knew what I was enjoying this morning. I get off the bed, push into my boxers and slacks, and then sit back down on the edge. “You called me this early to whine?”
His chuckle is hoarse from the years of smoking. “We’ve been keeping an eye on the weather. We’ve got a hell of a storm coming our way that’s expected to sit on us for a few days. Bad winds and rain. The city wants us to secure everything. Who knows how long it’ll push us off the project.”
“As long as the crew’s safe,” I reply.
I glance over my shoulder to Brooklyn. The covers are pulled over her chest as she’s leaned against her gray headboard watching me. Her hair is tumbling over her shoulder, her face glowing from being freshly fucked.
“Keep me informed if there is any delay,” I say.
“Will do,” he replies and then hangs up.
I toss the phone beside me, grasp her arm, and yank her into my lap. She lets out a quick yelp. Cradling her, I smile. “You’re beautiful.”
She giggles rolling her eyes. “I’m sure I look like shit.”
Kissing her on the forehead, I pull back to look her in the eyes. “I can bet there isn’t a day you could look like shit.”
“I—”
She’s interrupted by my phone. I groan, but don’t release her as I grab the call.
“Yeah?”
Her hair is spilling off my lap. She peers up to me with warm reverence and my heart tumbles in my chest.
“Good morning, Mr. Bennett,” Patricia sings into the phone. “Mr. Bryant just called and said he’s running early and would love to move the meeting up thirty minutes.”
I check my watch. I’ll be cutting it close. “Yeah,” I say lost in Brooklyn’s stare.
“Also, Mr. Belinski called again and asked to set up a meeting. He’ll be close to town next week. The only day you have open is Tuesday at three, unless you want to move your finance meeting on Monday to a later time in the afternoon.”
“Did he say what it’s concerning?”
Patricia has the soft giggle of a loving grandmother and I adore it when she does. “Do you think he told me anything? I don’t believe he likes to deal with me.”
“That’s because you’re a hardass, Patricia. My personal bodyguard,” I jest and she laughs. “I’ll call him when I get to the office.”
“One more thing. Cody said for you to call him.”
My brows pinch. “And he couldn’t call me?”
“The elevators, Nathan. You know how Cody strikes up conversations.”
“I’ll be in soon.”
After I hang up, I drop my view to the woman in my lap and frown. “I’ve got to go.”
She nods. “Busy man…” She moves off my legs, continuing to hold the sheet over her.
Shrugging back into my shirt and sliding into my shoes, I grab my jacket and tie, draping them over my arm. “I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay.” I kiss her again, wishing to fuck I had a toothbrush so I could devour her mouth one more time. “Have a good morning.”
I wink and leave.
* * *
I went home, showered, and changed before coming into the office and diving head first into the meeting with Mr. Bryant and his unstimulating sales pitch for becoming our sole electrical distributor. I don’t hear half the shit he says because my mind is still in the bed with Brooklyn. Her whimpers echo my thoughts, the way her eyes drown in an intimacy that threatens to capsize me.
After the meeting, all I can think about is how I want to spoil her as much as possible.
Me: Have you ever been to Florida?
Brooklyn: No. Why?
Me: Just wondering. Call me when you take lunch.
Brooklyn: Okay.
I call Patricia and ask her to step into my office. When she does, her smile lights up the room. Her grandchildren have the best grandmother…
“I need you to do me a favor. I need my schedule cleared out in three weeks. I’d like to leave town on Friday and come back late Monday. I’ll need the Crystal Blue’s penthouse during that time.”
She beams. “Will you be taking any guests?” she asks prying for information…innocently.
“One.” My response lights her up and I can’t fight my smile. “It’s a surprise,” I add.
“Is your guest able to get off work?”
Fuck… “I didn’t think about that.”
Her lips purse. “Not everyone is as lucky as you, sir. You’ll need to make sure she…your guest, is able to get off work. Maybe suggest a small get-together. She’ll…” she shakes her head. “Your guest can ask off and hopefully be able to join you.”
“Good idea, Patricia.”
Proudly, she tilts her head. “Thank you. I’ll get on it.”
Me: See if you can get off three weekends from now. I’ve been invited to a small get-together and I’d like for you to join me.
Brooklyn: Saturday?
Me: It’s Friday, but I’d like to have you all to myself until Monday.
Brooklyn: I’ll try and let you know.
TWENTY-FOUR
The past three days have been brutal without seeing Brooklyn. I’ve talked to her
daily and nightly and texted her way too many times like a lovesick boy. Between my late evenings and her girls’ night, I’m going insane to see her. I called her on her lunch break and invited her over for dinner, but because tonight is one of her late nights, she’s not able to make it. However, she did say she’d come by after for a few hours.
I’m expecting her any moment and I brimming with excitement. This feeling is so damn good and welcomed. It’s something new to me. I’m falling head over heels, and I’m certain she’s right there with me.
“Hey,” she says standing at the door in her scrubs when I pull it open.
Relief at seeing her causes a grin to slice across my face. “Hey,” I reply, playing it cool.
Clutching her hand, I lead her into the living room. “Want something to drink?”
I love feeling nervous because of her. It only proves how she knocks me off balance, how invested my heart has become.
The look in her eyes only confirms we’re on the same page—with everything. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, hugging her before giving her a kiss.
“How was your day?” I ask.
“Good. Long. Busy.”
I chuckle into her hair. “Then wine it is.”
She follows behind me as I head to the kitchen, pour her a glass, and hand it to her. She takes a sip and then smiles over the rim of her glass. “Your place is really pretty.”
“Yeah? I like yours better. It has more of a homey feeling.”
“It’s way too small for you. You’re used to all this room. I’d hate to clean it,” she replies.
Ruefully, I tighten my lips. “Living alone and not being home a lot causes the least mess. And then there’s my cleaning lady who comes in once a week.”
She drops her head back and laughs. “Of course.”
I shrug unapologetically.
“How often does your sister come into town?”
“Once, twice a year maybe?” I say.
“Are you close to your parents?”
“My mother? Yes. My father and I, let’s just say twenty minutes is about all we can stand of one another. After he left my mother, he took Claire and left me. I didn’t talk to him much. He claims my mother needed a man to take care of her. Claire was daddy’s little girl.”
“Do you have any other siblings?”
I shake my head. I can’t stand the kid my stepfather came with and I’ll be damned if I claim him as family. “No. Just me and Claire.”
“I’m an only child. My parents divorced when I was little, and I was tossed between two households until my dad hit really hard times. He asked my mother to take me in while he battled depression.”
“He okay now?”
“He’s in a better place with it. I can’t say it’s gone, but he manages it.”
I step to her, running my hands down her arms. “I’ve missed you.”
The light in her eyes flickers.
Wasting no more time, I pluck her drink from her hand, set it down on the counter, and capture her mouth. I plunge my tongue in, meeting hers as they dance erotically. She slides her hands under my t-shirt and spreads them over both sides of my ribcage.
She’s panting when I pull away, and I take her by the hand to lead us into my bedroom.
“Wow,” she says taking in my room. Her simplicity is cute.
Intensely, with a gaze full of lust, I watch her, slowly turning as she looks over everything—from the windows to my dark gray bare walls and then to my king-sized bed.
“Your room is beautiful, but it’s dark.”
I arch a brow. “You’ll light it up soon enough.”
Her breath catches in her throat. The arousal surrounding us is thick, practically crackling off our bodies. Finding the hem of her shirt, I pull it over her head and then remove her bra, allowing a perfect set of tits to release. Her nipples are hard, and I can only imagine how badly they ache for my touch. Tucking my thumbs under her waist band, I shove her pants and panties down her legs, squatting in front of her.
With a heavy tongue, I lap her clit, sucking it into my mouth. She moans toward the ceiling. I take a moment, feasting on her, driving her insane before I rise to my full height.
“You’re not leaving tonight,” I whisper huskily against her ear.
“But…I have to…work…tomorrow,” she pants as I suck against her neck.
“I’ll get you up when I get up. Stay with me, Brooklyn.”
Sinking her fingers into my hair, she yanks me into her mouth. Her appetite for me is so fucking hot. I help her take my shirt off and step out of my pants. Immediately, she fists my hard cock and begins to stroke. Her body reacts as I pinch and tug on her perky little nipples, watching her work me.
It feels great, but I’m not about to bust my load in her hand.
“I’m fucking you first and taking it slow later,” I warn and watch her eyes glaze with excitement.
Taking her by the shoulders I twist her, pushing her on the bed. I caress her ass, massaging and squeezing while I slip a finger into her. I love how wet she is for me.
Grabbing a condom from the night stand, I roll it on and drag the tip of my thick dick over her entrance before ever so slowly sinking in. I hiss as she lets out a moan. Languidly, I drag out and push in. She clutches the comforter, her back deeply arched, her ass perfect.
“Fuck…” I draw out watching her pussy swallow my dick.
I slide my hands over the smooth skin of her back, grip her sides, and begin pumping. Her pants and moans soon fill the room, adding to the delirium I’m already feeling. She rocks back, gyrating her hips, pulling forward and doing it again.
“Fuck me, baby,” I tell her and watch as she listens.
There’s not a better sight than seeing Brooklyn on all fours looking over her shoulder and greedily working her ass to ride me. Slipping around her, I begin massaging her clit and immediately, it throws her off kilter. Her body snaps and jerks instead of smooth drags as she breaks eye contact to drop her head into the mattress.
Everything begins to tighten around me and soon she’s gasping and mewling as she comes. The sight is tantalizing, and I drive long strokes into her just as my own climax claims me.
Our breaths are ragged.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I say running my hand up her spine to the base of her neck.
She blows a giggle. “At least you’ll be happy.”
I chuckle as I pull out of her and go to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I come back, the sight freezes me. My shirt drapes to her thighs, the sleeves longer than her arms, and it’s buttoned minus the top two. Her cheeks are still flush with the freshly fucked glow as she flashes an impish smile with a shrug of her shoulder.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she says.
“Not one fucking bit,” I reply. “You’re pretty sexy in that.”
“So are you.” She looks down and then back to me. “I’m stealing this. It smells of you.”
I plant a kiss to the top of her head. “You can have whatever you’d like.”
She crawls across my bed and pulls the blankets down, snuggling under them. She looks perfect in my bed, made for it, made for me…
Sliding up beside her, I tug her against me. She rests her head on my chest and I can’t help the rush of emotions I’m feeling.
“I like you here,” I tell her.
She shifts to look up to me. “I like being here with you.”
I give her a squeeze.
“Aimee wants to have a girls’ night this weekend. Do you mind if I go?”
My brows pinch together. “You’re a grown ass woman, Brooklyn. You don’t have to ask for my permission for anything.”
“I just…I don’t want to upset you,” she says softly.
I slide down and prop up on my elbow facing her. I brush her cheek with the back of my knuckles. I want to tell her how I’m falling for her, how she owns my heart already, but I’m a chicken shit. “Go and have fun. She needs you. Besides, I’
ll be out of town anyway.” I frown. “I won’t be back until Tuesday.”
Sadness passes over her eyes before she blinks it away. “Well, that sucks.”
“Yeah, but when I get back, I want you back in my arms.”
The smile she bestows on me… Instead of telling her how I’m feeling, I plan to show her. Slowly.
TWENTY-FIVE
The last time I went to a club was four years ago on my twenty-first birthday with Aimee and Shyla. And here I am again with them. Aimee declared a girls’ night out since she was single and begged us to come to make sure her past-whore didn’t come shooting out like a cramped genie. I feel wildly like the odd man out since I’d rather be with Nathan.
I’m crazy about him—on a euphoric high that I can feel in my soul. My heart hasn’t smiled this much in years. Falling in love with Nathan was abrupt and easy, although utterly petrifying. The exhilaration is overwhelming, and I’m so emotionally invested that if something were to go wrong, it would devastate me. That’s freaking scary.
While I get ready, I decide to call him since I feel guilty for going out with the girls.
“Hey,” I say sweetly when he answers.
“Aren’t you supposed to be out with Aimee and Shyla?”
“I’m almost done getting ready. They’re in the living room. Confession: I feel weird going out without you and not being able to see you until Tuesday. I wish you could come.”
Nathan chuckles. “A guy would cramp the girls’ night thing. Go have fun and text me when you get home. I’ll call you when I land in Colorado.”
“You sure? What if I wake you up?”
“What if you do? At least I’ll know you’re home safe.”
I sigh. “Okay.”
“Now, you’re going to be pissed,” he says. “At me,” he clarifies with humor in his voice. “You’re going to deal with it and enjoy it.”
“What did you do?”
“In about three minutes a limo will be at your house. It will take you to grab something to eat, then take you to Sultra’s and back home when you all are ready.”