I grit my teeth as wetness glistens on her fingers. I take her hand, bring it to my mouth and suck her fingers clean. She gasps as my tongue laps at her skin, as I try and memorize the very taste of her. When I release her, I say in a low guttural voice, “Again.”
She moans as her fingers once again slide between her legs.
I reach up, pull the band from her hair, and watch as it cascades wild around her flushed face.
Her head falls back as her fingers dance along her swollen pussy. Just as she starts to get lost, I grip her wrist and bring her to my lips where I suck and lick, and bite.
“Brandon.” My name is a groan of pleasure.
“Again.”
Over and over until she’s mindless and needy, squirming on my lap, working herself closer and closer to orgasm.
“Again.” I’m strung tight, my body demanding I take what’s mine, but I’m not going to do that. I’m going to stick to my plan. Even if it kills me. At least this way I don’t have to resist touching her. Tasting her.
She’s making greedy little noises in the back of her throat, and it pushes me over the edge. Once more, I suck her fingers clean, then put her hand on her thigh and shove my fingers between her legs.
Christ. She’s so wet she’s practically dripping, and I glide across her skin with no effort at all. I rub her clit and she bucks into my hand, crying out.
“Ride my fingers. I want to watch you come.” I grip her hip, and sink two fingers into her willing cunt. “Show me how much you want it.”
At my words and the sweep of my thumb, she falls back, puts her hands on my knees and rocks her hips in wanton abandon. Almost immediately she starts coming, all over my hand, messy and dirty and erotic as her muscles clamp down on me. I work every last contraction from her body, relentlessly, until she flings herself forward and collapses on top of me in a heap, breathing hard and fast.
I tug her hair, forcing her to look at me. I brush my mouth over hers and stroke over her sensitive flesh, featherlight. “Good girl.”
She moans.
I smile. “Soon I’m going to fuck you with my mouth and tongue.”
“Oh god.”
She pulses against me.
I laugh. “Don’t we have work to do?”
“I don’t think I can move.”
“I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“I know, that’s what scares me.” She brushes her lips against my jaw. “Even while it thrills me.”
I brush her hair off her cheek. “Veronica.”
“Yes?”
“You need to move, because I’m about three seconds away from fucking you into the next century.”
“Is that so bad?” She nuzzles my neck like a kitten.
“Take pity on me, I’ve broken every rule I have for you, at least let me keep this one plan.”
She sighs, and burrows in deeper. “Oh, all right. But it’s against my better judgment.”
I grip her hair, fisting it in my hand and jerking her head up. I nip her earlobe. “You have no idea the slut I’m going to make you.”
Her cunt grasps at my fingers still inside her. I mummer, “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“I’m going to make you crave the most depraved things.”
“Oh.”
“You’re going to beg me for them.”
“Brandon?” My name is a needy little whisper.
“What?”
She licks at my pulse pounding in my neck. “I’m not above begging for you.”
Jesus Christ. I am so fucked over this girl.
16
Veronica
“Veronica!” Brandon’s standing in the middle of my new apartment living room holding a lamp looking grumpy, exasperated, and…well, kind of adorable. Although I’m pretty sure the image doesn’t fit with his bad-guy persona and he wouldn’t take it as a compliment.
I raise a brow. “Yes?”
“You need to get rid of half this stuff if you’re going to live in this matchbook of a place.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Oh my god, stop, it will all fit.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “Where do you want this horror?”
I reach over and grab the lamp from him. “Hey! It’s new.”
He shakes his head. “Why?”
“I bought it at a thrift store with my own money. Be nice.”
He stares at it like it’s something foul. “You spent money on that?”
“Don’t insult it.” I hug it close, it’s precious to me.
He points at it. “It’s a fucking dolphin.”
I smile. “I know. Isn’t it cute?” It’s hideous. I know that. I impulse bought it the other day because it seemed like the antithesis of my former life. I love it. When I’m ninety I will cherish it as a symbol of my freedom.
“It offends me just looking at it.”
I laugh and pat him on the cheek. “Poor baby.”
“Brat.”
“You love it.” It’s been like this between us all day. Despite him giving me the best orgasm of my entire life on the couch back at my parents’ condo, the tension between us is riding high and we’ve managed that tension by bickering. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had.
To think, last night I’d gone home sure everything was hopeless.
I’ve always had to be so refined, so perfect, so well bred, I love this feeling of letting loose on him. Teasing. I’ve discovered there’s nothing else I’d rather do than banter and fight with Brandon Townsend III.
We haven’t touched much since the first time, both us sensing if we didn’t stop we’d probably still be on that couch, all these hours later.
He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to put that…that…thing in the living room.”
“Nope.” I take off down the small hallway. “The bedroom.”
“You will not.”
“Will too,” I call back over my shoulder.
“Veronica Westwood. I will not go down on you looking at that atrocity.”
At the doorway I spin around and fix my attention on him before giving him my most charming smile. I shrug. “If you’re going down on me, you won’t be looking at it, so your problems are solved.”
Then I slip into the bedroom, chuckling.
I’m bending over to plug it into a socket when he tackles me from behind, flings me onto the bare mattress and pins me down.
I scream and laugh as he covers me with his big body.
I suck in my breath at the impact.
“What am I going to do with you?” His tone is amused, his face relaxed in a softness I haven’t seen on him before.
My thighs fall open, and as his hips settle between my legs, his eyes go dark. I lick my lips. “What are your ideas? Maybe I can help you choose.”
His mouth quirks. “Are you this sassy with everyone?”
“No, only you.” I arch, rocking myself against him, loving how he inhales sharply. Loving how he’s already hard.
“I’m honored.” His grip tightens.
“You should be.” I can’t help it; I grasp his hips with my thighs and circle because it just feels so damn good. “You’re the only one that’s ever seen the real me.”
He rocks back, his expression turning dangerous. “We need to get up.”
“I know.” I arch, moaning when he hits the right spot. “God, right there.”
He growls and slams his hips against me. “I want to fuck you.”
“Yes.” All the playfulness is gone.
“I won’t, but I want to.”
“Please.” I roll my hips into his.
“No.” He kisses me. His lips a savage press against mine. Everything between us turns immediately hot and desperate. Our mouths cling, clashing together. Almost fighting as we strain to get closer and closer and closer. His tongue moves against mine, matching the frantic movements of our bodies.
He lets go of my wrists and h
is fingers wrap around my throat. When he squeezes something lurking and dark jolts awake from deep inside me. I arch my neck, baring myself to him. I slip my hands around his waist, snaking under his T-shirt.
He rips away from my mouth and says against my lips, “You like this, don’t you?” His fingers tighten, momentarily constricting my airflow.
My nails dig into his back. I nod.
“You’re at my mercy.” He bites my lower lip. “Helpless.”
I cry out as an intense need takes hold of me. “Yes.”
He whispers in my ear, “I need to take you. I want to fucking own you.”
“Yes, that’s all I want.” I claw at his back. “Please, fuck me.”
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
His fingers tighten again, cutting off my air supply. “Because I plan on ruining you for all other men.” He releases, lets me drag in a few breaths, and then squeezes again. “Once we take that step, I’ll make sure you’ll never fuck another man without thinking about me.”
My lungs burn and he lets me breathe again. I suck in air. This should terrify me, but I can’t explain it, it’s making me dizzy with the darkest, deepest desire I’ve ever known and I don’t want it to end.
He scrapes his teeth against my jaw. “You’re going to have bruises on your neck. Every time you see them in the mirror it’s going to remind you of my possession.”
I bow my neck, asking for more. Needing more.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“If you need to stop, pound your foot on the bed three times.”
I nod.
His fingers stroke over my neck. A tease. “Pull your tank top and bra under your breasts.”
I don’t even hesitate; I just yank my top down and lift my breasts over my bra.
His grip doesn’t constrict. Doesn’t press, he merely hints at it as he takes one nipple in his mouth.
He sucks, and it creates the most exquisite sensation I feel everywhere. His leg slips between mine, pressing firm where I need him most. Again and again. Then he squeezes, blocking my air, pulling the hard bud with his teeth.
It’s the most intoxicating sensation. His fingers on my throat. His lips on my skin. The hard tug of his teeth. It rushes hot and demanding through my entire body, sending explosions of tingles everywhere, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
The world takes on a hazy rhythm and I slowly grind away against his hard thigh in time with his mouth and hand. It’s so good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.
I want it to go on forever.
I grip his forearm, not to push him away but to feel the flex of his muscles as he controls me. If this is domination, I’ll never be able to be without it for as long as I live.
He squeezes, sucking particularly hard on my breast.
I cry out. Dig my nails into his skin.
Then without warning, an intense orgasm rolls through me, stealing whatever breath I have left.
My entire body pulses and shakes as I ride his thigh. It goes on and on in endless waves. He lets go of my throat and I make the most inhuman sounds as the climax storms through me.
Panting for breath, I finally collapse onto the bed, practically sedated with bone-deep satisfaction.
He strokes over my skin, releasing my nipple as he props his head onto his palm and trails his fingers softly over my breasts.
My lids are heavy but I manage to blink up at him.
He smiles. “Feel better?”
I nod.
“Good.”
We stay like that, catching our breaths, his hands tracing lazy paths over my skin.
Our eyes meet. He cups my jaw. “Veronica.”
“Yes, Brandon.” My voice is hoarse, scratchy.
He trails his thumb over my lip, still swollen from his kiss. “Don’t ever let anyone else constrict your breathing like that, okay?”
“I don’t want anyone else.” I don’t care what he thinks. He’s already ruined me.
“I know.” He kisses me, long and deep. “I need to say it. It’s not safe if you don’t know what you’re doing. So promise me, for my own peace of mind.”
“I promise.” I lick my lips. “I’ve never come like that before.”
He nods. “It won’t be the last time.”
He rolls off me and sits up, dragging his hands through his hair before putting his elbows on his knees. He shakes his head a little and his back expands under his T-shirt as he sucks in a long breath before exhaling.
I realize he’s fighting for control.
I’ve had two orgasms today. He’s had none.
That’s wrong. He’s clearly not going to break down and take me, but there’s something I can do for him. Something I want to do for him.
I sit up, stand, then turn to face him.
He gazes at me; his attention snagging on my naked breasts. A muscle in his jaw jumps. “Just give me a minute.”
“I don’t think so.” I sink to my knees.
His expression darkens. “Veronica.”
I put my hands on his thighs and move up. “I want to suck your cock.”
When he speaks his voice is strained. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why’s that?”
He tangles his hand in my hair. “Because with the way I feel right now, I can’t be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.” I move to his zipper. “I want you.”
He shakes his head. “You’re used to blowjobs, which is different than what I need right now.”
I pull open the button and unzip. Despite his protests, he doesn’t stop me. I lick my lips and he groans. “What do you need?”
His fingers tighten, and the sting of pain prickles along my nape. “I need to fuck your throat. I need to use you.”
I don’t understand the difference, but I’m not about to deny him anything. Right now, anything he wants, anything he needs, I’ll give him. I run my palm over his erection. “Do it.”
“Veronica.”
I peer up at him. “Please?”
He growls, tightens his hand in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss that steals my breath all over again. Then he stands up, and I think he’s going to reject me, but he pulls his heavy cock out of his jeans and twists my hair until I’m raised and kneeling.
He’s long and thick and just gorgeous. I’ve never thought much about blowjobs before, I’ve done them because that’s what good girlfriends do, but I never wanted a dick in my mouth the way I want Brandon’s sliding over my tongue.
“Are you sure?” He fists his shaft and gives it a hard, firm stroke before rubbing it along the seam of my lips.
I meet his gaze and give him the truth. “I want to give you everything.”
His jaw tightens. “And I’ll take everything. Demand it.”
“That’s what I want.”
“I hope you won’t be sorry.”
“Never.”
He groans, and once again, strokes the head over my lips. I open my mouth to take him inside, but he shakes his head. “No. You sit there and let me take what I want.”
I don’t understand what we’re playing with here, or what he wants from me, but I nod.
“I’m going to make you gag on my cock.” He continues to rub the tip over my mouth. “All you need to remember is I want to watch you choking on it. Don’t worry about trying to control your gag reflex. In fact, don’t worry about controlling anything. Just take what I give you.”
I nod my agreement again and the nerves flutter through my stomach.
He strokes my hair. “Good girl.”
My breathing increases. I don’t know what it is about those two little words that makes me want…something…but they do. I just don’t have a name for it.
“Are you afraid?”
“Yes.” I am, but in the most intoxicating way. Like the click, click, click up the steep hill of a roller coaster.
“Good.” He presses the tip of his cock against my lips. “Open.�
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I do.
He fills me, slowly sliding over my tongue and stretching my lips. On instinct I raise my hand to grip him to control his movements but he slaps me away. “No hands.”
I put them back on his thighs and he resumes.
Click, click, click.
His eyes lock on mine. “Don’t look away.”
I don’t.
He fills me again.
Click, click, click. Up the roller coaster I go.
Shallow at first. A glance over my tongue before he pulls back out and rubs his cock over my lips. Features, feral and stark, highlighting the cast of his high cheekbones, he pushes back in. When he’s partially in he stops, and his fingers tighten on my hair, holding me still. “Christ.”
I hope the question I want to ask is in my eyes.
He smiles. “Never in my entire life has a girl looked so good on my cock. You’re a fucking work of art.”
Pleasure blooms in my chest. I could die making this man happy.
He pulls back out, then pushes back in. Again. And again. Color raises on his cheeks and his lids hood as he stares down at me. “That’s right. Don’t look away. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
He starts to move in earnest.
Thrilling me as I rush headlong down the steep hill and fling everything I have into pleasing him.
He pushes deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper still.
He thrusts hard, and hits my gag reflex.
When I choke, his expression turns fierce and I watch transfixed as a cruel type of arrogance washes over his face. If I had any breath to give, it’d be gone, because he’s beautiful to look at. Almost haunting and it mesmerizes me.
He thrusts again.
I gag, but instead of pulling out he pushes farther, closing off my airway for a fraction of a second before he pulls back out. That same dark intensity that overtook me on the bed washes over me.
“That’s it.” He moans, grips my hair, and shows me the exact difference between giving a blowjob and getting your throat fucked.
He is ruthless. Relentless. Unforgiving.
Mean.
It’s messy and filthy.
I get caught up in looking pretty and appealing, and not like some depraved, crazy person with saliva running down her chin and onto her neck. I grip his thigh, digging my nails into his jeans, fighting the urge to raise my hand and control his movements.
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