by Roxy Mews
She held it up and the gold foil glinted in the light. “Now…will you fuck me?”
He began to thrust his fingers in and out, and Felicity dropped the condom on the counter and held on for dear life. She hadn’t been with a man in a while, but this was better than she remembered. He rotated his hand so his palm was up and his thumb began to stroke her clit. A few circles from the pad of that thick digit, and she came apart, literally, in his hands.
Her nails dug into the skin on his back as she rode every wave of her orgasm on his hand.
“I’m hoping you still want more.”
She was about to say hell yes, she wanted more of that, but before she could get the words out, Brandon pulled back from her.
He pulled his fingers from her and began to work the tiny panties down her legs. Once he got them off, he pulled her ankles forward and apart. She slid on the counter, until only half her ass was balanced on the stone.
Before she could get her footing back, her legs were thrown over his bare shoulders, and all she could do was hang onto his hair as he dipped his head and began to lick her still sensitive flesh.
His tongue slid tiny figure eights around her clit and opening, but she couldn’t begin to tell him how he was igniting her entire body before he sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and pushed his fingers back inside her.
Her head fell back against the cabinets and her hands fell to her sides to hold herself up. Her hips pressed forward as he thrust his fingers faster, and she fucked his face because the wave of pleasure she rode wouldn’t let her do anything less. Just before she went over the edge again he slowed his pace. She tried to catch her breath as he stood, but then she realized his pants were off.
To unbuckle and unzip while giving that kind of head…the man deserved an award.
He also deserved some recognition for the beautiful cock he stroked with the same hand still wet from her orgasm.
He stared at her opening and she couldn’t speak. She just spread her legs wider.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Her hands went to her clit. He’d worked her up so close. It wouldn’t take more than a fast touch and she’d come while he watched.
Not knowing if that was what he wanted or not, she couldn’t make herself care as the orgasm began to build.
She rubbed herself faster as he stroked his cock. A drop of precome formed at his head as he pumped. Her pussy cried out at being empty and she couldn’t help but press two fingers inside herself to ease the ache.
“Please, Brandon.” She begged. “I want to come with you inside me.”
“You will. But come for me like this first.” He finished stepping out of his pants and watched her hands work.
His shoulders bunched at the tension as he stroked himself, but Felicity stared into his eyes and watched him watch her. She felt the wave crest and just before she went over the edge his gaze snapped to hers. She came harder than she’d ever come at her own hands while he watched her ride through the spasms. She was gasping at the intensity, but couldn’t look away from him.
As her waves of pleasure ebbed, her eyes finally rolled upward and that was when he sprung into action.
A couple steps and his cock was pressing against her pussy as he leaned over and grabbed the condom. It was on in seconds and without any time for her to recover, he impaled her.
Her pussy shook around the invasion and she loved every ripple, because she could feel him hardening even more inside her. She thought she was going to be able to handle it, but then he started to move. There was no gentle descent from this orgasm. There was no time to catch her breath. With the fabric of her skirt still rolled into the elastic at her waist, they fucked on her counter with abandon. She climbed higher than she thought possible this quickly and when his hands gripped her so tightly, she unraveled beneath him.
Her whole body shook as he held her together through her climax. While she was still vibrating with pleasure, he pumped one last time before he held them both still and pressed deep to go over the edge himself.
Neither of them breathed until he pulled back enough to rest his forehead against hers.
“Wow.” He exhaled the word.
Felicity nodded, because she didn’t think she could talk at the moment.
All the passion faded and a big raging case of “what the hell did we just do” enveloped them both. She could see it in his face as he pulled back. It was almost as if he didn’t realize she was naked until then. Hopping down, Felicity unrolled her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. After he turned away to dispose of the condom, he grabbed his pants and slipped them back on with his underwear inside in one fast stroke. He was smoothing down the hair she’d enjoyed messing up as he finally faced her.
“That was intense.” He stopped talking when he saw she wasn’t wearing her shirt.
Once he found her bra and shirt on the floor, he handed them to her without looking in her eyes. Somebody obviously thought this had been a mistake.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Halston? Sober up enough that you realized you were fucking your project?” She threw her shirt and bra on the counter. Felicity held her head high and even her breasts seemed to glare at him over crossed arms.
He had a hard time looking upset as he kept getting distracted by her nipples, but he still managed to let her know he thought this shouldn’t have happened. “We got drunk. We’ve been in close quarters. I should have had better control of myself. It was amazing, but it wasn’t a smart thing to do.”
“Do you always do the smart thing, Brandon?” She dropped her arms and stalked toward him. She could still feel the muscles around her pussy aching where he’d taken her with more passion than she’d ever experienced.
“Obviously not.”
“Is it so bad that you had sex with me? Because right now, you’re killing my afterglow.”
He gaped at her like a fish out of water. “No! No, it was great. It’s just…It’s not…”
Felicity went about cleaning up the dishes and putting a topper in the remainder of the wine bottle.
Brandon kept stammering, until he finally was able to get out, “Shouldn’t you put some clothes on?”
“Why?” She hung up the glasses on the rack to dry and tucked the wine bottle in the fridge, making sure to lean in until she got a chill. When she turned around, her nipples puckered and demanded Brandon’s attention. If he was going to be an ass, she was going to be a tease. He’d wanted this too. If he wasn’t man enough to admit it, she would prove it to him.
“Because you look cold.” He gestured to her breasts. “And if we don’t want this to happen again, clothing is probably a good idea.”
“What is your problem?” She walked up to him until he backed up to the very counter he’d just taken her on. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he groaned. “Am I good enough to fuck when you can claim you were drunk, but in the light of day, you don’t want to be seen with me?”
“It’s not daytime, and we’re about to be business associates with regards to this loan. It’s not professional. Tom assumed we were together, and it was all I could think about when we came inside, and…” He stopped talking when Felicity began to run her hands up his chest. “What are you doing?”
Her fingers played in the perfect dusting of hair on his sculpted pecs. It had been so hard and fast a moment ago, she hadn’t had time to play. If he was going to be an ass, she was going to take her pleasure and do whatever the fuck she wanted. He obviously didn’t think she was worth being with unless there was no one who’d find out. She’d show him what he was missing.
“I like your chest.”
“Yours is pretty nice too.” He shook himself. “Aren’t you mad that I took advantage of you?”
Okay. She was done. Her hands dropped and she did reach for her clothes.
“You didn’t take advantage of me. We had sex. I had a few orgasms. You only had one. I figure I came out on top of the deal.”
She grabb
ed her iPad as she made her way to the other end of the trailer. She wished it was bigger. She didn’t have anywhere to get away from him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brandon was completely lost. He picked up his shirt and socks off the floor and tossed his shoes into the shoe cubby under the stairs as he followed Felicity to the bedroom.
He knew what had just happened had been building for a while. He didn’t have anything to apologize for, but it was what a good guy should do when the girl looked like she was confused. He should apologize to Felicity and take responsibility to give her an easy out.
And he shouldn’t let her think this could turn into a relationship. She wasn’t the type of girl he could have a relationship with. She’d want him to do this crazy charity thing with her. Not to mention the fact that he’d just had sex with someone he was investigating like a common criminal.
He found her stripping a layer of blankets off her bed.
She bundled up the fabric and held it in front of herself like a shield. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
She threw a pillow at his head. “Oh, I’m being ridiculous?”
He held the pillow in one hand, and plucked the stray feather out that had landed in his mouth with the other. “Yeah. A bit.”
“So what? You want us to pretend like what happened in the kitchen didn’t happen? I’m supposed to lay beside you in the bed and pretend I don’t want to screw your brains out? I’m going to go insane, or masturbate while lying beside you.”
He gulped at the thought of her not being able to keep her hands off her pussy around him. He was shocked at how much his dick thought he needed to rethink this plan.
“I think we moved too fast.”
She didn’t throw the other pillow she had over her head. “That’s a lot better than apologizing for having sex with me.”
“You looked shell-shocked. I thought you thought it was a mistake.”
“It was amazing sex. I don’t see how that’s ever a mistake. Although after your reaction, having to live together for another three weeks seems like a pretty colossally bad idea.”
Brandon sat on the edge of the bed and tossed the pillow back where it should go. He pulled his shirt on over his head and patted the seat next to him. He was grateful that Felicity sat with covered breasts and some breathing room between them. She hadn’t bothered with the bra, but he could form a more rational response than when her nipples were calling to him.
“Let’s take a step back and make a few more logical steps.” He told her. “I’m attracted to you.”
“I already knew that. A guy’s dick doesn’t turn to steel fucking a woman he’s not attracted to.”
He closed his eyes and thought about his boss and all the crap he wished he could take back telling him. It helped the blood from running back to home base.
“We don’t know each other very well, and there are a lot of details about your past that I think you are hiding on purpose. I lost control. Tom put that thought in my head, and you felt so good…”
“You’re about to apologize again. Stop it.”
He put his head in his hands and leaned over on his knees. He was talking to the floor when he told her, “I think you’re hiding something important, and I can’t get close to someone who is hiding something like that from me.”
“But you can fuck them?”
He turned and glared at her.
Felicity held up her hands in surrender. “I’m just saying.”
Taking a deep breath he tried again. “And I’m just saying, I’m not a guy who does that type of thing without establishing parameters, or a relationship status ahead of time. We don’t know what’s going on outside of these walls. Hell, I don’t know what’s going on behind your emotional walls, and that is why what we did was a mistake.”
“Let me get this straight…” She turned toward him and tucked her legs under her. “You plan out where a relationship is going before you have sex with someone?”
“Or what we both expect out of the encounter. Yes. It saves me from the fuckup like the one I had in the kitchen.”
She laughed. At least she could find humor in this.
“No wonder you let loose like you did. Sex isn’t supposed to be planned and discussed to death. It’s supposed to be spontaneous and full of fireworks.” She put her hand on his knee and rubbed back and forth like she was telling a distraught little league player he’d get ’em next game. “No wonder you didn’t know how to come down from such a great orgasm.”
“This is so strange.”
“What is?” she asked.
At least she was putting the blankets back on the bed. He wasn’t sure if she forgave him, if things were back to the way they had been before, or if she was planning on pity fucking him tonight.
None of those things worked for him to keep his sanity.
“Your attitude towards this. That’s what’s strange. You aren’t the least bit upset anymore? You stormed out of the kitchen a second ago,” he reminded her.
“Well, I thought you didn’t think I was good enough to fuck sober, but you are just a sexually repressed clueless dumbass. Don’t worry. I understand it’s not your fault that you don’t know how to have casual sex.”
His head was spinning.
“What?”
“Help me get the stuff outside secured in case that storm does roll through. Then we’ll go to bed. That sex wrung me out, and your incompetent banter after made me exhausted.”
This woman was insane, but for some reason he found himself smiling as she danced around the living room organizing everything they needed to do for the night. She even got the coffee set up to make it easier on them in the morning.
It wasn’t until they made it back up to the clothes rack under the stairs that he even realized it was still awkward, no matter how she tried to pretend it wasn’t. She started to strip.
He grabbed her shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“Getting changed. You’ve seen me naked. Is it really necessary for me to go to my bathroom to change again?”
He nodded emphatically. “Yes.”
She rolled her eyes and trucked off to the bathroom. Brandon banged his head against the trim around the clothing rack as he tugged out his sleeping pants and a polo shirt. There was no way he was going to wake up to her soft hands against his chest again and be able to control himself.
Glancing over his shoulder, he listened as she was brushing her teeth. He figured she’d be a bit yet, so he stripped fast, and tugged on his bottoms. Looking over his shoulder, he was relieved she hadn’t finished early and threw his clothing in the washer/dryer unit like he’d become accustomed to doing. Felicity said she didn’t mind washing his clothes as long as they could be washed with hers in cold water.
He made it to the bedroom before she did. Looking at the empty cord he realized his phone was still in his jacket pocket. He hopped down the stairs to grab it.
Felicity had saved him the trouble.
He held out his hand. “I was just coming to look for that.”
She didn’t hand it over. She was staring at the screen, her left temple pulsing in and out as it became obvious she was grinding her teeth at what she was reading.
Brandon’s heart dropped. He hoped it was anything but a text from his boss. Texts showed up on his home-screen when he flipped the phone to face up.
“You’ll be happy to know your boss got the information you were looking for.”
Oh, shit.
“Felicity, I can explain…”
“Really? About running background checks on me with my information from the loan you turned me down for? How was that not shredded? I was going to let all this go and just enjoy our time together, but this…” She threw the phone at his chest. Thankfully he caught it. “This is not okay.”
“My boss looked into you and couldn’t find out anything before two years ago. He got nervous. All I told him was what your no-go topics o
f conversation were.” He wanted desperately to look at his phone and see what Felicity had seen, but something told him, if he stopped looking in her eyes, he’d lose the one thing he had going for him…sincerity.
“Didn’t you think there might be a reason that information was sealed?”
“Yes. Which is why I wasn’t pushing. But then…” He waved to the kitchen. “That all happened, and I felt guilty for having sex when I knew there was someone digging around in your past.”
“You could have told me.”
“What? You would have thrown me out. It would have caused all kinds of media to swarm us both.”
“It’s not like I don’t have someone looking into you.”
His brain spun. He was pretty sure there was something going to implode inside his skull. “I can’t believe this conversation.”
“You have a problem with the sex, because we weren’t being honest. So let me ease your mind and tell you I have Deborah looking into your past for me too.”
“The news reporter?”
“She said she would keep it off the record.”
“You can’t possibly believe that.” He stomped up the stairs. He couldn’t stay here. They had to call this thing off. It wasn’t worth whatever business the bank was getting.
He could move. He could leave and move to Alaska where there were fewer people than moose and he would be able to escape this.
“I told her I won’t give her a discount on her first house if she shares any of your personal information.”
“All that means in news reporter talk is that she won’t use my name. She could say a banker living in a tiny house for a month and everyone would be able to put two and two together. God. Are you an idiot?”
He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. He chased her back to the kitchen. It was a short chase.
“I didn’t mean to call you an idiot. I’m stressed out, and there’s nowhere to get away from each other in this space to cool down.”
She grabbed the bottle of wine she’d popped in the fridge and took a big swig straight from the source. “You know what your problem is?”