Big Catch

by Cathryn Fox

  He kisses me fiercely, his probing and thrusting tongue shutting down my mind and feeding the hunger building inside me. God, I want this…need this. He shifts, his cock pressing hard against my legs as his hands begin an exploration of my body. My flesh burns everywhere he touches and his lips sear my skin as they leave mine and go to my throat.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice so hoarse I hardly recognize it. “You taste like candy.”

  With my sex pulsing, I try to widen my legs so he can touch me where I need it the most, but he clamps his thighs around mine and squeezes, the action pinching my clit in the most glorious ways. Pleasure, so much pleasure. His fingers shape the underside of my breasts, and instead of removing my bra, he jerks it downward, freeing my aching nipples. His mouth closes over one taught bud, and I arch into him. He draws one nipple between his teeth and as his tongue swirls, I feel it all the way to my core. It’s oddly exciting to have my bra on while he licks at me. He nibbles, then clamps down. I gasp from the sharp yet stimulating pain. I had no idea Braydon would be such an animal in the bedroom. Rough and greedy, he eats at me, taking his fill as heat builds in my core.

  I touch his hair, rake my hands through it as I hold him to me, and catching me by surprise he flips me over. I gasp again at his roughness, his demand for control.

  “Hands above head, legs tucked underneath you,” he instructs in a deep, severe voice that sends shivers skittering through me. “I want your ass in the air.”

  What, really? No man has ever made that demand before, which is, oh, I don’t know…awesome. Epic sex here I come. Literally.

  I reach up and grab the headboard as I put my legs underneath me.

  “So fucking nice,” he murmurs as his hand trails down my back to toy with the band on my panties.

  “Please,” I cry out, unsure of what I’m begging for as I rock against him.

  He repositions and slides his arm around my waist to lift me. With my hands above my head grasping the rails tightly, and my breasts crushed against his bed, my ass is completely on display. I should feel vulnerable, exposed, but I don’t. I’m a million miles away from home, with no one telling me what to do or how to live my life, or giving me disapproving glares because I want to work in the ER trenches. Right now, I plan to have some much-needed fun, goddammit. Braydon groans and gives my ass cheeks a squeeze, his callouses abrading my skin in mind-blowing ways.

  Jesus, that’s insanely hot.

  Lust burns low in my belly as he grips my hips and grinds against me, his cock rock hard, like a steel rod against my body. I’ve never felt anything like it, but I sure as hell can’t wait to.

  My clit throbs, screams for attention when he slides his hands between my thighs and cups my mound. He lightly nudges my swollen cleft through my panties, and I moan as my need turns into a sweet ache of pleasure.

  He gathers my panties and tugs upward, and they slide into the crevice between my cheeks. His moan of approval thrills me. He’s clearly an ass man—not that I’m an expert or anything, but he does seem rather focused on mine, and that’s an all-time first.

  “Such a pretty, pretty ass,” he murmurs, his voice so deep and low it’s difficult to hear him. He tugs harder, and the thin material slides in deeper, the friction stroking my clit, and taking me higher and higher. His mouth touches my skin, and he peppers me with wet, searing kisses that burn my flesh as his tongue trails a path from my cheek to the small of my back.

  As he devours me, I soar, and he runs his finger along my seam, then tugs my panties aside to expose my hot sex. “Now about that deeper examination,” he murmurs, as he thrusts a finger inside me. Dizzy with need, I moan and move against him, but his finger stills inside me and I almost cry. I’ve never been needier or more turned on in my entire freaking life. I wait, then quickly realize he’s waiting for me to move—like he thinks I know what I’m doing here. The guys I’ve been with sort of just went about their own business when in bed—I’ve always ended up finishing the job myself. When I push back, he shoves another finger inside me.

  “Yes,” I cry out, so gloriously full from two thick fingers. He strokes deep, and I ripple with sensual bliss.

  He leans forward and pulls my hair. My head lifts, and my scalp burns with pleasure as he tugs. Feeling bolder than ever, I shamelessly fuck his fingers like the seductive dirty girl I’m pretending to be. I close my eyes and ride him harder as sensations charge through me.

  He pulls his fingers out, and my stomach clenches. I cry, unfulfilled, but that cry quickly turns into a moan of pleasure when he nudges my legs open wider, lies on his back, and slides beneath me, until his mouth is lined up with my hot sex.

  He squeezes my ass again. “Ride my face. I want you to come in my mouth.”

  I rock, rubbing my clit over his tongue as I stimulate my nipples on the bedding. Holy God, everything about this is crazy, intense. What I’ve been doing before…well, that was child’s play, a cone of vanilla ice cream compared to this. Braydon is one downright dirty, demanding, totally dominant guy. Pure animal. I totally love it.

  I want to touch him, drag my nails over his gorgeous body, but my position doesn’t allow it. Not that I’m complaining. What he’s doing between my legs can only be described as magical. His tongue slides along my nether lips, his mouth sucking and kissing as he shoves his tongue inside me. I push down on him, and his hands grip my waist to control the depth and penetration.

  More.

  His tongue picks up the tempo, driving inside me then striking my clit with precision. Hot sensations coil through me at the duel assault, and my womb clenches. I’m so freaking close to exploding, but I need this to continue almost as much as I need it to end.

  “Yes,” I murmur, and he pulls me down, letting me grind against his face. “Oh, yes, like that.” He licks and strokes and nips my clit until I can’t take any more. “I’m…I’m coming,” I cry out, and he moans, the sound vibrating against my swollen nub as I tumble over the edge.

  My sex pulses and squeezes, the mind-numbing sensations shutting down my ability to think as I come. I’d be embarrassed by my cries, and the way I’m rubbing against him like a purring cat, if it weren’t so damn good. Correction—great. I think I hear him curse as he laps at me, but I can’t be sure. I can’t hear anything over my own panting breaths.

  He flattens his tongue, and his long, luxurious licks stretch out, become lighter as he circles my sensitive clit, coming close but not touching. He obviously knows how a woman’s body works, and there is no doubt I’ve won some kind of man lottery here. He lightly feathers his tongue over me, and when my spasms stop, he slides out from beneath me. While I’m sad to see him go, I’m anxious to finally touch his body. I’m about to speak, but his deep, hard—demanding—voice stops me.

  “Over.”

  I turn, anxious to see the silhouette of his hard body and race my hands over him, but before I can gaze at him in the thin stream of light slanting against the wall, he climbs up my body, his legs on either side of my head. With those big hands that just brought me so much pleasure braced on the wall behind me, he feeds me his cock. I take it to the back of my throat and slide my hands around to grip his firm ass.

  “That’s it,” he growls. “Suck my cock, doc, and moan for me. Let me know how much you like it.”

  I make another mewling sound, his dirty, raspy words making me so hot my sex is clenching without any penetration at all. That’s never happened before.

  Epic.

  He growls, and my nipples harden as I become aroused all over again. I work my mouth over his cock, as he powers forward, hitting the back of my throat. I relax my muscles, wanting to take him deeper, but he’s too freaking big. No way, no how will I ever be able to take him all in. That doesn’t mean I won’t do my best.

  “Fuck,” he cries out as he slides in a tiny bit more, and while I can’t breathe, my chest fills with pride that I can please him this way. He inches out, and I lick and swirl my tongue, completely engrossed in his cock
and anxious for him to spurt his cum down my throat, when he pulls all the way out.

  I reach for him, wanting him back, but he flips me over once again. He lies over my body, pressing down on me as he reaches into his nightstand. I hear foil crinkle, and my heart hammers. He’s going to fuck me now.

  He’s going to fuck me now.

  Heart racing, I turn my head and try to see his handsome face. But he quickly sheathes himself, slides his arm around my waist to lift me until my knees are beneath me, my breasts once again on the bed. He slides my panties down my legs, and the slowness nearly kills me.

  “Please,” I beg, and he just chuckles, but I sense his urgency, the restraint in his body.

  Panties gone, he grabs my ass cheeks and kneads them as his crown probes my sex. I try to push back, force him in just a little, and he just chuckles some more. Damn controlling bastard.

  But you love it.

  Yeah, I straight up do.

  His hand fists in my hair and in one hard thrust he jerks forward to seat himself high inside me.

  “Yes,” I hiss, as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. My moan of consent seems to do something to him. He pulls almost all the way out and rams back into me, a new urgency about him. As he slams me into the bed, the sheets rasp my nipples, and the glorious ache racing through me brings on a full-body quake. I just about come again.

  Behind me his breathing changes, a rapid succession of quick breaths as he pulls out only to drive back inside, over and over until I’m damn near delirious. The friction, oh God, the beautiful friction is doing the most glorious things to my overheated body. I move with him, and this time he lets me. He releases my hair, his big hands lifting me until I’m on all fours.

  “Up,” he growls.

  As I brace on my hands and knees, he slides his arm around my body, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over my aching nipples. I moan in bliss, and he grunts a response as he changes the speed and depth of penetration. Heat spreads inside me as my climax builds. I can tell he’s close by the swelling of his cock, filling me even more. He slams into me. Deeper. Faster. One hand leaves my breast, his breath hot on my back as he pants and stokes my swollen clit.

  He applies more pressure, and the entire world ceases to exist. The only thing I can concentrate on is the pleasure coming to a peak between my legs. Sweet, sweet heaven. I let go and come all over him, my wet heat coating his cock.

  A growl rips from his lungs as he releases high inside me. He falls over me, and I collapse onto the mattress, once again unable to breathe from his weight. I close my eyes and revel in it until he rolls and drags me with him. His breathing changes, becomes softer, and since I love being in his arms like this, I decide to briefly shut my eyes and enjoy this with him for one more moment before I sneak back to my room.

  The early morning sun slants in through his curtains and pulls me awake. Groggy, I lie still and glance around. Where the hell am I? As soon as I see the Braydon asleep beside me, curled on his side with his back to me, memories from last night come rushing back. I touch my mouth and glance down at my body, used and bruised in the most glorious of ways.

  My body aches in places I never knew existed, and as I think about that, I can’t help but smile. What a night! I look Braydon over, his broad back exposed as the sheet covers his lower torso. I want to touch him all over again—taste him everywhere. Seriously, the man knows his way around a woman’s body, and he brought me to orgasm unlike any other man ever could.

  I glance at the door, but when I hear movement in the hall, I look for my panties and white coat. How will I ever make it back to my room without someone catching me? I’ll just have to wait them out while Braydon sleeps it off. Slipping out from between the sheets, I pad quietly to the bathroom, and glance at myself in the mirror. My lips curl when I take in the flush on my cheeks, the tumbled mess of my hair. God, I haven’t looked this sated or relaxed in…ever.

  Since I’ve never had a one-night stand before, I’m not really sure how to act today, which is why I want to bail before Braydon wakes up. Last night was great, and I certainly don’t want to ruin it with any awkward morning-after talk. Then again, what’s the hurry? I’m here for two glorious weeks. Why not enjoy all Braydon has to offer while in paradise?

  Who’s saying the morning has to be awkward? Maybe instead of hightailing it out of here, I can crawl back into bed with him. Pleasure crashes over me, and my libidinous body warms in all the right places as I consider the possibilities. Last night I woke him with a little mouth-to-mouth—why should this morning be any different? I’m not normally so brazen, but a night with him has woken a whole new, naughty side of me. With a plan in mind, I turn on the shower and soothe my muscles as I quickly rinse off.

  I hear a noise in the other room. Is Braydon up? Hurrying so I can still catch him in bed, I wrap myself in a big fluffy towel and smooth my wet hair back. I give myself a quick once-over in the mirror then step into the other room. The smile falls from my face when my glance goes from the half-asleep man sitting up in the bed, to the wide-awake one looming in the doorway.

  Ohmigod. What have I done?

  Chapter Three

  Braydon

  I stand in Tyler’s doorway, crushing disappointment settling in my gut as Alyssa’s gaze skitters from me to my best friend, who is on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

  “I…I…Oh my God…” Alyssa stutters.

  “Morning, Alyssa,” I say. Goddammit, I shouldn’t feel so crushed that she preferred Tyler to me. She’s not mine and can sleep with whoever she wants. Then why the fuck do I feel so gutted, like I’ve been hollowed out inside?

  “What’s going on, Bray?” Ty asks.

  Trying for casual, despite the storm brewing inside me, I say, “I couldn’t sleep and came to see if you wanted to go for a run.” I wouldn’t have barged into his room if I’d thought Alyssa was in here with him—a well-fucked Alyssa, judging by the flush on her cheeks. Last night I’d gone to her room, only to find it empty. Little did I think she was in bed with my best friend.

  Fuck me.

  “I… Oh my God,” she says again. A strangled noise crawls out of her throat. Face going pale, she clutches her chest, and her towel comes undone and falls to the floor, giving me an unobstructed view of her gorgeous body. When I see the panic, I make a move to retrieve the towel for her, but stop when she snatches it from the floor and holds it against her chest.

  “I thought…” She pauses and once again looks from me to Tyler and back to me again. She points a shaky finger at me. “I thought you…”

  As I take in her alarm, the way her gaze is darting back and forth, understanding hits like a slap to the face. Jesus Christ. She mixed us up. Talk about a fucked-up situation. Disappointment morphs to desire at that realization, but then my stomach squeezes when distress radiates from her body. I’ll have none of that. She’s here to de-stress, and I’d already vowed to do everything in my power to help with that.

  “You thought Tyler was me,” I say quietly.

  She nods, and I brace my hands on the doorframe over my head. Her gaze goes to my bare chest, and lust grabs me by the ball sack as I admire her from afar. I don’t miss the slow embers of desire dancing in her big doe’s eyes before she quickly jerks away at the sound of Tyler’s voice.

  “What the fuck?” Tyler says. “You thought I was Bray?”

  “Yeah.”

  He grins and stretches out on the bed, not an ounce of modesty about him as his early morning boner tents the sheets. “Well, I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

  “Why…why did you sleep with me?” she asks, her eyes wide and confused as they take in his erection. “You don’t even know me.”

  “Come on. A hot woman comes into your room and wants to play doctor, you don’t question it. You go for it.” Tyler meets my gaze. “I got your text earlier about Josie, and actually thought Alyssa was her. Can’t say as I’m sorry for
the mix-up.” His unapologetic grin widens as he turns back to Alyssa. “But the real question is, did you have fun?” he asks, breaking the tension before we all get too caught up in it.

  Her gaze skirts back to me, and she scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip, a warm flush crawling up her neck. “I…did,” she croaks out, and I love her for her honesty.

  “Then that’s all that matters,” my easy-going friend says, none the wiser as to how much I wanted this woman in my bed. I’ve not mentioned her over the last year, and Tyler’s right—if a hot woman comes into your room, you don’t question it.

  She pulls her gaze away, then it flashes back to me, like she’s waiting for my response. “I’m glad you had a good time.” It’s true. I am glad. I’m also glad it was with Tyler. Judging from the sated look my best friend put on her face, she is well on her way to a relaxing vacation—her whole reason for being here. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t involved,” I say honestly and watch her face for a reaction. Is she still open to the idea of crawling in my bed? Or better yet…

  She stands poker straight for a moment, like she doesn’t know what to make of that, then lowers her head, stares at her bare feet—Jesus, those painted toenails have my cock throbbing—and says, “I should go.”

  I straighten, refusing to let her be embarrassed. She’s a woman with needs and should own her sexuality, play however and with whomever she likes. “Really? Because here I was thinking you should stay. We both should.”

  Her fingers grip the towel tighter, and even from where I’m standing I can see her body vibrate. Is it from excitement or fear? Yeah, I want her, and I’m happy to share her with my friend during her stay, but I want her willing.

  “I…I…” She glances at Tyler, and he shifts on the bed to make room for both of us.

  “Bed could use a little warming up,” he says as he taps it. “You two get your asses over here and help me with that.”