Exposed: An Anthology

by Brooke Cumberland

  “I want . . . I want . . . please . . .” she moaned as I thrust my fingers into her. “Oh, God.”

  “I want you all over my face.”

  “No, I need you inside.”

  “I’m right where I want to be. And I want you to come all over my face, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as she slipped her fingers under her dress and pinched at the sweet little nipple through her bra.

  “That’s right, Sugar. You’re so beautiful, giving yourself pleasure while I eat you.”

  Her legs tightened on either side of my head as her body bucked and trembled beneath my hands. One fist clenched in my hair as she held my mouth to her pulsing cunt, riding her orgasm out against my tongue. I continued to lick and suck, taking in all the sweetness she had to give.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whimpered as each aftershock pulsed through her system.

  “Mmm, tastes like sugar.” I finally pulled away from the best pussy I’d ever tasted and my tongue darted out to trail across my lips, collecting the last of the arousal gathered there. She licked her own lips as she watched me. My eyes danced with desire and amusement as I took in her post-orgasmic body.

  “Up ya go, sweetheart. I got shit to do, so I can drop you off at your car when you’re done.”

  “You’re kicking me out?” Her deep greens sparked with anger.

  “No, babe. Got shit to do. Not kicking you out. Would keep you here naked and taste you all day if I could, but shit needs doin’, so I’m dropping you off before I do it.”

  “Eloquent, aren’t you?” She hopped off the counter and smoothed her dress down over her thighs.

  “Words are shit, Sugar. It’s the meaning that matters. Ready?” I stood and watched her eyes flick over my body. She sucked a full lip into her mouth and I knew her mind was running back to last night, the pleasure we’d given each other, the things she’d done that she’d probably thought she’d never do. “Gimme your phone number.”

  “What? No. Why?” She frowned as she picked up her purse.

  “I just ate you out on my counter and you won’t give me your phone number?” A cocky grin turned up my lips. I cocked my hip against the counter and waited, phone in hand. She squared off with me, both hands on her hips, her full round tits sticking out of the dress and begging to be touched. I arched an eyebrow at her before she finally rattled off her number.

  “There.” I pressed send and, a second later, her phone chirped. “I texted you, now you’ve got my number.”

  “Oh. Thanks.”

  “Sure thing, off ya go.” I opened the door and smoothed a palm down her ass as she stepped by me. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself around her. I wondered if I’d ever get enough. I’d had repeats before, but the way this woman had my blood set to a constant boil wasn’t doing any favors for my blood pressure.

  “Can you stop?” She whipped around and slammed right into my chest as I stepped out the door into the front porch.

  “Problem, Sugar?” I tipped my head to the side and took in the delicate lines of her face.

  “Are you always so close? So in people’s space?”

  “You’re the one that ran into me, babe. Although the situation is kind of reversed from last night. I’m all for a little public exhibition, but in broad daylight . . .” My eyes darted behind her and took in the bustling neighborhood, someone across the street mowing their lawn. He looked up and I raised my hand in a friendly wave.

  “Oh my God. You’re such a fucking pig. Do me a favor; do not use my number. Ever.” She spat at me before turning and stomping down the porch to my truck. My laugh followed her all the way as my cock twitched at her sassy attitude. This girl challenged me, and there was nothing hotter than a challenge, especially when she came with red hair and a perfect set of tits.

  ~

  I ambled up the step of the weathered cottage. Autumn wind whipped around the corners of the house and swayed the branches on the evergreens. Off-season in Maine was my favorite time of year. Summer was a cluster fuck of tourists, and, living in a tourist town, I was expected to smile and wave, play the charming role of small town coastal boy. But the off-season when everyone cleared out was when Maine came alive. It’s what made it all worth living here.

  I rapped on the door before twisting the knob to find it unlocked.

  What kind of girl that lived alone out in the country left her door unlocked?

  A newcomer, that’s who.

  “Evenin’, Sugar. Brought dinner!” I called through the house as I set the takeout bags on the counter. The house was silent, the fuck-me heels she’d worn last night kicked off by the door, the scrap of silky fabric I’d peeled off her body, thrown across the couch. I could imagine her stepping into her house this morning and peeling out of her clothes as she’d walked through the rooms.

  I squeezed my eyes shut tightly at the visual. I hadn’t gotten back inside her since our first night together and it was nearly doin’ me in. I was trying to prove a point—make her beg for it— but if it didn’t happen soon, I’d be begging her.

  “Sugar?” I took a few more steps, taking in the fresh paint on the walls. What had formerly been dingy white was now a soft grey in the kitchen. The living room was a pale shade of blue. I’d just been here a few days ago, when in the hell had she had time to paint the whole damn house?

  I headed for the hallway before a door opened and she came barreling out of the bathroom, wet hair hanging off her shoulders, and the tiniest towel I’d ever seen held over her chest. My eyes focused on the swell of one of her breasts, barely hidden beneath the white cotton.

  She was tryin’ to kill me.

  “Sugar,” I growled, my eyes still trained on her lush body.

  “Lane, fuck, what are you doing?” she shrieked and adjusted the towel around her body to hide herself.

  “Enjoying the view.” I grinned as I looked up into her eyes.

  “Obviously. Besides that.”

  “Brought dinner. Like Chinese?”

  “Do we have a longstanding dinner date night that I don’t know about?” She cocked her pretty head to one side and the wet tendrils fell over her shoulder. My eyes flicked down her body, the towel riding high up on her thighs. The slit revealing more skin than she probably realized had my dick standing at attention.

  “Not a date, Sugar, but if popping in unexpectedly means I find you like this, I’m all for it.”

  “Eyes up, playboy.” She adjusted the towel around her body. I’d just had her in my bed this morning; I must have the patience of a priest to come here and find her like this and not be impaling her against the wall right now.

  “Right. Get dressed, babe, otherwise I’m taking you against that wall, no two ways about.”

  She huffed in shock, her mouth dropping open, full rosy lips forming a perfect O.

  “Don’t make that face either. All I can think about is sliding my cock between those perfect lips and fucking your face.”

  “Oh my God. Go. I’m changing, and when I’m out, you’d better not be here.” She glared at me, that fire glare that set my blood boiling raging in her eyes. So fucking sexy.

  “You know I will be.”

  “Not if you know what’s good for you,” she mumbled as she stepped into what I presumed was her bedroom and slammed the door with all the force she could muster.

  I pulled plates out of the cupboards and set out silverware at the small kitchen table that sat by large windows and looked out over the ocean. We were into early October, the leaves on the trees were all but gone, and the sea was getting angry. This time of year could be iffy for boats. Some of the more cautious sort put their boats up around now, while some brave souls chose to challenge the elements in hopes of a few more good runs of fishing.

  “I would kick you flat on your ass if you hadn’t brought Chinese.” She stepped into the small space and instantly the air sparkled to life. She wore a pair of faded jeans that hugged the lines of her body like a glove and a soft Henle
y shirt that outlined her form: slim waist, curvy hips, and tits so fucking round and perfect they’d have any hot-blooded man on his knees. I’m a tit man, what can I say?

  “I don’t know what you expect me to do, wearing stuff like that around me. You want to keep me hard and thinking about laying you out underneath me all night?”

  “It’s jeans and a shirt, Lane. If you weren’t such a pig . . .”

  “Well, I am, baby.” I sauntered up to her, my hands instantly finding the hollow of her waist. I expected her to push me away, that fire in her eyes keeping her at a safe distance, but instead, her soft body bowed into mine. A flash of desire sparked in her eyes as she looked up at me under heavy eyelashes.

  “Could I be mistaken? Is the fiery Ms. Kennedy interested in a repeat of last night?” I took her chin between my thumb and finger and tilted her head to mine. I dipped my head low and placed a soft kiss on her lips. The tiniest of moans escaped the back of her throat as she moved her lips against mine. I brushed along the seam, asking for permission, something I wasn’t accustomed to. I normally took what I wanted from a woman, but I wanted this girl to give it to me. I wanted her willing and open.

  Her soft lips parted and I swept my tongue inside, tasting the minty fresh toothpaste that lingered. I tightened my grip on her waist and pulled her body tight to mine, rubbing my aching cock against her hip, showing her just what she did to me.

  Her arms curved up around my shoulders and her hands locked around my neck as she stretched up on her tiptoes and increased the pressure of our kiss.

  “You’re sexy as fuck tonight, baby.” I snaked my hands up the curve of her waist, along her ribs, to dust my thumbs along the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her shirt. “But dinner’s gettin’ cold.”

  She pulled away from my lips and glared. I smiled the most innocent smile I could muster, my eyes drinking in the lines of her face. “Patience is a virtue.” I placed one last kiss on her lips before turning back to our food on the counter. I pulled things out of the bags and opened containers before I realized she still hadn’t moved. I turned to discover the problem and found one hand on her hip, her jaw working back and forth, her angry eyes taking me in.

  “Problem, Sugar?” I tipped an eyebrow at her.

  “I don’t like men who come into my house unannounced and do . . . whatever it is you’re doing.”

  “Feeding you Chinese and kissing you like you’ve never been kissed?” My lips tipped to one side in a cocky grin.

  “Right.” She rolled her beautiful eyes. “Being obnoxious and pushy and—”

  “Drop the act, babe.”

  “Act?” Her green eyes flared.

  “You love it. You love when my hands are on you, the way your body bends into me, presses against mine, the sexy moans that escape your throat. Those things don’t lie, Sugar.”

  “You are so fucking impossible.”

  “Love that dirty mouth.” I grinned and started heaping piles of food onto a plate. “Here.” I thrust it at her. Her eyes flicked down to the plate before her stare softened and she dropped her defensive stance in the kitchen.

  “Thanks.” A sweet smile lifted her cheeks.

  Score. One wall down. As if someone being nice to her, taking care of her was a novel idea.

  This girl tried to build a fortress around her, but I was making it my personal goal to loosen her up. She was too beautiful and smart to keep people out like she did.

  “So can I expect you every Saturday night?”

  “Not sure about that, but you can expect me to drop in whenever I’m thinkin’ about you.” I trailed a few fingertips along her denim-covered thigh. We sat on the couch near each other. A movie that we weren’t watching played silently on the TV. We’d been too engrossed in conversation to watch anything.

  “Like the paint, Sugar.” I nodded to the walls.

  “Thanks.”

  “When on earth did you find the time to do it? I was just here a few days ago. What are you, a she-devil by day, leaving me walking around with my dick hard enough to pound nails, and some freakish, vampire that paints by night?”

  “A she-devil? Vampire?” She cocked one sculpted eyebrow at me. I only shrugged in response. “I don’t sleep well,” she finally revealed. “So instead of tossing and turning in bed I painted the walls.”

  “All night?” This was way more than just a few hours of work. She had to have been up all night for multiple nights in a row. “Sugar . . . I can keep you busy in bed and have you burnin’ some of that pent-up energy. I’ll volunteer anytime.” I snuck a hand over her thigh and rubbed at the heat between her legs. She shrieked and twisted away with a laugh.

  “You’re a fucking animal.”

  “Mmm . . . I like that.” I smiled and tried to go back in for the goods. She swiped at my hand and launched herself on the other side of the couch and out of my reach. She crossed over her chest, effectively closing herself off from my advances, before grilling me about my life.

  We talked about Maine, what it was like to grow up here, where she’d grown up: Ohio, incidentally, somewhere I’d never been, nor had any desire to go. I teased her about being from cornfields and she rolled her eyes and punched me in the arm before admitting it was absolutely true.

  She talked about how her family was originally from out east, which was why she’d always wanted to come to Maine, and after some recent upheaval in her life, which she hadn’t elaborated on, she’d found herself with an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.

  “So do you rotate? This was my weekend and next weekend you’ll be with someone else?”

  My eyebrows shot up in surprise and I glanced at her. A playful light danced in her green orbs. “Not necessarily.”

  “Well, what I said the other day, it still stands . . .”

  “And you’re referring to what?”

  “Relationships, I’m not interested. All this just feels—” She gestured at our bodies, snaked together on the couch. “Very relationship-y.”

  “We’re just two people enjoying each other’s company. Don’t overcomplicate things.” I ran a thumb along the soft angle of her jaw.

  “Okay,” she murmured, her eyes landing on mine, taking me in, darkening a fraction. I knew that look. It was the surefire giveaway that told me her pussy was waiting and aching for me.

  “Friends who fuck, right?” The way she said the cuss word, so soft on her full lips.

  Right.” My breath picked up a fraction as my shaft twitched and hardened beneath the denim of my jeans. “I didn’t come here for this. I came because I hadn’t eaten yet, and I thought you might like some company . . .”

  I trailed off as she pulled herself into my lap, straddling my waist, her back arched, ass sticking out, breasts in my face. I licked my lips as I took in the heat that smoldered in her eyes.

  “Stop talking.” She dipped her head and took my lips with hers, grinding her hips against mine, my dick hitting right between her beautiful thighs.

  “Mmm . . .” I groaned into her mouth as my hands smoothed up underneath her shirt and danced across her back. I unhooked her bra and the round fullness that was pressed in my face had a slow throb building at the base of my spine. The soft cotton of her thermal stretched across her huge tits, the nipples standing at attention, begging to be played with. I went in for the kill, tweaking and pulling at one, before latching my mouth over the stiff peak poking through the fabric. I sucked in the fresh smell of cotton as the fabric dampened while my tongue twirled and her body arched. She kissed my lips slowly, her hips moving in a slow rhythm against mine before she pulled away, yanked her shirt over her head, and dropped her bra to the floor.

  Low moans escaped her throat as she pressed her hot cunt into my straining dick. “You’ve got a beautiful body, Sugar.” I held her tits in my palms and pushed them together, creating cleavage. My thumbs dusted across her hardened peaks and she threw her head back, a small moan escaping her lips. I dipped my head and took one into my mouth, laving
at her with my tongue, drinking in the taste of her, dragging my teeth along the sensitive nub. She hummed and rubbed her crotch against my straining erection.

  “I bet your pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it? I bet your panties are drenched, juices running down your legs while you grind your hot body against my dick. You want me inside you?” I growled before flipping the button on her jeans and shoving my hand down her panties.

  “Yes . . .” she hummed and bucked on me as my fingers found her wet slit and thrust inside her. I pumped three fingers inside her body, swirling my thumb along her hardened nub before pulling out my hand, and thrusting my fingers wet with her juices in my mouth.

  “Been waiting all day for that sweet taste on my tongue.”

  Her eyes widened as one of her hands climbed up her body to pull on her own nipple.

  “Fuck, baby,” I growled as I watched her tug. She watched as I cleaned my fingers of her juices.

  I moved like lightning and pushed her down on the floor, my body hovering over her. I unzipped my jeans and pulled hers off her legs before lining up to thrust into her. The head of my dick just breached her entrance before I paused.

  I wanted to plunge in without warning, no time to think twice. I needed to be inside her, pumping away, chasing my orgasm, but I’d seen myself. I knew I was bigger than average. She’d been so wasted and soaking wet the first night we’d been together, I’d slid right in, but now, I wanted to be gentle. I didn’t want to leave her sore and unable to fuck for days, because that’s exactly what I had in mind.

  Fucking her again and again, for days. Until I had my fill and could purge her from my system.

  I was about to ease into her, let her adjust to me slowly, not fuck her like a teenager getting his first shot at pussy, when she wrapped her long legs around my waist and begged me to fuck her.

  Just like that and I was ramming my hard-as-steel cock straight into her.

  She arched and groaned. I moved my lips down to her hard nipples and pulled one into my mouth, one hand supporting me over her body, the other wrapped around her shapely waist, pulling her into me as I pumped away.