Branded Steel: Steel Crew

by Fields, MJ

  I nod. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

  “Cool.” He hands me his phone. “Wanna help me out with this?”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  He sits on the bed and opens the box. “So, I don’t want to lose my pictures, especially the ones in the private folder—”

  “I’m not sure that’s something you want to tell your …” I pause, because I don’t want to be the one to pin a label on us.

  “Girlfriend.”

  “Yeah, that.” I roll my eyes and try to hide my smile.

  “Password is 0419,” he says as he flops back on his bed.

  My birthday.

  “File that says Vault has its own password. It’s 1204.”

  “Okay, so what do you want me to do with that bit of information?”

  He rolls to his side and props his head on his hand. “Secret?”

  “If you want me to know, then sure.”

  “The Vault is my spank bank, and I’d like you to make sure none of those get lost.”

  “Spank bank,” I huff.

  “Yeah,” he says as he runs his hand under my shirt and up my back.

  I bat his hand away. “Probably not your best move, player.”

  “Not hiding a thing from you.” He rolls to his back, and I try very hard not to notice the bulge in his jeans.

  Try … and fail.

  “Everything backed up to your cloud?”

  “No idea. I normally don’t do that stuff myself.”

  “Well, then, King Country, what’s your iCloud password?”

  “Told you—0419. In case that doesn’t click, it’s your birthday.”

  “Weirdo,” I say, trying not get too giddy, especially since I’m about to get a peek inside the spank bank.

  After backing up his cloud and typing in the million questions for the million questions to set up his new phone, I hand it to him. “Here you go, Brand dot Falcon.”

  “You look at the—”

  “No, it takes a while for everything to download, and I’m not sure I want to.”

  “Scared?” he jokes.

  “No, just not my thing.”

  He laughs as he sits up. “Come shower with me?”

  “No, your parents—”

  “Are in bed, and my brothers are back down at Gage’s with all the hunters.”

  “Well, maybe you want—”

  “I’m where I want to be, Katy. Here. With you.” He steps on the floor. “I’m going to shower, and you’re invited to come join me or chill here.”

  Standing in front of me, he reaches over his shoulder and pulls his Henley off. Then he wads it up and tosses it across the room.

  To distract myself from the vision that triggers my nipples to ache, incites heat to pool at my core, I look over to where he tossed his shirt. It landed in an empty clothes hamper. I look back to see he’s holding his phone, tapping the screen, and then he hands it to me.

  “That’s the entirety of what I look at when I’m so desperate to come.”

  I look at a screen, full of tiny squares, full of hundreds of photographs of … me as he unbuttons his pants and pushes them down.

  I look over the screen and see the outline of his erection insanely visible through his white boxer briefs. My mouth immediately goes dry.

  He rubs his hand up and down over it, and the pulsing between my legs intensifies.

  “I’ve had thousands of offers, but never wanted to be inside anyone else but you, Katy.” He pushes his boxers down, and his cock springs free. It’s thick … and hard, so hard that his veins are gloriously outlining silky flesh. He grips it firmly at the base then strokes slowly up then down. “May not be cool to hold out for the one you want, but I wanted to be only yours since I can remember.”

  His hand moves faster, turning slightly, as he strokes himself. “Since that night at the shore, I have fucked my hand so often, eyes shut tight so I could picture yours, and I’ve come so fucking hard that I’m surprised I haven’t had to be hooked up to an IV for fluids.

  “Fuck,” he sputters as he glides his thumb across the glistening broad head of his cock. “Be glad to keep doing this until you’re ready to—”

  I toss the phone aside, push up on my knees, grab the back of his head with one hand, kissing him hard, and grab his dick with the other.

  Breathless, I pull back from our kiss. “I want you now.”

  All Night Long

  Brandon

  Her kiss is urgent, rushed. I love it and hate it at the same time. I hold my hands as gently as I can on the side of her face and pull back. Her light brown eyes appear wild and untamable.

  “We got all night.”

  She squints her eyes shut and nods impatiently.

  I step back just enough to grab the hem of her sweater and slowly lift it. “Arms up,” I whisper and immediately notice the slight shake in my voice.

  Fucking nervous.

  Dropping it on the floor, I lean in and kiss her jawline, her neck, her shoulder.

  She smells incredible, like sunscreen and clean cotton sheets.

  Slowly, I push her turquoise bra strap down her shoulder, rubbing my lips across her skin.

  “I can do it.” She tries to slide her arm out, but I stop her.

  “Let me.”

  “But—”

  “I’ve wanted to kiss you here.” I place a kiss behind her ear. “And here.” I slide my mouth down her neck and between her tits as I reach behind her and unclasp her bra.

  With her arms down, her straps start to slide down on their own as I continue to kiss down her cleavage until her perfect tits are exposed to me fully … again.

  I lean forward, hand on the back of her neck, until she’s lying flat on her back.

  “Brand,” she breathes out a shaky breath.

  “Taking my time with you, Katy.”

  “I want you.” She reaches between us, but I step back before she can grab my cock.

  “You’ll have me, all of me, forever.” I slide my hand down her flat belly then pop the button on her jeans. Then, pulling them down slowly, I savor the sight of her bare skin being exposed … inch by inch.

  I toss her jeans onto the floor then lean down, kissing her hip to hip and back again, enjoying her little meows and the way she squirms under my touch.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I groan as I dip my tongue in her bellybutton while I hook my thumbs under the waistband of her turquoise panties that match her bra and slowly, very fucking slowly, unveil her sexy as fuck pussy.

  “I, um … It’s not … I haven’t.”

  “So beautiful.” I step back as I pull them down her body, cautioning myself not to be so damn eager.

  When I see she isn’t bare like last time, I realize her hesitation, her caution, is probably because of the thin sprinkling of tiny jet-black curls. I like it. Love it, actually. Want to feel it against my lips. Taste her.

  I kiss slowly up her ankle, her calf, and lick her knee.

  “Brand, I—”

  “Don’t.” I shake my head, still unable to look away from her core as I spread her legs wider, exposing her further, allowing my eyes to feast before I make her come, taste her desire for me, for … us. “Let me love you with my eyes, my mouth, my—”

  “Oh my God.” She covers her face.

  Wanting to see her face, I release her knee, and climb on the bed, my knees between her legs. Hovering over her, I take her hands, hold them above her head, and kiss her.

  She whimpers as soon as our lips touch, and I realize I could stay right here for hours just kissing her.

  When she wraps her legs around me and my cock nudges her wet center, every muscle in my body tightens. I groan as our kiss becomes desperate, fueled by our combined need, want, and desire.

  Katy grabs my hips and pulls me against her, thrusting her hips upward to meet my body, rubbing herself against me, torturing not just me, but her, too.

  “Fuck,” I growl as I rip my lips from hers and kiss down her body as I g
rip her hips to stop her from controlling where this goes, knowing it’ll get there way too quickly if I don’t.

  “Katy, no rush. Not tonight.”

  I kiss the top of her breast, and her breath hitches, driving me crazy to the point I almost say fuck it and give her what she wants, what we want, until my mouth finds her pebbled nipple.

  I inhale deeply, running my nose across her nipple then pull it into my mouth. She cries out my fucking name, and I suck harder, wanting so much more of that song.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she whimpers when I nip at the left then the right. “Please,” she then begs, wrapping her ankles around my back again.

  Ignoring the rush, the high, the need that she not only verbally but physically demands, I take my time.

  “Damn it, Brand,” she whimpers as her back arches, pressing her soft, round flesh against my mouth.

  “I have all night. I am going to make sure we do this right. If that means I take pleasure in your sexy as hell cries and hold back until the sun rises, I will, Katy. Don’t rush me. Not tonight.”

  My actions definitely don’t mirror my words as I lick and kiss down her body. Then my mouth hovers over her pussy as I spread her wider. Looking up at her, I tell her, “You are even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”

  “Brand, just fuck me.”

  “Gonna make love to you.” I lick my lips.

  “Just—”

  “You keep insisting I hurry. No fucking way is that gonna happen.”

  “Please just—”

  I bend down and lick her slit.

  “Oh, God,” she gasps as I push my tongue between her lips and inhale.

  “You smell so fucking good, Katy. I’m gonna love this.”

  Spreading her wider, I thrust my tongue inside of her. Her thighs close around me, and she fists my hair.

  “Brandon,” she cries as I push my tongue deeper inside of her. I feel her legs begin to tremble and add a finger, loving the feel of her wet flesh tightening around it.

  “Oh, oh, oh.”

  I move to her clit and suck hard.

  “Stop, stop! Oh, God, don’t stop,” she whimpers as she tenses.

  I suck on her clit again then lick around it and flick my tongue over it as I watch her eyes roll back and feel her pussy become wetter and wetter.

  Her body bucks against my touch, and I bury my face between her legs, knowing beyond a doubt I’ve just made her come.

  Not wanting her to stop, wanting—no, needing—to give her more, I continue until she’s finished whimpering my name, calling softly out to God, while trembling and bucking against my face.

  Lying completely still, her eyes closed, her face relaxed, except for the smile on it, I watch as her tits rise and fall. I kiss her thighs before positioning myself over her, my hand on my cock, rubbing it up and down her slit.

  Her eyes slowly open, and the way she looks at me, like a country boy just rocked her world, is like a spur to the bare ass.

  “Gonna do that to you again. This time with my cock.”

  She spreads her legs and reaches between us. “Give it to me, cowboy.”

  I can’t help chuckling.

  Her face becomes more serious. “Then I might need you to do that with your tongue again.”

  “Yeah?” I ask, rubbing my cock up and down her slit.

  “Yeah,” she says then inhales a quick breath as I rub my tip against her opening.

  Slowly, inch by inch, I push into her as I focus on her telling, deep, beautiful eyes.

  “Jesus, Katy, you’re tight,” I groan.

  “Does it hurt you?” she asks, sounding truly concerned.

  “Fuck no,” I groan as I push in farther. “Hot, tight, so fucking wet.”

  Her eyes roll slightly, and I still. She licks her lips quickly and finds my hips as she rolls hers.

  “Christ.” I push in farther, and she releases a soft, hot breath as her back arches. “You good?”

  “God, yes,” she whimpers, sinking her nails in my hips and pulling me closer, her tits just a lick away.

  “Don’t. Move,” I hiss, and her eyes open.

  “I don’t care if it’s five seconds or five minutes, I want to feel you deeper.”

  I begin to move as she pushes against me. I’m deeper than before. Feels sublime. My head, my shaft all wrapped tightly in soft, wet silk.

  “Katy,” I warn between my teeth when she moves faster, taking me deeper. “You’re so fucking tight that, if you don’t stop, this isn’t gonna last, and I have spent the past couple months dreaming of a different ending then the last time.”

  “I don’t even care,” she moans. “I just want all of you.”

  I push in even farther and with less restraint until I feel resistance.

  Jesus Christ, she’s still intact.

  “This is gonna hurt,” I grit out between my teeth, succumbing to the basic carnal and physical need to take that from her.

  “Then you’ll make it better.”

  Permission granted.

  I push harder against her and feel my chest vibrate in a growl as I look into her eyes and watch them snap shut. Her pussy tightens around me, and then she’s fucking frowning.

  “Katy, what can I do to—”

  “I’m okay.” She opens her eyes.

  “I asked what I can do.” I press my forehead to hers.

  “Make me come again.”

  “You sure?”

  “Now.” She scowls.

  And fuck, that makes me feel like doing just that.

  I hold her face as I push in farther, slower. “So hot. So fucking good.”

  She nods and closes her eyes.

  “Never felt like this before, Katy.”

  Her eyes open slowly.

  “Like being in heaven wrapped around you.”

  I press my lips to hers, and she begins to move, and then … so do I.

  As good as it feels, I am without a doubt focusing on her and not the fact that I want to come so badly I feel like a recovering addict at a crack house.

  When she starts to relax, inside and out, I push up on my hands and move faster, harder, watching her and fighting my release, all the while counting to forty over and over in my head until I’ve lost track and her eyes start to widen.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers.

  “Fuuuuuck yes.”

  “Brand, Brand, Brand.”

  I hold myself up with one arm and reach between us, cupping her tit and running my thumb back and forth over her nipple, and then she starts to move with me.

  “More,” she begs. “More,” she whimpers.

  I run my hand down her body and find her clit.

  “Oh, oh, oh—”

  Her nails sink into my waist, her body tenses, and her eyes roll back.

  I feel her pussy clench, her come coating my cock, and then I count to twenty a few more times until I can’t take it another second and come so much I nearly collapse on her.

  After I get my shit together, I roll to my side and look at the clock. Smiling to myself, I pull her into my arms.

  “Love you, Katy girl.”

  “Love you back, Brandon.”

  “If you’re keeping a record somewhere, jot that down as ten minutes.”

  “That’s it?” She laughs, rubbing her hand up and down my abs.

  “You came twice, Katy.”

  “I did,” she sighs.

  “You okay? Sore?”

  “I’m good. Real good. And as far as sore goes, I was, but you made it better.”

  Pretty fucking happy with myself, I pull her head to my chest and kiss the top of it.

  “So, twenty next time, cowboy.” It’s not a question; it’s a demand.

  “Jesus, girl, I’m so fucking happy I fell in love with you.”

  She giggles softly and rolls off me. “Gotta use the bathroom.”

  “You do that, then we shower.”

  She nods. “Okay then.”

  I watch her walk in the bathroom and s
hut the door.

  Can’t help it. I hop off the bed, throw two fists in the air, and mouth, “Fuck yes!”

  * * *

  Neither one of us wanted to get out of bed this morning. I’m going to blame it on round two.

  Twenty minutes, the majority of that time spent eating her out.

  Not sure who likes that better, her or me. But I do question any motherfucker who thinks going down is a duty when, let’s be honest, it’s a fucking privilege. She tastes so fucking good.

  But yeah, twenty fucking minutes.

  “Brand?” Katy’s voice brings me back to reality.

  I smirk at her and lift my chin. “Babe.”

  She rolls her eyes and holds up my phone. “Your calendar.”

  “Right, work,” I sigh.

  “You love what you do.”

  “Yeah, until I found something I love more. Now it’s kind of feeling like a J.O.B.”

  “Yeah, well, at least you’re going to be doing your second favorite thing. I’m starting a new school, and oh, I’m pregnant.”

  I reach over and take her hand, kissing the back. “You’ll do great. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you’re all mine.”

  She sighs.

  For some reason, that doesn’t sit well with me. Makes me nervous.

  “You are, right?”

  She nods. “Yep, I’m stuck with you, and you’re stuck with me. Now back to the calendar.”

  “We really stuck? Is that how you really feel? Stuck?”

  “I mean, no, but it’s not like this was planned.”

  “Understood.”

  “Don’t act like that. I told you I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I—”

  “Can’t wait till it really hits you that you’re the one I knew would be mine.”

  “Brand—”

  “And I know damn well that goes both ways, so you’re not stuck.”

  “Someone needs a nap,” she mumbles.

  “Love you, Katy. This isn’t—”

  “Love you back, obviously, so don’t get all sideways. Geez.” She sits back and looks out the window.

  Five minutes later, she’s asleep … and I feel like a little bitch.

  * * *

  Ten minutes from the beach house, I pull over and park. I do this for a couple reasons. One, I hate that she fell asleep when I was feeling like going back to the beach is just going to drive a wedge that I worked hard to remove and need to fix that shit. And two … yeah, no, that’s it.