Now or Never

by Nyora René

  Brendon dragged her onto all fours, licking his lips at the arousing picture she made, ass high in the air, face down on the covers, arms outstretched. He kneaded her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, glorying in the trickle of juices that dripped steadily down her inner thighs from her pussy.

  He slapped both cheeks, enjoying the jiggle, then he dove face first in between, eating her from the back, dragging his lips from clit to ass and back again. Crystal kept throwing her ass back at him and each time he gave her gentle nips mixed with long licks and voracious sucks until the only thing holding her up was his arm banded tightly around her waist.

  This time when she screamed his name, he latched onto her clit, greedily sucking as her juices flooded his mouth and her screams rang in his ears. He kept sucking until she shivered, until her body was lax and prone against the bed, her gasps audible.

  Brendon swiftly stood and wasted no time discarding his clothes. He stroked himself as he watched her struggle to turn over, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, her hair curling at the edges and temples. Crystal’s chest heaved, drawing his attention to her delectable breasts, his shaft hardening painfully.

  When her glazed over eyes met his, he licked his lips, savoring the remnants of her sweet pussy. Crystal bit her lip and sat up, leaning forward to place her hands over his where it gripped his dick.

  “Hmm…let me,” she purred, leaning forward to swipe her lips over the weeping mushroom head of his erection.

  His toes curled and he fought not to thrust forward into the warm cavern of her mouth. He removed her hands and took a step back. “If you keep that up, I won’t last. I’m barely hanging on as it is,” he gasped.

  Digging in his bedside table, he pulled out a condom, but she stopped him. “I’m clean and have an IUD…I don’t want anything in between us,” she told him, looking him in the eyes.

  His breath left him and his heart hammered. As much as he’d wanted to love her with nothing separating him, he knew the responsible thing to do was to protect her. Knowing that she was okay forgoing a condom and craved that skin-to-skin experience was more than he’d dared to hope for.

  Tossing the condom back into the drawer, he slammed it shut and pressed her backwards onto the bed. “I’m clean too, I can show you my last test results—”

  She placed a finger over his mouth. “I trust you, Brendon, implicitly.”

  That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing Crystal beneath her thighs, he spread her legs as far as he could and thrust home, causing Crystal’s breath to catch in her throat.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he exclaimed as her snug pussy tightly gripped him.

  He couldn’t move for fear of coming too soon. Crystal’s inner muscles squeezed him tightly and his eyes crossed. He let go of her thighs, bracing his hands on either side of her head, his breathing labored as if he’d just run the length of a football field.

  “B-Bren…don…I…need…you…to move,” Crystal panted, pressing her hands to his chest, caressing his nipples.

  Lightning arced down his spine at her playing with his nipples. He slowly withdrew almost to the tip, then thrust back in, shifting Crystal higher on the bed. He repeated the motion, until he gained his stride, then he lifted both of her legs over his shoulders, her sexy heels in the air as he dug deeper into her womanhood.

  All that could be heard was his sweaty flesh slapping against hers as his balls beat against the cheeks of her ass and his hips repeatedly met hers, their moans and groans intermingling into one harmonious love soundtrack. Crystal’s head shook from side to side as her body arched, thrusting her breasts closer to him. He bent down and sucked one tip into his mouth, never breaking his rhythm. Crystal’s body clenched and she screamed his name, a torrent of her juices raining down on his dick as she came, beckoning his own orgasm.

  Rope after thick rope of cum flooded Crystal’s womb. Brendon’s body seized as he tried to dig inside her body amidst his release, a release that seemed like it would never end. His toes cracked, his vision went hazy, and his mouth was dry from yelling her name.

  Finally, his muscles relaxed and his vision returned to normal. He gently pulled out of her, their juices slowly pouring out of her. Flopping onto his back, he pulled her into his arms, caressing her body as she shivered and moaned into his neck.

  Once their breathing settled to light pants, he rose up on his elbow, brushing her hair back from her face. She was absolutely beautiful with the blush of an orgasm still on her face, her eyes soft, and her supple body molded to his. Brendon placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then stood up, pulling her up with him.

  “Shower, then sleep. We need to rest up for round two,” he told her, lifting her limp body into his arms and walking into his bathroom.

  11

  Bright sunlight from the window awakened Crystal the next morning. Stretching, she winced at the soreness between her legs, then smiled as she remembered why she was sore.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, opening her eyes and sitting up in Brendon’s California king bed. She glanced around but didn’t see him anywhere.

  Swinging her legs over the side, she gingerly stood up, hissing as the well-earned aches from last night made themselves known. Although Brendon vigorously worked her during their workouts, last night she’d used muscles and contorted her body in whatever positions she could to get as much satisfaction as she could.

  Walking slightly hunched over and slowly, she made her way to the master bathroom to relieve herself, and found a surprise. She walked over to the extra-large jacuzzi tub that was filled with bubbles and dipped her hand in to test the water. Finding it just shy of boiling, her favorite temp, she groaned in appreciation.

  As quickly as her muscles would allow, she stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water, hissing at the initial sting. As her body adjusted to the heat, she leaned back and laid her head on the soft bath pillow, sighing in bliss as she stretched her legs and the heat seeped into her bones. She closed her eyes, a smile drifting over her face.

  “I wasn’t sure when you would wake up, so I started the bath when you started moving around in the bed.” Brendon’s husky voice reached her ears.

  Crystal’s smile grew even larger, but she still didn’t open her eyes. “Thank you, this is much needed.”

  “That’s my fault. I’m sorry for being so, um…rough…last night,” he said, remorse in his tone.

  Crystal’s eyes slowly opened and she frowned at Brendon. “Don’t apologize for anything that happened last night. Last night was everything I wanted and didn’t even know I needed. It was beyond anything I could have imagined. No need to apologize.”

  He walked over to her, his swagger drawing her eyes to his Adonis belt displayed by the grey sweatpants that hung off his hips. He wore no shirt and his well-defined pecs and washboard abs made her mouth water. She recalled that at some point last night, her tongue had traced every groove and dip on his torso.

  “Crys?” he said loudly, waving a mug of coffee underneath her nose.

  She blinked out of her daze and reached for the mug. She hadn’t noticed him walking with it. Taking a tentative sip, she groaned at the sweet taste of the Cinnabon-flavored coffee.

  “Thanks,” she murmured, taking another sip.

  He waved off her thanks. “How are you feeling, besides sore?”

  Crystal placed the mug on the tub’s grey marble platform. She tilted her head to the side, observing him from beneath her lashes. “I feel like the luckiest woman in the world,” she answered him quietly.

  The smile that covered his face, outlined by his full goatee, made her heart skip a beat, then work double time to recover.

  Brendon sat down on the lip of the tub and leaned over to kiss her. Not a torrid, passionate kiss, but a slow sweet kiss that settled her heart and spread a mellow warmth throughout her body. When he pulled back, he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, and she turned and placed a soft kiss on his hand.

  He sat quietly beside he
r as she washed, then soaked her aching body. The silence was comfortable, and Crystal basked in the knowledge that although their relationship had drastically changed, some things, like not needing to fill the air with noise, stayed the same.

  Once the water started turning cool and long after the bubbles dissipated, Crystal unplugged the drain. Brendon walked over to the large, fluffy towel he’d placed on the vanity and opened it for her to step into.

  Crystal felt cherished by how he gently patted her skin dry. There was nothing amorous about the action, but his movements spoke of care. Once he’d dried her off, he picked up the cocoa butter he’d apparently taken out of her bedroom, and gently picked her up, placing her on the counter. Starting with the heels of her feet, he massaged the cream into her skin, caressing every inch he touched.

  Crystal gripped the edges of the vanity, willing her body to not be greedy. She wanted him, but she needed to recover from last night’s marathon.

  “What do you have planned today?” she murmured once he’d finished moisturizing her body.

  “Spending the day with you. I called into the gym and told them that I wouldn’t be in. I didn’t have any clients scheduled other than you, and I already gave you a workout. Today, I want to focus on us, and where we go from here. You down with that?” He lifted her in his arms and went into his closet.

  She watched as he removed one of his jerseys. He walked over to her and drew it over her head, and she pushed her arms through the sleeves. The hem of the jersey hit her mid-thigh, barely covering her butt.

  “I need some panties,” she whispered in the silence of the closet.

  Brendon shook his head, his hands drifting under the hem of the jersey, his fingers caressing her thighs. “Why? They’ll only end up ruined, better to save them for when you really need them,” he whispered in her ear.

  Crystal shivered as his breath tickled her. She loosely draped her arms around his neck and grazed her fingers over his head. “I thought we were going to be talking about us today?”

  He backed her up against the center island in his closet. “Amongst other things,” he said against the curve of her neck, eliciting a shiver that raced down her spine.

  She moaned and arched her body against his, turning her head as she sought his lips. For long moments they kissed, deep passionate kisses that left them both out of breath. Brendon pulled back first.

  “Let me feed you,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the closet.

  She followed him without a protest. She was hungry, for food and for him, but she would satisfy her food appetite first.

  Afterwards, she would satisfy her craving for him.

  Brendon lazily ran his hand up and down Crystal’s arm as she snuggled against him on the large round outdoor daybed on his lanai. The ceiling fans overhead whirred softly, the gentle breeze falling over them, providing comfort from the heat. Even though fall was approaching, the temperature in Springfield still hovered around the high eighties, so he relished the respite from the sweltering heat.

  He’d lit the tiki torches and the light from inside the family room gave a little illumination. The sky was painted in reds, golds, and pinks as the sun set. They’d come out earlier in the day to play around in the pool and had gradually found themselves relaxing on the daybed as time went by.

  “Hmm…” Crystal hummed contentedly.

  He dropped a kiss to her damp curls as one of her hands drifted upward toward his pecs, pausing for a second then continuing upwards until she was able to turn his face towards hers as she lifted her gaze to meet his.

  The smile she gave him was beautiful, not a full-on beam, but a soft parting of her lips that brought out the faint laugh lines around her eyes.

  “I never thought that we would ever be together like this,” she told him.

  “I didn’t even imagine us like this until a year ago, and now I feel stupid for not seeing what was right in front of me,” he said, stroking his hand up her arm, past her shoulder to caress the side of her face.

  “Better late than never,” she told him, winking.

  He smiled and gave her forehead a kiss. “When did you read my journal?” he asked, twining their fingers together and bringing them to his mouth to kiss.

  She tensed and wouldn’t meet his gaze. He didn’t like that. He wanted her to always be comfortable with him, so he dropped her hand and lifted her face to him.

  “I’m not mad, baby girl. I’m grateful that you read my words and decided to make a move. For a long while now, I’d been struggling with how to tell you how I felt. I was scared you didn’t feel the same way, especially when you tried to set me up on the blind date.” He searched her eyes and hoped she could hear the sincerity in his words and see it in his eyes.

  Her sigh feathered over his lips, and he bit back the need to run his tongue over her lips. They needed to have a serious conversation without getting sidetracked by their sexual needs.

  “Remember the day I came by to talk to you about the contractors for the tiny home community? You had to leave abruptly to handle a customer. I received a call from one of the builders and needed to write down some information. Your journal was the first thing I saw, though at the time I didn’t know it was your personal journal,” she said.

  He nodded. “So you wrote your notes and…”

  She squirmed against him, but he still held her chin in his hand so she couldn’t turn away. “Not exactly, well that’s not what happened first. I was flipping, trying to find a blank page, when I saw my name. You know how nosey I am, so I put a finger on the page to come back to later, then found a blank page and took my notes.”

  He chuckled. Crystal was nosey, so he wasn’t surprised that she investigated and read his journal.

  “So you took notes and then what?” he asked.

  “I, uh, went back and read the entry with my name on it. It was the entry that I recited to you at the restaurant,” she said, her arm sliding down to his waist.

  He ignored the tingling from her hand touching his skin, wanting to hear more. “Was that the only entry you read?”

  The blush started at her chest and rose to her face. She always cursed her light skin for making it easy for others to see her embarrassment. He loved it because now he knew her skin glowed when she was satisfied, and that blush let him know that she loved what he did to her body. If her skin wasn’t flushed when he was making love to her, he didn’t consider his job done to his, or her, satisfaction.

  “No. I read about five entries before I got scared that you’d return and catch me,” she said, biting her lip.

  He dropped a quick peck to her lips. “What happened after that? How’d you remember what I wrote word for word?”

  She closed her eyes and grimaced.

  “What’s wrong?” Crystal kept her eyes closed and he frowned, needing to see into her hazel eyes. “Open your eyes, baby. Whatever you say won’t upset me. I’m grateful that you saw my entries. Nothing you say will change my thoughts on that.”

  Her eyes opened, searching his. “I, um, uh, took pictures of the…uh…entries that I um…read.”

  He smiled, his one dimple peeking through his light beard. “You liked my words that much, huh?” he teased.

  She licked her lips and he inwardly cursed his decision to hold off on lovemaking until after their conversation. Her glistening pouty lips beckoned him to taste her again. He entwined his legs with hers, emitting a light groan when she shifted one leg to drape over his waist, bringing her core into contact with his manhood. His dick jumped and she purred.

  He swatted her on the ass. “Chill out. I’m determined to complete a conversation with you without giving in to your tempting body.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever, we could be acting out what you wrote instead of talking about it.”

  He buried a hand in her hair and gave her a kiss, nipping her bottom lip when he quickly pulled back. “Never doubt that we’ll be enacting those words and more soon enough. Now,
why the pictures?”

  She grumbled under her breath, her words inaudible, but eventually answered when he pinched her butt cheek. “Okay, okay. Remember you said you wouldn’t get upset… I told my sisters about what you said, but only because I needed advice and—”

  He cut off her rushed words with a kiss. “I don’t care that your sisters know. You may be a little embarrassed at them knowing how thoroughly I plan to continue ravishing your body though. You going to be okay when we’re in their presence and they give you knowing looks every time I look lustfully at you? You know your sisters are nosey, especially Jade, so they’re going to want details.”

  Her head fell back as she groaned. “I should’ve thought about that. Jade will grill me, Amethyst won’t, but she’ll be closely listening. Ruby will smirk every time we’re around her and make smart aleck comments designed to embarrass me.”

  Brendon laughed. “I don’t have siblings, so I can’t help you with navigating that part. Just know that I’m not embarrassed at all. Hiding my feelings for the last year has been hell, so now that I’m finally free to be open about how I feel, I don’t plan to hold back. What about you?”

  “Are you crazy? Knowing that you want me as much as I want you means everything to me. I don’t want you holding back. You want to kiss me in the gym in front of everyone? Lay a big one on me and get me wet. You want to give me a lustful look? Do it and ruin my panties in the process. I don’t care what others have to say, I’ll put up with the looks and comments as long as you act on those thoughts and looks, deal?” She sat up and straddled his waist.

  He moved his hands to her hips, bringing her fully into contact with the erection his swim trunks did nothing to conceal.

  “I’m going to remind you of those words when I toss you over my shoulder and leave wherever we are with my hand caressing and squeezing this fat ass of yours,” he said, gripping said ass.