Built for Pleasure

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “You’ve a had a long day,” she murmured, and she leaned in to plant this soft little kiss on my mouth. I felt myself stir to hardness at once. I wanted her, no doubt about it. Ever since that second time, I had wanted her, and now here she was, offering herself to me. How the hell could I say no?

  “Let me take care of you,” she breathed into my ear, and she began to kiss down my neck with light, gentle caresses. I reached out to touch her, to slide my hands over her waist and her belly where her shirt had fallen open to expose skin, and she let out a soft little moan and continued her journey down.

  Before I knew it, she was between my legs, knelt on the floor in front of me; her mouth looked so good, so sweet, so tempting, and I struggled to remember the last time anyone had given me head. She bit her lip again as she undid my belt and my jeans, and I lifted my hips, so she could pull them off fully.

  “Fuck,” she murmured as she pulled off my boxers and wrapped her hands around my cock; there was blind lust in her eyes, and I loved the way she looked at me, as though she could never imagine getting enough. She looked up at me and leaned forward, planting a kiss on my tip, and I sucked in a sharp breath and did my best to keep my voice down.

  “You deserve this,” she continued, her voice low as she stroked me a couple of times. “Working so hard …”

  “Mmm,” I reached down and ran my hands through her hair, silently urging her to move forward, to take me into her mouth, but she seemed determined to make me wait. She liked the game, I could tell, liked the way I looked at her like my head was going to burst from sheer desire.

  Eventually, she parted her lips and leaned forward and guided me into her mouth. Her lips were soft and her tongue warm as she swirled it over my tip, and then she moved down to take all of me at once, meeting her lips with her fist so that every part of me was accounted for. I tipped my head back in the seat and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, trying to keep my composure—she looked so fucking good with my cock in her mouth, and there was something impossibly hot to me about her getting on her knees and servicing me after a long day at work. As though she’d been waiting around especially for this.

  She went down on me like her life depended on it; alternate sucking hard with slow, soft licks all the way up the underside, leaning down to suckle gently on my balls while she jerked me off. My eyes were practically in the back of my head as she fucked me with her mouth, letting me guide her up and down by her hair. I found my hips pushing back to meet her, thrusting to match her pace, and soon enough I could feel myself getting close, so close. I noticed that she had slipped her hand between her legs and was stroking herself in time with her mouth’s movement on my cock, and that was almost enough to tip me over the edge right there and then. But I had no idea how she would take it if I came in her mouth, and I didn’t want to push my luck.

  She glanced up at me and briefly pulled her mouth away; she seemed to read the thoughts running through my mind and smiled sweetly.

  “I want you to come in my mouth,” she murmured, brushing her lips against the over sensitized tip once more, and she began to stroke me as my head rested just past her lips. The sound of those words coming out of her mouth matched the eagerness of her expression, and the sureness of her touch was all I needed to get me there—I came hard in her mouth, tipping my head back and letting out a low growl of pleasure as it hit me.

  She cleaned me with her tongue, going gently, and I watched her, catching my breath, committing the sight of her like this to memory. Her hand was still between her legs, but she hadn’t come yet, and there was no way I was going to let her walk out of here without giving her an orgasm to match my own.

  “Here,” I grabbed her, tucking my hands under her arms, and pulling her on to my lap. She grinned and leaned in to kiss my neck again, letting her teeth drag across my skin.

  “Good?” she asked.

  “Incredible,” I replied. “But if you think I’m letting you out of here without making you come, you’ve got another think coming.”

  “Thank God,” she breathed against my neck. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Logan. I just want you so badly …”

  If I hadn’t just come so hard, I would have thrown her down on that table and fucked her raw right there and then, but as it was, I wanted to make this all about her, to show that I could give as good as I got. I slipped my hand into her panties and found her already pleasingly slick. I rubbed two fingers on either side of her clit, and she gasped and buried her face into my shoulder.

  “Jesus,” she moaned, and I went a little harder, pulling the skin taut so that every single touch would feel that much more intense. I could feel her body tensing in my lap, and I ran one hand up her thigh and beneath her shirt; she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I pinched her nipple roughly, making her jump in my lap.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” I murmured into her ear, and she shivered.

  “I need this, Logan,” she begged as I continued to tease her, not applying any direct pressure to her clit. “Please …”

  “Whatever the lady wants.” I grinned playfully, and I finally guided my fingers over her clit; she slumped against me, given in to the pleasure, and I began to stroke her softly, in slow circles, listening to the sound of her breath as she got closer and closer to coming. I could judge if what I was doing was right based on how she tensed, how she breathed, the little noises she made; she responded best to a gentle touch, and I was more than happy to give it to her, going slow and soft until I could feel her breath coming ragged against my neck. I dipped my fingers down and pushed two inside of her, getting them good and wet, and suddenly, she came.

  Her body was wracked with shivers as she sat there on top of me, her head tipped back to expose the shape of her throat; I ran my tongue over it, and she let out another sigh of pleasure as her pussy clenched around my fingers, her entire body giving in to the pleasure. I slowly withdrew myself from her, and she caught my fingers in her hand and drew them to her mouth. The sight of her, sucking my fingers clean, looking deep into my eyes as she cleaned the taste of herself from my fingertips, was enough to get me stirring to hardness once more. She could feel it and wiggled her butt playfully against my erection.

  “Already?” she teased, but she didn’t seem altogether annoyed by the development. I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, and she giggled, a hand clamped over her mouth, as I carried her to the bedroom.

  “Already,” I replied as I lay her down on the bed once more, and she kicked off her jeans, spread her legs, and pulled me down on top of her.

  It was frantic after that, both of us throwing our clothes aside, trying to be as quiet as we could—but it was hard when I just wanted to sink my teeth into her, to make her scream, to hear her cry out my name as she came. I ran my hands over her glorious nakedness there in the dark as she reached for a condom, and I swiftly sheathed myself and then guided my cock inside her. I lasted for longer than normal, thanks to her attentions earlier, and she didn’t break eye contact with me once as I fucked her. I pushed her hands above her head and kissed her as I moved deep and slow into her cunt, and she wrapped her legs around me and rocked back, taking as much of me as she could, as though she couldn’t get enough of the way I felt inside her. I knew how she felt. Maybe it was just because it had been so long since I had been with anyone like this, but she felt beyond incredible, her pussy perfectly tight and warm around me.

  I came inside her again, and I felt her reach her own shuddering climax moments later. Her legs were still hooked around me, and her arms were still pinned above her, and she seemed to move towards me, as though she wanted to melt her body into mine at that moment—I knew how she felt. For a second there, as we both came, it seemed like we could have just melded into one being, one person, and I would have been all too happy to give myself over to that impulse.

  “Mmm …” She sighed after I’d disposed of the condom and come back to bed. Her eyes were already closed, and she was curled up on
the covers, a smile on her face. “That was so good.”

  “It really was,” I agreed, and I lay there next to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I knew I should have kicked her out, but since she was all too happy to make her own way out of my apartment last time, why ruin a sweet moment by kicking her to the curb already?

  She snuggled back into me, and just like that, the exhaustion of the day thus far caught up on me, and I let out a huge yawn and found myself dozing off. I knew I should have told her to get out before the morning, that she couldn’t be here when my daughter woke up, but I just didn’t have it in me at that moment. For a minute, I just wanted to pretend that things were normal, that I didn’t have a child in the next room, and that we were just a couple of young things hooking up and—

  And what? My brain stopped dead before I could finish that sentence, as though acting in self-defense. Where did the end of that sentence go? We had just hooked up a few times, that was all. No matter if the chemistry between us was off the charts—it didn’t matter; she was just my downstairs neighbor, someone who had done me a few favors and helped out when I needed her. I wasn’t going to read anything into that because there was nothing to read into it.

  And yet, as I lay there with her in my arms, her breath smoothing out and deepening as she fell asleep, I found myself feeling something more for her. What, I didn’t know, but something more. Maybe it was just because I hadn’t been with anyone for so long, I was letting myself get all caught up in believing that there was something here. Or maybe, just maybe, there actually was.

  I lay there for a long time, unable to fall asleep, and listened to the sound of her breath as she fell deeper into sleep. I should have asked her to leave, but for now, I just wanted to pretend that things were okay, that things were real. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me at last and tried not to overthink the woman sleeping in my arms.

  Chapter 9

  Nina

  I woke up early and turned to look at the clock, and as soon as I saw what time it was, my heart nearly stopped in my chest.

  Logan was still wrapped around me, as though he never wanted to let me go. And if it hadn’t been for the obvious issue, I would have been happy to lay there for the rest of the day, to wake him up and enjoy a few more hours in bed together before he had to go to work. But as it was, there was a girl next door who I didn’t want to know that I had slept over, and that meant I had to get out of there.

  I got out of bed, gathered my clothes quickly and wondered how in the hell this had happened. The last time, I had woken up so early in the morning I had been able to sneak out without anyone catching me. But this time …

  Maybe he had just worn me out the night before—even though I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I ran through what happened, I knew that it had taken it out of me. But it was more than that, the reason that I’d overslept so long that morning. It was because I felt safe in his arms, safer than I cared to admit. It was just so—it was so easy for me to lose myself to him, to know how good he felt, and how comfortable and natural it felt to be close to him. I could have laid there all day and known that he would protect me. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept that deeply next to someone else, knowing that nothing bad was going to happen to me while I was in their arms.

  I dressed as fast as I could and checked for my keys in my pocket—shit, I had taken them out and dumped them on the counter the day before. I would have to go out there and collect them. I glanced back at Logan in bed, sleeping softly—he looked so much younger when he was asleep, all the tension that usually clung in his face drifting away in the night. Before I could stop myself, I leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek, and he shuffled slightly and turned over. I grinned. Something about seeing him like that, the intimacy of it, made me happier than I cared to admit.

  I left the bedroom and headed through to the kitchen where I last remembered putting my keys down. I tiptoed around, searching for them as I pulled on my shoes, and I spotted the glint of my keys on the counter when I heard a voice come from behind me.

  “Nina?”

  I turned, and my stomach dropped when I saw Erin standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, and watching me as I snuck through her apartment like the bogeyman. I managed to plaster a smile on my face and wracked my brain for an explanation for what I was doing here first thing in the morning.

  “Oh, hello!” I greeted her as perkily as I could. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just forgot my keys here last night, so I needed to come and get them!”

  I held up the keys in my hands and hoped to all things good and pure that it would be enough to convince her that my story was true. She frowned at me for a moment, but then she shrugged and took a seat on the couch.

  “Okay,” she replied, and I stood there awkwardly, not sure if I should make a bolt for the door or wait for Logan now that Erin had caught me in the act. But a second later, the decision was made for me as Logan emerged from the bedroom, rubbing the heel of his hand over his face. He stopped dead when he saw me in the kitchen, and he looked over at Erin, who beamed at him.

  “Nina left her keys last night,” she told her father, and Logan nodded slowly.

  “Yeah, that’s right, you did.” He turned back to me.

  “I was just going to go,” I assured him swiftly. “I don’t want to—”

  “Can’t you stay for breakfast?” Erin asked enthusiastically, suddenly jumping to her feet and clapping her hands together. “You could make her your pancakes, Daddy.”

  “Pancakes?” My ears pricked up. Even though I knew I should have been out of there already, my stomach was growling, and if Erin already knew I was there, I didn’t see why I shouldn’t take advantage of what was on offer.

  Logan planted his hands on his hips, and I could see the same thing was running through his head—why would he kick me out now since the only good reason to have me out on my ass was already looking straight at me with a big smile on her face?

  “I guess you could stay.” He turned his attention to me. “Do you think you could help Erin get ready for school?”

  “Uh, what would I need for that?” I furrowed my brow.

  “There’s a list next to her bed of everything she needs by day.” He waved his hand. “If you just go through it with her, she’ll be able to find everything.”

  “As long as there are pancakes at the end of it, I guess you could convince me.” I grinned at him, and he cocked an eyebrow.

  “And mine are the best,” he assured me. “Isn’t that right, Erin?”

  “The very best,” she agreed, and she made her way through to the bedroom. I followed her and tried not to think about how fucking surreal this was.

  I went through everything that Erin was going to need for her day at school—there was so much it didn’t surprise me that Logan needed a list to keep a handle on all of it. But she bounced around happily, grabbing everything she needed as she went.

  “Daddy never has other people over for breakfast,” she told me happily as she packed. “He makes the best breakfasts. You’ll see.”

  “I’ll bet he does,” I agreed. I could already smell the scent of the pancakes wafting through from the kitchen, and what Erin had just said to me really began to sink in. He had never had anyone stay the night like this before. Or at least, he had been quick to clear them out before his daughter woke up. Not that I blamed him—it was a lot to take in for a girl her age, even if she had no idea that I had stayed the night in her father’s bed. But he had allowed me to stick around for breakfast. Hell, he had let me stay the night. He could have cleared me out right after we hooked up, and I would have understood his reasoning, but he seemed happy to let me stay, to fall asleep spooning me. What was that about?

  Erin got ready in a rush, chatting to me the whole time about exactly what she would be using everything for at school. Normally, I would have found that kind of chatter nothing but annoying, but I had to admit Erin was seriously endearing. I could
see why Ant doted on her so much, why she was always telling me about her. She was sweet and full of energy, and there was a sincerity to her that you couldn’t help but find charming.

  We headed back through to the living room just as Logan was putting breakfast on the table; Erin tucked her hand into mine to lead me the rest of the way, and I felt a little jolt in my chest when I realized what she was doing, and another when it clicked just how natural it felt for her to do it.

  “You girls all ready?” Logan asked with a smile, and I practically swooned when I laid eyes on him again; he was wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong forearms, and his hair was a little crumpled from sleep but somehow all the sexier for it. And even better, on the table before us, there was a big stack of fluffy pancakes, along with some syrup. My stomach growled happily as I took my seat, and Erin bounced up into hers and started to tuck in at once.

  “Hey, hey, slow down there,” Logan chuckled, tapping his daughter on the chin. “There’s going to be plenty for all of us, alright?”

  “But you always eat them so quickly,” she protested, and I burst out laughing and raised my eyebrows at him.

  “Is that so?” I teased, and he rolled his eyes and started serving a couple up for me.

  “I guess she’s not wrong,” he admitted, and I added some syrup to my plate and then took a bite. I could feel him watching me, even if he was pretending that he wasn’t, waiting for my reaction. As soon as the first bite hit my tongue, I practically rolled my eyes to the back of my head and let out a groan of delight.

  “Oh, my God, these are so good,” I murmured, and I started totally stuffing my face with them. “I can’t remember the last time someone cooked me pancakes.”