It had been right around then that Brady had swooped in from God knows where and announced she would travel with him, Conner and Jess. She was annoyed by his highhandedness, but if she’d refused his offer it would’ve looked strange, especially considering they were partners in this promo campaign. The thought of being cooped up for hours with Brady made her heart race, and she wasn’t sure if it was in a good or a bad way. She couldn’t afford to let Brady get too close.
“I’ll stay in the Airstream with Conner and Jess at the next event. Nelson offered to put me up again but if I keep taking him up on it the guys’ll start in on me. You’ll have a room, so if we wanna be alone I’ll just stay with you.” He flashed a quick grin and then went on. “The event’s in Tulsa, which is about an eleven-hour drive if we don’t stop much. Basically, you should be prepared to drive all day. That’s the tour, sugar.” He shrugged.
“Do you guys want me to do some of the driving? I’ve never driven a truck with a trailer before but on the open road I probably could.”
He smiled. “Conner and I’ll handle it.”
“Afraid to let me near your precious truck?”
“Kinda, yeah. No offense, sugar, but a truck is an extension of the man. I don’t even let Jess drive it, and she grew up on a ranch. Plus, I gotta protect my trailer. It’s a classic. Conner has a trailer too, though his is more conventional. We already put a ton of miles on his earlier in the season and now it’s my turn.” Reaching the front of the arena, they then caught a cab, and once they were settled Brady leaned over. “I can practically feel your warm, wet mouth wrapped around my dick already. Fuck! I wish there was one of those privacy screens. I’ve always wanted to get blown in the back of a taxi.”
His eyes had darkened with arousal and she swallowed thickly. She’d never been with a man who spoke so plainly about sex before, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. What did he want her to say? Reaching up and dragging his thumb over her bottom lip, he then dipped it into her mouth. “Suck it.” Her lips closed around the digit and he moaned. Removing his thumb, he ran the tips of his work-roughened fingers over her cheek and urged her toward him. Brady brushed her lips with his lightly and then nibbled at them. Pulling back a little, he stared at her intently. “I’d better stop that or I just might throw you down and fuck you right here. Darlin’, I’m gonna work you over good. By the time I’m done you’re gonna want to sleep for a year.” He paused and cocked his head. “How many times has a man made you come in one night?”
She considered for a moment. “Only once.”
He snorted. “That record will get shattered tonight. Guaran-fuckin-teed.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah, baby. I’m gonna make you scream.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss as the cab pulled into the hotel’s drive. “Your room again.” He practically dragged her to the elevator, and when the doors closed he pressed her against the back wall, attacking her neck while he palmed her butt in his big hands. She felt his insistent hardness as he thrust his hips into her pelvis. Liquid heat pooled in her belly and she grabbed at handfuls of his shirt as he continued to lick and suck at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
The elevator dinged and he pulled her out. “Give me your key.” She reached into her bag, handing it to him. He opened her door and walked in ahead of her. Flipping on a light, he turned back to her, taking her purse and setting it on the armoire. “Kneel.” Her sense of feminism warred with the fact the note of steel in his tone excited her. “Don’t make me repeat myself, darlin’.” She sank to her knees and heard a faint growl. “Good girl.”
“I’m not a dog,” she ground out.
He ran his forefinger from her temple to her jaw. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. He was already breathing hard, obviously struggling to maintain control. “Unbuckle my belt and pull it out of my pants.” She reached up and did as he said. He took it from her and set it on the armoire near her purse. “Now undo my jeans and take out my cock.” Deciding to tease him a little bit, she undid the button but took her time with the zipper. Slowly dragging it down, she watched the play of emotions on his face. “You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he warned her. “I’m hanging on by a thread here. Get it done.”
She finished with his zipper and tugged his jeans and briefs down over his tightly muscled ass. His cock sprang free, rigid and curving up toward his stomach. “Put it in your mouth,” he ground out. “Suck it. Now. All of it. I wanna feel my dick so far back in your throat you can lick my balls.”
She very much doubted she was capable of that, but took him in her mouth and bobbed up and down, using her saliva to ease the way. He bit out a curse as he watched her. After a few passes she was able to take a little more of him but nowhere near his entire length. She pulled back. “I can’t take all of you.”
“Yes, you can. Relax your throat and breathe outta your nose.” Still doubtful, she tried again. Purposely opening her throat as much as she could, she took a breath in through her nose and took more of him. “Fuck, yeah, sugar, that’s hot. Suck that cock.”
Normally hearing a man talk to her like that would raise her hackles, but with him it just turned her on more. She knew he wasn’t belittling her. It was his way of telling her she was pleasing him. Leah understood that and the more he talked, the more she wanted to please him. It was uncanny the way this man could turn her inside out with a few words.
Leah looked down her nose and saw there was a lot of him she still wasn’t able to take. She whimpered in frustration and he gasped in reaction. “Do that again.” She did and he moaned long and low. “Again…dammit!” He twisted his hands in her hair and began to push in and out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait. I have to fuck,” he gasped. She just concentrated on keeping some sort of suction and holding on. His thrusts became faster and less controlled. “Here it comes, sugar, swallow it.”
With that, his head fell back and he surged up onto his toes. His penis swelled in her mouth and she felt the first spurt of his seed. She began to convulsively swallow as jet after jet left the head of his cock. He groaned from deep in his chest as he emptied himself into her mouth. Finally, he pulled her off him and staggered backward, landing on the bed and collapsing onto his back, still fully clothed save for his jeans, which hung at mid-thigh.
She lay down next to him and smoothed his hair back off his forehead. A ghost of a smile appeared. “I got the better end of that deal,” he said, turning his head and looking at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “I’ll make it up to you, darlin’. I promise you that.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she told him, surprised by the tender feelings assaulting her. They’d just shared an intense sexual experience and yet here she was, stroking his face and planting little kisses all over it. What was up with that? She shook her head to dispel her foolish thoughts and rose. “I’ll be right back.” He nodded, closing his eyes. She escaped to the bathroom and gripped the bathroom counter, staring at herself in the mirror.
Stop acting like a lovesick schoolgirl. Neither one of you is interested in a relationship. He wouldn’t want someone like you anyway. You’re just having some fun, blowing off steam while you’re doing this tour. After it’s over you need to focus on what’s really important—your skating. Nothing can distract you from that goal. Nothing.
Chapter Eight
Brady sat up, pulling off his boots and socks and then his jeans and briefs, tossing them on the chair next to the bed. His shirt flew in the same general direction. Next he checked his leg out again and saw there was a hoof-shaped bruise there. It was turning all sorts of colors and he hoped Leah didn’t freak when she saw it. He rose to go to his jeans for condoms. Taking out a fresh supply, he threw them on the nightstand and waited for Leah to emerge from the bathroom.
Finally, she did, smiling at him. “All ready for me, I see.” Her gaze dropped to his leg. “Does it hurt?”
“Nah. The doc gave me some pain pill
s and a numbing shot. Now why don’t you lie down here on the bed and let me undress you so I can have some fun?”
At first she looked dubious, but relented and sat. “That sounds like an excellent way to pass the time,” she teased him, scooting up on the bed and lying back.
“Pass the time? I would hope sex with me is more than a way to pass the time, sugar.” She giggled. “If you’re gonna be that way, fine.” He dropped on top of her, attacking the side of her neck with little love bites while he tickled her. She shrieked and tried to push him away. “Are you gonna be a good girl?” He continued to torture her as she twisted and turned in his arms.
“Brady! Stop!”
“I said, are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Fine, I’ll be a good girl, just stop tickling me.”
“Say, ‘Brady, give me your cock, please’,” he ordered her.
“Brady, come on—”
He tickled her again. “Say it.” He loved making this classy, chic woman go wild and say and do things he knew she never would if she wasn’t with him. Just the thought that the word “cock” had probably never crossed her lips before, but she was going to say the word now, just for him, made his dick even harder.
“Brady—”
He heard the warning tone in her voice but refused to let up. Tightening his thighs around her to hold her in place, he began to tickle her again. “Say it. Say, ‘Brady, give me your cock, please’. I wanna hear you say it. I wanna hear those words come out of that sophisticated society mouth and I’ll stop.”
She was panting, trying to draw breath through her gales of laughter. “Fine,” she gasped. “But stop first.” Another gasp. “I can’t breathe.” He stopped and rose, still straddling her, and looked down, arms folded across his chest.
“Say it.”
“Hang on.” He smiled at her obvious annoyance, knowing soon she’d be anything but annoyed. He couldn’t wait to sink his tongue into her pussy and lap up every bit of the sweet honey.
She started to turn her head, but he grabbed her chin. “Look at me when you say it.”
Letting out a little mewl of protest, she said in a flat tone, “Brady, give me your cock. Satisfied?”
“Not even close. Say it like you mean it.”
“Brady!”
He still had a hold of her face and leaned down, staring into her eyes. “Like. You. Mean. It.”
She licked her lips and it took every ounce of self-control for him to stay where he was rather than following the path of her tongue with his. More quietly, she repeated, her eyes hot and needy, “Brady, give me your cock.”
He immediately captured her lips in a hot, deep kiss. He could taste a little of himself on her tongue and it only revved him more. This woman drove him to the very edge. It both excited and scared the shit outta him. The sex last night had been phenomenal, and he knew tonight would be even better. Even when they weren’t having sex he liked just watching her. Couldn’t keep his eyes off her, really. But this obsession with her—it would wane. It always did. After a few more weeks she would go back to her life and he would go back to his. No harm, no foul. So why did the thought of never seeing her again make his insides twist up like an ornery bull had just trampled him?
Shaking his head to rid it of the morose turn his thoughts were taking, he began to undo the snaps on her Western-style blouse. He parted the two sides and scooted down her body so he could rain little kisses on her torso. The front clasp of her lacy dark-blue bra fell away with a click and her soft, small breasts spilled out into his hands. Cupping them, he began to roll her already-hard berry-colored nipples between his fingers, then plumped one breast up.
Taking it into the heat of his mouth, he suckled while he continued his attentions on the other nipple with his fingers. She grabbed his head and pulled him farther onto her breast, arching her back and moaning. He moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment before leaning back, pulling her up to sit, and discarding her shirt and bra, tossing them to the same chair where his jeans were.
He moved to the foot of the bed and removed the rest of her clothes, then began to kiss and lick his way up one long, muscular leg. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he ignored the slick heat radiating from her pussy and instead picked up her other leg, doing much the same to it. Only then did he allow himself to slide his hands underneath her ass, lifting her so he could feast on the delectable buffet.
Taking a long, slow lick from bottom to top, he felt Leah shudder and couldn’t hold back a smug smile. He wanted to make her come totally apart in his arms, to lose every bit of decorum and breeding she possessed because he’d driven her to distraction with his touch.
Settling in, he continued to sample her delights. When she tried to grab his head to guide him, he stopped and looked up at her. “Put your arms above your head and grab the headboard.”
“What?”
“I wanna have some fun. Put your arms above your head and leave them there.”
She gave an impatient huff. “You’re awfully bossy.”
He grinned in response. “Yeah, but I doubt you’re gonna care in a few minutes. Come on, Leah, just play along.”
Raising her hands, she did as he asked, and he lowered his head again, immediately stabbing his tongue into the entrance of her pussy. “Oh God, Brady, that feels so good,” she cried, letting out a low moan.
He pulled back long enough to say, “Told you so. Trust me. Let me make you feel good.”
“Trust doesn’t come easy to me.”
“I know, baby, I know.”
Turning back to her pussy, Brady thrust his tongue in and out of her channel to simulate intercourse and felt her walls contracting around him. His hands wound around her hips and up to her breasts, where he squeezed, kneading and pulling. Remembering she’d seemed to enjoy it when he’d given her those few spanks earlier, he pinched her nipples to see how she’d react to the little edge of pain. She hissed and her back arched, so he did it again, a little harder this time, while still tonguing her pussy and watching her reaction. Her back arched even higher and her pussy flooded with juices.
Knowing his control was slipping even further, he doubled his efforts to get her off. With one hand still on her breast, he plunged one finger of his other hand into her pussy and wet it with her juices. Taking her clit into his mouth, he brought his slickened digit back to her rear channel and pressed just a little, just enough to let her know he was there. Her gaze flew to his and he pulled back again. “Trust me.”
She bit her lip. “Okay.”
As he continued to gently suck on her clit, her eyes drifted shut again, and he slowly pressed into her ass, just up to the first knuckle. Bringing more of her clit into his mouth, he sucked harder and then pushed his finger in farther. He wiggled it the slightest bit and withdrew, then moved back in. Removing his other hand from her breast, he plunged two fingers into her pussy and pulled on her clit with his teeth.
Leah cried out and gripped the headboard so hard it started to shake with the force. He didn’t let up, fucking her pussy and ass with his fingers while he sucked on her nub. She began to spasm convulsively and he rode her out. Finally she pushed his head away and he retreated, sitting back on his haunches for a bit before going to the bathroom to wash his hands and get the supplies he’d need for the next part of the night.
When he returned to Leah’s side, she was lying on the bed staring into space with a faraway expression. He sat and ran his hand down her face, caressing the back of her neck. “You okay?”
She turned to him. “Yeah. Just…wow. That was…really good. I didn’t expect to like that.”
He gave her an amused smile. She hadn’t seen anything yet. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Leah gave an unladylike snort. “Um, yeah, just a little. I’m guessing even guests on other floors know I enjoyed myself.” She looked down, blushing, and he squeezed the muscles that had gone taut under his hand.
“Who cares? They’re jus
t jealous.”
Leah laughed then and he smiled. He didn’t want her self-conscious about her reactions or she’d never be relaxed enough for what he had planned next. Leaning down, he sank into her mouth and teased her tongue with the tip of his. She giggled, pulling away from him. Climbing on top of her, he let his tongue search her mouth intimately, dragging a moan from her as she ran her hands up his chest and settled them around his neck.
He moved his head to get a better angle and she grabbed his hair to bring him closer. The little pangs of pleasure-pain from her insistent tugging just ratcheted up his want even more. Tearing his mouth from hers, his pulse began to thunder as his gaze swept down her naked form, taking in her beaded nipples and slick, dewy pussy just waiting for more of his attentions. The skin of her chest and neck was flushed with her desire and he couldn’t wait to make her scream his name.
She smiled up at him. “What?”
“You are so freakin’ gorgeous, darlin’. You make my dick hard.”
“I see that.” Her small, pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and he groaned.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Lick your lips like my cock is a lollypop and you’re a sugar addict. I’m liable to put it in your mouth again, even though I’ve got other ideas for where I want it right about now.”
Leah bent one knee and ran her foot up the back of his calf. “Like where?”
Brady swore and pushed her legs wide, forcing his way between them. Leaning up to grab a condom from the nightstand, he then quickly rolled it on before positioning the head of his dick at the entrance to her pussy. He stared at her, thrusting in with one smooth slide. “Here.”
“Oh…”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “If that’s all you have to say—” He pulled all the way out.
Her eyes opened wide and she tried to raise her hips to draw him back in. “Stop teasing me, Brady.”
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