by Marie Harte
She moaned, and when he cupped her breasts again, she told him. In detail. “I want you to suck my clit into that amazing mouth. Eat me out, Brody. Make me come. Then let me suck you down. Sixty-nine. I want to kiss you and make you all better. You’re so big and thick. And I bet you’ll be nice and sweet when you come down my throat.”
He shuddered under her, and she took advantage of the heavy silence to scrape her nails over his nipples.
“Fuck.” He hurried and moved her to the side. “Strip. Now.” They raced to tear off their clothes. He took a condom out of his jeans pocket but didn’t bother donning it. “If we’re using mouths… I want you to take me raw, baby. Just you and me. No barriers. I’m clean. That’s something I won’t lie about.”
She believed him. One thing Brody wouldn’t do was put her in any kind of jeopardy. She still got goose bumps knowing he’d been celibate for so long because of her. “Me too.”
He smiled, and the warmth in that grin turned her heart inside out. “I know.” His smile turned mean. “Now do what I tell you. Turn around and put that pussy over my lips. Then take my fat cock in your mouth and suck me dry.”
She’d always been a sucker for dirty talk, and Brody could have made a career out of his own 1-900 number. “I’m really wet.”
“Don’t brag. Just get over here,” he barked and lay down on the couch.
Though ugly as sin, the couch was surprisingly comfortable and extra wide, a throwback to the eighties or nineties with a plaid pattern from hell. But she’d never been so grateful for the extra space. Abby joined him as instructed and stared down at his thick shaft, moist at the tip.
She shivered to realize she’d made him this way, that his desire was real. For her.
Then she stopped thinking, because he drew her down to his mouth and started to feast.
“Brody,” she moaned and took his shaft in hand. He jerked but continued to lick her, sucking in intervals that told her if she didn’t hurry, she’d come without him.
She licked the tip of him before sliding her mouth over his crown. He moaned and arched up, and intensified his suction over her clit. He didn’t give her warning before he thrust a finger inside her. Then another. Thrusting deep while he worked her taut nub.
Losing her mind, she sucked harder and cupped his balls. Rubbing the soft yet firm sac while she grazed the inside of his strong thighs with her nails.
Brody went crazy. So she did it again. She couldn’t get all of him inside her mouth, but she did her best, sucking at least half of him with long, deep draws.
He pulled his mouth away and warned in a low rasp, “I’m gonna come, Abby. Down your throat, baby. Swallow me down and come with me. All over my mouth,” he moaned and returned to her flesh.
She gave him the same intensity, caught in the maelstrom of sensation and feeling. Her heart beat not just for the physical release, but for the emotional catharsis of desire and need long denied.
Brody Singer writhed for her. She had power, as much as he did as he consumed her. And then he removed his fingers and gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her cheeks wider as he ground his lips and teeth against her clit, sucking impossibly deep.
She drew down and nearly gagged herself on him, bobbing in time with his rhythm. He groaned and released into her mouth at the same time she climaxed, the rush of desire overwhelming.
She continued to swallow him until he gave no more, and she took her mouth away, dimly realizing he’d pushed her up. She should have been embarrassed at the thought of nearly smothering him. And for a half second she was, but then he pulled her around and hugged her to him.
“Jesus Christ, Abby. I go away for a few days and you nearly kill me with that mouth. Go easy or I might die from the orgasms.” He chuckled weakly. “Oh man, I don’t think I can move. You literally blew my mind. Holy shit.”
He swore a few more times, and she felt like a queen.
“You okay?” he asked after a few moments of peaceful silence.
“Mmm.” To her astonishment, he still seemed half hard. “Brody?”
“You taste good.”
“Ah, okay.”
“What do I taste like?”
She pushed up on her elbows and stared down at him, loving that sleepy, satisfied look she’d put there. “Are we really having this conversation?”
“Yeah. I mean, some women don’t like to give blow jobs because they say guys are funky. And I know women are the same way. You’re not funky. At all. You’re so fucking sweet. I could eat you for hours.”
“Good to know,” she ended in a squeak.
“Oh my God. You’re blushing? After you sucked me like a Hoover?”
She groaned and dropped her forehead to his chest.
His rumble of laughter made their joining all the better. Imagine having sex and liking the afterplay. Brody didn’t make her feel dirty. He encouraged the sexual talk, the non-missionary position. And wonder of wonders, he seemed to be gearing up for more than one shot.
“Well?” he asked.
“Well what?”
He blew out a breath. “It’s a good thing you’re amazing in bed, because you can’t hold a thought. What do I taste like?”
“You taste good, okay? Geez, I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”
“What? None of your exes ever asked? Or are you a virgin? Was I your first? Abby, I’m so thrilled.”
She lifted her head and tugged on one of his chest hairs.
“Ow.”
“No, I never discussed the taste of a man’s sperm with him. For your information, there haven’t been that many guys. But the ones there were, well, I just did it. They didn’t want a blow by blow afterward.”
He looked at her. “So how many blows we talkin’? By my count, that’s like three you just mentioned.” He grinned at her, his expression almost boyish. “You are so red right now.”
She leaned down and bit his nipple. But instead of groaning in pain, he reached for her shoulders and demanded she do it again.
“Really?” She kissed him, wanting to lick the sting away.
“Oh yeah. I like that. My nipples are sensitive. Like my cock.” He wiggled his brows. “So feel free to ‘blow by blow me’ again.”
She chuckled. “You’re fun. I hadn’t expected that.”
He linked his hands behind his head and stared up at her. “What did you think sex with me would be like? Because you know you’ve been thinking about it since we first met.”
“Your ego has no limits, does it?”
“Nope.” He grinned again, and she caught a slight dimple.
“I bet you were a handful when you were a kid.”
His smile faltered for a second before his grin grew broader. “You have no idea.”
She wanted to know why a reference to his childhood would make him pause, how a six-year-old boy with the last name of Singer could suddenly be living with the McCauleys. Had his parents passed away? Why then had the McCauleys not adopted him? They loved him and treated him like one of their own.
But the caution in his gaze warned her now was not the time.
“Well…to answer your question, I thought sex with you would be intense. You’d come, I’d come, then you’d light out of bed so fast my head would spin. But you’re, I don’t know, fun.”
“So are you.”
She shook her head. “I’m neurotic most of the time. We have some incredible chemistry, otherwise you’d probably be running for the door.” She tried to come across as joking, but it must have fallen flat because his grin faded.
“Why do you do that?”
“What?”
“Put yourself down. I’ve heard you before with your friends. You’re smart, sexy, funny, and God, you rocked my world three times now. Why the hell would you ever think you’re not good enough?”
She
just stared at him, not sure what to say. “Um, well, I was joking.”
He looked down his nose at her. “Uh-huh.”
“Hey, I gave you a hand job at a party. I’m sure of myself.”
“You were drunk. Look. You have no reason not to talk to me. We both agreed to keep everything that happens between us between us.” He paused. “Flynn tried forcing the truth out of me earlier.”
“Oh? Did he use pliers and threats of violence?”
“He tried tricking me, but that boy needs to get up pretty early to get one over on Brody Singer.”
“And then he refers to himself in the third person. Classic narcissist.”
He laughed.
Despite not wanting to talk about her insecurities, she liked knowing she’d brought him amusement. She hadn’t liked that vulnerability in his gaze before.
“You’re funny, too. Did I tell you that?” he asked. “Gimme a kiss.”
“Only if you stop trying to psychoanalyze me.”
“Fine. Just tell me if your poor self-image is because of that dickhead Kevin.”
She froze. How—?
“Didn’t think I knew about him, huh? Well, you’re not the only one who can eavesdrop on your neighbors.”
The blood drained from her face. “Wh-what do you mean?”
He smiled like the Cheshire cat. “I knew you used to listen to us on card night. The little voyeur next door with the hot bod. No, I never told the guys. Instead, I used Mike’s open window policy to listen in on you, girlie.”
“What?”
“Yeah. That’s right. I know that Kevin was an asshole who treated you like shit. Vanessa’s words, not mine. And that he was never good enough for you. I also know you like looking at my ass.”
She sputtered. Trust Brody to have only half of it right. “For your information, Vanessa doesn’t know everything.”
“Not according to her.”
She snorted. “And according to her, you’re a doofus who has eyes for me. So is she wrong?”
“Nope.”
She hadn’t expected that. “Huh?”
“Look. I’ll say it straight out. You’re hot. Just my type.”
“I’m not hot.”
“Yes, you are. You have huge tits.”
“Breasts.”
“A tiny waist, long dark hair that hits you nearly to your waist. And that mouth. I have wet dreams about that mouth.”
Talk about a boost to the ego. And he wasn’t done.
He focused on her lips. “I used to beat off to that mouth. You and your smart-alecky responses. I’d imagine you saying something obnoxious, and then I’d make you apologize. On your knees. I’d hold my cock to your lips and you’d lick me, then suck me like you did tonight.”
She bit her lip, and he groaned and dragged his hands out from behind his head to hold her waist, grinding up into her.
“Yeah, that. When you bite your lower lip. That is so sexy.” He rocked into her, and she leaned down to kiss the impossible man who seemed to like everything about her. He knew she wrote books about love and sex and didn’t mind. And he liked a little kink. Oh man, she could totally, absolutely, fall for Brody if she wasn’t careful.
He stabbed his tongue into her mouth and licked her, retreating and pushing forward in a rhythm he soon echoed with the rest of his body. When he angled against her and the head of him slipped inside, she knew she should stop him, should demand he put on a condom. And then his kiss deepened and he slid inside her fully. Skin to skin, no protection.
He gripped her hips and dragged her up and down over him, his movements spiraling out of control. He pulled back from the kiss. “You feel so good. So damn good, Abby.” He nipped her throat and sucked hard, moving her with greater ferocity as he plunged into her again and again.
And he did feel amazing. So big, filling her up. She didn’t want to put a halt to anything but her next orgasm. But the thought of a little Brody reared its head. She wanted someday to be a mother, but not yet.
Before she could remind him to use a condom, he swore and moved her completely off him. Then he brought her back down, so that she rested against the base of his cock. He groaned, and she looked between them to see him spill all over his belly in one sexy hot mess.
“Oh shit. Abby.” He continued to pulse and moan her name until there was nothing left. He blinked up at her and flushed. “Damn. I didn’t mean to… I mean, being inside you like that. I just… I lost it. I’m so sorry.”
She studied him, seeing the remorse and knowing how serious things might have been had he not had the presence of mind to withdraw. She sighed and stared down at him. “I could have stopped you. If I’d said no at any point, you wouldn’t have continued.”
He exhaled heavily. “Yeah, but I never should have put you in that position. Fuck, I’m sorry.” Then he blinked up at her. “You didn’t come, did you?”
“I… Well, no.”
“We need to fix that.” Before she could shriek her shock at his manhandling, he had her on her back on the couch as he hunkered over her belly and pushed her thighs wider. He leaned down to grab his sweatshirt and wiped his belly clean, then he returned to her. “Now where were we?”
Concerned that the moment was lost and she’d take forever to come, as normally happened with a man after he’d had his fill, she tried to shrug Brody off. “It’s okay. You don’t have to—oh.”
He loved her body as if worshipping at a temple. Kisses and strokes, fingers in places she never would have imagined could be erogenous zones. He managed to trigger her hot spots and took his time about it. A kiss to the back of her knee, running his hands up and down her ribs, tugging at her nipples while he sucked her clit into a hard little bead.
And then he pinched her nipple and nipped her clit, and she fell headlong into ecstasy.
She cried out as she came, and he lapped her up like a great big cat. His tongue must have been tired, but Brody continued to caress her until she calmed down. Then he gave her a final kiss and cuddled with her on the couch.
She sighed, worn out. “This would be better on a bed.”
“Yeah. Next time. And I promise, condoms all the way. Unless you’re loving my giant manliness with your mouth.”
She giggled, which told her how tired she was. She only gave that high-pitched laugh when drunk or exhausted. “Next time, huh?”
“Abby, please. I’m all about literary development. We haven’t been anywhere near that D/s kink you mentioned. Honey, I would be a complete louse if I didn’t at least offer my services.”
“God. I don’t think I can move, and I need to get home. And then you’re tempting me with more sex. Can I survive you?” she teased, but inside, she meant that question on a deeper level.
Unlike Kevin, Brody was well liked by her friends. Even Vanessa tolerated him, and she hadn’t liked Kevin at all. Not even from the beginning. Brody could be so sweet, telling Abby how great she was, not to be so down on herself. And he seemed to respect her work. The sex… My God, the sex. He wanted more, and so did she. But she feared she would confuse love with lust. With Brody, it would be way too easy. She had a bad feeling she’d already started the trip downhill.
“Abby, I’m totally survivable. I’m easy.”
“So it says on the bathroom walls.”
“Hey.” He tickled her, and she retaliated by tickling him. Then they were laughing and teasing while trying to come up with excuses for her to stay the night.
In the end, she knew her roommates would see right through her. And she needed some distance from a man she had no business falling for. Though Brody might not realize it, he was way out of her league.
“Oh, come on.” He whined as he remained naked and watched her dress. “You really packed your stuff?” Her bags sat in the corner near the front door.
“Yes, I really did. I�
�ve done my part with the dog. I’m working on your website, and you’ve already agreed to help me ‘research.’”
“The website.” He pounced. “We need to work on that. I’m losing clients without a web presence.”
“And who’s been telling you that for months?” she asked waspishly. “Now I have to go. My car is in front of the house. I’m ready to face my nosy roommates if they’re still up.” She groaned at the clock. “It’s nearly midnight. They’ll want to know what I was up to.”
“So tell them you sucked the most amazing cock you’ve ever handled in your life. They’ll understand.”
She snickered. “You’re so bad.”
“And yet so good.” He walked up to her, his big naked self, and hugged her tight. “You smell so good all the time. Even after sweaty sex, you smell like flowers.”
She hugged him back. Why did he have to keep saying such wonderful things? “Hey. I have to go. But I tell you what. I’ll see you…Sunday?”
He let her go when she wriggled, his expression one she couldn’t read. No wonder he often won at cards. Between his cheating ways, his poker face, and his sheer luck with anything involving money—according to Flynn—the man was a triple threat.
“Okay?” she asked, her voice soft.
“Sunday’s good.” He gave her a sly grin. “I’ll have some toys for you to play with.”
“I was thinking we could talk about your website.” She smacked at a wandering hand too close to her boob. “Brody.”
“Abby,” he mimicked. “Fine.” He sighed. “Sunday. But I want to have some fun. And if it’s not gonna be in bed, then it’s bowling.”
She frowned. “Bowling?”
“Yeah. I’ll text you directions. Let’s say, three?”
“I guess that’ll work.”
He nodded.
Her gaze strayed to his chest and continued down the fine line of blond hair to his amazing lower body, and in particular, his cock. Even flaccid the thing was huge.
“Hello? Abby? My eyes are up here,” he said with mock indignation and pointed at his face.
“Ack. I’m leaving.”