Okay, then. She could only assume that meant she was getting more of him but in a different manner than how she’d already had him. And that was confirmed when he turned and walked away.
Totally freaking naked.
Damn. Those sexy lower back dimples did not even do the rest of his backside justice. A perfectly muscular ass sculpted by running, push-ups, sit-ups and who knew what else.
Had she won the man candy lottery? Won a stud jackpot? Won badass bingo? She had to have won something for this to be happening.
She held her breath as she heard him run up the steps.
Run. Up. The. Steps.
Naked. With an erection.
That had to hurt.
She was also sorry she missed the show.
But she made sure not to miss him returning. Gloriously naked. His erection bobbing wildly with each long and determined stride back to her.
Within his fingers, he carried the reason he ran upstairs. A necessity to take this further.
As he stood tall at the end of the table, she cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over the pointed tips. They ached once again for his touch, his mouth and his teeth. But the ache deep inside her was much stronger. She needed him there, too.
She hadn’t wanted a man so badly since...
Never.
While she had loved Kevin, she had never gotten this wet for him. She had never desired him to the point of thinking she might die unless she had him.
Maybe it was because this morning they were taking their time getting to the main event. This wasn’t a typical crawl into bed, have sex, and then go to sleep deal.
Or maybe it was because Brick knew what he was doing.
The sex with Kevin hadn’t been bad. It had been comfortable.
Nothing Brick had done so far had been exactly comfortable. In fact, it had been the opposite. He had pushed her boundaries. Not a lot, but enough for her to realize there was so much more she could explore. More she could learn about herself. Even at thirty-three. Even after being with seven men.
And since she wouldn’t get a chance to explore it all with Brick in the short amount of time they had together, she would do her damnedest to find the right man in the future to take that journey with her. No more rushing into relationships because she thought that was where she should be at this point in her life.
No more settling because she thought it was time to settle.
Brick was proof settling wasn’t for everyone. He enjoyed a buffet instead of the same meal night after night.
Could the saying “variety is the spice of life” also be true when it came to sexual encounters? Maybe she’d have to consult with her sex therapist sister.
The tear of the condom wrapper brought her back to the moment. He slightly dipped his head for only a second before lifting it again and catching her eyes as he rolled the condom all the way to the thick root.
How could that simple action send heat surging through her?
Once he was done, she expected him to step forward. To stand at the end of the table. To take her on that table the same way he had while he “ate.” But he surprised her by pulling the chair away and sitting in it instead.
“Londyn.”
She rose to her forearms when he said her name. His voice, huskier than she was used to hearing, caused goosebumps along her heated skin.
Damn. He was so unbelievably handsome.
And, of course, he looked not only natural, but comfortable in his own skin, simply sitting naked in a kitchen chair. “Come here.”
Those two words—two simple words and the way he said them—caused a gush of wetness.
She knew what he wanted. “You expect that chair to hold the two of us?”
Not only was his voice huskier than normal, but so was hers.
“Come here.” Again a demand, not a suggestion.
But still... “The chair—”
“If you’re worried, you’re tall enough so you won’t have to put all your weight on me.”
True. “You’ll cushion my fall if it breaks,” she warned. “You could die.”
“It’s not going to break.”
“But—”
“Prove me wrong.”
Damn. His confidence was sexy as hell. She was sure her hesitation was not.
Why was she hesitating anyway? Screw it. If Brick was crushed to death, he knew the risk when he sat in the chair and invited her to join him.
“If you insist,” she mumbled, pretending what she was about to do was a sacrifice when it was anything but.
When he held out his hand, she only considered it for a fleeting moment before placing hers in his. He helped pull her off the table until she stood in front of him.
It was the strangest feeling, just standing naked in a kitchen. Her whole life, she never flaunted her body. She was only naked when she needed to be. Showers, changing clothes, sex. And sometimes not even then.
She learned to hide or camouflage the parts of her she hated the most.
But the way he was looking at her right now... It chased away any instinct to cover herself.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, squeezing her hand and pulling her forward.
Those words, which sounded genuine, helped, too.
“Have you seen yourself?” she whispered.
He grinned and tipped his head toward his lap. “Yeah. I see how hard I am for you.”
Okay, not quite romantic, but still very hot.
He placed the hand he was holding on his shoulder and waited.
She pulled a slow breath in through her nose and quietly released it between just barely open lips. And then she moved.
Straddling his thighs proved to be difficult at first because not only did he have thick ones, he had his knees apart and his feet planted on the floor.
His hands held her hips as she shifted enough to where she fit. They fit. Then his fingertips pressed into her, she assumed as encouragement. Or a way to tell her to hurry.
But she wasn’t rushing this. She was going to savor every damn second.
Brick was her unicorn, and this would be a ride of her lifetime.
“Londyn... anytime now before you truly fucking kill me and not from the chair collapsing.”
She swallowed down the apprehension of them taking this irreversible step. One they wouldn’t be able to erase if things went wrong. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Line me up.” Again, a demand and not a suggestion.
Well, that answered that.
She closed her eyes for only a second before opening them and meeting his, which seemed hyper-focused on her. When she noticed a muscle tick in his jaw, she realized this had to be torture for him. She reached between them, wrapped a couple fingers around his hot, hard length and once she had the tip right where it needed to be, he pushed her down using her hips.
She made sure to plant her bare feet on the tile floor, giving her total control of the depth and speed, before taking her time lowering herself all the way down. Little by little he filled her, stretched her. And the more he did, the more she got the urge to wildly ride him. To just take what she wanted from him, using his cock to get herself off.
She struggled to remain still once he was fully seated. Her eyelids flickered shut as she savored that full feeling. Of being connected with another person. Something she missed and longed for.
A sharp smack to her ass cheek had her eyes popping open, as well as her mouth.
“If you’re just going to sit there, you’re going to end up back on that table and lose all the control I’m currently giving you.”
Well, then.
He was giving her the control. That meant he normally liked to keep it himself. Which, after this morning, shouldn’t surprise her. But what it did do was make her blood rush at the thought of totally letting go and letting him do anything he wanted with her.
Anything.
The thought should scare her, but it excited her instead.
This was a
ll so crazy. So unexpected.
She assumed he was mild-mannered. Not intense like Mercy. But maybe she was oh so wrong.
Using her toes, she lifted herself slowly, feeling a rush with him sliding through her slickness until he was almost free. Then she took her time lowering herself again, appreciating every fraction of an inch until there was nowhere left to go. She settled on his lap, giving him a little more of her weight, and he couldn’t get any deeper.
Pressing against her toes again, she began to rise and fall, increasing the pace, allowing herself to let go as much as she could with her being the one in control.
Her breathing became shallow and sped up as she rode him faster and faster until his fingers dug harshly into her hips, holding her still against his lap like it was too much.
So instead, she ground herself against him, then rocked back and forth, making sure he hit the right spots. A little noise escaped her, and her head fell back as she began to grind even harder.
This position made him so deep it was almost uncomfortable, but she couldn’t get enough. She needed more.
“Ask me that again,” he growled.
Her head dropped forward and she hesitated. “What?”
“Ask me again whether this is a good idea.”
He got no argument from her. Whether they’d regret it later, she didn’t know. But right now?
It was the best damn decision she ever made. Or at least, close to it.
“Fuck me until you come. Then I’m taking over.”
The rough in his voice almost made her come right then. Almost. But what it did do was make her clench tightly around him which, in turn, caused a noise to come from him and his fingers to dig even harder into her hips to make sure she couldn’t move.
After a few seconds, he released his grip and she was free to move again, her rhythm compounded by their rapid breathing. She had both hands planted on his shoulders, using them and her feet on the floor as leverage.
And then she was there. Her second orgasm this morning. She cried out as her toes curled against the tile and her core convulsed around him.
“Fuck, I can feel that,” he groaned into her neck. “I can feel all of that. So fucking wet.”
He pulled his face out of her neck and kissed her hard, holding her down on his lap and grinding against her sensitive clit. She gasped into his mouth and he said against her lips, “My turn.”
His turn.
Without any kind of warning, he grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and yanked it back, fireworks exploded along her skull. He again shoved his face into her neck but this time planting his mouth against her arched throat, sucking and scraping in what felt like a vulnerable spot. The line of her pulse which hadn’t slowed one bit. And now with what he was doing, it wouldn’t.
With one arm hooked around her ass, he wedged his hand between them, snagging her nipple and twisting it between his fingers, then he began to lift off the chair, driving his cock hard and deep into her.
If he wanted her to come again, he was going to succeed. This was not some gentle type of making love. This was skin-slapping, raw fucking. Each time he powered up, he grunted against her damp skin.
And it wasn’t long before the build-up of another orgasm overtook her. As soon as it did, he settled back in the chair and released her hair.
Their eyes met and held, and he wore a slight grin. Which was quickly lost when she squeezed his cock tight and grinned instead.
“You want to play? Let’s play.”
Holy smokes, if that didn’t make her melt into a puddle of goo.
He released both her nipple and her ass and lifted his hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
He sucked the middle one—the longest of his fingers—all the way into his mouth, worked it around and when he slid it back out, it was wet.
She’d been rocking slightly back and forth on his lap after riding out that last orgasm, but her rhythm stuttered when both hands disappeared behind her and her breath caught as he smacked one side of her ass hard enough to sting. When he spread apart both of her cheeks, she felt the wet finger slide down along her crease, pausing, touching, then circling and pressing inward.
This should not shock her, either.
She loved ass play and only a couple of the men she’d been with in her past had been bold enough to do it, which surprised her.
The more he played with her there, the harder she ground against him, drawing a whimper from her. It had been a long time since anyone had paid attention to her there.
And she missed that, too.
But he wasn’t giving her enough. He wasn’t giving her what she wanted.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please.”
“More?”
“Yes.”
“How much more?”
“Everything.”
Pushing up on her toes, she pulled free of him, giving him space to drag his finger through her wetness before putting the end of his finger at her rear entrance again.
“Keep it there. Give me everything.” She reached between them, lined up his cock, held it in place, and when she lowered herself back down, she relaxed her anus enough to allow him to slip his finger inside.
God, he was now filling her up in both places.
She had missed this; she didn’t realize how much until now. Kevin wouldn’t entertain the idea and she had no idea why. So, she regretfully went without.
But now, Brick was willing to do things others might not.
“Londyn,” he groaned against her throat. He moved to where her shoulder met her neck and sucked her skin hard enough to leave a mark.
“Brick, fuck me.”
She drove herself down to meet every one of his upward thrusts, riding his finger and his cock at the same time.
But she still needed more. She needed everything.
Grabbing his face and pulling it from her neck, she took his mouth. They both groaned as he took control of that kiss, only ending it when both needed to catch their breath. She whispered against his lips, “Another one.”
He pulled his head back and searched her face, his expression cautious. “Have you done this before?”
“I love anal.”
His whole body jerked, and his blue eyes widened, which pulled a smile from her. “Holy fuck, woman, who are you?” he murmured. “It would be better with lube.”
“Next time.”
Their gazes locked and, after he schooled his face, he gave her a sharp nod. “Give me your mouth.”
She did. And during the onslaught with his tongue, he worked a second finger inside of her.
She appreciated that he was gentle and did it carefully. But the feeling was amazing as she rode him until they both came.
After that last grunt, the last twitch of his cock, the last ripple of her orgasm, she collapsed against his smooth, warm, but damp, bare chest. Putting her mouth to his ear, she whispered, “Best. Breakfast. Ever.”
His chuckle vibrated through her as he gave her ass cheeks a final squeeze and planted a kiss on her temple. “I have a feeling brunch will be even better.”
Chapter Eight
Brick came around the corner and slid to a stop as he caught sight of Londyn bending over in front of the oven.
Fuck yes.
He had taken that ass earlier. And he couldn’t wait to do so again. Her bending over like that and tempting him wasn’t helping him be patient. But they couldn’t spend the day in bed, as much as both of them had wanted to, because they had guests arriving soon.
Those guests were the reason they were in this house in Ft. Myers. The reason they were in Florida at all. The reason they were shacking up.
It wasn’t for the sex, as good as it was. It wasn’t to discover how high Londyn’s freak flag few.
It was because they had a job to do.
And he needed that tacked onto his forehead. Or his balls.
Londyn straightened and placed a tray of what looked like cookies on a metal
rack. She removed the oven mitt and threw it on the counter before glancing over her shoulder in his direction.
Her dark blonde hair was piled on top of her head, but it wasn’t neat. It was a sexy mess with loose strands falling around her flushed face. He had to assume that flush was from the heat of the oven and not her uncontrollable desire to fuck him in the kitchen again.
His feet had a mind of their own as he crossed the kitchen.
She didn’t move. She didn’t turn around. But her blue eyes were locked on him as he approached, and a small smile curled the corner of her lips.
Lips he wanted to see wrapped around his cock again. And soon.
He stepped into her, pressing his chest against her back and enveloped her in his arms. He cupped both of her tits over the pink tee she was wearing, testing their weight in his hands while kissing the side of her neck before nibbling down its length.
“Mmm. You smell so fucking good.”
Some strands of her hair tickled his cheek when she tilted her head to give him better access to the delicate line he was snacking on. “It’s the vanilla. I always dab on a bit when I bake. I love the smell.”
“Makes me hungry.”
“We don’t have time to satisfy your insatiable hunger.”
“I didn’t hear you say no earlier. ‘Cause if you did, I missed it with all that groaning, moaning and your cries of ‘Brick!’”
She tipped her head forward, her body shaking with silent laughter. “I need to stop telling you how perfect you are because you’re full of yourself enough as it is.”
“You were so full of me,” he huffed. “Are you sore?”
She shook her head, then leaned it back into his shoulder. “No, it’s been a while for me, but I’m fine.”
He’d been with a lot of women over the years and because most were just hookups, he didn’t usually suggest anal. That took more time and prep than he wanted to spend with them. On the other hand, he also didn’t turn it down when it was the woman who asked for it. The ones who did usually loved it and came with plenty of experience. He didn’t have to go slow and be as careful with them.
After they had eaten a real breakfast this morning, they had moved upstairs to work on “brunch.” Even though she claimed she loved it, Brick had taken his time with her.
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