The Sweet Talker

by Cathryn Fox

  “I want that too, Brody.” I move, and lay flat on my back. I bend my legs, put my hands on my knees and spread myself wide open. “Condom?” I ask. His gaze is latched on my pussy and I slide my hand down and lightly touch myself.

  “Brody?”

  “Huh?”

  “Condom,” I repeat as his gaze moves to mine, my words clearly not registering. “If you want to fuck me, we’ll need a condom.”

  He blinks, coming out of some trance he was in, and blurts out, “Right.” Jumping from the bed, he grabs his pants. He roots out a condom and I try really hard not to think about how fast he produced one, or how he keeps them at the ready. This is not about his past, or mine, or anything else. This is just about two people, having fun.

  He tears into it and sheathes himself. I reach for him and he moves between my legs. He puts his hands on my knees, and holds me as his cock hovers around my opening. He moves his hips and I groan as he brushes against my clit, my body warming all over again. I don’t usually come twice during sex, but everything about this is unusual.

  I move my body, writhe and try to get him inside me. He reaches between my legs, takes his cock into his hand and presses it against me. “You want this?” he asks.

  My eyes practically roll back in my head as his crown stretches me. “Yesss…”

  His hips move, stretching me a little more and stupid tears press against the back of my eyes. I honestly didn’t expect this to mess with my emotions. But all the fun we’ve been having, the tree in my living room…Brody in my bed. It’s all hitting at the same time.

  His hand lands on my cheek, and I blink up at him, take in the tenderness in his gaze as he looks back. Does he know I’m fighting to stave off the deeper things he’s making me feel? Or does he think I’m having a hard time since he’s my first in a long time?

  “Let me make you feel really good, Josie.”

  The way he looks at me, like bringing me pleasure is more important than his own, steals my ability to speak, so I nod in response. In one fast thrust, he’s inside me, his crown hitting my core so hard and so beautifully, it sends sparks of pleasure through me.

  “Yes,” I cry out and put my hands around his neck as he falls over me, his mouth on mine. He kisses me deeply, stealing all my thoughts, until I can’t think, only feel. I grip his hair, tug, and slide my legs around his ass to hang on for the ride.

  His cock is thick inside me, gloriously stretching me, and I revel in his girth and hardness. I move, eager for him to fuck me. His hands move to my hips and his fingers press into me for leverage as he inches almost all the way out, only to slam back into me again.

  “Ohmigod,” I yell, and his mouth moves to my throat, his labored breaths hot against my skin as he wets my flesh with kisses. Our bodies move together, and his arms slide around me, hold me to him and my heart squeezes. It’s been so long since I’ve been held like this, another bevy of emotions races through me and this time, I let them tug at my fragile heart.

  I close my eyes and ride out each wave of bliss, my body tightening, preparing for another earth-shattering climax as Brody pumps into me. I race my hands over his hard back, desperate need to touch every inch of his skin, all his hard muscle pulls at me.

  I moan. “Brody,” I murmur, and slide my hands to the small of his back, following the motion of his hips as he pumps in and out of my body, each downward thrust stimulating my clit. I whimper with pleasure. “So good.”

  “I know, Josie. Believe me, I know.”

  I hug him to me, our bodies entwined, moist, as the world once again closes in on me. I can’t believe I’m about to climax again.

  “Jesus,” he growls as my sex tightens around his pistoning cock, and his hands move up my back to grip my shoulders. His body curls into me, and I sense he’s straining to hang on, but I don’t want him too. I want him to feel, too.

  “Come with me, Brody.”

  “Josie…”

  “Let me feel you.”

  He nods and drives in once, twice, then stills high inside me as I continue to clench around him, wave after wave of pleasure surging through me until I’m completely lost in euphoria. His cock swells impossibly more, and he growls as he lets go.

  “Ohmigod, yes,” I say as he pumps into the condom and for one brief second I hate the barrier between us. Especially when we’ve both been so open and honest. I like that about Brody. Like that he doesn’t keep secrets. Integrity is important to me.

  He pulses and throbs and when he finally depletes himself, he collapses on top of me. “Josie,” he murmurs, and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth. He licks me gently as we both slowly come back from bliss, and when I slide my hands through his hair, his head lifts, his eyes meeting mine.

  “That was…fun,” I say with a small laugh.

  “Yeah, it was,” he agrees and presses his lips to mine for a slow, easy kiss that curls through my blood and wraps around my heart. “I like having naps with you.”

  That makes me laugh out loud. I stretch my arms, and yawn. I haven’t had a day off in so long, it feels good just to relax and forget about real life for a while.

  “We can still have that nap,” I say.

  “I like that idea.”

  He eases out of me, and my body feels so empty without him. Who knew he’d become an addiction so fast? He discards the condom, and I make a move to get up, to clean up, but his big hand splays over my chest and he holds me down.

  “Stay here. Rest. I’ll be right back.” I lay on my pillow, and stark naked, he walks to my door, and I grin at his cute ass. Water runs in the bathroom and he comes back with a wet cloth to wash me down and a stupid, emotional lump pushes into my throat at his sweetness.

  Once we’re clean, we snuggle in and I put my cheek on his heart. My mind slows, my body so thoroughly pleasured, I begin to drift off, until a noise pulls me back. My bedroom door creaks open and a heavy weight lands at the foot of my bed.

  “You forgot to close the door,” I murmur. Miss Mabel snuck in. I lift my head, but he puts his hand around my neck and brings me back to his chest.

  “I’m okay with it, if you are,” he says, his voice groggy from sex. “But if she’s not allowed in here, I’ll put her in the other room.”

  My throat tightens even more. I’ve been independent for so long, I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone do things for you—because my needs are important to them.

  Careful, Josie.

  “I’m okay with it,” I say and even though I’m working to keep my voice casual, a little bit of worry seeps in—worry that I could fall for this tough hockey player, a guy with a zest for life, a guy who is sweet and sensitive and puts my needs first. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he wants to put Mabel in the other room, not because he wants to do things for me, but because he cares about her training. His body shifts, and even though my eyes are closed, I can feel his drilling into me, like he can sense my unease. I sigh and slow my breathing, and while he likes honesty, I’m not about to tell him I might be falling for him.

  He settles as I slow my breathing, to give the illusion that I’m almost asleep, and a measure of guilt niggles at me. It’s best I keep all these crazy emotions to myself. Honestly, I’m probably feeling things simply because I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’m sure I’d be riding a roller coaster of emotions with any guy who was my first after my husband.

  Are you really sure about that, Josie?

  I shut down that annoying inner voice and focus on Brody’s steady breathing. The next thing I know, my eyes are opening, and the second memories rush back, I turn to find the other side of the bed empty. Well, not entirely empty. My phone is sitting there. I snatch it up and find a missed video call from home, as well as a text from Brody, letting me know I missed a call, and that he took Miss Mabel out for a run.

  I sit up in bed and check the clock, mentally calculating what time it is back home. It’s four in the afternoon our time, which means it’s ten at night in Switzerl
and, and my folks will still be up, but I certainly don’t want to video chat with them from my bed, stark naked.

  My stomach grumbles as I wrap a sheet around me and pad to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and step inside, letting the hot spray soothe my body. I grin, aching in places that have been dormant for a long time, but it’s a good ache. A welcome one. I lightly touch my nipples and they pucker.

  I reach for the soap and the rumbling of Miss Mabel and Brody’s footsteps pounding up the stairs brings a smile to my face. I wait a moment, hoping he’ll discover I’m awake and in the shower, and sure enough, the second he steps into the bathroom and spots me behind the steamy glass he starts stripping.

  I crack the door. “You’re pretty presumptuous.”

  His grin is wide, playful…full of want, and it’s crazy how much I want him too, after orgasming twice.

  “Are you saying you don’t want me to join you?”

  “Not saying that at all.” I slide the glass door open wider. “I’m just saying you’re presumptuous.”

  “Come on, you know you love it.”

  I laugh at that, and step back as he joins me, his big body eating up the space and overwhelming me in the most delicious ways.

  “Presumptuous and a big ego.” He angles his head, like he’s waiting for me to continue. “What?”

  “That’s it, you’re going to stop there.” I eye him and he playfully adds, “You’re not going to tell me something else is big.” He grips my hips and pulls me against his very erect cock.

  I laugh and smack his chest. “You’re unbelievable.”

  “In bed, you mean.”

  I can’t help but laugh at his playfulness. “Okay, Brody. You have a big cock and you’re a God among men in bed.”

  “Well, now that we’ve cleared that up,” he says and spins me so fast, I gasp. “How about I show you I’m a God among men in the shower too.”

  “Yes please,” I say and that makes him laugh. He shimmies close, and I love the feel of his warm naked body pressed against mine.

  He puts his mouth close to my ear, and his hot breath on my neck brings on a shiver. “You’re not cold, are you, being out from under the hot spray?”

  “Not cold at all,” I tell him.

  “Well that’s too bad,” he murmurs. “I was hoping to warm you up.”

  “Now that I think about it, there is a chill in the air.”

  “Atta girl.” He slides his hands around my body, and cups my chest, then he goes still.

  “What?”

  “Shit. Your parents video messaged. Did you see that? I meant to ask you but you know, you naked in the shower. Kind of slipped my mind. Not much blood left there.”

  I wiggle my ass. “While I appreciate your concern, I’m not really interested in talking about my parents.”

  “Everything’s okay though, right? It’s not unusual for them to video message like that?”

  I turn to him and cup his cheeks. “It’s not usual.” I go up on my tiptoes and put my lips on his, giving him a soft, gentle kiss my heart bursting from his sweet concern. I gesture with a nod. “If you’re really worried, I can go—”

  “Hell no,” he says and I laugh, a bubble of happiness bursting inside me as he turns me again. I put my hands on the wall and wiggle my ass.

  “Now, where were we?”

  “Shit.”

  “What now?” I ask and glance at him over my shoulder.

  He reaches for the handle on the shower door, agony all over his face. “I need to get a condom.”

  I put my hand on his wet arm to stop him and his blue eyes brimming with need latch on mine. “How about you don’t.”

  He goes completely still, his jaw tight. “Josie, I…I mean, we can’t…”

  “I’m on the pill.” God, what am I doing? “It regulates my cycle,” I say quickly. As he stares at me like he can’t quite decide what to do, I give a shrug of my shoulders. “I kind of like the idea of us doing it without one.” His chest rises and falls quickly, like he’s having a very hard time wrapping his brain around my sudden rash decision to have unprotected sex. Although it’s not totally unprotected. I am on the pill. “I’m sorry,” I say, mentally beating myself for my rash stupidity. This is an affair. A guy like Brody doesn’t have sex without condoms, doesn’t trust that a woman is telling the truth when she says she’s on the pill. I’m sure famous guys have to be careful about not getting trapped into something they never wanted. I give a hard shake of my head. “It’s a bad idea, isn’t it. I’m sorry—”

  “It’s not a bad idea, Josie.”

  My heart jumps. “It’s not?”

  “No, it’s not, not if it’s what you want.”

  “What about what you—”

  “I want what you want. I want to give you everything you want.”

  “Why…Why is that?”

  He takes a hard breath, and his chest expands. He goes quiet for a brief second, like he’s choosing his next words very carefully. “Let’s just say, I do.” At that non-answer, I nod, and he continues with, “I want this, and I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I’m clean.”

  “I trust you,” I murmur, as my brain and body warm to the idea. “I’m clean too, and I would never do anything to deceive you. I know you guys must have to worry about that.”

  His brow furrows as he frowns, and I can only guess he’s remembering something that isn’t pleasant, but I want to put the smile back on his face, so I slide my hand down and take his big cock into my hand. “Now, where were we?”

  He growls, and takes me into his big protective arms and presses his lips to mine for a mind-numbing kiss as I stroke him from base to crown, and revel in the way he thickens in my palm.

  “Jesus, I love the way you touch me,” he groans as he breaks the kiss and puts his mouth on my neck, his hand sliding between my legs to stroke my aching clit.

  “Yes,” I groan.

  “Were you touching yourself before I joined you?” he asks, and I grin, understanding he’s playing a game.

  “Was I not supposed to?”

  He growls in my ear. “You couldn’t wait for me, baby. You needed it so bad, you had to put your fingers in here.” He slowly slides a finger into my slick core, and I lose my ability to breathe as he strokes the sensitive bundle inside me, while the heel of his hand presses against my clit.

  “I couldn’t wait,” I murmur as his other hand slides around my body to lightly stroke down my back. His touch is tender and soft, and even though he’s already been inside of me, and is about to again, the gentleness in his caress curls around me and takes our intimacy to a whole new level. “I woke up and you were gone, and my pussy was aching to be filled. That just wasn’t fair, Brody.”

  “Jesus,” he curses. “Not fair at all. It was my mistake. I won’t let it happen again.” Pre-cum drips from his slit as my story turns him on, and while I was open and honest with my late husband, we never really engaged in sexy bedroom banter before. I never even knew I liked it until now. “But tell me how hard it was for you.”

  Speaking of hard. I swear to God his cock just thickened another inch in my hand. I tug on him and his hips move, sliding in and out of my palm, and I love the way he fucks my hand like that.

  “Well, I didn’t know what to do.” I groan like I was in total agony. “I was hot, and achy and had no idea when you would get back…”

  “So you decided to take a shower to ease the ache and cool yourself down?”

  “Oh no, Brody. Not at all.” I let go of his rock-hard cock, and he growls and takes himself into his hands. I back up and his finger slides from my sex, leaving me empty and disappointed, but I really want to tease him, maybe even torture him a little. There’s something about the way I get to him that fills me with pleasure.

  “I came in here to use this.” I remove the nozzle from the shower cradle, and adjust the spray, until it’s a pulsating stream of heat.

  “No fucking way,” he says, his voice deep and tortured,
and he starts working his cock harder.

  I blink at him. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I came in here and gave myself an orgasm while I was waiting for you.”

  He exhales sharply. “I don’t mind. I’m just glad I made it back in time to watch.”

  I angle my head and feign surprise, and as I do I wonder what the hell is going on with me. I never act like this, all confident and sexy and playful, but I have to say, I like the side of me he brings out. It’s fun.

  “You do?”

  “Yeah, I do,” he growls. He glances at the nozzle, his body so taut I worry something might snap. “Show me, Josie. Show me how you make yourself come.” His gaze lifts to mine and I’m sure I’ve never seen him so aroused, so serious. “But after this, your orgasms are all mine. I don’t want you to have to work for anything. I am going to make you come so many goddamn times you’re not going to be able to walk by Christmas.”

  I smile, loving that idea as I spread my legs and center the nozzle between my legs. The hot spray bursts over my aroused clit, and a moan slips from my mouth. The sound is followed by tortured curses coming from the man working his cock in front of me. I move the nozzle and run it around my clit until pleasure gathers, focuses. I close my eyes, my head back and concentrate as one hand closes over my breast and rubs my nipple.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grumbles, his touch traveling through my body. “That feel good, baby?”

  “God, yes.” I move my hips, rock gently into the spray, shocked that I still have the ability to stand. His hand leaves my breast and the second he puts a finger inside me, I break like a dam around him, my body giving in to the pleasure as hot cum mingles with the warm spray.

  “You are so goddamn beautiful when you come,” he says and I open my eyes to find him staring at me, the blue in his eyes a deeper, darker shade as he focuses in on me. He takes the nozzle from me, puts it back in the cradle and turns me until I’m facing the back of the shower. He puts my hands back on the wall and he widens my legs with his foot. I whimper as his cock slaps against my ass.

  “Brody,” I cry out, and he doesn’t make me wait, doesn’t make me beg for what I need. Instead, he slides into me in one hard thrust and I scratch at the wall as he completely, beautifully fills me. It’s crazy how much I needed this, needed him.