“No time to call your mother? I don’t believe that,” she huffed. “Now, tell me about her and when you’re bringing her to meet me.”
I settled against the headboard for what I knew would be an hour-long conversation at a minimum.
A key rattled in the door. “The girls are back, Mom. I gotta go.” Relief washed through me at their return. I had been trying to get off of the line for the last half hour.
“Oh, well, you give Fancy a big hug from me and remind your brother that he still has family here to visit. And remember what I said, you bring Genevieve with you when you come home.”
“Yes, ma’am. Love you.”
“I love you, too. No, don’t let those mongrels in here—” Mom’s voice echoed as she ended the call. I could vividly envision one of my nieces or nephews laughing as they let the pack of dogs, muddy feet and all, come in with them.
“Honey, we’re home,” Fancy’s voice rang through the house.
I met them in the kitchen. “I was starting to get worried,” I teasingly chided.
“Oh, sorry, Brian. I thought Brody was home.” Fancy’s face tinged a light pink.
“It’s okay. He gave me the truck, so I could come back. He will join us at Ian’s for dinner tonight. He had a few more meetings to attend.” I took the bags from her hands and placed them on the counter, then turned to take Genevieve’s.
She moved her shopping bag-laden hands to one side out of reach. “That’s okay, I’ve got them.” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and scurried down the hallway to the room we were sharing. I raised an eyebrow at Fancy.
“Don’t you try that. I’m not telling you a damn thing.” She separated two bags from the rest and carried them to her bedroom.
I caught the logo on them and knew Brody was in for a happy surprise later because it was one of the stores I had visited myself earlier. I grabbed a soda out of the fridge and settled on the couch, waiting for Genevieve to return, repressing my dominant need to follow her and demand she model her purchases for me.
I needed to give her time to come to me. Having savored her more than once had me craving more every moment we were together. My control hadn’t been this tested since I first learned what it meant to be a Dom.
After what felt like hours, and neither of the girls had returned, I couldn’t wait any longer. I drained the soda in my hand, disposed of the can, and made my way to the spare room. I slowly opened the door, not wanting to startle Genevieve, and was greeted with the sound of the shower running in the adjoining bath and her voice singing along with the music she had playing.
I grinned when I recognized a familiar Nine-Inch Nails song. It sounded like she was getting in the mood for the night ahead, and my dick twitched in approval. I quickly shed my clothes and went to join her.
15
Genni
I knew the moment Brian had walked into the room. His scent permeated the steam from the shower: masculine, musk, and the hint of aftershave he used that when mixed together had my lady bits weeping for his touch. How could this man turn me on with only a scent?
“You’ll wrinkle up and wash away if you stay in there much longer.” His deep voice slid over my body, sending tingles of excitement and need to every nerve ending.
The shower curtain opened before I could respond, and very naked Brian stepped in.
“What are you doing?” My voice squeaked two octaves higher than normal.
“Making sure I get some of the hot water before you use it all up.” He changed our positions, so he was standing under the spray.
I watched, enthralled, as he quickly washed his hair and ran his soapy hands down his body. My eyes followed and landed on his cock, hard and straining toward me. He slowly stroked himself as I watched. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips, and a shiver ran through my body, my nipples hardening into stiff peaks.
“Touch me, pet,” His velvet voice was woven with his dominant demand. I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted. My body responded to his commands. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing member, my fingertips barely touching, and slowly stroked. “That’s it,” he hissed out and placed a hand against the wall. I smiled, knowing my touch could do that to him; my Dom was at my mercy.
When had I begun to refer to him as my Dom? I didn’t know, but it felt right. I sank to my knees, his wide body shielding me from the spray, and his free hand delved into my wet hair as I flicked my tongue across the head, tasting him. I had never enjoyed the act of giving a blow job, but this felt different. I shifted my gaze up his body to watch as he tilted his head back, his eyes closed while I worked my hand in long strokes up and down his length. I continued to watch as I opened my mouth and enveloped the head of his cock, twirling my tongue and sucking lightly as I went.
“Fuck, your mouth is like heaven, pet.” His eyes opened, and stared down into mine. “You can take it, can’t you? That sexy mouth of yours was made for my cock.”
His dirty words turned me on. I should be disgusted by them, but my body wept for him. He used the hand in my hair to guide me but never forced me.
“That’s it, pet, just a bit more.” I felt him hit the back of my throat, gagging me a bit. “Good girl.” He crooned as I slowly sucked my way up and down his length, using my hand to stroke what couldn’t fit in my mouth. “Your mouth is fucking heaven. That’s it, a bit faster.”
The desire in his voice urged me to go faster, pushing him further into my throat swallowing against his cock.
“Shit, do that again.”
I closed my eyes and focused on humming as I sucked him. Adding the vibration every time he met the skin at the back of my throat. I had to stop a few times to try and relax through my gag reflex. He tugged on my hair, disengaging my mouth from his cock.
“That’s enough for now, pet. I can’t wait any longer to have you. Now sit.” He directed me to the small built-in seat on my side of the shower. He aimed the shower spray lower and knelt in front of me, putting him face to face with me. His hands framed my face as his lips took possession of mine. “Mmm. I taste good on your tongue,” he breathed the words on the exhale of the kiss. His lips traveled down my neck and met his hands as they cupped my breasts; his mouth and teeth sucked and nipped at the already stiff and aching peaks.
I let go and allowed my body to respond, riding the waves of need and desire flowing through me. I gave over all of me to Brian’s ministrations. When he pulled my ass to the edge of the stone seat, I couldn’t hold back my cries of pleasure.
“That’s it, pet, I want to hear every noise and cry. I want to only hear my name on your tongue.” He teased my sopping core with his fingers. “You are so fucking wet, so ready for me.” Two fingers plunged into my depths, and my mewls turned into a keening of need. My body writhed, trying to push down on his fingers, craving, and driving for more. Cool air caressed my sensitized skin as he withdrew. The sharp swat of his hand against my pelvis the next moment shocked and excited me. “Be still, pet, or next time it will be your sweet and sensitive pussy being punished.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Eyes on me, pet,” he instructed as he hooked a leg over each shoulder and licked from back to front slowly, humming the whole way.