I let my shirt fall to the ground and once it’s gone, Bryant quickly lifts his t-shirt over his head and lets it join mine. His eagerness makes me smile and lets a little more of my panic recede. Tomorrow can take care of itself.
Right now is what matters.
I grin at him, determined to live in the here and now. Then, I shimmy out of my jeans. Bryant’s beautiful, full lips spread into a full-on grin that’s slightly devilish. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he undoes his pants, pushes them down and steps out of them.
If there’s one thing about Bryant that I love—okay, there are lots—but one of them is definitely that he loves to go commando. Which means, he’s standing in front of me, completely naked, his body golden from the sun, his muscles firmly on display even down to that sexy ‘v’ shape that leads down into the Promised Land.
His large, thick, beautifully sculpted cock is bouncing out, swaying towards me. The head darker in color, wet with precum that is leaking. His balls already tight and firm. My hand reaches out of its own volition, wrapping around the base of his cock, my fingers stretching around his thick girth. I stroke him firmly, feeling powerful as a shudder moves through his body. I lick my lips as I repeat my action once, then again, and—
Bryant’s hand comes up and slides over the top of mine. I stare for a minute, taking it in. There’s something deeply erotic about the two of us holding his cock together, but it feels more than that.
“I love what you’re doing, Maggie, but if you don’t stop, this will end before we get to the good stuff.”
I force my gaze to move up to his face. “What if I consider this part of the good stuff?” I taunt.
“Then, I guess it will be up to me to show you that you’re wrong,” he responds, and before I even blink, he picks me up in his arms and closes the distance to the bed, lying me down on the mattress.
“And here I thought I’d never like your need for always being right, Bryant Matthews,” I tease.
“Just like I thought I’d never like your smart mouth, Maggie May. I guess we were both wrong,” he says, while sliding his fingers on either side of the waistband of my panties and pulling them from my body.
“You were wrong more than me, though,” I challenge him, as he stares down at me, his breath rugged. The look on his face makes my own just as labored. You can feel the hunger in the air between us. It’s like a living thing that wraps around the both of us, heating the room, making everything more vibrant. Bryant and I have always been like this.
Like live electricity sparking off of one another.
“I’m thinking I need to find something to keep that mouth of yours busy, gorgeous,” he says, standing back from the bed a step and stroking his cock—making my mouth water. I love when he gets like this, when he’s growly and possessive, yet playful at the same time. I lick my lips, staring down at his hard length, knowing what comes next and relishing in it. “That’s my girl,” he purrs, and we both know I am—always have been. “So eager to please me.”
My throat feels tight as I look up at this powerful, beautiful man and nod. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Take that fucking bra off, Maggie,” he orders, letting me know that time for play is over.
He’s all in now, his voice dropping down to that almost animalistic quality, his eyes dark as midnight and his body flushed with hunger. God, he’s beautiful. I quickly pull my bra off, not taking the time to be sexy about it, not even unlatching it. I literally yank it, pulling one arm from it and lifting my other to free it as I whip it over my head and hurl it out of my way. It slaps against the wall, I think, but don’t care enough to watch. My eyes are on Bryant and Bryant alone.
“Get on your hands and knees, Maggie,” he barks, making me shudder.
A gush of wetness slides from between my legs painting the insides of my thighs, as I do his bidding. My gaze stays locked with his as I get into position. He steps closer, his knees pressing against the bed. He angles his cock so the slick head slides against my lips. My tongue tries to come out to play, but the best I can manage is a tiny lick here or there—because Bryant is the one in charge. He paints my lips with his precum as I tremble with need. My hand slides between my legs, only seeking to ease the ache building inside of me.
“No, Maggie,” he denies, his voice dark and forcing me to look at him.
This is new.
Bryant loves when I touch myself. He’s never forbidden it before. I freeze on instinct, stopping all movement.
“Bry,” I whisper, unsure.
“Tonight, your entire body is mine. If your sweet pussy wants pleasure, then I’ll be the one to satisfy it. The only way you touch yourself is if I order it. Understand?”
I nod, unsure of what to say. I’ve seen Bryant many ways, and he does get all he-man during sex from time to time, but this is different and although it makes me nervous, it also excites me.
A lot.
“Lick the cum off my head, baby,” he demands.
Oh fuck…
The heat spreads between my legs as my muscles clench with need. I lick my lips, tasting him before lowering my head down to slide my tongue against his cock. I moan as I gather his juices and then drink them down. The head of his cock shines and I want more. I start to slide my mouth down, taking him inside, but I stop. I look at Bryant, the man I love more than I could ever begin to tell him.
“Suck me, Maggie,” he orders, and I feel like shouting in victory. Instead, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and then I slide my mouth down on him. I tighten my hold, just like I know he likes. I feel his fingers tangling into my hair pushing it back from my face. Bryant loves to watch me suck him. I know that, and I want to give him a good show. The need to do that urges me to take him deep, to the back of my throat—pleasuring us both. I carefully tease his rigid length with my tongue, sucking him all the way back up. He pops out of my mouth, the sound vibrating around us, loud and wet. Our eyes meet. His face is full of pleasure. Mine is full of pride and hunger for more.
“More?” I whisper, my voice not even sounding like my own.
“More,” he agrees, sounding almost as if he’s in pain. I stroke him, my palm sliding over his soaked shaft as more precum makes a lazy, hot path down over his head and then his shaft. I catch one large drop on the edge of his head with my lips, right before I take him back into my mouth.
I find a rhythm using my mouth and hand to bring him pleasure—bring it to us both. I work myself up until my nose is pressed against the soft hair between his legs, every delicious inch of him buried inside of my mouth and throat, his grip on my hair tight.
That’s when he takes over.
He uses his hold on my hair to guide me and control everything. I’m helpless and yet strangely powerful at the same time. I reach out to hold his balls, gently palming them, enjoying their weight as he forcefully moves me on his cock.
“Aw, fuck,” he growls, and I feel the hunger betraying his body as he trembles. He pulls me away from him and I whimper in protest. I’m not done. I want it all. Bryant doesn’t give me that option. “No, Maggie. If we keep it up, I won’t get inside of you and that’s something I refuse to pass up.”
“We have all night,” I remind him, not wanting to give up the chance to get Bryant off with my mouth. I know he loves it and in a strange way, I think I love it more, because he loses complete control before we’re done, and I love that I can make this powerful man mindless with passion.