I’m pure sensation. Stars of light and bursts of color. Warm tingles and fiery explosions.
Gulps of air race through my lungs only to be pushed out in a gust of breath as I’m moving once again, my face and chest landing on a hard warm surface that smells like my very own version of heaven.
My eyes spring open and I realize we’re on the floor, my body poised on top of Brecken’s, his hands running all over me, my back, my ass, the sides of my breasts.
His dick is rock hard, pressed between us, and I need it in my mouth now.
So that’s what I do. I peel myself off his chest, kiss my way down his body, grab his beautiful cock, and suck it deep into my mouth. So deep I don’t stop until it hits the back of my throat, and then I force a swallow, relaxing the muscles so I don’t gag.
“Fuck, Rina. Fuuuuck!”
I take that as a good sign and keep going, flattening my tongue and gliding up to kiss the tip of his head. Salty precum drips out and I lave it up, loving the taste of him, his musky, spicy scent, the feel of his strong body beneath me, coming undone. I dive down again, bobbing up and down greedily, needing more, wanting to go deeper.
This man makes me insatiable for him.
Every inch of him has me wanting more.
His hand grips my hair by the roots, holding me firmly like he’s trying to resist as I fuck him with my mouth. But the second his legs start to tense and then tremble, he uses that hand to pull me off him, dragging my body back up his until my hips are poised over the wet crown of his dick.
“Put me inside,” he demands, his eyes burning and intense, filled with so much raw passion I’m dizzy.
Grabbing the base of his cock, I sink down on him inch by inch, my lips parting on a silent moan. My breath shakes along with my legs as I lift up, only to sink back down. He’s so big and I feel so full.
“Brecken, god. You feel good.”
In a second he sits up, wrapping his arms around me, pressing me to him, chest to chest. “Having you in my arms, nothing has ever felt more right.”
I whimper, sloppily kissing him as I ride him, bouncing up and down, clinging to him the way he’s clinging to me. His hand slides down my back, over my ass, treading lower, between our bodies, pressing a finger into me where his cock is already filling me up.
“Holy… holy hell. What are you—” Only his finger doesn’t stay there and as I feel it ringing the tight hole in the back, I realize what he was doing. He was lubing his finger.
He presses it against my asshole, toying, playing, sliding in and out. Fucking my ass with his finger while I fuck his cock.
My eyes roll back as warmth spreads through my belly, tingles racing along my skin. “Yes,” he hisses. “That’s it. Fuck, I need this.” He plunges his finger in deeper. “I’m not going to take your ass tonight, Rina. But soon. Really fucking soon my cock will be buried in it.”
“Brecken,” I cry out. “Oh fuck. Yes.”
My body jerks, riding him with abandon as he pounds into me from below. My pussy tightens around him, shredded gasps and moans of pleasure get muffled by his sweaty chest as I bury my head in it, letting him fuck me the way he wants to fuck me.
Hard. Rough. Dirty. But so, so good.
He grabs my hair, yanking my head back and consuming my mouth as I shudder, coming all over him. My nails dig into his shoulders and he growls, his eyes flaring before they slam shut and he pounds into me, ramming his cock so deep, I feel him everywhere. A whole-body tremor shakes him as his cum fills me up, his breathing ragged, unable to be caught.
Holy shit. That was the most intense sex I’ve ever had.
He doesn’t move for so long, just slips his finger out of me and holds me tighter. Tilting my head, I take his lips with mine, kissing him softly, slowly, getting lost in him. Once my body can no longer keep up with even that, I rest against him, feeling his breath tickle my skin, his heart pound against my own.
Our foreheads drift together. “I’m crazy about you.” It’s a whisper. So quiet I’m not even sure he wanted me to hear it. Still, those words with our bodies like this makes my heart race with pleasure. Flutter with happiness. “Let’s go get cleaned up and into bed.”
“Yes.”
Finally, we both get up, walking up the stairs together straight into his bathroom where he starts the shower. He takes me again in there and then we’re in his bed, in the dark, talking. We both have to be up early, but neither one of us seems to want to stop.
His fingers toy with my hair, silky from having blown it out after the shower. He won’t talk about work, but I know whatever is going on with it is weighing heavily on him. I saw it in his eyes earlier in the hospital and I see it now, even as he asks me about mine.
Being with Brecken is easy.
Maybe that’s what I like about him. Nothing between us ever feels strained or stressed. It’s comfortable without being boring. It’s not something I’ve ever felt before. What are you doing to me, Brecken Davenport? And why can’t I stop it?
He breathes out, running a possessive hand down my hip to my ass where he squeezes, pulling me in just a little closer. His nose meets mine and he’s smiling, laughing lightly. “You stopped talking. Are you awake or asleep?”
“Huh?”
He kisses my lips. “I can’t tell if I’m boring you or if you’re just tired.”
“Both,” I tease, giggling as he swats my ass and kisses me again.
“Sleep, beautiful Angel. We have to get those muffins in the morning and then I’m picking you up after work when you get off.”
“Brecken—”
“Shhh,” he cuts me off. “Don’t do that. Don’t overthink this. It’s so good, Rina. Don’t overthink it. Just allow it to happen.”
He wraps me up in his arms and my eyes drift closed, my body and heart so damn content I don’t know what to do with it.
No matter how many times I tell myself I don’t need him, or I’m not affected by him, or it’s just fun and casual, every time he smiles at me, the pump of my heart tells me differently. But right now, in his arms, I’ll do what he says. I’ll allow it to happen.
For now. It feels too good to fight.
28
Rina
“I think we should tell Aria we’re a couple,” Brecken declares just as I take a bite of my Cuban making me choke on a piece of pickle that is now lodged in my throat. “You okay?” I flip him off as I take a hasty sip of water. Only he makes me choke like this.
Brecken continues to stare at me, patiently impatient.
Finally the piece clears and I swallow it down, glaring at him. “Since when are we a couple?”
He rolls his eyes at me. Possibly rightfully so, but still. We talked about doing ‘this’, whatever ‘this’ technically means, but I kinda sorta maybe not really considered it a fling.
At least that’s where I’m pushing my mind. And before you start rolling your eyes at me like he is, there’s something you should know. He’s only here temporarily. Yes, we’ve already established this, but the guy kept his apartment in New York. Meaning he’s paying New York City rent and Boston rent because he didn’t want to give up his place there because he’s planning on moving back as quickly as he possibly can.