Fortunately, he either understood what I wanted, or he wanted something different himself because a few seconds later, I was once again spun around, so fast that a strand of my hair flew into my face.
He swept it out of the way, tucking the brown lock behind my ear, and as much as I wanted to check out that cock, his eyes had me pinned in place.
And then it was his mouth, kissing me. Dominating me. Devouring me.
We’d kissed before tonight—not often, but there’d been a few occasions. Nothing serious. Nights where I felt lonely, and he was there to make me feel better.
Kissing Brett had never been like this before.
Those kisses hadn’t held any promise of more.
This kiss showed so much more I could hardly breathe. With his tongue and his lips, he showed me just how he meant to fuck me. Showed me how he’d eat me out. Even gave me a glimpse of what it would be like to be loved by him, and I thought I’d die if it ended, and explode if it didn’t.
As the one in charge, Brett decided what my fate would be, and just when I thought I couldn’t take the overwhelmingness of his kiss anymore, he broke away. Though I’d been close to bursting, I was like a magnet, and my mouth reached for his again, but then his hands were around me, and he was lifting my ass up to sit on the counter.
His eyes twinkled as he bent one leg and set the heel of my shoe on the counter next to me then the other, and for the first time I understood how much he really had thought about this—about us—because I could read all over his face that he’d definitely thought about seeing me like this, thought about spreading me out in front of him.
“Oh yeah,” he said, then bent down and swiped his tongue up my seam. “You taste amazing,” he said before licking me again.
Then he slapped me hard across my pussy, as if punishing me for tasting so good.
An intense shiver ran through me, and I fell backwards, catching myself on my elbows. “Whoa.”
“I know, Edie,” he said, following the slap up with another lick, even though he couldn’t possibly know. He couldn’t. He was still able to hold himself upright. He still had the ability to say more than one syllable words. He could move his tongue and think about where his fingers should be (inside me) at the same time. There was no way he had any clue what I was feeling.
I didn’t even know what I was feeling.
I felt upside down. Or turned on high. Like all my life I’d been living on one battery and half the charge, and suddenly someone had put a second one in me, and everything was brighter and more intense. Even the longtime nickname Brett had for me hit me in a way it never had before. Like it was loaded when before it had been one-dimensional. Like if he said it again, it could blow up everything I thought was real between the two of us, and make it so much more.
When he moved to my clit, to suck it and worship it the way he’d promised my mouth that he would, his fingers rubbed some spot I hadn’t known existed inside me, and I came instantly. He held on to my thighs as I shook and cried out, forbidding me from moving away from his attack until I was all the way through the climax.
I could still see remnants of stars in front of my eyes when he stood up straight, pulled my face toward his. “Did I tell you you could come all over my tongue like that?” He kissed me, letting me taste myself.
“I don’t think you gave me much of a choice.” Oh, hey. I’d recovered the ability to make words again.
“That’s right, I didn’t.” He brought his hand to wrap around the front of my neck, and the two fingers that had been inside me passed my lips. I sucked him clean without him asking me to. “My cock is so fucking hard.”
I’d just come, and I felt hard too.
Or whatever the female equivalent was. I was desperate with need, that’s what I was.
I was also desperate to finally meet this cock of his face to face. I reached down between us, and when my hand closed around his erection, he pulled his head back so that he could watch.
Which meant that I could watch.
And holy mother of monsters, his cock was stunning. “I have no words,” I stammered. “I mean, I have a whole string of words, and none of them are words I would have thought appropriate for a penis.”
He smiled and tried to kiss me, but I dodged his lips, too enamored with the heavy flesh in my hand. I stroked him up and down, admiring the velvety softness of his head and the rigid bump of veins down his shaft. “This is seriously a gorgeous cock, Brett. I’m...I’m…” Proud? Amazed? Happy? All of the above, but what I landed on was, “So lucky.”
He laughed through a growl, most likely brought on by the change in my grasp around him. I looked up at his face, awed by his heavy-lidded expression, and when I returned my gaze to his beautiful giant, I realized he’d taken a step toward me or I’d scooted more toward the edge of the counter, because now he was right there, only an inch away from my opening.
His cock jerked in my hand.
My pussy throbbed.
“I really want you to put that inside me,” I whispered.
He moved forward, sliding the length of his cock against my wet seam the way he had between my ass cheeks. “Do you?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him, how big he looked as he slid against my pussy. It felt thrilling, having him so close to where my need ached, and torturous all at the same time. “Please, yes.”
This time when he slid down my seam, his head notched at my hole. His cock pulsed against me. “The condoms are in my bedroom.”
Which meant we’d go to the bedroom.
But I didn’t move at all, and the only move he made was to nudge his cock inside me—just the tip. We moaned in unison, our foreheads pinned together as we watched the erotic sight between us.
“Oh my God, you’re going to feel so good,” I panted.
“You’re going to fucking kill me, Edie.” He pulled out, only to shove in again—just the tip.
“This is so bad.” So very bad. Like playing Russian Roulette. Hoping we had the strength to pull ourselves apart before having unprotected sex in his kitchen. Yeah, I was on birth control, but neither of us were celibate, and there were other things to worry about besides unwanted babies.
“Potentially very, very bad,” he said in response, and when I moved my eyes toward him, I realized he was watching me now instead of his cock, and I had a very sure feeling that he wasn’t talking about us not having a condom.
But I didn’t want to think about what he really meant.
I didn’t want to give myself a chance to think he might be right.
I definitely didn’t want him to think long enough to decide we needed to stop.
So I tilted his chin up so that his lips were a whisper away from mine and did what I’d been threatening to do—I begged. “Please, please, please, Brett, take me to your bedroom and fuck me with that monster cock right now.”
Then he took me to his bedroom, and it was hours before either of us were thinking anything again.
Chapter Four
The smell of bacon pulled me from my sleep with a reminder that I was not at home. Avery didn’t believe in eating anything with more than twenty percent fat (in other words, anything that tasted good), so her Sunday breakfast consisted of egg whites and turkey, neither of which filled the air with a delicious fragrance.