I reached down to touch myself and he licked his lips and moaned.
“Fuck. You are stunning. I could come just from watching you do that. You don’t get to have all the fun though.” He winked and lowered himself until he was settled with his head between my thighs.
He planted delicate kisses on the inside of each thigh as I used my fingers to circle and stroke myself. Then he lifted my hand out of the way. “I’m guessing that after today there won’t be a single thing in this world that’ll taste as sweet as you do.” Then he pressed his tongue against my clit and he licked me, making my back arch and my head whip back with how amazing it felt.
“Stay still, little warrior,” he commanded, putting a hand on my stomach to keep me in place. Then he pushed my leg up further and licked over and around my clit, sucking it into his mouth and then rubbing his tongue in the most delicious way.
I rocked my hips in time with the pace he had set, my hands fisting the bed clothes beside me. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as he drove me closer and closer to the edge with every swirl of his tongue. He was bloody good at this, and I begged him not to stop.
He moved further down, piercing me with his tongue and tasting me like I was his last meal and he was a starving man. I grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, needing more but not entirely sure what to do about it. Speech was pointless; all I could do was cry and moan.
He licked back up to my clit and went to work teasing me with his little nibbles and sucks, then I felt his fingers stroking, playing, pushing inside of me and making my moans grow louder, more feral. I was so close I couldn’t cope with the intensity of the build-up. I felt like I wanted to ride his face, but I also wanted to feel him inside me. I needed that connection too.
I was just about to beg for him to fuck me when I suddenly cried out, falling over the edge and exploding with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. My legs shook and my body jerked as the spasms went on and on, the ripple effect of the orgasm sending the most exquisite feeling to every inch of my body. Brandon kept suckling, bringing me down from my high and giving a low moan as I whimpered beneath him, panting and dazed, like I’d just drifted down from the clouds. Who knew that my devil, the self-professed demon, could take me to heaven like he just had? If that was what he could do with his tongue then I wasn’t letting him leave this room until I’d enjoyed the full Brandon Mathers experience.
He smiled up at me as I glanced down at him and tried to get my breathing under control. Then he placed a gentle kiss between my legs and said, “Definitely sweeter than the cookies. Maybe next time, we can bring the cookies upstairs and I can eat them out of you.”
He really, truly meant that.
“Oh my God.” I laughed, covering my face with my hand.
“I’m not a messy eater.” He shrugged. “I won’t let any go to waste.”
I just gave him my own cheeky smirk and sat up, pushing my hand against his chest and forcing him to the edge of the bed.
“I think it’s my turn to get a taste.” I winked.
He ran his hand over my hair and said, “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” My eyes widened. I never thought I’d hear a guy turn down a blow job. Especially Brandon. But when he whipped off his t-shirt and quirked his mouth in that signature grin of his, I knew he was more than ready.
He slid off the bed and stood at the foot of it, his eyes never leaving mine as I crawled down to where he was. I sat on the edge of the mattress and he lifted my chin to face him.
“I hope you know how special you are to me, Harper. You’re not like any girl I’ve ever met before. I really want to be with you all the time, and I think about you all day, and-” He started stumbling over his words, and I knew he was trying to share his feelings with me, make me see that this wasn’t a one-time thing. I already knew that. As if I’d let him walk away from me now.
I let my gaze wonder from his eyes to his perfectly sculpted tattoo-covered chest, and that was when I saw it. The lion tattoo on his stomach. I ran my hand over the skin there and felt the bumps of the scar. His reminder of the evil shit that had been done to him all those years ago. I swallowed hard, feeling like I might burst into tears at any moment. I went to speak, but I didn’t have the words to convey how I felt. Sorry wasn’t ever going to be enough. So instead, I leant forward and kissed it and tried really hard not to let the tears fall and spoil this moment we’d built together.
“It’s in the past, Harper. It’s done,” he said, stroking the back of my hair as I ran my arms around his middle to hold him close. “I’m not a victim. Neither of us are. We’re the warriors, remember?”
I took a deep breath and looked up at him. The apology in my eyes must’ve been enough because he just nodded and said, “I know.” And brushed his hand over the side of my face and cupped my cheek.
A wash of emotions flooded me, making it hard to catch my breath, and I felt so much in that moment that I’d have done anything for him. I wanted to be everything to him. I needed to make him feel as fucking amazing as he’d made me feel only minutes before. This wasn’t the time to dwell on past mistakes. This was our future.
“Okay, big man. That’s enough soppy shit. Let me have my fun now,” I said, covering the hand he had on my cheek and turning to kiss the palm. “Do you remember what I said I’d do to you?”
His eyes sparkled and I knew exactly what he was waiting for.
I grinned and yanked the buttons on his jeans open and then I slid his jeans and boxers down over his ass and thighs. He reached down to pull his dick out as I did, and when I saw him for the first time, I smiled.
He was perfect.
I wrapped my hand around him. He was thick and long, and I couldn’t wait to play with him. Have him in my mouth, have him every way I could. I pumped my hand up and down a few times, slowly but firmly, loving how silky he felt, imagining how amazing he’d feel inside me. He threw his head back and gave a long, low sigh and then dropped his head forward to watch me; his eyes glazed over with lust. I saw a little bead of moisture at the tip and I licked it, moaning as I did so he’d know I loved it.
“Suck me,” he begged, running his thumb across my lower lip.
I ran my tongue slowly around the head, keeping my eyes locked with his as I did, then I licked underneath, and he closed his eyes and let out a groan. Hearing a man moan for me like that was the single biggest turn-on, and I squeezed my thighs together, the familiar tingles sparking to life again.
I sucked the head into my mouth first, swirling my tongue over the sensitive underside, but it didn’t take long for Brandon to grab my hair and push me further. So, I swallowed and took him deep into my throat. The guttural moan he let out was all the encouragement I needed, and I sucked him as he fisted my hair and rocked his hips forward.
I grabbed his ass as he pumped into me, then I used my hand to cup his balls and pulled back, letting his dick pop out of my mouth. He groaned in protest, but when he guessed my intentions, he didn’t complain. I grinned up at him as I licked down his length towards his balls and then I went further, taking one of his balls into my mouth and letting it roll around my tongue. I sucked gently and got lost in the sounds of him sighing and moaning as I pleasured him. Then I moved to the other side and he widened his legs as he let me taste the most sensitive part of him. I’d never done this before, but judging from his reaction, I wasn’t doing too badly.