“Yes.”
He plunges a finger inside me, and then another, while sucking my clitoris. His fingers move in and out, methodically slow at first, but gradually increasing in speed and pressure. No one has ever done anything like this to me. It’s amazing.
The motion stimulates my whole erogenous zone in a teasing way, pushing me to an erotic edge I’ve never experienced. Fuzzy, warm tingles in my toes. My body simultaneously tensed and relaxed. Incoherent babble begins as the tingly waves of sensation occur deep within my pelvis. I want to suppress them so I can prolong my orgasmic plateau but it’s like standing at the finishing line of a race and jogging in place. The combination thing Brou is doing with his mouth and fingers feels so good. He’s going to shove me across the finishing line without my permission. Soon.
I put my fingers into his hair and fist the top while I squirm beneath him. A tsunami of moans, groans, and panted breath escapes my mouth when the rhythmic flutters in my pelvis begin.
He sucks harder and slows the motion of his fingers. His movements are methodical. Deliberate. Brou has made this all about me. He wants to bring me pleasure.
And he does.
Rhythmic twitching inside me. Pulsation in my face. A warm flush on my chest. They’re the precursors for the euphoria coursing throughout me.
I. Can’t. Move.
Brou slithers up my body, stopping along the way to kiss my stomach and breasts. We’re face to face once he reaches his destination. I’m so bedazzled it takes several blinks before I’m able to focus on his face. That beard is a glorious tool for oral sex, and he knows exactly how to use it.
I touch my finger to his bottom lip. That’s a talented mouth you have there, sir. You pack some major orgasmic power behind that beard.
“I hope that was good for you.”
“Sensational.”
I rise and push against his chest, my cue for him to roll to his back so I can return the oral favor, but he doesn’t move. “It’s been a long month. I’m ready to be inside you if that’s okay.”
“Yeah. I want that too.”
He rises to his knees and leans over to fetch a condom from the nightstand. He pushes the front of his boxer briefs down and tears the square package with his teeth. One fluid motion and he’s sheathed in latex.
I capture the waistband of his underwear with my toes and push them down as he crawls over me. Now we’re both naked.
Lucas Broussard is all man. And all naked, lying on top of me with his chest pressed to mine. This isn’t me fantasizing about him between my legs while I use my vibrator to satisfy the ache. Not me rubbing my bullet over my clit while I imagine his hot tongue flicking against it. He is here and this is actually happening.
I part my legs wide when Brou settles between them and reaches to position himself at my entrance. He slides his tip through the slickness and enters me slowly before plunging deeper. He closes his eyes tightly when he’s all the way inside me. “You feel so good.”
He pulls back with deliberate leisure and then thrusts with total domination. His pace is slow at first, but every stroke is deliberate and fierce. “So tight and wet. Fuck.”
He moves faster and thrusts as deeply as our bodies will allow. I tighten my inner muscles around him and circle his waist with my legs. We aren’t like that long before he grabs my thighs and pushes them back and apart. That is deep. And oh, so good.
His baby blues lock with mine as he thrusts over me. Normally, I’d look away. Eye contact during sex is uncomfortable for me. But not with Brou. I can’t take my eyes off his.
“Oh, fuck. This one is happening fast.” Brou bites his bottom lip as he thrusts deep one last time before sinking over me. His body is completely unmoving and relaxed between my legs.
He’s still inside me when he kisses the side of my neck and traces his fingertips in circles over my shoulder and upper arm.
What is he thinking? Was that as enjoyable for him as it was for me? ’Cause I thought it was damn good.
“What is that fragrance you’re wearing?’
“A mixture of essential oils. A potion for seduction.”
“I don’t think the oil made me want you.” He sniffs the space behind my ear. “But you smell fucking delicious.”
He pulls out of me slowly and turns to sit on the side of the bed. I hear the snap of latex and then he’s back by my side. “Come ’ere.”
I scoot closer, place my head on his chest, and toss my leg over his body. He wraps his arm around my upper back and arm so we’re intertwined like a vine.
I kiss his chest and he returns the gesture on the top of my head. “I came for you.”
He. Came. For. Me.
Four words I longed to hear but hadn’t realized what they’d mean if he actually said them. He didn’t travel six hours to get laid.
He came for me.
“I’m glad you’re here.” And I’m happy we missed out on that night a month ago. It gave him time to obsess over me. And maybe I did a little obsessing over him as well. Possibly wracking my brain every day for a reasonable excuse to go back to Birmingham so I could see him.
But he came to me instead. That makes me feel incredibly special. Wanted. And happy.
I lie quietly until my phone alerts me to a new text. “Ugh. I do not feel like getting up for whoever that is.”
He pulls away and scoots to the edge of the bed. “I’ll get it for you. Could be important.”
I shamelessly ogle Brou as he crosses the room to get my bag from the table. What a delicious specimen of a man. And he’s mine for the weekend. Mmm.
“Thank you.” I sit up and take my phone from my bag.
Mom’s cooking breakfast in the morning. I brought Lucas to town with me and she wants him to come too. Can you go by the Bohemian Hotel and pick him up at 8?
“Looks like you have an invitation to my parents’ house for breakfast in the morning.” I’m happy about the invitation but it means we don’t get to sleep in. I was under the impression we were going to have a most-of-the-night sexathon. Eight o’clock is going to roll around early. Will we go to my parents’ in sex comas or cut our night short and turn in early? He came for me, so I am not giving that up. Sex coma, it is.
I feel like jacking around with Ollie.
Lucas who?
That should throw him off our tracks. Not that I think he has a clue I’m in his hotel room right now.
My business partner. Lucas Broussard. Those damn oils and herbs are messing with your head.
He loves to fuck with me about that stuff.
Oh, right. You always call him Tap. Sure. I can pick him up. I work part-time as a driver with Uber so I can be your partner’s cabbie. I have nothing better to do.
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Smart ass.
* * *
You say that like it’s a bad thing.
* * *
See you in the morning. Love you, smart ass.
* * *
K. Love you too, jackass.
I place my phone on the nightstand and return to lying against Brou’s chest. “Well, that couldn’t have worked out better if we’d planned it ourselves.”
Brou’s phone buzzes next. “Well, I guess we know who that is.”
He reaches over and reads his message aloud. “You’re invited to breakfast at my parents’ in the morning. My sister Lawrence is coming to get you. Be in the lobby at five to eight.”
I hear a swoosh after Brou thumbs a response. “Invitation accepted.”
“Do you think it will be hard to be around each other in front of them and pretend we didn’t have sex and spend the night together? I’m not the best actress. I’ll probably look at you and break into a freshly fucked grin.”
“If we’re going over there at eight then technically we’d need to have mornin’ sex for you to be considered freshly fucked.”
“I’m up for mornin’ sex. The question will be if you are up for it?”
“I’ll be sure to be up for it.”
“Are you up for it again or is it too soon?”
“You tell me if I’m ready for more.” I move my hand down and find the tip of his cock at his belly button. Hard as a rock, and no less impressive despite the short time since we had sex.
An illusory bell sounds in my head. Round two.
Lucas Broussard
I wake to a beautiful naked woman lying close, her ass only a few inches from my cock. Instant morning wood.
I scoot closer and thrust my dick between the split in her cheeks as I snake my arm around to squeeze her breast. She straightens her shoulders, arches her back, and rubs her ass against me. I think we agreed last night she’d need to be freshly fucked before breakfast.
I turn and grab a condom from the nightstand. I sheath myself in latex and then open the top drawer and take out the goody I promised. A bullet.
I adjust so I’m in prime position to take her from behind. But I want to make this good for her. Really good.
I grasp the inside of her thigh and bend it at the knee. That’s right. Put it on top of mine. Legs spread wide. “Roll toward me just a little.”
She’s tilted so my cock can still access her from the back and my hand can reach her front. “Is it okay if I use this?”
She looks at the bullet and smiles. She knows what this is. I bet she has one and uses it often.
“You certainly may.”