This is different from all the times I flirted with her or made comments to the guys. She’d always roll her eyes or call me stupid. She had to have thought I was fucking with her, when there was always more to it than that. Brynn Sullivan is fucking gorgeous. She’s brave, and the first one to always speak up when someone else needs help. She has this calming aura that others gravitate to, and I’m no exception.
Slowly, because my luck has been shit today, I make my way back to my bedroom, taking care to kick my sweats off. I’ll be much less likely to get off if I end up toppling over and giving myself a head injury.
I don’t pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor until after I sit down on the edge of the bed because I’ve learned my lesson in that regard.
I don’t have to wait long before her shadow crosses my doorway, and I don’t bother to hide the need to lick my lips when she steps inside in nothing but a robe.
As if she’s done it a million times, she spreads the fabric and lets it drop to the floor. She isn’t shy. She doesn’t tease or taunt, and the lack of seduction doesn’t impair my attraction to her or the need drawing my nuts up tight to my body.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
If I was capable of formulating more words, I’d speak them now, but I find it impossible to do anything other than sweep my eyes down her body. I start at her neck and those collarbones I’m finding myself obsessed with before letting my gaze linger on her breasts. I force myself to move on, wanting to press my lips to the gentle roundness of her lower belly. My mouth waters when I make it to the apex of her thighs.
She has to be as horny as I am because her clit is already swollen, visible past her outer lips.
“Fuck,” I grunt when she trails her hand over that needy knot of flesh. “Come here.”
My eyes follow the condom in her hand as she tosses it on the mattress beside me.
“Didn’t realize you were always so prepared.”
She narrows her eyes but doesn’t stop moving closer.
“Do you really want to talk about it? If I didn’t have it, this wouldn’t be happening.”
I lock my hands on her thighs as she steps into me from the side of the bed.
“You really think I wouldn’t just fuck you bare?”
Her mouth drops open a little, but it seems more about my words appealing to her than anything else.
I press my nose between her breasts, giving myself a second to breathe in the scent of her skin. I’ve played this scenario over and over in my head. I’m struggling not to rush myself.
With me sitting on the bed and her standing at the edge between my legs, my mouth is at the perfect height to pull a nipple into my mouth, so that’s exactly what I do.
Her fingers tangling in my hair spur me on, my suction increasing until she gasps. The way her nipple pebbles against my tongue is more than I ever could’ve asked for.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” I ask before moving my mouth to the other nipple.
“Have any idea how long I’ve wanted it to happen?”
My cock leaks at her confession.
I know this never could’ve happened at the clubhouse. Neither of us would’ve crossed this line.
I slide my hand down her stomach, wanting to celebrate the way her muscles clench and bounce under my touch. She whimpers when I sweep a finger over her clit.
“Fuck, Josh!”
My cock jerks in warning at her using my first name. She has never, to my recollection, used my given name.
It thrills me, and it’s also her way of drawing a line in the sand. We aren’t Aro and Slick right now. We’re Josh and Brynn.
I pull back, locking my eyes on hers as I bring my finger coated in her wetness to my lips.
Her eyelids go half-mast as I taste her.
“Need more,” I confess as I shift back and use more effort than I’d like to lie back on the bed.
“Next time,” she pants, her fingers reaching for the condom. “I have other plans right now.”
I watch, grateful she seems to be more in control of herself than I am as she opens the foil wrapped condom, tossing the foil to the floor before rolling the latex down my shaft.
“Goddamn, I’m going to embarrass myself. Bring that pussy to my mouth, Brynn.”
She shakes her head as she crawls up the bed before straddling me.
“I’m going to—”
“If you come before I do, I’ll never forgive you.”
“Brynn,” I plead. “Let me get you off fir—ah fuck.”
Her mouth hangs open as she impales herself on my cock, and I know the grip I have on her hips is going to leave marks behind. But the way she whimpers and grabs her own tits tells me she’s not going to mind.