“Such a dirty talker, Josie.”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” she says with a soft chuckle.
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe you’ll like this too.”
Before I even realize what she’s doing, she shoves me, hard—how does someone so little have so much strength?—and I’m flat on my back.
I gaze up at her as she shimmies on the bed, offering me a perfect view of her sweet, heart-shaped ass. “What are you doing?” I manage to get past a tight throat.
“I want to taste you. It’s only fair. You got to taste me.”
Even though I’m anxious to get inside her, the second she takes my cock into her small hand, the protest falls from my lips. “Josie…”
With her other hand, she pushes my shirt up to expose my stomach, and I grip it and rip it off until I’m naked too. “That’s better,” she says, running her fingers over my abs. “And wow, you are cut.”
I grin, a little sheepish but loving the compliment. I’m glad she likes what she sees. But I can’t think about that right now. Nope, not when she’s lowering her head and taking my thick cock into her hot mouth. Her lips stretch around me, and I grab her hair to hold it away from her face. I don’t want to miss a second of the action. The truth is, watching her suck me is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, and I should probably stop watching and think about my taxes again, because yeah, I’m th
at fucking weak at the moment.
Dude, you are so fucked…in more ways than one.
10
Josie
He quivers beneath my touch and that sends sparks of satisfaction racing through me. I was worried about pleasing him. I know what it’s like for these hockey players, the hot girls who follow them around. That worry was for nothing, and honestly, it’s nice to feel again, but more than that, it’s nice to share this with Brody. I love experiencing his reactions to my…reawakening. Is that what I’m calling it? I guess in a sense it is, considering I haven’t felt a man’s hands on my body in a very long time. And you know what? I wouldn’t want it to be any other man’s hands on me, inside me. Brody’s words, his touch, everything about him reassures me and gives me the freedom to let go, to just forget about real life for a while.
I take him deep into my throat and his growls and low curses curl around me and fill me with a new kind of need. Even though I just orgasmed, my sex is clenching again, looking for something to grip on to. I slide my hand between his legs and cup his balls. His hips lift as I caress him and when his cock hits the back of my throat, cutting off my oxygen, I choke a little. I don’t care, though. I’m ready to take him even deeper when he grips my shoulders and eases me off him.
I’m about to tell him I’m okay, until my eyes meet his. My breath catches. Never in my life have I seen a man look at me with such intensity. “Brody…” I whisper.
“You have to stop.” His voice is low and tortured. “Josie, baby, I’m right there. You have to stop. If you don’t, I’m going to come down your throat.”
“Maybe I like that idea.”
He exhales sharply and briefly shuts his eyes like that image is playing out in his mind. “Yes, I want that too. I want that so fucking much, but the first time with you, I want to be inside you.”
“I want that too, Brody.” I move, and lay flat on my back. I bend my legs, put my hands on my knees and spread myself wide open. “Condom?” I ask. His gaze is latched on my pussy and I slide my hand down and lightly touch myself.
“Brody?”
“Huh?”
“Condom,” I repeat as his gaze moves to mine, my words clearly not registering. “If you want to fuck me, we’ll need a condom.”
He blinks, coming out of some trance he was in, and blurts out, “Right.” Jumping from the bed, he grabs his pants. He roots out a condom and I try really hard not to think about how fast he produced one, or how he keeps them at the ready. This is not about his past, or mine, or anything else. This is just about two people, having fun.
He tears into it and sheathes himself. I reach for him and he moves between my legs. He puts his hands on my knees, and holds me as his cock hovers around my opening. He moves his hips and I groan as he brushes against my clit, my body warming all over again. I don’t usually come twice during sex, but everything about this is unusual.
I move my body, writhe and try to get him inside me. He reaches between my legs, takes his cock into his hand and presses it against me. “You want this?” he asks.
My eyes practically roll back in my head as his crown stretches me. “Yesss…”
His hips move, stretching me a little more and stupid tears press against the back of my eyes. I honestly didn’t expect this to mess with my emotions. But all the fun we’ve been having, the tree in my living room…Brody in my bed. It’s all hitting at the same time.
His hand lands on my cheek, and I blink up at him, take in the tenderness in his gaze as he looks back. Does he know I’m fighting to stave off the deeper things he’s making me feel? Or does he think I’m having a hard time since he’s my first in a long time?