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ALICIA
The kiss roots me to the spot.
Just a moment ago, we were arguing, and now I can’t even think straight. I’m angry with him-I can still feel my anger-but it’s hard to remember exactly why that was. Because I also want him.
He breaks the kiss and stares at me, eyes blazing. “Holy hell,” he growls. “You really know how to drive a man crazy, Alicia.”
“Me, drive you crazy?” That hardly seems fair.
“You drag me out here into the middle of the woods-”
“I didn’t drag you anywhere. You showed up at my house, remember?” “And then you kiss me like that-”
“You kissed me!”
“But you kissed back,” Brandon says. “Don’t pretend you don’t know the effect you have on me.”
I suck in a breath. He’s so different from all the human men I’ve known. Human men are level-headed. When they’re attracted to you, they don’t
always let it get the better of them. And even when they do…it never feels like this. It never feels this powerful, this magnetic.
He kisses me again, and I feel the world around me melting away. I stand on my toes to bring myself closer to him, to crush my lips against his. They’ll be swollen and bruised later, I can tell. This is going to be rough, and I want it that way.
He tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it behind him. It occurs to me that I don’t know if I’m going to be able to find it later, but I also kind of don’t care. The feeling of the warm summer air on my bare breasts is intoxicating.
Brandon lifts me in his arms as if I’m feather light and lays me down on the ground. He lowers himself over me and kisses the outer edge of my breast before working his way down. I stretch my arms over my head as he yanks my shorts down and throws them aside too. He pushes my knees up so that my feet are planted in the dirt and presses his lips to my bare pussy.
I feel a surge of wet heat and lift my hips up to meet his mouth. His lips part and he tastes me, his tongue pressing against me, rough and satisfying.
I groan.
Brandon wraps his arms around my thighs to hold me in place and licks me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Thanks to the way he’s holding me, I can’t really grind against his face the way I want to, but honestly, that’s kind of sexy. I like being helpless with him. I like how he’s holding me still, making me take what he’s giving me.
Then he stops.
He looks up from between my legs. His face is wet. Fuck.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he growls. “Little tease. I want you to suck me off.”
“You’re not going to fuck me?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he says. “You’re going to come. You’re going to come so hard you won’t know your own name.”
I gasp. “Promise?”
“Are you questioning me?” “No.”
“That’s right.” He grabs my arms and pulls me upright, lying back on the dirt himself. His cock is thick and hard, ready for my mouth, pointing skyward. “Suck me. Now.”
I will. But he’s damn well mistaken if he thinks he gets to turn me on like this and then just have me sit here and service him.
I turn around and climb astride his face, settling myself over his mouth. Now I control the pace and pressure. Now I can ride him the way I want to. I set a slow rhythm, rolling my hips in pleasurable circles.
Brandon accepts my terms. He opens his mouth to me, his hot breath warming my pussy, his tongue pressing against and circling my clit. He seals his lips around me and sucks hard, and a shudder passes through my whole body.
I won’t make him wait any longer.
Leaning forward is amazing. It increases the pressure and brings him to a new angle against my clit. I gasp and saw my hips back and forth for a few seconds, chasing the orgasm I know is waiting in the wings…
But I can’t get carried away. That cock is there, reaching for me hungrily. I take it in my hand and stroke him slowly, then lower my face and take him into my mouth.
He groans as I sink down on him, the sound muffled against my pussy. It causes a vibration that takes me a little bit higher, and I hum back in response
as his cock hits the back of my throat. I feel him throbbing in my mouth. It’s so hot.
We stay like that for a long time. He fucks up into my face. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and open my throat to take him as deep as I possibly can. I’m good at this, I know. Every man I’ve ever been with has told me how good I am. I can make most of them come in minutes.
But I’m taking my time with Brandon. I don’t want it to be finished, the way I have with other men. I want this to last as long as possible. So when I hear his breathing start to accelerate, I slow my pace and still my tongue. I sink down on him and hold him deep in my mouth without moving, just suckling at him slowly.
He makes a sound I can’t even describe, grabs my hips, and holds them still. I try to grind against his mouth, but I can’t do it. He’s too strong, and he isn’t letting me.
We’ve reached a stalemate-both of us just lying here with our mouths on one another, hot and sucking but not moving. I feel like I’m going to pass out, my need is so great. I’m dancing on the edge of orgasm, and if he would just let me, I could come-
I’m dizzy with the contradictions.
I want to come. I need to come. But I’m not ready for him to come, because I don’t want this to end.
And I can’t tell him, because my mouth is stuffed full of his cock.
I lick a slow circle around the base-I know that’s not where he really needs me, but it’s a concession to the fact that we both need more than we’re getting.
He responds by easing a finger inside me.
I lick a second circle, and a second finger joins the first.
I understand now. He’ll give me what I need. I just have to earn it. I wonder if I can still manage to come before I get him off, or if he’s going to make me finish him off before I get my turn.
It feels like a challenge, and it’s one I’m eager to accept.
I slide my mouth up the shaft of his cock, not all the way to the head, but enough to let him know that I’m back in business. He responds by crooking his fingers and gently stroking my insides in a way that makes me shiver.
I slide all the way up to the head of his cock and move my lips back and forth along the ridge there, where I know he’s most sensitive. With a groan of pleasure, he resolves licking my clit, but he still doesn’t release his hold on my hips. He’s only got one hand on me now-the other is working away inside me-and by rights I should be able to overpower him and break free of his grip. But he’s just so strong. I can’t do it. I’m pushing and pulling against him, trying to gain any leverage I can, but there’s just nothing. He’s in complete control of me.
I graze the head of his cock with my teeth, so, so lightly.
The sound he makes is halfway between a moan and a scream. His arm releases me, and I can hear his hand scrambling on the ground for purchase. His fingers pump in and out of me desperately, and he sucks hard at my clit
-shit, fuck, it’s happening, I’m coming-
I bob up and down on his cock, moaning cries escaping me as I flood his mouth, and then suddenly I’m on my back staring up at the sky and Brandon is shoving my legs apart and pushing his cock into me, fucking me hard and furiously.
I reach up and grab his biceps to hold myself still. I wrap my ankles around his thighs.
He lets out a roar of satisfaction, pumps three times, and comes inside me.
When it’s over, he collapses on top of me, gasping for breath. I wrap my arms and legs all the way around him, wanting to keep him close for as long as possible. I always hate the moment when our bodies become separated again.
As we lie there recovering, the sounds of the woods start to sink back in. Birds are chirping. I hear small prey animals-rabbits and squirrels-moving around in the brush. And here we are, two beasts of the forest, lying together like animals.
I love it.
Brandon props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. “Well,” he says, his voice soft. “That was really something.”
I nod. “It was.”
“Was it like that with your human boyfriends?”
“They’re nothing like that,” I say. “I’ve never even been with one who would do it anywhere besides the bedroom.”
He laughs. “So, what, when he wants you he asks you to meet him in the bedroom?”
“Something like that.”
“Very sexy.” He reaches up and traces my cheek. “I’d take you anywhere. Anywhere. It’s hard enough for me to wait until we’re in private. If I had my way, I’d fuck you every time I saw you, no matter who was watching.”
I laugh. “The rest of the pack would get pretty sick of that.” “Sounds like their problem to me.”
I sigh and gently push him off me. He goes willingly enough, but props himself up on one elbow so that he can still look at me. “You didn’t want me to come over today,” he says.
“No,” I agree. No point in lying about it.
“I don’t understand,” he admits. “I thought you and I were getting along these days.”
“We are,” I say. “But…I have other things going on in my life. I can’t always be available to you.”
“You’re talking about your baby,” he says.
I close my eyes. I don’t want to talk about Emmy.
“Look, I don’t have to come around,” he says. “If it bothers you when I come to your place, I’ll stay away. I’m not trying to be a hassle to you.”
I know what I should say. I should accept his offer.
If I’m really worried about him learning the truth about Emmy, I should be doing everything I can to keep them apart.
But the truth is, I don’t want Brandon to stay away from me. In the wake of this fuck, it’s hard to remember that there are reasons I should want that.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “You can come over. Just…be aware that I might not always be available. If I tell you I can’t come out-”
“If you tell me to go away then I’ll go away,” Brandon says. “That simple.”
I nod. “If you can accept that, then you’re welcome at my place.”
“I can accept it,” he says. “I think I could accept anything if it meant I could keep seeing you.”