His eyes rise to meet mine, and then he brings his fingertip to his mouth, wets it, and rubs it into my behind.
I convulse harder, and he pulls out, and in one quick movement pushes himself into my ass.
I scream out, and my face pushes up against the mirror.
He stills, realising that this is not something I’ve ever experienced before. He pulls my ear to his mouth. “Shh, baby,” he whispers as he tries to calm me. “I got you.”
“Ah,” I whimper.
“Shh.” He kisses my ear softly. “You can do this, Pocket.”
I drop my head as I try to deal with all of him.
“Kiss me,” he whispers. He takes my lips with his as his fingers move around to my clit. He circles it with just the right amount of pressure and my body begins to open for him.
I’ve never been owned like this.
He moans as he slides home again, and the power from his body forces me forward. My body contracts as the strongest orgasm I have ever had rips me apart.
“Yessss,” he growls out.
His eyes are hooded, his mouth hangs slack, and his smile is dark as he rides me hard. “That’s it, baby,” he chants. “That’s it.”
I continue to convulse from the orgasm as he rides me, the two of us covered in perspiration.
I’m in shock.
He grabs my face and brings it closer to his to kiss me deeply. I feel his cock jerk deep inside of me as he cries out against my lips.
He stills, and our faces rest up against each other’s as we pant.
What the fuck was that?
He’s still deep inside my behind when he tenderly cups my breast and kisses me softly over my shoulder.
Why does this feel intimate?
We kiss for an extended time until he whispers, “I’m going to pull out, baby.”
I frown, unsure why he’s telling me, but when he does I whimper. “Ouch.” That smarts.
He turns me towards him and pulls me under the shower to hold me close under the hot water while peppering me with kisses.
“That was insane,” he whispers against my skin.
If I could speak, I would but I’m completely overwhelmed, my body is still tremoring from the deep orgasm he’s just given me. My behind is burning. My sex is still on fire.
My morals… they’re completely shredded.
He lifts my face to his with his finger under my chin and my eyes meet his. “You ever done that before, Pock?” he asks softly.
I shake my head, filled with shame.
He smiles softly and kisses me again. “Feels good, huh?” He pulls me to his chest and holds me close. I nod against his skin.
What’s happening here?
I feel needy and attached. Am I that pathetic that amazing dirty sex is all it takes?
As if sensing my fragility, he carefully washes me as I stay tucked against his chest.
“You’re coming back to my house to sleep, Pocket. I want you next to me tonight.” He kisses my temple softly and I smile against him, feeling a little of my strength return.
“I don’t even have a towel,” I murmur. “I’m very unprepared for all this. What kind of gym junkie are you, anyway?”
He chuckles. “You get out first and use my towel. Just wait outside for me. I’ll stay here for a few moments and be right out.”
I get out of the shower and wrap the towel around me. Brock smiles as he watches me intently. I look down at myself and the water all over the bathroom floor.
I think there’s only one thing worse than ripping off your gym gear during a heated bathroom sex romp, and that’s doing the walk of shame while trying to put tights and a sports bra back on when you’re still half wet and the guy who just fucked you is watching. Tights are hard to get on when I’m dry and alone in my bedroom. This is just appalling.
Kill me now.
I smile in embarrassment. “Will you turn around?”
He frowns. “What for?”
“Because…” I wobble my head around to try and articulate myself. “I would like some privacy, please.”
He raises his eyebrow sarcastically. “After what we just did, you want privacy to put tights on?”
I widen my eyes as if he’s stupid. “Yes.”
He shakes his head and turns his back to me, continuing to wash himself instead.
I dry myself quickly and then peel my panties out of my tights. I have to hop around to get them on. Of course, they fall into the water and get soaking wet. Damn it.
I try to distract him. “Look at me, just the poor, unsuspecting gym attendee who happened to get accosted in the bathroom.”
“Yeah right.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You weren’t involved in any of that at all.”
“I wasn’t actually,” I tease as I continue to dress.
“Stop talking shit or I’m going to bend you over and do it again.” He leans out of the shower and slaps my behind. I yelp and swat him away. “I seem to remember hearing the words: fuck me, Brock. Fill me up. Give me what I need.” He widens his eyes. “Sound familiar?”
“Nope, you’ve been watching too much porn and are obviously delusional,” I say as I shake my top out and throw it over my shoulders.
He laughs, leans out, and grabs my T-shirt, dragging me to him. He kisses me tenderly. “I never saw any porn that good,” he mumbles against my lips.
I smile softly and run my hands through his hair as I stare at him. “Never?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
Is this his way of saying that was the best sex he ever had?
He kisses me again. “What about you?”
Our faces are only millimetres apart. “I think, Brock…” I frown. “Wait. What’s your surname?”
He laughs. “Marx.”
I giggle because this is just insane. How did we just have sex and I don’t even know his surname? I shake off the thought and continue. “Well, I think, Brock Marx, that you fuck like a god.”
The air crackles between us as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“And, I can’t wait to do it again,” I add.
He smiles and licks his bottom lip, and then leans in to kiss me. The kiss is slow and tender. He does it again and again, and soon he’s out of the shower holding me close against his wet body. “I need more of you,” he breathes.
The sexual chemistry between us is ridiculous. “I’ll wait outside for you.”
I walk out into the bathroom and keep my head down as I make my way up the corridor. My behind is smarting, and my legs feel like jelly from the super strength orgasm I just had. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and my stomach drops.
My hair is in a loose bun on top of my head and I have a rosy glow to my face.
The just fucked look.
I drag my hand down my face and close my eyes, letting a little bit of shame creep in. I can still feel the tingles in my body from where he’s been. Still feel his stubble on my face, his tongue in my mouth…
He casually strides out of the bathroom, and my eyes rise to meet his. He smiles sexily and winks.
I smile gratefully, he makes this seem natural. It probably is for him.
God.
“Have you eaten, Tull?” he asks as he approaches me.
“Erm.” I hesitate because my mind is literally jumbled. Have I eaten? “I’m not hungry.”
“Okay, your place or mine?”
I frown. “I’m moving tomorrow. My place is filled with boxes.”
“Oh, where are you moving to?” He gestures to the front doors and we walk out into the parking lot.
“Just a few blocks away. My apartment was sold.”
“Do you need help moving?” he asks. “Is this you?” He points to my car. It’s a white hatchback.
“Yeah.” I open the door to my car and stand in between the car and the door.
“No, my stepbrother and friends have got it.” I peer up at him. “Thanks, anyway.”
He smiles and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “My place, then?”
I know I should go home, but I’m not quite ready to let him go yet, so I nod. “Okay.” I glance over at the fancy black Range Rover in the parking lot. “Is that your car?”
He smiles down at me, nods, and then leans in to kiss me softly.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he whispers.
I smile against his lips and put my arms around his neck.
“Hang on a second, my phone is ringing.” He shuffles around in his pocket and digs out his phone. It must have been on silent. He narrows his eyes. “Jesten.”
“Jesten?” I frown.
“He works for me.” He answers the phone. “Someone had better be dying, Miller,” he snaps.
I watch him.
He frowns as he listens, closing his eyes, as if annoyed. “Seriously?”
He listens again.
“Fuck’s sake, fine. I’ll be there in half an hour.” He listens again. “No, I’m in the middle of something here. I’ll be half an hour.” He hangs up and his eyes come back to me.
I force a smile. “Everything okay?”
“The alarm at my office has been tripped and the security company won’t shut it off until I get down there.” He leans down and kisses me softly. I wrap my arms around his neck once more.
“You have an office?” I ask.
“I own a security company.” His hand roam down to my behind and he squeezes.
I giggle. “And your alarm is going off.”
He smiles as he tucks the hair behind my ears again. “Ironic, huh? We’re not security as such. Private investigators.”
“We?”
“I employ ex special forces soldiers. Ten men work for me.”
I frown. “Are you….?”
“Navy Seal.”