How embarrassing. He’s hardly touched me but I convulse as an orgasm rips through me.
My hand goes to the top of his head. “Brock,” I whimper.
He smiles as he continues to lick me up and down, his hands pulling me apart. “Brock, I can’t,” I pant as I try to close my legs. “We need to warm up to this,” I beg. “It’s too much. Just get on me.”
He sits up, his lips glistening with my arousal, and he slowly licks them as he considers my request.
“Baby, I’ve hardly touched you,” he whispers.
I hold my hand out for him. “Kiss me. Just kiss me,” I plead. “Just… can we work up to this, please?”
He stares at me for a moment, as if confused. “You want me to kiss you?”
I nod. My heart is beating so hard that I can hear my pulse in my ears. He starts to crawl up my body.
“Briefs off,” I whisper at him.
He stands, and with his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he slides them down his legs.
My eyes drop to between his legs and I feel a flutter of fear. He’s fucking huge. “Condom?”
He smiles and licks his lips again.
I find myself smiling back at him. “What?”
“This is not how I roll. I’m the one who gives directions around here.”
“Humour me,” I whisper. “Just the first time. Please?”
He bends and kisses me softly. “For the record, this is our second time.”
I giggle and run my hands over his broad shoulders. “Just for the second time,” I correct myself.
He finds his wallet and takes out three condoms, throwing them onto the bed side drawer.
“Put one on.”
“Stop fucking rushing me, woman.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”
He stills and his shoulders slump. I know he’s going to honour my requests from here on out. He slowly rolls the condom on and lays down beside me. “Now what?” He breathes against my lips.
I smile as we kiss, and I roam my hands up and down his arm. I can feel every muscle. “Now you kiss me until our bodies come together naturally.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Is this some kind of bullshit fucking that I am unaware of? Cocks don’t enter pussies naturally. You need to push.”
I huff out a laugh. “Shut up and do it.”
He lifts my leg and wraps it around his hip, kissing me deeply. He slides the side of his dick through my lubricated flesh and my body rises to meet him. “Like this?” he whispers.
I smile against his lips. “Just like that,” I whisper.
Our bodies begin to move by themselves as they grind against each other. Our kiss turns deep and passionate, and I know he’s as hot for it as I am. His breath is quivering as he fights for control.
His open mouth ravages my neck. “Oh God,” I whimper.
He pushes forward at once and his hard cock slides home.
Our eyes lock and I see the arousal dance like fire in his eyes. “Is this okay?” he whispers.
I nod, unable to speak.
He slowly slides out and pushes in again.
I’m stretched to my limit.
Ouch.
“Open your legs farther for me,” he pushes out.
I force my legs back to the mattress, and he slowly pulls out, and then slowly slides in, releasing a guttural moan.
“Oh God,” I whimper. This is so fucking good that I can’t even speak.
He pulls out once more, taking his time before he drives home hard.
He knocks the air from my lungs and I cry out.
“You okay?” he whispers in a panic.
“Great,” I pant with a smile. “Fuck me,” I beg.
He pulls out and pushes back in, again and again, until my body stops fighting and accepts him.
In, out, in out, around and around. So hard and so good. He lifts himself onto his straightened arms, holding his own weight above me, and then he really begins to let me have it. Hard hits force my whole-body to contract around his.
The bed is banging against the wall. I look up at him, looking down at me, and I have this perfect moment of clarity.
He frowns as if he has it too, and he bends to slowly take my mouth with his. We kiss slowly and his body moves gently inside mine. I scrunch my face up against his.
God, this is perfect.
He is perfect.
He lefts one of my legs and I feel it building again. “I’m going to come,” I whimper. He starts to ride me hard and fast again, and I swear, I’m going to break. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout my apartment.
I cry out as an orgasm rips though me, and with three hard, long pumps, I feel his cock quiver. He buries his head into my shoulder and shudders as he silently comes deep inside my body.
We kiss tenderly, and his hand cups my face as he stares lovingly down at me. “Bullshit fucking. I like it.”
I pant with a smile.
So do I.
It’s just gone 3:00 a. m. when I roll away from Brock. He’s on his back and fast asleep, looking so hot. Not hot as in gorgeous-although he’s that too-I mean hot as in he’s an inferno. I feel like I’m burning up on fire. Of course, that could be the hundred margaritas I had tonight. I’m not used to sleeping with anyone anymore.
God, what a night. He had me for a second time in the bed, and then again in the shower. I’m sure we’d be still going if he wasn’t out of condoms.
I lick my dry lips. I need a glass of water, so I slowly get out of bed and wince. “Ouch.”
Fuck, I’m sore. He’s an animal.
I may have gotten my gentle turn the first time, but damn, did he make up for it later.
I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water when, in the darkness, my phone lights up with a text on the kitchen counter.
I frown and pick it up.
The name Simon lights up the screen.
I sit at my desk and stare out of the window, unable to wipe the stupid smile from my face. What a weekend, and holy hell, what a man. It’s been a long time since I came to work on a Monday this happy. To be honest, it’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy, and it’s all because of one man.
The one man I swore to hate for all of eternity.
Brock Marx, sex god extraordinaire, and the real life devil himself.
I pick up my pen and stare at the file in front of me as I try to focus on my task. I get a vision of Brock crawling up between my legs with his mischievous smile, and I feel myself blush. I press my lips together to hide my smile, taking a quick look around at my co-workers as they work beside me, minding their own business. God, if only they knew the things I gotten up to this weekend.
“What is with you today?” Rourke asks with suspicion. “Why do you keep smiling at nothing?”
I shrug, but my face contorts as I try to control my smile. “No reason.”
He gives me a knowing wink. “You going to lunch?”
“Is that okay?”
“Sure.” He turns back to his computer, and I quickly pack up my desk and leave the building. I sit in the park on a bench seat, and then I take out my packed sandwich.
I stare at the phone in my hand and wince, knowing I have to call Simon.
I don’t even want to speak to him right now. I just want to stay in this naughty bubble of badness. I want to stay where I don’t have to think about anything other than how many orgasms I’m going to have. I exhale heavily.
Just get it over with; dial his number.
He answers first ring. “Hey, Tull.”
Hearing his voice hits me like a tonne of bricks and the ugly taste of guilt fills my mouth. “Hey, Si.” I smile sadly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I can tell he’s smiling. “Missing you, though.”
My throat closes up at hearing him say that, and I smile through tears. I look out over the park in front of me. God, this is a fucking mess.
“You will never guess what?” he says suddenly.
“What?” I smile.
“I got offered to join the Edward Academy.”
My eyes widen. “You did?” My mouth falls open. This is a big deal. “Oh my God, Si, that’s amazing.”
“I can’t believe it.” He laughs, and I can tell he’s really excited.
“I can. You’re the smartest there.”
He exhales heavily. “It’s all working out, Tull. I’ll do this transfer to London for a month.”
I frown. “The academy is in London?”
“Yeah. It was either there or the States.”
“Oh, okay.” I frown as I listen, and a strange feeling comes over me. I’m not sad he’s going overseas, just really happy that he is getting this opportunity.