Her face falls. “Brock.” Her eyes search mine.
Suddenly, it’s urgent. I have to be inside her now. I lift her body and tear down my shorts, undo the strings on her bikini bottoms, and tear them off, too. She sits up and looks down at me.
“I love you too,” she says with a shy smile.
My eyes follow my hands as I run them up over her shoulders, and then down over her breasts to cup them tenderly in my hands. They move down over her stomach to her tiny patch of well-groomed strawberry blonde pubic hair before they drift to her hipbones.
“Lift up, Pocket,” I whisper.
She moves up onto her knees, and I lift my cock to her entrance then slowly pull her down.
She stills, winces, and then she moves from side to side to try and loosen herself up. No matter how many times I watch her struggle to take me, I’ll never get enough of it. She needs me to talk her through it every single time. It’s as if my voice calms her.
“Take your time, baby,” I whisper, my eyes holding hers.
She bends and kisses me with affection. I reach around and pull her lips apart around my cock, and I slowly slide home as deep as I can. Her soft moans as she struggles to accept me start a fire inside my body. She’s so fucking tight. That fire starts in my balls, and I have to close my eyes and clench my teeth to try and stop myself from coming.
Every time.
Every fucking time I’m inside of her, I’m trying to rein myself in from blowing in five seconds.
It’s the weirdest thing for me. With other women, all I wanted to do was come, and I could fuck them all night. With Tully, all I want to do is be close to her and I blow in a minute flat without any control. She’s the only woman I do actually want to fuck all night.
The irony.
“Brock,” she whimpers as she sits back up.
Our eyes are locked, and I can feel every muscle as her tight body ripples around me. “So… fucking… good,” I push out.
Kneeling, she begins to rock back and forth, and I clench my teeth as I watch her.
Feminine, confident, sexy as fuck… and she’s all mine.
I’ve been waiting to feel like this my whole life.
I give her a dark smile. “You ready?” I ask.
She smiles and nods, knowing what’s coming.
“Legs up.”
She slowly brings her legs up into a squatting position and I test the waters before I bring her down harder onto my body.
Her head tips back and she moans. She loves my cock and what it gives her.
Her moan is my green light. I pick her up and slam her down.
“Deeper,” she moans. “Fuck me deeper. Oh God, Brock, don’t ever stop doing this.”
I grab a handful of her hair and drag her face down to mine, my tongue taking control of her mouth. “I won’t, Pock,” I promise against her lips, and I pump her hard. “You’re stuck with me now.”
The sun is setting on the horizon. I inhale the sea breeze as I sit on the balcony, watching as a boat pulls out on the water and disappears into the distance. Tully is in the shower getting ready to go out tonight. I dial Ben’s number and he answers on first ring.
“Hey, man,” he greets me.
I smile at the sound of his voice. “Hey, what’s happening? How’s Didge?”
“Yeah, she’s good. No problems over here. How’s the trip?”
“Good.” I smile. “Like… really good.”
“You getting on well?” he asks.
“Yep.” I sip my beer and smile to myself. ‘Well’ is the understatement of the year. “Anything new at work?
“Oh, we got a lead on the Chancellor case. And another working girl was murdered.”
“Damn. Have they identified her yet?” I frown.
“Her name was Felicity Thompson.”
I frown. “I don’t know that name.”
“Her street name was Peachy Sue.”
“What happened to her?”
“She was shot in her apartment over the weekend. Her body wasn’t found until Tuesday. She’d been dead a few days already when they got to her.”
“Any witnesses or prints?”
“Not that we know of. We’re looking into it now. I’m going to go door knocking at the apartment block this afternoon.”
“What are the police doing?” I ask.
“Nothing, as usual. In their eyes a working girl is a working girl and she’ll get no special treatment from them. They literally don’t give a fuck.” He sighs, his irritation clear to hear.
“We need to find who’s doing this.” I sigh with him. “Is that the tenth girl?’
“Over the last seven years, it’s the eleventh.”
“Hmm.”
“How’s Tully, anyway?” he asks.
“Fucking perfect.”
“You’re not sick of each other yet?”
“Just the opposite. We’re home in two days and I could happily stay for another month.”
He chuckles just as Tully walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I smile as I drink her in. “I’ll see you later, hey?” I say to Ben.
“Okay, I’ll keep you posted if we get anything new in.”
“Thanks, mate.” I hang up as Tully slides onto my lap and kisses my lips.
“Where are you taking me for dinner?” she purrs.
I smile down at her. “Anywhere you want.”
Tully
I lie on my side and stare at Brock. It’s early afternoon now, and we have spent the morning swimming at the beach. We came back to the hotel, had lunch on the water, and now we’re back in the room relaxing. The television is on in the background but my attention is on my love.
Beautiful Brock.
I’ve never felt so close to anyone before. It’s as if he’s a part of me; an extension of my heart. Since he told me he loved me he’s stopped holding himself back, and even though I thought he was perfect before, it hadn’t even touched the surface on how amazing he actually is. I’ve laughed, swooned, and sighed my way through this vacation. I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
I am irrevocably and completely in love with Brock Marx. Every cell in my body wants to please him. His hands are constantly somewhere on me, making sure I’m close and checking I’m all right.
Who would have thought that the aggressive man I met in the gym could turn out to be the tender man who is now obsessed with my safety? I smile over at him, reach up and push my fingers through his dark hair.
“Brock.” I frown as I try to get the wording right in my head before I say it out loud. “You know the first time we had sex… in the gym bathroom?”
His eyes hold mine. “Yeah?”
“Why did you take me anally?”
He frowns, surprised by my random question.
“At the time, you said it was the way you were wired,” I remind him. “Why haven’t we done it like that again since?”
He inhales, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t want to scare you away.” He runs his fingertip over my bottom lip. Our faces are only centimetres apart.
“Why do you like anal sex?” I whisper. “Help me understand.”
He pauses for a moment. “It’s just… different.”
“It feels different?” I ask.
“Yes, but it’s more than that.”
I listen as my eyes stay locked on his.
“I guess it’s a control thing. I have my strongest orgasms that way.”
“Because you completely control the woman?” I ask.
“Not necessarily the woman.”
My eyes widen. “You’ve had sex with men?”
He chuckles. “Fuck, no. I only like women. I mean I get to control the situation as well as the woman.”
“Hmm.” I think for a while longer. “Why do you think it would scare me away?” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. “It did last time, and I would rather live without it than risk frightening you again.”
I smile softly and I cup his face. “But it’s a part of who you are.”
“So are you,” he whispers.
“Have you always done it that way?” I don’t know why but I really want to know this part of him.
He frowns. “Do you really want to talk about this, Pock?”
“Yes. I want to understand you.”
“You don’t need to understand my former sex life. It’s irrelevant now.” He sighs.
“Do you have anal sex with every woman you sleep with?”
He frowns, clearly uncomfortable with this conversation. “I only sleep with you, Tully, so no.”
“I mean casual women,” I correct myself. “Women you would meet casually in the past.”
His eyes hold mine for a moment and I can see him to an internal risk assessment on how this conversation is going to go. “I like rough sex.”
“And?” I frown as I watch him.
“Anal sex gives me an extra thrill. It’s tighter and takes more skill on my behalf to make the woman enjoy it,” he answers honestly.
“Is that why you have always gone for wilder girls? Because they know what they’re doing there?”
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.
“Oh.” I twist the blanket between my fingers. “And you would give that up to be with me?”
“I already have. I’ve no interest in it anymore if I can’t have it with you. I’ve made peace with it.” He already sounds bored of this conversation.