Bedroom Games
Page 37
The back of my hand pressed harder against my mouth to stifle my cries, and when his mouth increased his intensity, I bit down against my skin, digging my teeth in. It wasn't enough, though, and when his mouth continued to work my sensitive clit and a finger slid deep inside me, I came hard. My body clenched around his finger, and I felt his pleased murmur against my wet flesh as he continued to lap at my sex.
When I finally came down, I panted hard and stopped biting my hand. I'd probably have a bruise there in the morning.
I probably didn't care.
I made a small sigh of pleasure in my throat and reached for Brodie, trying to drag him up my body. "Come here and kiss me," I said breathlessly. "God, that was amazing. You're amazing."
"I know," he said, a hint of amused smugness in his voice. Typical Brodie. Cocky and arrogant and way too charming for his own good. But he slid back up my body and propped himself up on his hands, and then gave me an achingly sweet kiss. "How was that?"
"The kiss?" I asked, still dazed from the experience.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my nose. "Everything."
"Mmm. Incredible. You just trying to get me to flatter you?"
"It's entirely possible," he said, and I could hear the grin in his words. "But I mostly wanted to see you come."
"Well, I came. I came hard," I said shyly. My hand throbbed in response.
"I know you did, baby. You were bucking and twisting like a bronco."
That…was an embarrassing comparison. I grabbed him around his neck and dragged him against me. When he fell on top of me, I rolled the two of us over in the bed, and we got tangled in the sheets. It took a moment for us to work our way out, and then I pushed them off, my short hair nearly sticking straight up thanks to the static from the blankets. It took a minute for us to re-situate our blanket fortress, but when we were back under the little private tent of sheets, I was on top of Brodie's shirtless body. I straddled his hips with mine and then ground against his erection with my naked flesh. "Now, how about you? How are you feeling?"
His hands moved to my hips, pinning me against him as he rolled them in response. "What does that tell you?"
I moaned again as his erection ground against my still-sensitive parts. "It tells me that someone wouldn't mind getting his cock sucked."
He sucked in, as if breathless by the visual that offered. "No, no he would not. You offering?"
"You bet I am." I dragged a finger down the center of his chest and then traced one of his flat nipples. "But I'm not hearing a ‘please.’”
"Please, baby," he breathed. "I bet you suck the best cock."
"I bet I do, too," I purred, rolling my hips against his again just to torment him. “Wanna find out?”
“More than anything.”
That was music to my ears. I grinned to myself and slid down his body, echoing his motions from a few minutes ago when he’d done the same to me. When I flexed my ass over his calves, I decided that was low enough, and reached for his tented boxers. “Seeing is believing,” I teased, using his words from earlier against him. “And I believe I need to see this for myself.”
Not that I could see in the dark. Not with the blankets over us.
Not that it mattered.
I dragged the material down his legs and freed his cock for my hands, moaning at the feeling of his hot flesh meeting my palms. There was something about a man’s cock—all that delicate, soft skin over rigid hardness—that made me ache. And Brodie had a gorgeous cock. Thick and delicious, with a big, fat crown. It was like he knew just how perfect his cock was and that was part of what made him so confident. Not that I wanted to feed his ego, of course. “Not bad, not bad,” I murmured.
He gave a short, wheezing laugh as my hands squeezed his flesh. “You kidding me? You love it, don’t you?”
“I would never say such things aloud and inflate your pride,” I told him with a smile. “I think it’s big enough. And I won’t know for sure if I love it or not until I give it a little taste.” I leaned in and ran my tongue over the head of it. “Mmm. Has potential. I think I need to taste it again to make sure.”
“Kandis,” he moaned, voice ragged. “You are such a fucking tease.”
“I am, aren’t I? And you love it.” I dragged my tongue over the head again, tracing it and learning the contours. The head was definitely thick, the ridge around the crown so prominent and delicious that I wanted to spend hours just tracing it with the tip of my tongue and learning all its secrets. The head of his cock was beaded with pre-cum that reappeared no matter how many times I swiped it away with my tongue, and I loved that I was driving him so crazy. I let my fingertips flutter down to his sac and trailed my mouth down his length, exploring him.
He groaned again. “Take me in your mouth.”
His demands were making me all wet with need again, but I didn’t tell him that. I ignored his words and caressed his sac a bit longer and then brushed my lips over the head of his cock in a blatant tease. “Do what with my mouth?”
His hand went to my short hair and he fisted his hand in my locks, pushing my head down on his cock. “Kandis. Need your lips on me. Need to be in your mouth.”
I resisted his pushing. “You need it?” I teased.
“God, yes. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to thinking about your mouth down there.”
He had? When and where? The thought of him furtively stroking his cock in shadowy corners sent delicious flutters through me, and I rewarded him by closing my lips around the head of his cock. His hand tightened on the back of my head, and this time, when he pushed, I let him guide, taking him deep into my mouth.
“My beautiful Kandis. Just like that. Your mouth is paradise on Earth.”
I swirled my tongue around his cock and then drew back until only the head was in my mouth. Then, I worked him deep again. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and it became my goal to take him deep until my lips hit my curled hand. And with every stroke deep into my mouth, Brodie groaned all over again.
Then his hand tugged at my hair. “Get up, baby. I’m going to come.”
I ignored him, working him over, sucking him deep until the head of his cock butted against the back of my throat. His breathing was shallow and rough, and I loved that, loved taking him deep into my mouth and giving him so much pleasure that he lost control.
Brodie’s fingers curled tight in my hair, and that was the only warning I got before he came, the hot splash of his come going down the back of my throat. I swallowed, my throat working around his cock, nearly gagging me with his length.
He pulled out a moment later and his hand caressed my cheek, even as he panted and tried to regain his breath. “That was incredible.”
I swallowed again, wiped the edges of my mouth, and then crawled up the bed to curl up at his side. “Glad you liked it.”
“Loved it,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He chuckled. “I’m going to be sad when I go home and we’re not sharing a bed any longer.”
I said nothing. Funny how my heart squeezed at the thought of that. So he was already thinking about going home? I hadn’t even considered it. Didn’t want to think about it.
When I finally came down, I panted hard and stopped biting my hand. I'd probably have a bruise there in the morning.
I probably didn't care.
I made a small sigh of pleasure in my throat and reached for Brodie, trying to drag him up my body. "Come here and kiss me," I said breathlessly. "God, that was amazing. You're amazing."
"I know," he said, a hint of amused smugness in his voice. Typical Brodie. Cocky and arrogant and way too charming for his own good. But he slid back up my body and propped himself up on his hands, and then gave me an achingly sweet kiss. "How was that?"
"The kiss?" I asked, still dazed from the experience.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my nose. "Everything."
"Mmm. Incredible. You just trying to get me to flatter you?"
"It's entirely possible," he said, and I could hear the grin in his words. "But I mostly wanted to see you come."
"Well, I came. I came hard," I said shyly. My hand throbbed in response.
"I know you did, baby. You were bucking and twisting like a bronco."
That…was an embarrassing comparison. I grabbed him around his neck and dragged him against me. When he fell on top of me, I rolled the two of us over in the bed, and we got tangled in the sheets. It took a moment for us to work our way out, and then I pushed them off, my short hair nearly sticking straight up thanks to the static from the blankets. It took a minute for us to re-situate our blanket fortress, but when we were back under the little private tent of sheets, I was on top of Brodie's shirtless body. I straddled his hips with mine and then ground against his erection with my naked flesh. "Now, how about you? How are you feeling?"
His hands moved to my hips, pinning me against him as he rolled them in response. "What does that tell you?"
I moaned again as his erection ground against my still-sensitive parts. "It tells me that someone wouldn't mind getting his cock sucked."
He sucked in, as if breathless by the visual that offered. "No, no he would not. You offering?"
"You bet I am." I dragged a finger down the center of his chest and then traced one of his flat nipples. "But I'm not hearing a ‘please.’”
"Please, baby," he breathed. "I bet you suck the best cock."
"I bet I do, too," I purred, rolling my hips against his again just to torment him. “Wanna find out?”
“More than anything.”
That was music to my ears. I grinned to myself and slid down his body, echoing his motions from a few minutes ago when he’d done the same to me. When I flexed my ass over his calves, I decided that was low enough, and reached for his tented boxers. “Seeing is believing,” I teased, using his words from earlier against him. “And I believe I need to see this for myself.”
Not that I could see in the dark. Not with the blankets over us.
Not that it mattered.
I dragged the material down his legs and freed his cock for my hands, moaning at the feeling of his hot flesh meeting my palms. There was something about a man’s cock—all that delicate, soft skin over rigid hardness—that made me ache. And Brodie had a gorgeous cock. Thick and delicious, with a big, fat crown. It was like he knew just how perfect his cock was and that was part of what made him so confident. Not that I wanted to feed his ego, of course. “Not bad, not bad,” I murmured.
He gave a short, wheezing laugh as my hands squeezed his flesh. “You kidding me? You love it, don’t you?”
“I would never say such things aloud and inflate your pride,” I told him with a smile. “I think it’s big enough. And I won’t know for sure if I love it or not until I give it a little taste.” I leaned in and ran my tongue over the head of it. “Mmm. Has potential. I think I need to taste it again to make sure.”
“Kandis,” he moaned, voice ragged. “You are such a fucking tease.”
“I am, aren’t I? And you love it.” I dragged my tongue over the head again, tracing it and learning the contours. The head was definitely thick, the ridge around the crown so prominent and delicious that I wanted to spend hours just tracing it with the tip of my tongue and learning all its secrets. The head of his cock was beaded with pre-cum that reappeared no matter how many times I swiped it away with my tongue, and I loved that I was driving him so crazy. I let my fingertips flutter down to his sac and trailed my mouth down his length, exploring him.
He groaned again. “Take me in your mouth.”
His demands were making me all wet with need again, but I didn’t tell him that. I ignored his words and caressed his sac a bit longer and then brushed my lips over the head of his cock in a blatant tease. “Do what with my mouth?”
His hand went to my short hair and he fisted his hand in my locks, pushing my head down on his cock. “Kandis. Need your lips on me. Need to be in your mouth.”
I resisted his pushing. “You need it?” I teased.
“God, yes. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to thinking about your mouth down there.”
He had? When and where? The thought of him furtively stroking his cock in shadowy corners sent delicious flutters through me, and I rewarded him by closing my lips around the head of his cock. His hand tightened on the back of my head, and this time, when he pushed, I let him guide, taking him deep into my mouth.
“My beautiful Kandis. Just like that. Your mouth is paradise on Earth.”
I swirled my tongue around his cock and then drew back until only the head was in my mouth. Then, I worked him deep again. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and it became my goal to take him deep until my lips hit my curled hand. And with every stroke deep into my mouth, Brodie groaned all over again.
Then his hand tugged at my hair. “Get up, baby. I’m going to come.”
I ignored him, working him over, sucking him deep until the head of his cock butted against the back of my throat. His breathing was shallow and rough, and I loved that, loved taking him deep into my mouth and giving him so much pleasure that he lost control.
Brodie’s fingers curled tight in my hair, and that was the only warning I got before he came, the hot splash of his come going down the back of my throat. I swallowed, my throat working around his cock, nearly gagging me with his length.
He pulled out a moment later and his hand caressed my cheek, even as he panted and tried to regain his breath. “That was incredible.”
I swallowed again, wiped the edges of my mouth, and then crawled up the bed to curl up at his side. “Glad you liked it.”
“Loved it,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He chuckled. “I’m going to be sad when I go home and we’re not sharing a bed any longer.”
I said nothing. Funny how my heart squeezed at the thought of that. So he was already thinking about going home? I hadn’t even considered it. Didn’t want to think about it.
