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“Oh God. Oh my God.” My cries muffle into the crook of his neck when he releases my lip, edging out before slamming home.
The frisson of pain and the force of his drive undo me. I come so damn hard that the world blacks out and there’s only me and him. His endless curses gritted in my ear while Brody chases his own release. My body is shaking and every cell of my being is buzzing as he pulls out and his hot cum spurts over me. Coating my stomach and chest. It scalds my skin. Even when I open my eyes, I can’t see anything through my pleasure hazed vision.
“Fuck,” Brody blows out a ragged breath over my face as he falls beside me on the bed.
Holy shit.
I can’t move for the life of me, let alone speak. All I can do is blink my blurry vision straight so I can smile at him as he unhooks my bra from around my waist and uses it to clean up his cum.
A grin tugs at his lips as I shudder at his touch. “Next time you tease me, I’ll hold out until you fall on your knees and beg.”
Next time. I giggle at the presumption, but at this point I won’t deny that I want more of this. Of him. The fucking.
A loud giggle bursts from me as I pull my pillow over my eyes and Brody bites my thigh playfully. I don’t care that I’m still naked and sticky from last night when he blows raspberries to my hip before sucking my tender flesh into his mouth and using his body weight to hold me down while he tickles me.
“I thought you were leaving,” I whine, throwing my pillow to the side and looking down at him.
Of course, he’s got that victorious grin on his face that makes me want to slap him while my insides turn to mush.
“I am, but I can’t find my t-shirt.” Face-planting my stomach, he lets out a groan. “I need to get back to Maggie’s before the kids wake up.”
“What are you waiting for?” I smirk at him, pushing up onto my elbows as my hands comb through his thick, unruly hair. “You know where the door is.”
“T-shirt, smartass!” The sting of his slap on the side of my thigh makes me squeal.
“Fuck,” I blurt between gritted teeth. “Save the spanking for the sex.”
Bright brown eyes widen on mine with a tilt of his head. I’m flushing as my remark sinks in for me even before he tells me, “Careful what you wish for, Angel.”
The victorious grin on his face morphs into something promising. Something that makes it impossible to hold his stare without squirming at the feel of his hands trailing down my legs as Brody gets off the bed. He stares at my breasts as I move to get up, too.
Normally, I’d be self-conscious about them. They’re not massive, but they’re big enough that I’ve spent most of my post-pubescent life agonizing over the right tops to wear, so they’re not out for the world.
“Guess you’re a boob guy?” I ask, tugging my slinky bathrobe from the back of my bedroom door and slipping it on.
“Am I?”
Another light giggle falls from me when he pins me to the wall beside the door and teases my lips with the ghost of his own before he leans in, lowering his face to my chest. Even before his mouth touches me, my body is trembling at the prospect. The delicious twist of my insides has my breaths stuttering. And then with his hands tugging my robe open, Brody trails open-mouthed kisses to the top of my breasts.
It’s not enough that he’s disarmed all my defenses. He’s now ruining every vow I made to myself. And there’s nothing I can do but let him. Even if I wanted to fight his advances, my body would betray me. He’s irresistible, infuriating, and flummoxing. He’s the poster boy for contradiction. The promise of heartbreak. Still, I’m hooked. Addicted to his kiss. Craving his next touch. The more he gives me, the more I want.
A sharp gasp clogs my throat when he bites down on my breast, pulling the tender flesh into his mouth with his tongue laving over it. My blood is rushing to the surface at his unrelenting effort.
“Fuck, Brody,” I stutter, uselessly trying to pry him off my boob. “Stop. Stop. Stop, you need to—”
“I need to go,” he rasps with a hard pinch to my nipple as he straightens, still glancing down at my chest with an amused smirk.
Oh. My. God. I stare down at the bright red mark on my chest. Fuck.
“Guess you’re right,” he says with his smirk broadening to a grin, “I’m a boob guy.”
Opening the door, he slips out while I do up my robe again and follow after him.
“How old are y—” My words come to an abrupt halt when I bump straight into his back.
“Looking for these?” Becca, my housemate, asks with a smug laugh while she holds up my jumpsuit from yesterday in one hand and Brody’s t-shirt in the other. Her face is tinged a light pink as she ogles Brody.
“Thanks,” he smiles at her, plucking his top from her hold and putting it on. “Nice to meet you…”
