Page 119 of Dirty Like Brody
His eyes caught mine as he found myentrance.
“Fuck,no.”
Then he slid into me, gripping my hips with his hands and rocking me against him. I was so wet, so swollen and accustomed to his hard length, I took him easily. But I squeezed him tight, giving back as good as I got as he kissed his way down mychest.
He gripped my ass, catching my swollen nipple in his mouth, and as I rode the edge, he touched my opening—the one behind my pussy. It didn’t bother me. I was way too turned on to dislike anything he might try. Actually, it felt good. Tingly and exciting as he pressed against me. That touch, so intimate, drove me closer… and as I rode him harder, more insistently, seeking my release, he shoved a fingerinsideme.
Whoa.
That felt too,toogood. Like a rush of sweet and salt… tingles spreading up and out, through my core, along my spine… I gasped his name as I came, flying apart in a sudden burst, as strange, unexpected pulses of pleasure rippled around his finger, deep inside me. He had me impaled with his finger and his cock, his other hand wrapped around my breast, my hard nipple in his teeth, and the pleasure… it was everywhere. All-consuming.
Cosmic.
As I slid back down from that ecstatic peak, Brody seemed to catch me. He kissed his way up my throat and I dropped my face tomeethis.
“Fuck… you’re good at sex…” I grinned at how stupid that sounded, even if itwastrue.
“I love you, Jessa,” he said, his voice gruff, and I got lost in his hands, his thrusts, as he kept at me. “Fuck… I love you…” I melted into him, kissing him, sliding my tongue deep in his mouth as he drove up into me and let loose, filling me with his heat. I reveled in his spasms, the feeling of this strong man falling to pieces beneath me, even as he squeezed me and kissed me and rocked into me again and again,groaning.
Afterward, once we’d had a chance to catch our breath and regain use of our limbs, he stumbled out into the night to collect his clothes and hisphone.
I hopped out after him, wiggling into my jeans, and pulled on my furry boots and jacket. I’d left my purse out there too, and I really wanted to grab the little tube of hand sanitizer I carried in my makeup bag. It probably wouldn’t even cross Brody’s mind, since he was a guy, but the thought of him walking around touching everything with a finger that was just up my butt was grossing me out… as epic as it might’ve felt in themoment.
“Yeah, sorry I missed you. How’ditgo?”
As I walked past him, he was dressed and already on a call. The man never stoppedworking.
Well… except for when he was fucking me. Hmm. I’d have to make noteofthat.
If you want Brody’s undivided attention, just spreadyourlegs.
I giggled a little to myself, smiling at him as his eyesmetmine.
“Seth show up?” he asked into the phone, and I froze in place. My breath choked in my throat. “Alright, brother. Fill me in tomorrow. I’ll come by in theafternoon.”
When he hung up, he was still looking atme. “What?”
“Clean your hands,” I said, whipping the sanitizer at him. I didn’t mean to throw it so hard—but he ducked a bit to avoid the missile, catching it with one hand just before it hithisface.
“What’swrong?”
“Nothing,” I said, striding back toward the truck, but I was already getting that tunnel vision thing that I got when I couldn’t deal and I just wantedtogo.
Goanywhere.
Go thefuckaway.
“Jesus,” he said, still standing there, watching me, “are we back hereagain?”
I snapped then. I threw my purse at his truck. Yeah; not one of my finer moments. I saw it bounce off the door and splat to the ground before I pivoted and started walking in the other direction. Away fromtheroad.
Straight off into the dark of some field in the middle of God-knew-where.
In the tunnel of my thoughts, I was already trying to figure out how to get out of this. My phone was in my purse. So I couldn’t exactly call Piper. But if I kept walking, I’d have to hit some other road, or eventually I’d find hishouse,or—
“Jessa.” Brody’s voice, sharp and freaked the fuck out, cut through my thoughts. “What’re youdoing?”
“Nothing,” I said. Which, of course, was all sorts of ridiculous. But I was already in full-on flight mode, which was pretty much akin to a panic attack; kind of overrode logic andrationality.
