Page 17 of Big Catch
Bray positions me under the spray and grabs the soap. He lathers his hands and places them on my body. “Sore?” he asked.
“Yeah, a bit.”
He cringes. “Were we too rough?”
“Nope. It was perfect, Bray.” My heart thuds, the closeness, the connection I feel to him in such a short time, a little hard to comprehend. Bewildering or not, it’s still there, tugging at me. Lacking any sort of inhibition, I go up on my toes and place a soft kiss on his mouth. His breath seems to stall as his eyes meet mine.
“What was that for?” he asks softly as he spins me around, securing my back to his stomach as one soapy hands goes to my stomach.
“For—”
“Never mind,” he says, his other hand going to my shoulder to pull my hair back. He presses his mouth to the sensitive spot on my neck. “You don’t need a reason to kiss me. Let’s make that a rule. Kissing whenever we want.”
“I like that rule.” His hands slide slower, and one glides between my legs. “How about touching when and where we like, too?”
The vision of Braydon and Ty touching me in public for all to
see races through my mind. Why the hell does that idea excite me so much? I used to be straight-laced, but in only a few short hours I’ve gone and done a complete about-face. Damned if I don’t like it. But what on earth would my family think if they knew I was here sleeping with two guys? But it’s so sexy. So forbidden. I feel a moment of panic, and my body stiffens.
Stop letting them control your life.
“You’re overthinking again aren’t you, Aly?” he asks.
I nod then shake my head to clear it. “I know.”
“Let’s get your mind on something else.” His fingers part my sex, and he lightly strokes my clit. “Too sore for this?”
“No,” I whisper and let my head fall back on his shoulder. “Never.”
He strokes gently, petting me softly, a feathery light brush over my clit. My breathing changes as I give myself over to the sensations he’s arousing in me.
“So nice,” I murmur.
He bends and puts his mouth near my ear. “Good,” he whispers, his warm breath racing over the shell of my lobe and eliciting a shiver from deep within.
He gently slides a finger inside me, and I close my eyes against the flood of pleasure. From behind, his cock grows against my back, and I wiggle my ass, wanting to tease him.
“Go ahead. Poke the bear, Aly, and see what it gets you.”
I grin at the way I get to him. There’s a heady power in knowing I can arouse this strong man, bring him to his breaking point.
Bray adjusts my feet, widens them, and pushes another thick finger inside me.
“Oh, yes, just like that,” I say without thinking.
“This is how you like it?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good, because for the next two weeks, this is how you’re going to get it. Every day, all day, whenever we want, wherever we want.”
His fingers stroke deep, and my legs weaken. Bray slides an arm around my waist and practically holds me up as he drives his fingers in and out of me. I sway slightly and he holds me tighter.
“That’s it, Aly. Just feel.”
As he stirs desires deep inside me, I move against his hand, the hot spray running over my breasts and stimulating my nipples. My eyes slip shut as his fingers slide in and out of me, his movements slow, deliberate, taking me higher and higher. My breasts grow swollen, hot, and I exhale a raspy breath as pleasure pools between my legs.
“You have the sweetest pussy,” Bray says. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on it again.”
