Page 8 of Big Catch
With my sex pulsing, I try to widen my legs so he can touch me where I need it the most, but he clamps his thighs around mine and squeezes, the action pinching my clit in the most glorious ways. Pleasure, so much pleasure. His fingers shape the underside of my breasts, and instead of removing my bra, he jerks it downward, freeing my aching nipples. His mouth closes over one taught bud, and I arch into him. He draws one nipple between his teeth and as his tongue swirls, I feel it all the way to my core. It’s oddly exciting to have my bra on while he licks at me. He nibbles, then clamps down. I gasp from the sharp yet stimulating pain. I had no idea Braydon would be such an animal in the bedroom. Rough and greedy, he eats at me, taking his fill as heat builds in my core.
I touch his hair, rake my hands through it as I hold him to me, and catching me by surprise he flips me over. I gasp again at his roughness, his demand for control.
“Hands above head, legs tucked underneath you,” he instructs in a deep, severe voice that sends shivers skittering through me. “I want your ass in the air.”
What, really? No man has ever made that demand before, which is, oh, I don’t know…awesome. Epic sex here I come. Literally.
I reach up and grab the headboard as I put my legs underneath me.
“So fucking nice,” he murmurs as his hand trails down my back to toy with the band on my panties.
“Please,” I cry out, unsure of what I’m begging for as I rock against him.
He repositions and slides his arm around my waist to lift me. With my hands above my head grasping the rails tightly, and my breasts crushed against his bed, my ass is completely on display. I should feel vulnerable, exposed, but I don’t. I’m a million miles away from home, with no one telling me what to do or how to live my life, or giving me disapproving glares because I want to work in the ER trenches. Right now, I plan to have some much-needed fun, goddammit. Braydon groans and gives my ass cheeks a squeeze, his callouses abrading my skin in mind-blowing ways.
Jesus, that’s insanely hot.
Lust burns low in my belly as he grips my hips and grinds against me, his cock rock hard, like a steel rod against my body. I’ve never felt anything like it, but I sure as hell can’t wait to.
My clit throbs, screams for attention when he slides his hands between my thighs and cups my mound. He lightly nudges my swollen cleft through my panties, and I moan as my need turns into a sweet ache of pleasure.
He gathers my panties and tugs upward, and they slide into the crevice between my cheeks. His moan of approval thrills me. He’s clearly an ass man—not that I’m an expert or anything, but he does seem rather focused on mine, and that’s an all-time first.
“Such a pretty, pretty ass,” he murmurs, his voice so deep and low it’s difficult to hear him. He tugs harder, and the thin material slides in deeper, the friction stroking my clit, and taking me higher and higher. His mouth touches my skin, and he peppers me with wet, searing kisses that burn my flesh as his tongue trails a path from my cheek to the small of my back.
As he devours me, I soar, and he runs his finger along my seam, then tugs my panties aside to expose my hot sex. “Now about that deeper examination,” he murmurs, as he thrusts a finger inside me. Dizzy with need, I moan and move against him, but his finger stills inside me and I almost cry. I’ve never been needier or more turned on in my entire freaking life. I wait, then quickly realize he’s waiting for me to move—like he thinks I know what I’m doing here. The guys I’ve been with sort of just went about their own business when in bed—I’ve always ended up finishing the job myself. When I push back, he shoves another finger inside me.
“Yes,” I cry out, so gloriously full from two thick fingers. He strokes deep, and I ripple with sensual bliss.
He leans forward and pulls my hair. My head lifts, and my scalp burns with pleasure as he tugs. Feeling bolder than ever, I shamelessly fuck his fingers like the seductive dirty girl I’m pretending to be. I close my eyes and ride him harder as sensations charge through me.
He pulls his fingers out, and my stomach clenches. I cry, unfulfilled, but that cry quickly turns into a moan of pleasure when he nudges my legs open wider, lies on his back, and slides beneath me, until his mouth is lined up with my hot sex.
He squeezes my ass again. “Ride my face. I want you to come in my mouth.”
I rock, rubbing my clit over his tongue as I stimulate my nipples on the bedding. Holy God, everything about this is crazy, intense. What I’ve been doing before…well, that was child’s play, a cone of vanilla ice cream compared to this. Braydon is one downright dirty, demanding, totally dominant guy. Pure animal. I totally love it.
I want to touch him, drag my nails over his gorgeous body, but my position doesn’t allow it. Not that I’m complaining. What he’s doing between my legs can only be described as magical. His tongue slides along my nether lips, his mouth sucking and kissing as he shoves his tongue inside me. I push down on him, and his hands grip my waist to control the depth and penetration.
More.
His tongue picks up the tempo, driving inside me then striking my clit with precision. Hot sensations coil through me at the duel assault, and my womb clenches. I’m so freaking close to exploding, but I need this to continue almost as much as I need it to end.
“Yes,” I murmur, and he pulls me down, letting me grind against his face. “Oh, yes, like that.” He licks and strokes and nips my clit until I can’t take any more. “I’m…I’m coming,” I cry out, and he moans, the sound vibrating against my swollen nub as I tumble over the edge.
My sex pulses and squeezes, the mind-numbing sensations shutting down my ability to think as I come. I’d be embarrassed by my cries, and the way I’m rubbing against him like a purring cat, if it weren’t so damn good. Correction—great. I think I hear him curse as he laps at me, but I can’t be sure. I can’t hear anything over my own panting breaths.
He flattens his tongue, and his long, luxurious licks stretch out, become lighter as he circles my sensitive clit, coming close but not touching. He obviously knows how a woman’s body works, and there is no doubt I’ve won some kind of man lottery here. He lightly feathers his tongue over me, and when my spasms stop, he slides out from beneath me. While I’m sad to see him go, I’m anxious to finally touch his body. I’m about to speak, but his deep, hard—demanding—voice stops me.
“Over.”
I turn, anxious to see the silhouette of his hard body and race my hands over him, but before I can gaze at him in the thin stream of light slanting against the wall, he climbs up my body, his legs on either side of my head. With those big hands that just brought me so much pleasure braced on the wall behind me, he feeds me his cock. I take it to the back of my throat and slide my hands around to grip his firm ass.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Suck my cock, doc, and moan for me. Let me know how much you like it.”
I make another mewling sound, his dirty, raspy words making me so hot my sex is clenching without any penetration at all. That’s never happened before.
Epic.
