Page 9 of Big Catch
He growls, and my nipples harden as I become aroused all over again. I work my mouth over his cock, as he powers forward, hitting the back of my throat. I relax my muscles, wanting to take him deeper, but he’s too freaking big. No way, no how will I ever be able to take him all in. That doesn’t mean I won’t do my best.
“Fuck,” he cries out as he slides in a tiny bit more, and while I can’t breathe, my chest fills with pride that I can please him this way. He inches out, and I lick and swirl my tongue, completely engrossed in his cock
and anxious for him to spurt his cum down my throat, when he pulls all the way out.
I reach for him, wanting him back, but he flips me over once again. He lies over my body, pressing down on me as he reaches into his nightstand. I hear foil crinkle, and my heart hammers. He’s going to fuck me now.
He’s going to fuck me now.
Heart racing, I turn my head and try to see his handsome face. But he quickly sheathes himself, slides his arm around my waist to lift me until my knees are beneath me, my breasts once again on the bed. He slides my panties down my legs, and the slowness nearly kills me.
“Please,” I beg, and he just chuckles, but I sense his urgency, the restraint in his body.
Panties gone, he grabs my ass cheeks and kneads them as his crown probes my sex. I try to push back, force him in just a little, and he just chuckles some more. Damn controlling bastard.
But you love it.
Yeah, I straight up do.
His hand fists in my hair and in one hard thrust he jerks forward to seat himself high inside me.
“Yes,” I hiss, as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. My moan of consent seems to do something to him. He pulls almost all the way out and rams back into me, a new urgency about him. As he slams me into the bed, the sheets rasp my nipples, and the glorious ache racing through me brings on a full-body quake. I just about come again.
Behind me his breathing changes, a rapid succession of quick breaths as he pulls out only to drive back inside, over and over until I’m damn near delirious. The friction, oh God, the beautiful friction is doing the most glorious things to my overheated body. I move with him, and this time he lets me. He releases my hair, his big hands lifting me until I’m on all fours.
“Up,” he growls.
As I brace on my hands and knees, he slides his arm around my body, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over my aching nipples. I moan in bliss, and he grunts a response as he changes the speed and depth of penetration. Heat spreads inside me as my climax builds. I can tell he’s close by the swelling of his cock, filling me even more. He slams into me. Deeper. Faster. One hand leaves my breast, his breath hot on my back as he pants and stokes my swollen clit.
He applies more pressure, and the entire world ceases to exist. The only thing I can concentrate on is the pleasure coming to a peak between my legs. Sweet, sweet heaven. I let go and come all over him, my wet heat coating his cock.
A growl rips from his lungs as he releases high inside me. He falls over me, and I collapse onto the mattress, once again unable to breathe from his weight. I close my eyes and revel in it until he rolls and drags me with him. His breathing changes, becomes softer, and since I love being in his arms like this, I decide to briefly shut my eyes and enjoy this with him for one more moment before I sneak back to my room.
The early morning sun slants in through his curtains and pulls me awake. Groggy, I lie still and glance around. Where the hell am I? As soon as I see the Braydon asleep beside me, curled on his side with his back to me, memories from last night come rushing back. I touch my mouth and glance down at my body, used and bruised in the most glorious of ways.
My body aches in places I never knew existed, and as I think about that, I can’t help but smile. What a night! I look Braydon over, his broad back exposed as the sheet covers his lower torso. I want to touch him all over again—taste him everywhere. Seriously, the man knows his way around a woman’s body, and he brought me to orgasm unlike any other man ever could.
I glance at the door, but when I hear movement in the hall, I look for my panties and white coat. How will I ever make it back to my room without someone catching me? I’ll just have to wait them out while Braydon sleeps it off. Slipping out from between the sheets, I pad quietly to the bathroom, and glance at myself in the mirror. My lips curl when I take in the flush on my cheeks, the tumbled mess of my hair. God, I haven’t looked this sated or relaxed in…ever.
Since I’ve never had a one-night stand before, I’m not really sure how to act today, which is why I want to bail before Braydon wakes up. Last night was great, and I certainly don’t want to ruin it with any awkward morning-after talk. Then again, what’s the hurry? I’m here for two glorious weeks. Why not enjoy all Braydon has to offer while in paradise?
Who’s saying the morning has to be awkward? Maybe instead of hightailing it out of here, I can crawl back into bed with him. Pleasure crashes over me, and my libidinous body warms in all the right places as I consider the possibilities. Last night I woke him with a little mouth-to-mouth—why should this morning be any different? I’m not normally so brazen, but a night with him has woken a whole new, naughty side of me. With a plan in mind, I turn on the shower and soothe my muscles as I quickly rinse off.
I hear a noise in the other room. Is Braydon up? Hurrying so I can still catch him in bed, I wrap myself in a big fluffy towel and smooth my wet hair back. I give myself a quick once-over in the mirror then step into the other room. The smile falls from my face when my glance goes from the half-asleep man sitting up in the bed, to the wide-awake one looming in the doorway.
Ohmigod. What have I done?
Chapter Three
Braydon
I stand in Tyler’s doorway, crushing disappointment settling in my gut as Alyssa’s gaze skitters from me to my best friend, who is on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
“I…I…Oh my God…” Alyssa stutters.
“Morning, Alyssa,” I say. Goddammit, I shouldn’t feel so crushed that she preferred Tyler to me. She’s not mine and can sleep with whoever she wants. Then why the fuck do I feel so gutted, like I’ve been hollowed out inside?
“What’s going on, Bray?” Ty asks.
