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Brett looked down at the prominent tent in his boxer briefs and smiled. If she even needs to ask—will this suffice as my answer?
Chapter Twenty-One
Alisha walked over to the door that connected her room to Brett’s and laid a hand on it. Once she knocked, everything between them would change. Was she ready for it?
Images of him flashed through her mind. She saw him sitting beside her on the dock, barefoot in his suit, there simply because he wanted to make sure she was all right. She remembered how gently he’d taken care of her when she was sick, how thoughtful each of his gifts had been.
It wasn’t a competition. She didn’t know what it was, but she had a feeling that if she walked away from him now, she would spend the rest of her life regretting it. A week. A month. A year of him was better than a lifetime without him.
I’m a survivor. If he breaks my heart, I’ll pick myself up and go on.
She unlocked her side of the door and knocked softly once, then more firmly.
“Come in,” he said as if he were directly on the other side of the door.
She opened the door. A huge smile spread across her face at the sight of him. There he was in all his glory, like some half-dressed gladiator. Her breath caught in her throat at the muscular perfection of his bare chest and broad shoulders. Her gaze slid lower, across his flat stomach to his dark-blue briefs that did nothing to conceal his enormous erection.
Her thighs quivered as warmth spread through her. She raised her eyes to his. Any feeling of embarrassment was far overshadowed by the hunger in his eyes. She gulped, then said, “So I talked to Rachelle and—”
He stepped forward and dug his hands into the hair behind her ears. As he lowered toward her, she whispered, “I’ll tell you about it later.”
His mouth plundered hers. There was no hesitation, no gentleness. She met his kiss with a matching hunger, opening her mouth wider for him. His tongue darted around hers, tasting, luring. It demanded all of her, and she gave herself over gladly, finally.
His lips were hot and wet as he kissed his way across her cheek. “I want you so fucking much,” he growled into her ear.
“Oh yes,” she whispered back. God, yes.
He lifted her shirt over her head and unsnapped the back of her bra with professional speed. With a groan, he lifted one of her breasts to his mouth. He licked across it once, an act that sent a shiver of pleasure through her, then took it deeply into his mouth. The way he suckled, then flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple had her whimpering and begging him not to stop. He did, but only to give her other breast the same attention.
Her hand sought his manhood, but he said harshly, “No, I’m already too fucking turned on. Your tits are heaven, but I want to taste you.” He unzipped her skirt and slid it down, along with her panties, for her to step out of.
His hand sought her sex, and he slid a finger between her lower lips. “You’re so wet I could fuck you right now, but I want you to come for me first.”
He lifted her, carried her to the couch, and sat her on the arm of it. Her feet dangled above the floor, so she steadied herself with an arm along the back of the couch. He left her there for a moment, then returned with a condom box that he dropped on the floor between her spread legs. He removed his briefs, releasing his long, thick cock.
She licked her lips, drawing his attention back to her mouth. He stepped between her legs and bent to kiss her again. The tip of his cock rasped against her leg. Her hand wrapped around it, loving the promise of its size and hardness. “You feel so good,” she said.
He groaned, and as he moved to kiss his way down her chest again, his cock slipped out of her hand. “So do you.” He nipped at her rib cage. “So fucking good.” His lips burned a path across her stomach to just above her mound. Instead of diving in, he pushed her thighs farther apart and kissed his way from her knee to just before her sex and then repeated that action on the other side.
Alisha was clenching the back of the couch with one hand and steadying herself with her other. She felt off-balance and completely at his mercy, but joyfully so. She realized something very important in that moment: she trusted him in a way she’d never trusted a man before, and that allowed her to give herself fully over to how good he made her feel.
His talented tongue darted across her lower lips, and she adjusted her seat so she was spread open for him. He groaned in approval and thrust his tongue deeply inside her. She shuddered at the power of the act. He found her clit with his thumb and began to move back and forth across it in a thrilling rhythm. His tongue plunged in and out of her, deeper with each stroke. She put a leg over one of his shoulders and pulled him closer with it, urging him to continue.
The man had been blessed with a tongue of fantasies. Strong. Relentless. When she thought it couldn’t get better, he moved his talent to her clit. She clasped her legs around his head, and he chuckled. “Easy there.”
“Sorry,” she said, but she had already forgotten what for. As he flicked his tongue over her clit, he sank one of his fingers deeply inside her, then a second, hitting the spot she’d given up on a man ever finding.
That was all her body needed for her orgasm to explode. She shook and grasped at him as wave after wave of fire seared through her. His touch turned gentle, and he kissed his way across one of her thighs again. “I love the sounds you make when you come,” he said.
What sounds? Alisha wasn’t aware of having made a single noise. It had been that good.
While Alisha came slowly back to earth, he stood and rolled a condom on. As if she were one of those skinny women she’d always envied, he lifted her into his arms and settled her legs around his hips. Had she been capable of speech, she would have told him she was too heavy, but the feel of his cock teasing her entrance robbed her of all coherent thought. All that remained was the raw, primal need to feel him inside her.
The wall behind the couch felt cold on her shoulder blades, but his breath was hot as he kissed her neck. She ran her hands over every inch of him that she could reach, from his strong back to his amazing ass.
He dipped the tip of his cock into her, then withdrew it. She rocked against him, trying to take him deeper. He held her hips with his hands and thrust upward into her. Alisha clung to his shoulders and clenched herself around his cock each time he entered her. He started his rhythm slowly, each time filling her more. She writhed in his arms, loving how perfectly they fit.
“I’m trying to be gentle, but you feel too good,” he growled.
She realized then that, although she’d given herself over to their lovemaking, he was still trying to protect her. She bit his bottom lip and said, “Don’t hold back. Fuck me, Brett. Oh God. Do it.”
His back muscles flexed beneath her hands, and he took a step so she was pressed more fully against the wall. His breathing changed, and he pounded into her more powerfully with each stroke. Due to his size, it was a painful pleasure, but one that brought another wave of orgasm. She met him thrust for thrust, whimpering for him to plunge harder. He rocked her with a glorious, wild ride that brought tears to her eyes. She cried out his name as she came. He grunted and shook against her as he followed her lead.
For a while afterward, they stood there, both gasping for air in the aftermath. He kissed her lips softly, then withdrew and lowered her to her feet. “Is that what you wanted when you knocked?”
His lusty, pleased smile brought an answer to her lips. “How embarrassing if it wasn’t.”
He stepped away for a moment, to remove the condom, then returned and lifted her up into his arms. He sat on the couch and positioned her so she was on his lap, facing him, with her sex spread open above his already hardening cock. He took one of her hands in his, lacing his fingers with hers. His other hand came up to cup and caress her bare breasts. “Please don’t be embarrassed with me.”
Their connection seemed natural. “I’m not.”
He absently circled one of her nipples with his thumb. “Good, beca
use I like you naked. You’re perfect.”
She’d never felt that way, but she didn’t need to be every man’s ideal as long as she was his. “You’re not so bad, yourself.”
He grinned. “I know.”
She rolled her eyes, but her sarcastic retort died on her lips when the tip of his shaft dipped into her. “Do you have another condom?”
He reached over to pick one off the arm of the chair and gave her a cocky smile. “Why, is there something you want?”
She rose onto her knees, moved her breasts across his chest, and whispered into his ear, “Only if you have what it takes to fuck me again.”
He chuckled. “You have a dirty mouth for a kindergarten teacher.”
“You have no idea,” she teased, loving how he flushed at her forwardness. She swirled a hand coquettishly across his chest. “I can control it, though, if you don’t like it.”
He ran his hands down her back and gripped her bare ass. “Don’t you dare.” He slid her back onto his legs so that his cock stood upright between them. “Although I can imagine better uses for your mouth than swearing.”
Alisha eased herself onto the floor and pushed his legs apart before crawling to kneel between them. “Really? I can’t.”
He wound his hand through her hair, tugged her face closer, and demanded, “Take me as deep as you can. I want to feel those lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
She flicked the end of it with her tongue. “Like this?”
It might have been a dangerous game with another man, but this was Brett. Even if she drove him to lose control, he would take care of her. That’s who he was. He hauled her closer still and ran the tip of his cock across her lips in a circular motion. “Open your mouth for me.”
She did, and he thrust himself deeply in. She had to stretch her mouth wide to accommodate the size of him, but it was worth it. His eyes half closed, and he groaned. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could. His pleasure was her pleasure. She ran her hands over his thighs hungrily, then brought one to cup his balls.
“Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “I want to see you make yourself come.”
