Page 26 of Hero: Claimed

When I get back to the hotel, Brinley sits on the one bed in the room, her shoes off, with her back resting against some pillows propped up along the headboard. The whole scene is so damn innocent, yet I feel it everywhere. She’s got the TV on, but when she turns and levels those eyes and that goddamn gorgeous smile on me, every instinct tells me to claim that woman in every way she can be claimed. I want to take her on every surface of this room in every way she’ll let me have her.

Damn that ass… I can’t wait to have that ass. I’ve got to go delicately with her, though. Don’t want to scare her off.

“What’s in the bags?” she asks. I set the bags next to the television, make sure the door to the room is locked, and pull out all the goodies. We pile up our paper plates that I grabbed before I left the store. I pour us both a couple fingers of bourbon into the plastic cups the hotel provides to get the party started.

After handing off her cup, I raise mine. “Cheers, bird. Here’s to happy memories.”

“To happy memories,” she answers and we both drink.

I don’t want her drunk tonight, but the whiskey definitely loosens her up some. We eat and talk and laugh, watching some stupid horror movie until she’s finished and gets up to wash her hands. I’m up pouring us each another shot when she comes out of the bathroom, and I’m feeling good, holding out the cup to her. She walks over to take it and I get that final whiff of her that pushes me right over the edge. No more waiting. Brinley becomes mine. Right fucking now.

Drink ripped from her hand, I set it down and turn on her. Holding her cheeks in my hands, I go in for the kiss I’ve been waiting for all night and walk her back, our lips never separating, until the backs of her knees hits the bed and she tumbles down. I go down with her, using my body to trap her, my knees to the outsides of her thighs, my elbows to the outsides of her arms.

“Levi, my glasses,” she whispers.

I hate to part with them, but she’s right. I remove them gently from her face, fold the arms and reach to place them on the stand next to the bed. That job done, I turn my attention back to the beauty beneath me, trapping her wrists once again. She squirms, but she’s not going anywhere—not that she’s trying. The woman kisses me with all of her. Her mouth, her body.

She explores, moving from my lips to my jaw. My Adam’s apple. But fuck, I want my turn and take it back. Sucking in a long breath, I peruse her body, thinking carefully about where I want to start, but she’s wearing too much clothing. And that’s where I start. Placing my hands at the base of her blouse, I slowly drag them up, touching every inch of heated skin underneath until that damn black, lacy bra becomes visible, teasing me. And I lean in, sucking on the soft cup, feeling her nipple pebble in my mouth. I suck hard. She moans and writhes. In the midst of it, she pushes her other tit up, wordlessly telling me she wants the attention on the other one now.

I oblige. Sucking that one harder. “Levi…” It’s my name wrapped up in a moan and I’m unsure if I’ve been this hard in my life. What I know is that I’ve never loved the sound of my own name more than I do now.

Every inch of her tastes delicious as I work my way lower until I reach the waist of her jeans. Brinley lifts her bottom from the bed so her fly is closest to my hand, giving me easy access to unbutton and pull the zipper. If the pants are coming off, it’s all coming off. Panties, too, getting tossed to the small table in front of the window, skidding off and landing on the chair next to it. And then I breathe in deep, breathing in the scent of her arousal, which has me practically busting out of my jeans from being so desperately turned on.

“Fuck, bird…” I whisper, my hot breath hitting her sex. She groans this time, widening her legs to accommodate me. If anything more beautiful than Brinley Brown spread wide for me exists in the world, I have no idea what that beauty would be.

I begin to stroke her, first with my finger until she grants me a low, “Oh… god…” and she lifts her bottom again to get closer.

“Need more, baby?” I press harder, waiting on her answer, which comes on a breath hitch.

“Ye-es.” My bird wants more, she gets more, and I plant my elbows into the bed, wrapping my arms around her thighs, scooting her forward to the edge of the bed. Then I take her with my lips and tongue; her whimpers fill the room even as she grinds her hot center against my mouth. I look up to watch her with her eyes pinched closed, her chest heaving as she uses a death-grip on the comforter beneath her hands. She grinds deeper, putting more pressure against my chin. Swear to Christ, when she starts vibrating, I strip down faster than a virgin getting it on prom night.

When the orgasm hits, her eyes flash open, her mouth drops, but she doesn’t make a sound. I think she’s trying to cry out, but no sound escapes. Chest heaving, tits bouncing, her back arches so far, she might be part contortionist.

Sexy as fuck.

In a hurry, I grab the box of condoms, tearing it open with my teeth, to toss the string of packets on the bed next to Brin’s hip. I tear one off and use my teeth to tear it open. “Hand, bird,” I order. She’s still shaking as she lets go of the comforter. I put a knee to the bed, leaning over her, putting the condom in her hand and together we roll it on.

She watches the whole time and puts pressure to my shaft. “D-Don’t you want me to return the… the favor?” she stutters.

“Later,” I answer while dropping my face to take her lips in a hard, satisfying kiss. She wraps her legs around my hips, letting me slide right in her tight, dripping wet heat. I’ve never been with a woman this tight before. When I open my eyes to check on her, hers are pinched closed again. This time, I’m not sure it’s totally out of ecstasy, and I stop mid-thrust.

“Bird, baby—you done this before?”

Her eyes pop open and all I see is fear. I sense fear. “Why?” she asks. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“Kinda hard for you to do this wrong, babe, but there are ways for me to get it wrong if you’ve never taken a cock before. You’ve orgasmed before. I could tell that; you didn’t freeze up and just let yourself feel it. I assumed…”

“Vibrator,” she cuts in.

“Inserted?”

“No. Though, my sister thinks so. I sort of fudged the truth with her.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she says as she sighs. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Baby, what’s embarrassing about it?”

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