Page 36 of Jilted
“Brett, no, we agreed. One night, remember?” She looked down at him but made no effort to move.
“One night wasn’t enough, Amy. I want more.” His voice was deep, heavy with sleep, and sexy as hell. He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks, and then pushed her down on his cock as he lifted his hips to meet her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. Christ, how was she supposed to think when he was buried inside of her?
“The choice is yours again,” he said, kneading her ass in his hands. “You can get up and we’ll move on like last night never happened, or we can do this again.” He rotated his hips ever so slightly, just enough so that she felt the movement.
“Brett.” She tried to sound serious, but it came out as needy.
Amy put her hands on either side of his head and stared at him. His eyes weren’t the normal crisp blue that she was used to seeing. No, they were hazy and filled with desire. How much more did he want? Once? Another full night? It was one of those questions that she wasn’t sure she really wanted an answer to. So, she did the only thing she could – she eased her body up and off him.
Brett grabbed her waist. “Amy, please,” he pleaded.
She smiled as she lowered herself back down onto him. And that’s all it took. Amy found his lips and kissed him hard as she rotated her hips on him, driving his cock deeper into her with each downward motion of her body.
“God, Brett,” she groaned, “nothing should feel this good.”
“You do.” He nipped at her bottom lip. Digging his heels into the mattress, he tightened his grip on her ass and fucked her hard and fast.
She met each of his upward thrusts with a downward one of her own. The sounds of their moans reverberated around them. It was hard to believe, but she was so close to coming already. The way he moved in and out of her, the way he held her, kissed her, moaned in between their kisses was incredible. Hell, everything about Brett Hudson was incredible.
And she was hopelessly in love with him. She’d loved him before they’d had sex. It was worse now. Her feelings wouldn’t be so easy to hide anymore. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. There was one thing she was sure of, though – she’d give herself to him for as long as he wanted. That probably made her sound pathetic, but at the moment, all she cared about was being with him.
Brett moved one hand back up to palm her head, the other remained on her ass, guiding her up and down on his cock. “Fuck, Amy, you feel incredible.” He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth with a frantic, needy, desperation that she matched stroke for stroke.
“Yeah,” she moaned, increasing the speed at which she moved on him. She curled her fingers against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as sat up fully on him. “So good.”
She flung her head back and closed her eyes. The feel of straddling Brett, of his cock stroking her inner walls, driving her to madness was euphoric. Amy never thought sex could be so good, so fulfilling while still making her crave more.
His large, warm hands covered her breasts, his thumbs rolled over her nipples, sending an extra jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. “God, I can’t get enough of you, Amy.” He clutched her hips and then sat up so that they were chest to chest.
She hooked her legs around his back and rocked on him as their mouths explored each other like it was the first time they’d ever kissed.
Amy leaned back and guided Brett’s mouth to her breast. She gasped and then moaned when he tugged her nipple between his teeth. The things this man could do with his tongue and mouth should be illegal it was so damn good. The tip of his tongue circled her hard nipple, making it even harder. Then he blew on it, causing her to tremble in his arms. Dear God, she was ready to explode from the feelings he brought out in her.
Brett slid his hands from her lower back up to her shoulder blades, bringing her to an upright position again, and finding her lips. Instead of kissing her, he traced her lips with his tongue, then nipped at them. The fact that it was still dark in the room, and she couldn’t see a thing, made everything he did that much more exciting.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
He did, and the world exploded around her. The room began to spin; her mind went fuzzy; and the only thing she could focus on was Brett’s cock inside of her, of her pussy clenching, desperate to hold him there as her clit throbbed with her impending release. She rocked on him harder and faster, her moans getting louder as he swelled inside of her.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, nipping at her ear.
In all the time she’d known Brett, she’d never once heard him call a girl baby or any other term of endearment like that. Of course, she didn’t know what happened when he was in bed with those other women, and she didn’t want to. For the time being, she wanted to believe that she was special, that this was a first for him.
“Amy,” he groaned, “please, baby, I want to feel you come on my cock again.”
She loved when he talked like that, and when he called her baby. They both increased the speed and intensity of their movements until she screamed his name and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. That one orgasm was more intense than the two she’d had last night. How was that possible? Oh, who cared! As long as he continued to make love to her like that, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her and her body.
If she wasn’t a hundred percent sure before – and she was – there were no doubts now. Amy was head over heels in love with Brett Hudson, the kind of love that would destroy her if not reciprocated by him. She just hoped to hell that Brett felt the same.
It took several moments for the tremors to ease from her body, leaving her limp and spent. Brett showered her shoulder and collarbone with kisses. She stroked the nape of his neck, holding on to him for as long as she could.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this, of you,” he said in between kisses.
“Mmm,” she said sleepily. “Me either.” They sat like that, in each other’s arms for several more minutes before Amy finally pulled away. “I’m starving.”
Brett laughed. “Me too.”
