Page 58 of Broken Roads
Without conscious thought, I move toward her, drawn like a magnet to its opposite pole. My bare feet make no sound on the kitchen tiles, allowing me to close the distance between us undetected. When I'm directly behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, I plant my hands on the counter on either side of her, effectively caging her in.
She startles, a small gasp escaping her lips as her body tenses, then immediately relaxes as she recognizes my presence.
"Couldn't sleep either, sunshine?" I murmur, my lips close enough to her ear that my breath stirs her hair.
"Bradley," she whispers, her voice husky with surprise. She doesn't turn around, but her body arches slightly, her back pressing against my chest in silent invitation. "I thought everyone was asleep."
"Mhm," I hum against the skin just below her ear. "Been lying awake for hours, thinking about you. About us on that bench." My hands slide from the counter to her hips, tracing the sliver of exposed skin where her tank top has ridden up. "About the sounds you made when you came for me."
Her breath hitches, her head falling back against my shoulder. "Bradley—"
"I can't stop thinking about those sounds," I continue, my voice dropping lower as my thumbs trace circles on her hipbones. "Can't stop wondering what other noises I can pull from that pretty mouth of yours. Can't stop imagining how you'd sound with my fingers inside you, with my mouth on you." I press my hips forward, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. "With my cock filling you up."
A soft moan escapes her, the sound shooting straight to my groin. My already hardening cock thickens fully, pressing insistently against the thin cotton of my pajamas and the curve of her ass.
"There it is," I growl, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through her tank top while the other drifts lower, tracing the waistband of her shorts. "That's what I've been craving. Let me hear you again, sunshine. Let me make you feel good."
"Yes," she breathes, arching into my touch as my fingers find her nipple, rolling the hardened peak between thumb and forefinger. "Please, Bradley."
The needy catch in her voice snaps the last thread of my restraint. My hand dips beneath the elastic of her shorts, slidingpast the barrier of her panties to find her already wet for me. We both groan at the contact.
"Fuck, you're soaked," I murmur against her neck, my teeth grazing the tender skin there. "Is this all for me?"
She gasps as my middle finger circles her clit with deliberate pressure. "Been thinking about you all night, too. About what would have happened if you hadn't stopped us."
The confession makes my cock throb against her ass, and I can't resist grinding against her while my fingers continue their exploration. I find her entrance, teasing it with the tip of my finger without pushing inside, enjoying the way she whimpers and pushes back against me.
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my voice rough with need. "Say it out loud."
She grips the edge of the sink, knuckles white with tension as she rocks against my hand. "Your fingers," she manages, the words strained. "Inside me. Please."
I reward her by slowly sinking a finger into her pussy, groaning at how tight and wet she feels around it. "Like this?" I ask, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back in, deeper this time.
"More," she pleads. "I need more."
I add a second finger on the next thrust, stretching her gently as my palm grinds against her clit. Her head falls back against my shoulder again, eyes closed, lips parted in pleasure. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, flushed and desperate, coming apart under my touch.
"That's it," I encourage, establishing a rhythm that has her hips moving in sync with my hand. "Show me how you like it."
My fingers curl inside her, searching for that spot that will make her see stars. When I find it, her whole body jolts and a choked cry escapes her.
"Bradley," she moans, the sound sending fresh heat surging through me. "I'm close. So close."
"I know, sunshine," I murmur, increasing the pace of my fingers. "I can feel it."
My own hips move against her, seeking friction against the perfect curve of her ass. The thin fabric of our clothes does little to dull the sensation, and each roll of my hips sends pleasure spiraling through me. I'm dangerously close to the edge myself, driven there by the sounds she makes and the way she moves against me.
"Let go," I command. "Come for me, sunshine."
As if she was waiting for permission, her body goes rigid before convulsing around my fingers. A broken cry tears from her throat as her inner walls clamp down, pulsing rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her. I keep my fingers moving, gentler now, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible.
The sight of her coming undone, combined with the pressure of her ass grinding back against me, is more than I can handle. With a strangled groan, I thrust against her one final time, my release hitting me with unexpected force. I bury my face in her neck, muffling my sounds against her skin as I make a mess I can't bring myself to care about.
For several heartbeats, we stay frozen in that position, her back to my front, both of us breathing hard as the aftershocks ripple through our bodies. Slowly, I withdraw my fingers from her, earning a small whimper at the loss. I press a gentle kiss to the side of her neck, then her jaw, before she turns in my arms, her lips seeking mine in a kiss that steals my breath.
When we finally break apart, I rest my forehead against hers. A smile tugs at my lips despite the sticky discomfort in my pants. "Well," I murmur, "that wasn't exactly how I planned this night to go."
A soft laugh escapes her, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "No complaints from me, cowboy."
