Page 23 of If You Go
He moves his thighs up and back down, one at a time, stepping out of his sweats before kicking them away. Then his large fingers deftly tear open the small square package, pulling out a condom and tossing the wrapper onto the floor. He places the end onto his tip and begins to roll it down his shaft, pinching the tip with one hand, and sliding it down with the other. Once the condom is fully seated, he places a knee onto the bed, directly under my thigh, and then follows suit with the opposite. His hard member pushing lightly into my inner thigh, so close to where I want it, but not close enough.
Leaning forward, Brenden places his upper body weight onto his elbows, his muscled forearms tensing on either side of my shoulders. He lowers his mouth to mine, his warm breath mingling with my own as he captures my lips in aslow, deliberate kiss that makes my toes curl. I taste the faint sweetness of whiskey and myself on his tongue as he explores my mouth, while simultaneously rolling his hips in a hypnotic rhythm, pressing the lubed head of his thick cock against my slick entrance. With each deep kiss, he applies more pressure, the sensitive tip parting my swollen lips, stretching me deliciously as he gradually works himself inside, inch by exquisite inch.
“That’s it, Siren,” he whispers in my ear when he removes his lips from mine. “Good girl. Take my cock like it was made for you. ”
I whimper at his words. The feeling of him stretching me as he coaches me along. I never knew I had a praise kink, but I am absolutely loving this. His gaze meets mine, a question in there somewhere.
“I’m okay, it feels amazing. Keep going.” My thoughts are jumbled from the mixture of pleasure and pain radiating from my stretched pussy. I am having trouble making complete sentences.
After several more languid thrusts, he is finally seated within me fully, and he pauses, both of us panting and sweating already.
“You are so fucking tight,” he groans. “Surry. Holy fuck. I have to stop or I’m going to blow already.” His body is trembling with the self restraint. The mixture of that and his words bringing me immense pleasure. To have done nearly nothing, and to have already brought this man to his knees, not only literally but figuratively. It does something to a girl's ego, that’s for sure.
I begin to flex my inner walls, squeezing him tightly, and letting go, in rapid succession. He groans louder before he sits up abruptly and pulls my hips up with him. He is still filling meto the brim, and I never want to be parted from his body at this point.
He gives me a wild look before moving his hips back with his hands firmly around my waist, and slams us together, the head of his dick hitting my cervix like a battering ram. I gasp and he stops, looking at my face, studying me.
I look him in the eye. “It’s… tight,” I gasp.
“If it’s too much, tell me. We’ve got forever.”
Forever? He’s insane.
“No. We have tonight. Fuck me, Brenden Slater.”
He thrusts all the way once again. Hard. Deep. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my legs trembling already. He continues to move, fucking into me with deep, languid thrusts, each movement bringing me closer to the edge. My eyes close with the feeling, sucking me into my body as he brings my pleasure closer to the surface.
He abruptly stops once more before speaking to me. “Open your eyes, Siren,” he commands in a deep, sultry voice, hand back on my throat before I even realize it. “Look at me when my cock is inside you.”
I instantly obey. He lets go and our eyes lock as he begins to thrust into me once again, lowering his upper body to lay over top of me, and starts to kiss my neck. His tongue caresses my neck, the sensual movements driving me insane. He places his lips over the same spot and begins to suck. I’m sure I’ll have a hickey in the morning.
He continues thrusting into me as breathy moans work up my throat and fill the room with the sounds of my ecstasy. Moving his mouth from my neck to my ear, he caresses the shell with his expertly trained lips and tongue. Brenden growls—a sound that vibrates through my bones—and then does exactly that. He stops and pulls out so quickly that I gasp at the sudden emptiness. Before I can process the loss, his strong hands gripmy waist, fingers pressing into my flesh as he flips me over with practiced ease.
My palms and knees sink into the soft mattress, my hair falling in a curtain around my face. I freeze, muscles tensing, as he positions himself behind me, memories flooding my senses. The heat of his body radiates against my back before he enters me again in one fluid motion, stretching me deliciously. The feeling and the position working in tandem to both put me at ease, and cause anxiety to racket through my mind and body. His right hand slides up my spine, then around to my chin, tilting my face toward him. Our eyes lock, his pupils blown wide with desire, and something in his gentle yet commanding gaze anchors me to the present. This is Brenden Slater, this is not Gavin, I tell myself a few times before I take a deep, shuddering breath and the fog of memory clears. This is not Gavin. This is not eleven years ago.
This is now. This is a man who has never done a bad thing to me. Dirty, but not bad. I take another deep breath and let it out before arching my back and pushing into him as he thrusts even harder into my center, winding my orgasm up until I am nearly at the precipice.
His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up and onto my knees, back against his chest. His cock driving deeper, harder. He slows, thrusts languid, kissing my shoulder. My walls flutter, milking him, but he knows what he’s doing. My orgasm stays where it is, no longer building but holding steady.
“The moment I saw you in my room,” he pants, speaking between thrusts, “I knew I should’ve taken you. But having you here, taking me like this—fuck.” His movements become erratic the longer he talks. A song I know comes on, BEG! by Vana, and it is the perfect song to have him come to. I smile evilly.
I lean forward until his dick slips out of me and I sit up onto my knees before spinning around and facing him. I place myhand onto his chest and push him to the side until he is leaning up against the headboard, and he adjusts so he is sitting upright, back pressed straight against the black wooden frame. I crawl to him on my hands and knees until I reach his waist and then place my hands onto his shoulders and pull myself up to him, my front flush to his.
His skin is warm where it touches mine, and he has a light scatter of hair along his entire chest. I run my finger down it, enjoying the way it tickles my finger. I lean forward and lave my tongue from his pecs up to his neck as I situate myself to straddle him.
He looks down at my breasts and grabs them, pulling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as I take position, placing my entrance above his throbbing erection. It twitches slightly as my smooth lips graze his tip so I begin to rock back and forth, teasing the tip. Brenden shudders and moans, before growling and giving me a look that tells me he has little patience left.
With the height difference he is still taller than me, my knees unable to touch the bed as I straddle him. He bends down and places a kiss onto my lips, his beard both rough and soft against my flushed skin. His tongue tastes of salt and desire and me as it slides against mine, sending electric shivers down my spine.
"I want to watch you cum all over me," he whispers hoarsely, his breath hot against my ear. I moan at his words, my back arching involuntarily. His eyes, dark and hungry, lock with mine. "I want to see your face when you fall apart. The way your eyes glaze over, the way your lips part. You're mine, Surry. Not just tonight but forever—every tremble, every sigh, every inch of you is mine."
He grabs my hips and lifts me, slamming me down, spearing his hardness into me again and again. My climax builds, his tip once again hitting deep inside me, driving me closer to the edge.I’ve never been taken like this—so deeply, so completely. Every thrust feels like he’s claiming a part of me I didn’t know was still alive.
“Brenden! I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—BRENDEN!” I can’t form words anymore; my brain is mush. My arms barely hold me up, and my head lolls forward before I throw it back and scream my pleasure into the room. I ride him until I can’t stay up anymore, my nails having implanted themselves into his shoulders before I go limp.
He snarls as soon as my hands begin to slip, thrusts jagged, roaring my name as he fills me. His heat pulses inside me.
We collapse together, sweaty, breathless. My head rests on his shoulder. His hand strokes my hair.
