Page 27 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“Careful, babe. You’ll make me come,” he said between gritted teeth.
Her eyes turned fierce as she dragged her tongue along his full length. “Take my mouth the way you took me last night.”
She watched him as she took every inch of him into her mouth. He grabbed her head, pulsing his hips slowly, so as not to hurt her. Her brows knitted, her eyes pleaded, and she bobbed her head faster, snapping his last shred of control. He pumped his hips, earning a smile around his cock that made him move even faster, rougher. Good God Almighty, nothing came close to this incredible woman. He reached down with one hand and took her nipple between his finger and thumb as he fucked her mouth. And then her hand dropped between her legs, and holy fucking hell, she worked herself over. Her eyes closed, and her moans vibrated around his shaft. Heat streaked down his spine at the sight of her sucking him while she fingered herself, spurring him on. He pinched her nipple and she grabbed his ass, holding him in her mouth as his orgasm crashed over him. He felt the head of his cock rubbing against the back of her throat. Sophie’s sweet sounds of pleasure made him come even harder.
He leaned against the tile as the last of the aftershocks rumbled through him. Sophie rose to her feet and said, “Kiss me.”
He lowered his mouth to hers. The first taste of her mixed with the taste of his arousal, bringing a shock, as he’d never kissed a woman after she’d blown him. But as quickly as the shock came, it subsided, and he lost himself in Sophie’s delectable kisses and the feel of her wet body against him. He pushed his fingers inside her, determined to make her come. When she moaned into the kiss, fondling his balls, his shaft greedily rose to the occasion. She reached between them and went up on her toes, trying to guide him inside her. He lifted her into his arms and her legs wound around his middle.
When the head of his cock slipped into her tight heat, he tore his mouth away and said, “No condom.”
“I don’t have any.” She pressed her hands to his cheeks and ran her tongue along his lips, making his entire body throb. “You can pull out, can’t you? I need to feel you inside me.”
Fuck. Tack another first onto the Sophie chart. Their mouths came together as he lowered her onto his shaft slowly, reveling in the feel of her tight heat engulfing him. The pleasure was pure and explosive as they moved in perfect harmony.
“Christ, Sophie.”
Her hands moved over his cheeks and into his hair as she met each of his thrusts with a pump and grind of her own.
“I want to disappear into you,” he said as he backed her up against the tile so he could thrust harder, take her deeper.
She grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Don’t come yet,” she begged. “I love feeling all of you.”
Her words, her voice, her sweetness slayed him. He crashed his mouth over hers, struggling against the pressure building up inside him. He kissed her harder, thrust in deeper, and she cried out into his mouth. Her sex squeezed him like a vise, pulsing around him. He tore his mouth away gritting his teeth against the urge to come as her orgasm went on and on. He didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to miss a second of being close to her. She moaned and mewled, clinging to him until she collapsed in his arms. He pulled out, still holding her against him with one arm, and stroked himself through his powerful release.
They were both panting for air as she slid down his body. The evidence of their passion spread over her thighs and that sweet tuft of hair between them.
“Damn, baby. That was too close. I pulled out in time, but the last thing either of us needs is a kid.”
“Sorry. I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted you. I wasn’t thinking.”
Her words pierced his chest, bedding down beside his heart, and guilt set in. “I should have done the thinking for both of us.” He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her slowly and tenderly, and vowed to be more careful with her in the future.
Holy fuck, another first. He wasn’t ready to give her up.
Chapter Five
BY MIDMORNING, SOPHIE was relaxing in Central Park, enjoying the peaceful sounds of leaves swishing in the gentle breeze, people milling around the lawn, and the warm sun on her face. Hanging out in the park reminded her of home, and when the world, or thoughts of Brett, overwhelmed her, it was her go-to relaxation spot. She set her new Kurt Remington novel on the blanket and lay on her back, thinking about her morning with Brett. He’d sought her out again, which she wanted to believe meant something special. But how could she know? The gravity between them had pulled her right out of careful-Sophie mode and into some sort of sexual-wild-woman persona. She couldn’t have held back if Brett had been wearing a neon warning sign that read DANGER! AFRAID OF COMMITMENT! The way he’d kissed her with so much passion, she’d felt it soaring through her, and the things he’d said had made her believe he’d been right there with her, thinking they might have something more. But after their shower, things had gotten a little awkward, and she was still trying to come to grips with that.
