My stomach twisted. Was that wrong of me? Would he object? God, did that make me more of a freak?
Testing my curiosity, I gripped his cock in one hand and reached the other around him. I ran it down his back, lightly scraping my nails into his skin.
He shivered and placed small bites on my neck and jaw. “Harder.”
Oh it would be harder in a moment. He didn’t have to worry about that. He had every piece of me and now I wanted the same from him.
I switched hands but not before coating my finger with my juices.
Bracing myself, I reached between us and brushed my finger to the tight opening at his rear.
His body tensed, his hot breath scorching my skin.
I ran my finger over the puckered opening in tune with my strokes on his cock.
“Fuck, Evvie,” he whispered. “More.”
My eyes widened at the pleading in his voice and I did as he said. Tightening my hold on his length, I pushed my finger into him all the while surprised at how swollen his dick became.
“Shit. God. Fuck that feels good,” he moaned, moving his hips in sync with my hand. “Harder. Please, Evvie.”
My thrusts and strokes picked up speed, my arm muscles burning at the awkward position.
Brett released his hold on my neck and slapped his hand down beside my head. He gripped the sheet, his knuckles turning white. His deep breathing picked up. “I want to come on you.”
“Yes. Please. Come all over me, Brett.”
He growled and crashed his lips to mine at the same time as he thrust two fingers into me.
I whimpered, pushing my tongue against his. I squeezed my hand around the base of him and pushed my finger deeper at the same time causing him to shudder.
“Evvie.” He came hard on a snarl, my name leaving his lips as his semen coated my lower belly, my mound and our hands. His body shook above me as I released my grip on him. I loved watching him have an orgasm. It was simply beautiful and erotic.
The warmth of his release ran down my center and before he could say anything, I grabbed hold of his hand.
Pushing it from between my legs, I brought it up to my lips and sucked my juices off of his fingers.
His heated gaze followed my movement. “My little vixen,” he breathed.
I smiled and looked up at him. “Are you—”
He licked his way between my lips and I gasped when he sank back into me. It had always amazed me at how quickly he could get hard after an orgasm.
He must have enjoyed that every bit as I did but I wasn’t sure. My stomach tied into knots when he sat back and lifted me into his arms.
“Ride me. God, I want you fucking hard, lover.”
The pleading mixed with the deep husk of his voice just about did me in. I gave him what he wanted. What I wanted. What we both needed and more.
***
“What’s wrong?” Brett asked softly against my neck.
I sighed and snuggled into him. “I thought you were upset with me.”
“Why?” He grazed his chin along my shoulder, the stubble of his jaw scratching at my skin.
My cheeks heated. “Well…I…”
“Are you embarrassed for making me come hard, lover?” he purred, brushing his nose along the side of my neck.
My stomach flipped. “No, I—”
“Are you ashamed of making your boyfriend come so hard, I think you’ll smell like me for days?” he asked, rolling me onto my stomach.
And I did smell like him. God, I wanted his scent on me for the rest of my life. “No, I just didn’t—”
His teeth bit into my shoulder making me gasp and my core clench. “Did you think that I would be upset for you trying to take control?”
“I didn’t take control.” I frowned and stretched my arms out under the pillow.
Brett spread my legs and knelt between them. “Maybe not but you did try to.”
“I was trying to show you the pleasure you have given me, that’s all. I don’t want…”
“What, Evvie?” he asked, running a hand down the side of my body.
“I don’t want your control,” I whispered.
“But you did want to see how far you could take me. How long it would take for me to lose it.”
I rolled over onto my side and looked up at him. Was he right? Is that what I wanted? “Are you mad?”
The corners of his lips twitched. “Do I look mad?”
My gaze searched his face. His strong jaw clenched and his eyes were dark. His brown hair had grown a little longer in the past month and I brushed a couple of strands off his forehead. Was he mad? I couldn’t tell. God, the guy should play fucking poker.
I sighed. “I have no idea.”
Brett smirked. “If I wanted you to stop, I would have told you. You should know by now, that I always say what I want. I told you to keep going.”