Page 70 of Someone Like You

God, I couldn’t wait for this to be over. I had plans for that man, now that the doctor had given the okay for him to participate in certain…activities again. I blew him a kiss that he pretended to catch, rolled my eyes, and was still smiling when I faced the stage.

“God you guys are sappy. It’s disgustingly cute,” Jordan whispered. “Seriously, I’m really jealous. Where’smyman?”

I huffed a laugh and then someone started speaking into the microphone. I tuned most of it out, to be honest. I wasn’t into ceremonies and big crowds and public recognition, even more so after what had happened. Because of the videos people had taken of Gavin’s attack, because they’d been posted and reposted and viewed thousands of times, I had people coming up to me on campus that I didn’t know. I mean, it was nice, since most of them asked if Brody and I were okay. But some of them just wanted selfies with me, which I always declined. I just wanted to get my degree and sneak off to Brody’s basement—where I’d basically been living for the last month—and have my way with the only man I’d ever loved.

Brody had been doing well in the past month, and his doctor was surprised he was recovering so quickly. Must be those sexy Italian genes or something. His teachers had all been informed—one way or another—about what had happened, and he was given a lot of leeway so he could finish his classes on time. Andto my delight, his partner project with that satchel-wearing too-touchy douche was called off. I ended up helping him with a lot of his work because he was pretty fatigued for the first few weeks after getting out of the hospital.

But, my god, did I love waiting on him hand and foot. I never thought I’d be the caretaker type, but it seemed for Brody, I was. I so was.

Someone called my name over the loudspeakers and threw a ‘summa cum laude’ in there, and I stood up and walked to the stage to accept my diploma. Everyone cheered and I could not get off that stage fast enough. Jordan kissed my cheek when I sat back down and murmured, “I’m proud of you, hon,” and when I looked back at Brody, he had the softest, proudest expression on his face that made everything inside me liquify.

Once it was over, Jordan drifted away to find Cam and Josh and Jamie, and Brody and Bri were at my side before I had even taken three steps.

“Congrats,” Bri said. “I’m gonna leave now.” She hesitated, then gave me a hug that lasted less than a second, and was speed walking away before I could say anything. I just laughed.

“I’m proud of you, baby,” Brody murmured, drawing me into his arms and staring down at me with a wealth of affection. “Summa cum laude. You earned it.”

“Thanks,” I said. I pushed up to my tip toes and Brody’s smile widened as he leaned down and pressed his lips gently to mine. My fingers curled up into the nape of his neck as my liquified insides heated up. “We should go,” I said when he pulled away. “I have a surprise for you.”

He arched one black brow and said, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think you’ll like it.”

“Is it?—”

“No,” I said. “No dicks in boxes.”

Brody laughed and nuzzled his nose against mine. “All right. Come show me this surprise.”

He laced his fingers through mine, and I didn’t even mind how long it took to get back to my car because of all the people. It was like no one else existed when Brody was with me.

“Stop it, Brody.”He huffed at me but let his head fall back onto the pillow. “Now you just lay there and take it.”

“Fuck, Isaac, this wasn’t what I had in mind when you told me you had a surprise for me,” he said. His voice was husky and deep, edged with arousal as I straddled his legs and stroked him slowly.

When Brody saw the cuffs, his eyebrows had practically flown into his hairline. But this man could deny me nothing, no matter how apprehensive he was at first. I told him we didn’t have to do it at all, it was just an idea, because of course I’d never try to get him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with. But his lips had tipped up into a devilish smirk, and he’d stripped his clothes off and lain on the bed, arms out, fingers clutching the headboard. “Go on, baby. Make me your plaything,” he’d said. It had defied physics, how quickly all the blood rushed to my dick.

I stared up at Brody, captivated by how turned on he was right now. His eyes were half-lidded as he watched me play with him, his broad chest moving rapidly with his breaths. His knuckles were white where he was holding the headboard. I licked up the long, hard length of him, rolling my tongue over his crown and making him groan.

“You’re so fucking good at this, baby,” he murmured. His tongue swept out to wet his bottom lip. “Look at how much you like to play with my cock with your perfect, pink tongue.Unngh,” he moaned when I sucked his dripping crown into my mouth and slid my tongue along his slit. His breathing picked up, sawing in and out of his chest when I dipped my head further, taking more of him into my mouth and moaning around his dick when he hit the back of my throat. He bucked when I gagged, making him slide even deeper, making him moan even louder as I held him there and swallowed.

Fuck, but I liked having him at my mercy. It was exactly how I’d imagined, my fantasy come to life, Brody’s leanly muscled body stretched out beneath me. How he had to just lie there and take whatever I decided to give him. That everything was up to me. I wasn’t sure if I would actually like this, because I loved it when Brody took charge and could touch me and taste me and move me how he wanted to. But it turned out I very much enjoyed having the roles reversed.

“Baby,” he panted as I rolled his balls in one hand. I popped off his cock and took one in my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking on it gently. “Fuck, baby, baby, please,” he rasped. “Please let me fuck you. I want to come when I’m inside you.”

“You want to fill me up?” I said, licking along the crease of his groin and thigh, nibbling at the vee of muscle just above it. “You want to fuck me bare, Brody? Come deep inside me and watch it leak out?”

Brody’s eyes rolled back, making my cock throb, and he grunted. “Yes. Fuck yes. Yes, yes, yes,” he begged. We’d already talked about this after he’d gotten out of the hospital. We even went together to get tested, and with every single one coming back negative, we’d decided that when the doctor said it was okay for Brody to start having sex again, we were skipping the condoms.

I grabbed the bottle of lube near his hip, squirted a huge glob into my palm and immediately spread it over every inch of his cock, stroking firmly. Then I gave myself a few strokes,Brody’s hungry eyes watching everything. I reached behind me and grabbed the flared end of the plug Brody had put inside me before I’d cuffed him to the bed, sliding it out. My fingers curled into Brody’s skin and I moaned as it dragged against my inner walls as Brody’s ab muscles clenched tightly.

“Goddammit, baby,” he said. I set the plug to the side and moved up Brody’s body until his cock was able to slide along my crease. I moved my hips up and down, teasing him like that and watching his biceps flex and release, watching his jaw clench tight, watching him throw his head back with a growl. “Isaac…” he groaned. A warning.

Heat was pulsing and pooling in my lower belly, anticipation thrumming along every nerve-ending when I reached behind me and positioned him at my hole. As I began to sink down onto him, Brody thrust his hips up and pushed into me in one long slide that sent me crashing forward on a shout, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

“You feel so good,” he murmured. “So fucking good.” He pounded his hips up again, sinking deeper, making my toes curl and my breaths shudder out of me. “So warm and tight. Like you were fucking made for me.”

Brody kept fucking into me, hard and fast, and every time I tried to find his rhythm, tried to meet his thrusts, he changed it, slowing down, hitting my prostate until I was moaning into his neck and biting on the thick tendon there. I felt him shift his legs behind me, bending his knees and planting his feet flat on the bed so he could drive into me even harder, until I was wailing into his skin.

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