Page 20 of Lulu

So who the hell was in bed with me?

My mind went back to the night before as I glanced around the room, trying to discern where I was. The color scheme of black and grays, the huge abstract art of blacks and golds hanging on the wall, all indicated that I was in a man’s room. The subtle scent of spice and musk lingering in the room was pleasant. I remained calm, finally recalling who I’d gone home with the night before. I realized that I was in bed with Brody.

His cock moved against my ass again. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from moaning, but I couldn’t stop my ass from moving against him acceptingly. I wondered if Brody was still asleep, and it was morning wood that was pulsing against me. I didn’t move because the feel of his hot, silky flesh against me was giving me something I needed. The wet heat between my thighs beckoned me to reach down and explore.

Yup. I was soaked and my clit was sensitive. It wouldn’t take me long to get off. Lately I’d become a pro at it. Could I do it without getting caught? Did I even care if I got caught? Maybe Brody would roll over and fuck me good and hard like I needed, and then we could go back to disliking each other. I smiled at the thought, even as my fingers reached beneath the hood protecting my clit to find it slick and swollen to twice its size. I suddenly didn’t care if I woke Brody or not. I needed relief.

I managed to contain the sounds of pleasure that wanted to escape my throat, but before long my hard and fast breathing gave away what I was doing. Brody had to be awake. His breathing seemed a little heavy too, and I swear his cock had grown harder and bigger, the head finally working its way between my ass crack. I lost control and thrust back, needing more from him.

His nose nuzzled behind my ear as his hand slid down my body to cover mine, stopping my movement.

“Let me do it,” he growled low against my ear.

He replaced my hand with his, bringing on an instant pleasure that was far more thrilling than what I could accomplish for myself. It didn’t occur to me to stop him. I wasn’t a hypocrite, and there was no reason to pretend I didn’t want this. My heart began to pound hard in my chest as my arousal heightened and the pleasure became almost too much. A spiderweb of lightning sizzled through my body, making me desperate for the final eruption that would leave me spent and weak. I eagerly moved my hips against the stimulation of his fingers, biting down on my bottom lip as one moan led into another.

Brody knew how to manipulate a clit, and he thrummed mine as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. I was on the pinnacle of losing control when he sank two fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot as if he had a map, and rubbing it until I was twisting and whimpering against him in a desperate need to come.

“Feels so fucking good!” I exclaimed, two thick fingers inside me, his thumb circling and rubbing my clit. Wildfire surged through my blood. My core spasmed, and I let go with a scream of pure pleasure. “Fuuuck!” My body wasn’t my own as I convulsed my release all over Brody’s still working fingers. I couldn’t remember ever coming so hard, and had to wonder if it was because I’d gone so long without sex. That had to be it.

The intrigued thought crossed my mind that if Brody’s fingers could drag this kind of intense orgasm from my body, could his cock do the same? Gradually his hand stopped moving but remained on my pussy. His breathing was harsh and hot against my neck, and I swear I could feel his heart pounding against my back. I was startled when I felt his lips on me, tasting my sweat-dampened skin. What I wasn’t expecting was the reaction of my body, which gave off a last shudder just from the feel of his lips on me.

“You good?” Brody asked once my breathing had calmed.

The power and strength of his throbbing cock reminded me that he needed relief, too. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

Since his body was flush against mine his internal laugh moved through me. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Well, you are hard.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Do you want to?”

A loud growl erupted from him, and I was suddenly rolled onto my back with Brody’s hot body half on top of me. Our eyes clashed briefly before I lowered mine to take in his thickly corded neck, the broadness of his shoulders, his defined biceps and pecs. I couldn’t swallow at the sheer beauty of him. The men I’d been with in the club had some of the finest, sculptured bodies of anyone around, but Brody’s was more than just drool-worthy. He was a god. And I knew that if I lowered my gaze more, I wouldn’t be disappointed by the rest of him.

“Answer my damned question, Hellcat,” he rasped with annoyance. His gaze dropped to my mouth as I chewed on my bottom lip, and then he was grinding his cock against my thigh. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a fuck long time, and I’ll be damned if you turn this around and say that I forced you.”

My mouth dropped at his admission. It shouldn’t have surprised me though, because I’d felt the same way. Then his words registered. “I would never do that, asshole.”

He laughed. “I think we should talk first.”

He wanted to talk?What the hell?I’d practically offered myself to him and he was turning me down? My eyes rounded with disbelief as he rolled away into a sitting position at the edge of his bed. Hewasturning me down! I stared daggers at his muscular backside, angry at his self-control, because, let’s face it, every woman wants a man to lose control when they’re in this kind of situation. It builds her confidenceandadds an element of excitement. I pressed my lips and got up, pretending I wasn’t hurt.

Pretending I didn’t care.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Brody.” I began to look around for my clothes, and then remembered that I’d left them in his bathroom the night before. But when I checked, they weren’t there. Frowning, I returned to the bedroom. “Where are my clothes?”

Brody stood there, fully nude, his cock still hard and bobbing with an invite in my direction. I couldn’t take my eyes off the thing of beauty. Everything about it was imposing. He was big! Long, thick, and unblemished, the soft skin pulled tight over a river of veins that were plump and pumping with blood. The smooth head was round and slightly purple, except for the cum-filled slit.

I shivered with renewed arousal, not caring that he was witnessing my reaction as I imagined being impaled by that impressive muscle. It would hurt at first, but it would be an oh-so-sweet burn that I would welcome. My pussy could take it. Shit. My thighs were getting wet. Damn him! Then I realized by the smirk on his face that I had to show him that I could take it or leave it.

“I threw them into the washer before dragging your ass to bed,” he explained with amusement. “I’ll give them back after our talk.”

I huffed and crossed my arms. “I have to get to work.”

His eyes shifted to something before he said, “Not for another hour. We have time.”

Another huff, this one louder, escaped me. “Are you going to talk to me while you’re still naked?” If that was the case, I wasn’t sure I’d hear a thing.

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