Page 48 of Trust My Bodyguard

Thought what? I don’t get a chance to find out because he closes the gap between us again.

This time, he dives for my neck.

Sweet, baby Jesus. I scramble for a handhold as my knees turn to jelly. All my pleasure synapses are firing. I need them doused immediately or turned up all the way until I can’t breathe.

I throw my head back, giving him access and he takes it. He takes a bite out of my skin and traces his tongue on my collarbone. He undoes my shirt buttons and pushes aside the material. A thick grunt leaves his throat as he rubs the pads of his fingers over my uncovered cleavage. Just when I’m getting used to the feel of his fingers triggering all my sensitive nerves, he leans in and licks the skin of my tits.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

I’ve found where my hand belongs. At the base of his neck. It allows me to pull him closer as I push my now-exposed nipple into his hot mouth.

He chuckles wickedly but obliges me. His rough sucking and the groans vibrating on his lips bring me an intense pleasure but it’s not enough.

I slide a hand between our bodies and find a hot rod poking me.

Brody groans. “Don’t tease me if you don’t plan on following through, Ivy.”

Who does he think I am? I’ll show him. I wiggle away from his grip and get down on my knees.

“Fuck,” he whispers. His pelvis leans toward my lips and a twisted look mars his face. “Don’t.”

He’s trying to hold back. Well, I have no such desire.

“But I want to,” I whine, knowing it’d drive him crazy. I grab his strong thighs, rubbing my hands up and down the length, going higher with each swipe.

“For fuck’s sake...” He grabs the lip of the counter, his breath rushing out of him. “Okay, you may. But just a little.”

My pussy aches at the sound of his low, rough voice. It’s just as I imagined. Having him set the pace, giving me permission, and telling me what to do does crazy things to me.

With anyone else in a different context, I’d be rejecting any display of dominance over me. But right here and now, I want to be his good, little miss and do whatever he says.

I undo the button and zipper of his trousers and then drag it down. My heart stutters as my gaze falls on the throbbing erection barely contained by his white briefs. I graze it through the fabric. Just to see. The heat from it makes even my fingers retract.

“Jesus, Ivy.” His pelvis shoots forward. “Don’t tease a guy like that.”

I look up at his strained features and pity for him clamps around my chest. Hurrying up, I grab the waistband and drag down. Brody Jr. bounces free and bops my nose in the process.

Brody groans, eyes fixed on where he’s just inches from my face. His meat is long and hard and dripping.

Wasting no time, I take the wet tip between my lips. A growl resonates above me. I like the sound. I want more of it.

I close my fist around the base of his cock. The girth dwarfs my hand. My pussy clenches as I imagine it sinking inside me. I both anticipate and dread the moment.

Pushing back those thoughts, I start to suck him in earnest. Each attempt to take him deeper only succeeds in getting him halfway down before I have to back out for air.

I may have bitten off more than I can chew.

But Brody isn’t calling me out on it. He’s calling my name instead. With one hand behind my head, he gives me gentle nudges that encourage me to keep going, to keep pleasuring him.

The determination to do just that spurs me on. I take him in both hands and stroke up and down, firming my grip at the top. I keep working his tip with my lips and tongue, and before long, he’s bucking against me.

Harsh breaths fall from his lips. “As much as I want to go all the way right now and cum down your thirsty throat,” he pants, “I need something else.”

Hands underneath my arms, he pulls me up to my feet. His eyes blaze, taking my face in and pausing on the lips I’m sure are wet with my saliva and his precum. He kisses—no, licks—my lips, tongue spearing to roll around in my mouth. Most guys would be averse to tasting their precum, but he isn’t.

It’s so damn hot for some reason. I fist his shirt and lift my leg to curve around his hip, exposing my pussy. I want him inside me. But before I can grind against him and get the friction I need, I’m being spun around and pushed against the counter.

Brody bends me over, a firm hand on my lower back, keeping me rooted in one spot. “Stay still for me, baby.”

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