Page 19 of Brood
“I know. But I’m ready. You can fuck me now.”
He rubs his erection with lubricant. He usually stands beside the bed, but tonight he climbs onto it, getting on his knees behind me and drawing my bottom into place.
He’s always quiet, and I’m too worn out to turn my head to check his face. But I swear I him let out a soft, textured groan as he finds my entrance and edges himself in.
I make another silly sound.
“Is that good or bad?” he asks, rolling his hips slightly like he’s adjusting to the sensations the way I am.
“It’s good. It…it feels tighter than normal. You feel…bigger.”
He lets out a wordless grunt and gives a tight buck of his pelvis. But his voice is calm and natural as he replies, “You came pretty hard. And you’re still gripping me real tight.”
“Is that okay?”
“Oh yeah. It’s just fine.”
Relieved, I focus again on breathing and relaxing my pelvic muscles as he builds up a rhythm of steady pumps. He’s holding my hips like usual, but this evening he’s actually pulling my bottom back toward his groin each time he pushes forward. It tightens the thrusts and somehow stimulates more nerve endings.
I gasp on each thrust because it all feels so good. Soon my thick inhales turn into little outbursts of sound.
I’ve always liked how it feels when he moves his penis inside me, but it’s never been this intense. The sensations are rising the way they do when he uses his fingers on me. So big and deep and fast that it almost scares me.
I release a small sob and hide my face in the covers.
“It’s okay,” he says, gruff and breathless. “It’s okay. Don’t fight it. Just let it come.”
Turning my head again, I suck in air and let out another helpless sound—much louder than I would have chosen were I able to control my voice. My skin is blazing. My hair is falling all over my face, sticking to my damp cheeks. My nose is running, and my eyes blur with tears.
And nothing has ever felt like this in my entire life.
“You’re doing good.” Will is going fast and hard now, still pulling my bottom backward into each thrust. “You’re almost there.”
I cry out as the orgasm overtakes me. It starts in my pussy and radiates through the rest of my body. Fluid is leaking out and trailing down my inner thigh, and it’s a lot more than the lubricant he used. I hide my face again so I can muffle my volume.
“Fuck,” he rasps out. He’s barely thrusting now. Just holding me in place and grinding into me. “Fuck, Cadence. Take…it…all.”
He comes on the final word, jerking almost clumsily against my bottom as he works through his release. I feel every spurt of his release, and it excites me to a ridiculous degree. That he’s coming like that. Filling me.
It takes a long time for me recover afterward. He holds his position for a while before pulling out, making sure none of his semen drips.
I’m still shaking slightly with the aftermath and trying to catch my breath as he gets up to go to the bathroom. I haven’t moved when he returns.
He stands and looks at me for a moment. Then he leans over to pick me up and carry me to my own bed, where he settles me gently on my back. I lift my knees to keep holding his ejaculate inside me.
I could have gotten up and walked myself to my bed, but I kind of like that he carried me. It makes me feel…protected. And jittery at the same time.
“Good night,” I say into the dark after he turns off the light.
“Good night, Cadence.”
* * *
I’m in a bad mood the next day. I have no idea why.
Will is even more uncommunicative than normal during our brief interaction first thing in the morning. Then Monica picks on me endlessly during the morning shift.
She’s not a nice person—that much is obvious—and not a great supervisor. But she’s not nearly as picky and critical with anyone else as she is with me. Every time I attempt to adjust a recipe to improve the taste, she insists I’ve made a mistake. This morning, she chastises me for having delusions of grandeur. Plain people prefer plain food, and I need to accept my place and stop making our meals too fancy.
