Page 164 of The Holiday Fakers
“You almost broke me.”
He raises his head. “And what do I have to do to finish the job?”
“I think you know.”
“I do?”
I undo the top buttons of his shirt. “Yeah, you do. It starts with you taking your clothes off and ends with me screaming your name.”
He rises to his knees and undoes the rest of the buttons. “Is that so?”
“Yep,” I reply, tugging open his trousers.
Brody’s busy with his shirt, so I don’t waste time, reaching inside for his cock, then taking it into my mouth with an appreciative hum.
“Jesus—fuck!” he shouts, throwing his shirt to the floor, then threading his fingers through my hair.
I lick and suck the head as deep as I can, working the rest of the shaft with both hands as Brody tenses and growls above me like he’s about to shift into a bear.
The sound of his pleasure is the ultimate turn-on and the sexual energy pouring off him is elevating every sensation. The toys only took me beyond the edge of the universe because he was using them. Now, nothing’s touching me, but my clit is still throbbing with need.
He eases me away. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
I raise my head to meet his searing, desperate gaze. With everything that’s happened today, I understand his need to join our bodies this way. We’re sealing our promise to each other for the future, something we couldn’t truly do before.
Straddling him, I bring my arms around the back of his neck and sink an inch down onto his cock.
Our eyes lock as we breathe together. Even after countless orgasms and the last vibe, I’m still so tight around him. Using my weight, I push down, but he only slips in a tiny bit further.
I make a noise of frustration.
“Hey, you’ve got this.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Just breathe. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
His hands reach between us, cupping my breasts and teasing the nipples with the pads of his thumbs. The pleasure is sharp and immediate, and I gasp as I take a little more of him.
“That’s it, baby girl.”
I moan with pleasure, everything inside me primed for another release.
“You feel so fucking good,” Brody murmurs. “So tight and wet.”
He rolls the sensitive buds of my nipples, increasing the pressure, and my head drops back with a cry.
“Eyes on me,” he rumbles, and I raise my head to meet his gaze. “I want to see your face as you take me.”
My toes curl with desire, electricity tingling across my skin. He’s not fully inside me, but I feel him everywhere. There’s a direct line between my nipples and clit, and every time he tweaks the ends, another orgasm builds.
I undulate my hips, rocking him a little deeper until I feel the coarse hair at the base of his shaft.
“Good girl. That’s it,” he grits out. “Feel how your pussy’s taken every inch of my cock.”
I rock forward and back, losing myself in the rhythm and the endless darkness of his eyes. My release creeps closer with the inevitability of the tide. All I need to do is hold on until it washes over me.
“You gonna come, Piper?” Brody’s voice is rough and ragged, like he’s barely holding on. “You gonna come on my cock? Let me feel you come undone.”
I nod, stars already dancing at the edge of my vision.
“And when you’ve come, you’re gonna let me fuck you?”
