Page 75 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
He dipped his head and kissed the swell of her breasts, his tongue delving into her cleavage, sending heat between her legs. She palmed his hard length, stroking upward through the rough denim, and he grabbed her wrist. His eyes blazed right through her. Blaze, baby, blaze. She wanted to feel all that heat inside her, over her, beneath her. He pressed her palm lower, cupping his balls through his jeans.
“I want your hot little hands all over me tonight, baby.”
“Hayloft,” she said urgently, and led him up the old wooden steps she hadn’t climbed in years.
He groped her from behind as they ascended the steps, one hand between her legs, the other caressing her breasts.
“You’re so fine, sexy girl.” He sealed his teeth over her neck as they stepped into the loft, and she closed her eyes as he sucked hard.
Her back was pressed against his chest, and he slipped his fingers beneath her panties. His other hand dove into her bra, and he masterfully teased her nipple as he entered her down below.
“Oh God,” she panted out.
He sucked harder on the curve of her neck, pinching her nipple until a sharp, scintillating mix of pain and pleasure shot between her legs. She reached back with both hands, one holding his head in place, the other pushing between them so she could squeeze his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking forward.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, and used his thumb to bring her swollen nerves to the peak of pleasure. She whimpered as her orgasm mounted, filling her veins, making every muscle flex and swell.
“Suck on my neck,” she pleaded.
And he did, hard and perfect, sending her spiraling over the edge. She clenched her teeth, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure streaming from her lungs. He continued sucking, continued teasing over her sensitive nerves as she gasped, climbing up, up, up again, until her eyes slammed shut and his name flew from her lips like a prayer.
As the clutches of pleasure eased, his mouth claimed her neck again, taking her back up to the clouds. His hand pushed beneath her panties, holding her bottom, his fingers still wet from her arousal. That touch, this kiss, brought her right up to the edge again, as he turned her in his arms, roughly claiming her mouth. He was like a drug, lulling her into a high, and Lord have mercy, she wanted to overdose.
They kissed so long, his rough, strong hands moving hungrily over and inside her, by the time their lips parted, her entire body was vibrating and her legs felt like rubber.
Brett gazed into her eyes with the arrogant smile that made her stomach flip. “Have we obliterated that flashlight kiss yet?”
“I can’t remember kissing anyone but you. Ever,” she said, earning the hottest smile yet.
He reached over to the wall and flicked the light switch. Soft country music filled the air. Sophie felt like she’d walked into a dream. Strings of blue lights hung from the rafters, illuminating the loft. Hay bales were set up like a bed, draped in thick, fluffy floral comforters, with pretty pink and lace pillows. Vases of fresh flowers were set up around the floor, and the picture of her and Brett that he’d hidden in her luggage, alongside three mason jars with colorful lights inside them, sat atop a small wooden table she recognized from Lindsay’s bedroom. White sheers hung from the rafters, separating the lovely makeshift bedroom from the rest of the loft.
“How…?”
“I had a little help from a blond fairy.”
She turned to him, struggling against happy tears. “You planned this for us?”
“I planned this for you,” he said lovingly. “I wanted you to remember this night forever. This is only the beginning, babe. Every thought of you, every time I see you, touch, or kiss you, my love for you grows.”
“Oh, Brett—”
He reclaimed her mouth, crushing her to him, whispering sweetness between hungry kisses as they undressed each other and fell to the blankets in a tangle of limbs and greedy gropes. He pinned her hands to the blankets as he nipped and kissed her neck, tasting his way lower. Every graze of his teeth made her wetter, and every slick of his tongue scorched down her body like a river of fire. His hard length pressed against her skin, hot and tempting, and when he sucked her breast, she arched beneath him, holding his head to her. He took the hint, sucking harder, and shifted his weight. The length of his cock rested against her sex, and he began rocking with deadly precision, time and time again, until she was unable to hold on to a single thought. He pushed his other hand beneath her bottom and teased over her most private area. Lust zinged through her, ricocheting like bullets and exploding through her core. She bucked and panted as her orgasm crashed over her in relentless waves. And then his mouth was on her sex, his fingers sliding into her. He withdrew them quickly, replacing them with his tongue as his lubricated fingers teased over her bottom. She lifted her hips, giving him the approval he sought, and he pushed his finger into her bottom.
