“Nope. We talked. Now we fuck. That was the deal.”
Jerking his belt, I snap him out of his reverie. With quick, methodical movements, I undo the belt and yank it out of the loops.
“Brynne . . .”
“Later, Abbott.”
He laughs and takes a step out of my reach. “You think you’re calling the shots just because you have a filthy mouth?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Sorry.”
His features darken as he drags a chair behind him. He stands in front of it and undoes the button of his pants. He frees his cock, running his hand up and down the long, solid length.
I start to take a step forward and he gives me a look that stops me.
Fenton sits in the chair, grabbing his dick at the base. “Take your shirt off.”
“Is that how this is played?”
“Tonight it is. No talking.”
“I—”
I’m cut off by his narrowed eyes. The words disappear into the thick, warm night air. Lifting my cami to the base of my breasts, I watch his reaction, measure the effect I’m having on him. The slight widening of his eyes, the slack jaw let me know I have his rapt attention.
Good.
Turning away from him, I brush my hair to one shoulder and then lift with no hurried movement until my cami is over my head.
Glancing at him over my shoulder, I shrug. “Now what?”
“Face me.”
Tossing my hair back, I pivot back around. He strokes his cock, the head swelling with the pressure. I want to wrap my lips around it and suck, tasting him. But I know he won’t let me; he’s pinning me in place as it is.
Bending at the waist, making sure he gets an eyeful of cleavage, I remove my heels. They hit the deck with a thud.
Running my hands down my chest, abs, and to the top of my jeans, I watch as his gaze follows my movements. I undo the button and lower the zipper as torturously slowly as possible. His jaw ticks, wanting me to hurry, but he’s not about to ask me to.
I turn away from him again, letting my hips swivel. I hear him mutter under his breath, but I don’t look back. Instead, I stand on my tiptoes, grabbing the deck rail in front of me with one hand and letting the other slip into the front of my pants. I lean forward, letting my ass pop towards him, and widen my stance.
My bud is swollen, my slit slippery already with desire. I moan as my fingertip touches my clit and I hear the chair creak behind me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Fenton sitting back down. His pants are gone and he’s deliciously naked, just a look of pure lust painted on his handsome features.
“Ah,” I cry, keeping our eyes locked while I work my fingers over my sensitive spot. His fist works his cock in time with my hand, at a pace that’s demonstrative of how much we both crave this release.
“Don’t even think you’re going to make yourself come.”
His words pierce me, nearly throw me over the edge on their own. I soar to the top, ready to hit the climax, but right before I hit the line, I stop. My head sags forward as the blood rushes from my brain, my body reprimanding me for quitting too soon.
I slide my hands into the sides of my jeans and push them, one inch at a time, over my waist. I kick them off, standing in front of him in nothing but a white lace bra and panties.
His gaze is intense, scalding my skin as it takes in every curve and bend of my body. I walk towards him, one, two, three, four steps, and wrap my fingers in his hair.
Dragging his face to mine, our mouths meet in the middle. Our tongues dance together, whispering promises of what’s to come.
He bites down on my lip, his hands finding my ass, and nudging me forward. I straddle him, never letting our contact break, until my feet are planted on either side of him. He guides his cock under me, brushing my panties to the side, and I sit down swiftly on his length.
“Fuck,” I hiss against his lips, needing to move but needing to let my body adjust to his size. His hands dig into my waist, holding me down against him.
“Your body fits me like a glove,” he mutters, his tongue drawing across my bottom lip. I suck it into my mouth and he jerks. As he does, his cock moves and triggers me to move with it.
I slide up and down his length, his solidness making me quiver. His mouth finds my breasts, sucking on one, then the other, and the combination causes an internal explosion.
“You. Are. So. Wet,” he groans, tilting his hips. “Fuck, Brynne.”
“It feels so good.” I put my weight on my feet and control the movement of my body against him. My head tosses back as he slips inside me, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, small circles.