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His nose nuzzled behind my ear as his hand slid down my body to cover mine, stopping my movement.
“Let me do it,” he growled low against my ear.
He replaced my hand with his, bringing on an instant pleasure that was far more thrilling than what I could accomplish for myself. It didn’t occur to me to stop him. I wasn’t a hypocrite, and there was no reason to pretend I didn’t want this. My heart began to pound hard in my chest as my arousal heightened and the pleasure became almost too much. A spiderweb of lightning sizzled through my body, making me desperate for the final eruption that would leave me spent and weak. I eagerly moved my hips against the stimulation of his fingers, biting down on my bottom lip as one moan led into another.
Brody knew how to manipulate a clit, and he thrummed mine as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. I was on the pinnacle of losing control when he sank two fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot as if he had a map, and rubbing it until I was twisting and whimpering against him in a desperate need to come.
“Feels so fucking good!” I exclaimed, two thick fingers inside me, his thumb circling and rubbing my clit. Wildfire surged through my blood. My core spasmed, and I let go with a scream of pure pleasure. “Fuuuck!” My body wasn’t my own as I convulsed my release all over Brody’s still working fingers. I couldn’t remember ever coming so hard, and had to wonder if it was because I’d gone so long without sex. That had to be it.
The intrigued thought crossed my mind that if Brody’s fingers could drag this kind of intense orgasm from my body, could his cock do the same? Gradually his hand stopped moving but remained on my pussy. His breathing was harsh and hot against my neck, and I swear I could feel his heart pounding against my back. I was startled when I felt his lips on me, tasting my sweat-dampened skin. What I wasn’t expecting was the reaction of my body, which gave off a last shudder just from the feel of his lips on me.
“You good?” Brody asked once my breathing had calmed.
The power and strength of his throbbing cock reminded me that he needed relief, too. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Since his body was flush against mine his internal laugh moved through me. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Well, you are hard.”
“Not what I asked.”
“Do you want to?”
A loud growl erupted from him, and I was suddenly rolled onto my back with Brody’s hot body half on top of me. Our eyes clashed briefly before I lowered mine to take in his thickly corded neck, the broadness of his shoulders, his defined biceps and pecs. I couldn’t swallow at the sheer beauty of him. The men I’d been with in the club had some of the finest, sculptured bodies of anyone around, but Brody’s was more than just drool-worthy. He was a god. And I knew that if I lowered my gaze more, I wouldn’t be disappointed by the rest of him.
“Answer my damned question, Hellcat,” he rasped with annoyance. His gaze dropped to my mouth as I chewed on my bottom lip, and then he was grinding his cock against my thigh. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a fuck long time, and I’ll be damned if you turn this around and say that I forced you.”
My mouth dropped at his admission. It shouldn’t have surprised me though, because I’d felt the same way. Then his words registered. “I would never do that, asshole.”
He laughed. “I think we should talk first.”
He wanted to talk? What the hell? I’d practically offered myself to him and he was turning me down? My eyes rounded with disbelief as he rolled away into a sitting position at the edge of his bed. He was turning me down! I stared daggers at his muscular backside, angry at his self-control, because, let’s face it, every woman wants a man to lose control when they’re in this kind of situation. It builds her confidence and adds an element of excitement. I pressed my lips and got up, pretending I wasn’t hurt.
Pretending I didn’t care.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Brody.” I began to look around for my clothes, and then remembered that I’d left them in his bathroom the night before. But when I checked, they weren’t there. Frowning, I returned to the bedroom. “Where are my clothes?”
Brody stood there, fully nude, his cock still hard and bobbing with an invite in my direction. I couldn’t take my eyes off the thing of beauty. Everything about it was imposing. He was big! Long, thick, and unblemished, the soft skin pulled tight over a river of veins that were plump and pumping with blood. The smooth head was round and slightly purple, except for the cum-filled slit.
I shivered with renewed arousal, not caring that he was witnessing my reaction as I imagined being impaled by that impressive muscle. It would hurt at first, but it would be an oh-so-sweet burn that I would welcome. My pussy could take it. Shit. My thighs were getting wet. Damn him! Then I realized by the smirk on his face that I had to show him that I could take it or leave it.
“I threw them into the washer before dragging your ass to bed,” he explained with amusement. “I’ll give them back after our talk.”
I huffed and crossed my arms. “I have to get to work.”
His eyes shifted to something before he said, “Not for another hour. We have time.”
Another huff, this one louder, escaped me. “Are you going to talk to me while you’re still naked?” If that was the case, I wasn’t sure I’d hear a thing.
Brody threw his head back and roared. “You of all people should be used to seeing a naked body in the morning.”
Asshole! Well, two could play at that game. He had no idea how hard it was to pretend that his naked magnificence didn’t bother me. I wanted to see how well Brody ignored the sight of my nudity. I knew that I had a good body. I reached down and gripped the edge of the t-shirt I had on and pulled it up over my head. I let it drop to the floor as I met his eyes with a dare, which turned his eyes dark and slightly menacing. I didn’t let it stop me from raising a brow with a silent challenge.
His eyes moved over me in a visual caress, slowly, leaving my whole body tingling in its wake. I felt every small response, from the tightening of my nipples into hard points, my breasts rising and falling with my accelerated breath, to the gush of slick wetting my pussy and thighs. I was mesmerized by the taut arousal spreading across his face as his gaze explored me, and I wondered what he was thinking. It did a lot for my ego when his cock bobbed stronger than ever, and I swear I watched the magnificent tool grow even larger.
I swallowed hard. “Ready to talk?” I heard the husky quality in my tone but that was to be expected. I was beyond horny. It appeared that Brody was too, but for some reason he was denying us both.
His eyes narrowed on mine. “Are you trying to get hurt?” His tone was gruff and slightly pissed.
I wasn’t worried. I’d never thought Brody capable of hurting me. “No, and how would I do that?”
“By making me lose control?” His mouth was set in a hard line.
Oh, now I understood. I found his comment slightly funny and shrugged. “You didn’t lose control a few minutes ago, and you’ve seen me naked before, or close to it. Besides, why would you losing control hurt me?”
The tic in his lean jaw should have warned me to stop provoking Brody. I didn’t really know him that well, and I wasn’t sure what he was capable of. I’d heard talk around the clubhouse about what he did for a living, but nothing had ever been confirmed. If he was a killer then I was playing with fire.
Fire had always excited me.
“You don’t really know me, baby. Once I lose control I don’t stop.”
“Would you kill me?”
“No, but by the time I’m done with you, you might wish I had.”
Ohmygod!
He wasn’t kidding.
Was this still about sex?
Our eyes remained locked. His were hiding secrets, dark and dangerous in an expression that was frightening in the way his nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. His longish hair was tussled, and for the first time I noticed that he was slowly making his way toward me. His hand was on his cock, fisting it tightly as he pumped it leisurely. For some reason I got the feeling that my insolence was turning him on more than the sight of my nakedness. I could feel my heart beating wildly, feel my pulse throb as I realized that I was turned on by the fear that he evoked in me.
Maybe I’d been with the Desert Rebels for too long, and now craved the brutal roughness of a hard, meaningless fuck. Of being taken up against the wall or in a public place. Brody looked like he could deliver the kind of excitement I enjoyed, but there was something else. I didn’t belong to him. He wasn’t my protector. But he could very well be the kryptonite I’d been searching for. I’d thought I’d found it once before a long time ago, but club whores didn’t get a happily ever after with the bikers they fucked. Well, scratch that--Bobbie had gotten hers with Demon.
The closer Brody got to me, the more nervous I became. His savage expression never wavered. I licked my lips, seeing his eyes drop there. The atmosphere surrounding us was thick with sexual awareness and charged with electric currents that seemed to crackle between us. The hunger spreading through me wasn’t surprising, but the intensity of it was. Maybe my awareness of him was heightened because I’d wondered for so long what being claimed by him would be like.
I’d wondered about it for years.
And he would claim me.
If I let him.
I backed up until my backside bumped against the wall. My lips parted on a gasp. Brody halted just inches away, his hand still on his dick. I glanced down to see how close he was, nearly moaning out loud at the sight of precum dripping onto the floor between us. I wanted that pearly goodness on my tongue. What would he do if I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth?
He moved until the head of his cock brushed against my lower stomach. The feel of it was hot and wet, and this time I did moan. Jesus, if this kept up, I’d come before he ever even touched me. The anticipation was overwhelming.
“Are you going to tease me into an orgasm?” I asked breathlessly, and with a little humor.
Brody moved so fast I didn’t see it coming. His hand was at my throat as he growled down into my face, “I don’t hurt women, Lulu, but there’s a monster inside me who likes to hurt and destroy, and once you flip that switch there’s no going back until he’s satisfied.”
I wanted to know what switch he was talking about. Was he referring to what he did for a living? Maybe challenging him hadn’t been such a good idea. I couldn’t look away from the piercing directness of his eyes. Sensing the truth of what Brody was telling me, I felt real fear for the first time, but I didn’t let it show.
I was skilled at assessing a situation and doing what had to be done. Years of handling grumpy, rowdy, sexually-charged bikers had taught me well. But this was a side of Brody I’d never seen before. I was slightly alarmed, while also being intensely turned on at the same time.
I threw caution to the wind. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Don’t you know it’s not safe to antagonize a killer?”
Oh, my God, he didn’t just say that! My breath caught in my throat. He was close enough that there was no way to escape him if I wanted to. I must have been crazy, because I didn’t want to escape. I wanted to push his buttons.
“You like playing with fire,” he growled in a dangerous tone.
I was so turned on that my thighs became slick with my arousal. “Maybe I like getting burned.”
That got an instant and precise reaction out of Brody. He took that last step and slammed his palms on the wall on either side of my head, sandwiching me between him and the wall. Two hard, unyielding surfaces. I gasped as he leaned his face close to mine with flaring nostrils.
“Then brace yourself, Hellcat.”
Chapter 9
Lulu
I wasn’t sure what Brody meant, and I didn’t care. He slammed his mouth down on mine and kissed me in a rough, demanding way that left no doubt about the level of raw, volatile lust coursing through him. His mouth took control and mastered mine, nibbling and chewing on my lips in between the scorching kisses that demanded my total submission. He wasted no time pushing his tongue into my mouth to slide over mine and drag deep moans of gratification from me.
I’d been kissed before, but not like this. Never like this.
Club whores didn’t get kissed much.
Our mouths were saved for something far dirtier.
Brody’s kiss was intimate.
It was hot. Wet.
Personal.
And what it was making me feel confused the hell out of me.
Electricity crackled through my body, firing all my senses at the feel of Brody’s hard body crushing mine. The hot, velvet rod of his cock throbbed against my belly, spreading warm and sticky precum over my skin. I raised my hands to touch him but he just as quickly grabbed my wrists and forced them above my head against the wall. He used one hand to shackle them while his other traveled down my neck and chest, pausing at the tip of my breast. I moaned and arched my back, encouraging him to take what he wanted.
Wondering why he didn’t want me to touch him.
I wiggled and squirmed against him, reaching for the pinnacle of satisfaction that would only come if my hands were free and running over his body. It wasn’t enough that my breasts and belly were flush against the magnificent hardness of his torso. That his hands had free rein to explore me wherever he wanted to. I wanted--needed--my hands on him too. Finally, in frustration I bit down on his bottom lip.
It didn’t garner the reaction that I wanted. Instead, I heard a growl rumble up his throat, right before he tore his mouth off mine and latched on to my nipple.
“Awe! Damn you, Brody!” I swore, arching against him. I wasn’t used to being restrained during sex. In fact, I was usually the one dishing out more pleasure than my partner. I loved sex and I loved experiencing every nuance of it. Brody was limiting my participation, and it frustrated the hell out of me. He moved back and forth, making sure both nipples received the same lavish attention. “Let me touch you!” I demanded.
He ignored me, biting and kissing his way over my body until I trembled and my knees threatened to buckle. His mouth sucked and nibbled along my neck and shoulders, down my chest and quivering breasts, and lower, down my belly, leaving a trail of goosebumps. When he reached my pussy his teeth grazed over the smooth, plump flesh, causing me to pant faster. I pushed my pussy against the tease of his mouth, inviting more, and whimpered when his nose glided over my clit and his tongue licked across my slit.
“Fuck!” I cried, feeling a gush of wetness explode from my core. Yes! This is what I wanted. This is what I needed! “More!”
“Fuck, baby, give me some more of that cream,” he rasped before parting my folds and exploring inside.
His strong hands grasped my hips as he pulled me closer to his mouth, and he began to eat me out as if I were his last meal before execution. It was all I could do to remain on my feet. Brody wasn’t a gentle lover. He lapped up my juices and focused on my sensitive clit, while thrusting two fingers inside me and fucking me fast and hard with them. I moved my hips in rhythm, panting loudly and chasing an orgasm that remained just out of reach. Mostly due to Brody. The damned man seemed to know when I was close, and then he would stop and pull back.
After he’d done that a few times, my eyes flew open with disbelief. “No!”
“Should I let you come?”
He was breathing hard too, and I’d been so caught up in what he was doing to me that I hadn’t even realized that he’d let go of my hands. I lowered my arms, tangling my fingers in his thick hair and tugging roughly. I didn’t have the wherewithal to respond to his question. I lifted a leg over his shoulder and thrust my wet pussy against his mouth.
“Please, Brody!” I sounded desperate, and didn’t care. I needed to come.
“Greedy little baby.” A gruff sound escaped him, and then his mouth and fingers were right back to where I needed them.
My new position allowed him to go deeper. I wanted his cock in me too, but right then I wanted his mouth to finish what it had started. It didn’t take long for the feeling to return at full force, and soon his tongue on my clit and his fingers strumming my G-spot made me convulse and cry out wildly.
“Yesss!” I hissed, coming hard. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” I chanted, gyrating against Brody’s masterful mouth. “Oh, God!” My heart was pounding as fast as my hips were thrusting against his mouth. The intensity of my orgasm seemed to last a long time.
Brody didn’t give me time to calm down. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up, and the next thing I knew I was on the bed with his body covering mine. I had just enough time to see that his mouth was wet with my release before he slammed it over mine. I moaned, tasting myself as our tongues twisted and glided together. But it was the hard, hot cock sliding between my legs that kept my hunger simmering.
I twisted beneath Brody and let my hands glide over his chiseled body, finally learning the strength and definition of his rippling muscles. The man was built, not a spare inch of flesh anywhere. I arched hungrily against the cock trapped between my thighs and raked my nails down his back to his taut buttocks.
He tore his mouth away with a hiss. “Keep using those claws on me, Hellcat.”
He reached over to the nightstand, pulled the drawer out, and reached for something inside. I watched him tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth, anticipation racing through my blood. The taboo thought that I’d like to feel Brody inside me without a wrap surprised and slightly alarmed me. I knew better than to ever let a man fuck me without protection.
Brody moved to his knees and I watched with fascination as he rolled the condom down his hard length. Once again, I marveled at the beauty of the cock that was about to penetrate me. The blood-filled veins lining the shaft drew my eye to the two heavily filled sacs at the root. The damned thing looked like a weapon of destruction. It bobbed strongly, as if it knew that I was mesmerized by the sheer size of it.
