"Get out." Brody moved up and pushed at Clay as I got up.
"I'm good." I put a hand on Clay's chest. "Tell her that I'm good and get out."
Brody moved back as I pushed Clay one last time and closed the door.
"What the fuck was that?" He locked the door before pressing me to it. "Are your friends always so protective?"
"Yeah. Sort of." I reached up and pulled him against me, tugging at his shirt so I could feel his skin underneath my fingers.
He pulled it off and pressed himself against me, grinding slowly as his tongue brushed by my neck. I groaned and arched my back.
"Take your shirt off. I wanna see you, Cora." He moved back and tugged at it.
I pulled it over my head and pushed at his chest, backing him up toward the bed.
"So beautiful." He sat down and reached for me as I crawled into his lap, straddling him. He went straight for my breasts, his tongue and lips working to move across my sensitive skin.
I rolled against him, wanting to tear at my shorts and force him to do all the things I promised myself we would do. "Go slow. I'm not sleeping with you."
He chuckled and turned us, pinning me to the bed as he rocked against me. He ran his hands up my thighs, tugging my shorts with him as his breathing got off. "What's the deal with you and taking a nap? All you've talking about lately is sleeping together."
"Shut up." I smiled and pulled at the waistband of his pants.
He fell over, catching himself and rolling his hips to rub against me before pressing himself on top of me and brushing my hair
back.
"I've not wanted a woman in a long time the way I want you. Fuck...not ever." He pressed his lips to mine, and though I was sure he'd said the same thing to a million girls, I wanted to hear it again and again. His hands ran down my sides, over my hips and slipped between me and the bed to squeeze my ass softly. "Let me make love to you. We both want it. It's stupid to deny ourselves anything."
"No," I whispered roughly, arching my back to intensify the pressure of him between my thighs. "I'm not ready for the fling to end."
He growled and nipped at my chin before moving down my body and pressing his mouth to my nipple over my clothes. He sucked hard, and I cried out, losing myself in the moment. I'd had a few make-out sessions that left me considering sex, but this one was off the charts. Maybe it was about me not letting anyone touch me for two months, or maybe it had very little to do with me and everything to do with the sexy man working me into a needy mess.
He stopped all of a sudden and glanced up. "Wait. Did you just say you weren't ready for our fling to end?"
"Yeah." I reached up and touched the side of his face, running my fingers down his cheek and over his mouth to feel the softness of his lips. "I don't want it to end yet."
"Why the hell would sleeping together end it? I would think that's just the beginning, right? Unless I suck completely and you think another man would please you more." He rolled his eyes, causing me to laugh. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Another man pleasing you better than I could? That's not possible."
"God, you're cocky." I gripped his shoulders as he turned us over and forced me on top of him. I sat up and rolled my hips, working myself over the thick press of his arousal. I dug my fingers into his chest and closed my eyes, knowing that I needed to slow down or I'd come. It didn't take much for me, thank God, but seeing that we were just in the middle of a hot make out session and not dancing along the lines of foreplay, I needed to calm down a little.
"You're close." He reached up and squeezed my breasts over my bra before dragging his hand down my tummy and smiling. "I can almost smell you."
"Fuck. I should go." I started to get up as he gripped my thighs.
"Hell, no. Don't you leave before letting me see you lose yourself. Don't do that to me." He licked at his lips as his eyes widened. "Don't stop. Please."
I watched him intently for a minute, finding myself enamored with need for the man beneath me. The decision to stay wasn't a hard one seeing that the pulse beating against my center had taken over my thoughts.
He lifted his hips and rocked against me as his fingers slid up my thighs and rolled to my center, moving into my panties from both sides and opening me up.
"Brody." I groaned and reclined against his knees as he lifted them and pressed them into my back. "Don't."
"You’re so wet, Cora." He licked at his lips. "Let me taste you."
"No. No!" I started to move, but he brushed his thumb over my clit and electricity raced through me.
"Alright. Soon then." He pulled one hand from my shorts and ran it up my chest to cup my face softly. "Stop being shy and fuck me."