Bedroom Games (24 page)

“You kidding me?” He paused and pinched my
nipple between his fingers and then rolled it back and forth in a
way that made my body jolt deliciously. “Every time I went in the
workout room and you were doing one of those little Zumba routines,
shaking your ass? Every time I woke up and felt your body curled up
next to mine? Every time you got wet in that pool and I saw your
ass in a bikini? God, yes. Fucking jerked off to you so many damn
times.”

I dragged my arms around his neck, pulling
him against me. I loved hearing that I’d been driving him insane.
Hearing that turned me on almost as much as his touch did. “You’ve
been making me crazy, too.”

“Have I?” He breathed a chuckle. “Sure
doesn’t seem like it when you’re hanging out in the pool with
Jendan and whispering with him.” Brodie’s mouth lowered to my neck
and he began to lick and suck on the soft skin there.

“You jealous?”

“Of a wealthy, successful stuntman who’s in
cozy with my woman? Abso-fucking-loutely,” he said, and then he
sucked so hard on my neck that I whimpered. It felt like his tongue
was on my clit. God, that was incredible. I’d have a hickey in the
morning, and I totally didn’t care. Let them see that Brodie and I
were together. It didn’t matter anymore now that it was just the
four of us in the house.

“You don’t have to be jealous,” I told him.
My fingers dragged at the collar of his t-shirt. “He’s a friend,
that’s all.”

“He’d better be,” Brodie growled against my
throat, and then he nipped at the tendons of my throat. I gasped,
surprised at how good that felt. I’d never paid much attention to
the neck as an erogenous zone, but Brodie seemed to know exactly
how to touch me.

I chuckled and slid my fingers under his
shirt sleeves, feeling the muscles of his arms. He was taut under
my grasp, no hint of flab. Nice. I liked a man that worked out. I
dug my nails into his arms, appreciating the lack of give under
them.

In response to my pawing, Brodie kissed my
collarbone and his fingers tugged at the collar of my oversized
sleep-shirt, dragging it down until he exposed one breast. His
mouth slid there, and then he began to suck on the tip with the
same intensity that he’d worked on my neck.

I was lost.

A moan rose from my throat, and I clenched my
hands against him even harder, unable to help myself. His mouth on
my sensitive skin felt so incredibly good. His tongue teased the
underside of my nipple, swirling and licking it with little flicks
designed to drive me wild. He continued the motions, over and over
again, even as his other hand covered my other breast began to
tease it with his fingers.

I pushed my head back, leaning heavily
against the door. Oh God. “Why didn’t we do this weeks ago?”

“Fuck if I know,” Brodie said against my
nipple. He teased it with his teeth, eliciting another gasp from
me. “Damn, but you have some pretty breasts, Kandis.”

I slid my hand back to the front of his pants
and rubbed his cock again. If anything, it felt bigger than before.
Ooh. “I want you naked.”

“I want you naked, too,” he murmured,
nuzzling my nipple. Then, he bent to his knees and began to slide
my panties down my legs.

I had to fight not to buck my hips as he
kissed the skin he revealed. Instead, I pressed harder against the
bathroom door, needing the strength to stay upright. My knees
seemed ridiculously weak and unable to support my weight, and every
kiss that Brodie pressed to my skin eroded that strength a little
more. Then he was sliding the fabric past my hips and down my
thighs, and I inhaled sharply, waiting.

“You smell incredible,” he said, his fingers
caressing down my thighs as he stared, eye level, at my sex. “All
soft and musky and ready for me.”

For some reason, that made me flush with
embarrassment. He could smell my arousal? I pressed my thighs
together a little more tightly, feeling self-conscious.

Then he buried his face between my legs.

I gasped, utterly startled at his action.
We’d had oral sex on the bed, of course. Brodie loved to lick me
for hours, mostly because he knew it drove me crazy with lust. But
that had, up until this point, been under the blankets and with me
on my back.

Standing up with my back against the door,
him kneeling before me as he tongued my pussy, panties around my
ankles? It had a wicked carnality to it that blew my mind.

I was apparently not the only one with my
mind blown. Brodie groaned as if dying, and his tongue pushed
against my sex, flicking and lapping. “You taste so good, Kandis.
You going to come for me?”

I writhed against the bathroom door, my hips
trapped by his hands and his mouth. “I want you inside me,” I
panted. “I don’t wanna come until then.”

He pressed a kiss to my flesh. “Tease.” But
he got up from his kneeling position and stood in front of me with
another roguish smile, his mouth wet and gleaming from my
juices.

I pulled away from the door, moving forward
to kiss him. When I moved to his mouth, though, he simply licked
mine, and I tasted my arousal on his lips.

And I shivered. “Your turn to get naked.”

He nodded and tugged his shirt over his head,
and I made an appreciative sound at all that muscled flesh bared to
my touch. My mouth watered every time I saw all that tanned skin,
and I moved forward to press my lips to him in light, appreciative
kisses as he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. He dropped his
clothes a second later and kicked them off his feet, and then he
dragged me against him.

We were naked flesh to naked flesh, and his
skin was warm against mine. Shivers moved through me, and I moaned
against his mouth, entranced by the feel of him against my body.
His cock pressed against my belly, the head wet with pre-cum. He
was as turned on as I was.

“Condom,” I reminded him.

His hands flexed on my ass, clenching it in
his hands and then kneading my buttocks even as he continued to
kiss my neck. “But that would mean I’d have to let go of you. And
right now I like holding you too much.”

Such sweet words coming from such a playful
man. He knew just where to hit below the belt, didn’t he? I leaned
forward, unable to help myself, and rubbed my aching nipples
against his chest.

He groaned and rubbed my ass harder. “You’re
so gorgeous, Kandis. I swear you leave me breathless every time I
see you. I could wake up next to those beautiful eyes every morning
for the rest of my life.”

To think that cocky Brodie Short got all
sentimental when he made love. I giggled. If he got sentimental in
bed, it seemed I just got bolder. I slid my hand lower and cupped
his balls, rolling them gently in my grasp. “Let’s just focus on
here and now, huh? And right now, I say…get a condom.”

He groaned and tried to thrust his cock, his
movements hampered by my grip. “You going to put it on me?”

“Yes,” I told him. I needed him inside me
right away, and if I left it up to him, he’d be all sweet words and
caresses for hours, and I’d go slowly insane. We could have sex
fast and then slow down later, when two in the morning rolled
around and the cameras went off. So I slid out of his grasp and
turned to the bathroom cabinet, opening it and peering inside.
There were stacked toiletries of all kinds in there, and in the
back, a box of condoms.

I reached for the condoms. As I did, Brodie
grasped my hips from behind and thrust his cock against my ass. He
held my hips and pushed against me, mimicking what he wanted to do
to me.

And oh God, the suggestion of it was almost
as good as the real thing. I whimpered, bracing my hands against
the sink as he pushed against me.

“You’re distracting me,” I protested, all
breathless with need. “Bad, naughty Brodie.”

“More like bad,
naughty
Kandis
,” he
told me, and slapped my ass with a crack of his hand. “Turning all
this deliciousness towards me. You’re such a tease.”

I leaned forward, pressing my ass even
further into the air as I opened the box of condoms. I enjoyed
Brodie’s pained groan and the way his hands ran all over my
buttocks and thighs, as if he couldn’t stop touching me. I loved
that. He made me feel incredibly sexy and desirable, mohawk and
all.

I lifted my hips a little. “I’m never going
to be able to put this condom on you if you don’t let me go.”

“Patience, woman,” Brodie said, and I felt
his big hands fit around my hips. “I’m having my way with you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. This ass is downright magical.” He
pushed me a little higher, until I was totally braced against the
sink. My thighs parted and he pushed his cock between them, and
then he was rubbing his length up and down the slick heat of my
pussy. “Can’t help but touch you, just a little.”

Forget the condoms. I leaned forward so he
could rub me even more, not caring that my cheek was pressed
against the faucet and this was a downright uncomfortable position
for my torso. All I cared about was lifting my ass a bit higher
into the air and letting him torment me.

“You like that, baby?” Brodie’s voice was low
and husky, and I felt his cock thrust against my flesh again. He
didn’t penetrate, just teased.

I whimpered my pleasure, my fingers wrapping
tight around the condom packet I held.

“Look at this sweet, juicy pussy,” he
murmured behind me. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, and I parted
them even more, eager for his touch. “It’s just begging to be
filled, isn’t it?”

I rolled my hips. “You going to fill me?”

“I’m going to stuff this pussy full of my
cock,” he told me. I felt a finger brush against my opening, and I
cried out, bucking with need. “But my cock’s pretty big. You ready
for me, Kandis?”

I felt that finger slide deep, testing me
out, and I moaned, closing my eyes with the pleasure of it. “I’m
ready.”

He ignored my request and thrust with his
finger again and then added a second one a moment later. “I don’t
know, this pussy feels pretty tight to me.”

My knees went weak, and pleasure shot through
me all over again. It was delicious…but not enough. I growled in
frustration, clenching my hands. “Torturer.”

“Maybe.” He seemed pleased at my
frustration.

“You want me to beg you? Is that it?”

“Mmmm, the thought of you begging does make
me all hard, I admit.”

I reached backward, the condom tucked between
my fingers, and skimmed my hand along my ass-cheek. Then, I dragged
my fingers on my flesh until I was pulling my ass apart, displaying
my pussy for him. “Please fill me, Brodie.”

He groaned deep, and his fingers thrust
again, his movements ragged. “God damn, but you don’t play
fair.”

“I need you so bad,” I said, letting a
girlish whimper of need into my voice.

“God,” Brodie groaned again. I felt his
fingers leave my pussy, felt him snatch the condom out of my
fingers. “I’d ask you to turn around and put this on me like you
promised, but I don’t think I can wait.”

I was panting with need and anticipation, my
hand clenched on the porcelain of the sink to steady my body, the
other still holding my flesh apart for his gaze. I rolled my hips
again. “Then don’t wait. Come take me against this sink and fuck my
brains out.”

To my delight and relief, I heard him tear
the condom open, felt him shift behind me. About damn time. I bit
my lip with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his skin against
mine.

It came a moment later, and I shuddered as I
felt his cock press at my flesh. He didn’t enter me, simply poised
at the core of my entrance and waited.

I groaned. “Not playing fair, Brodie.”

“Just wanted to hear you ask for me one more
time.”

“Please
.”

“How can I resist that?”

He pushed into me, just a little, only the
head of his cock sinking in to my body. I cried out, gasping
because it felt amazing…and at the same time, it didn’t feel like
nearly enough.

I thought I’d been tortured before? That was
nothing. This was exquisite agony. “Give me everything,” I told
him. “Don’t hold back on me now. Not after all this time.”

Brodie’s hand slid up my back, caressing my
bared skin. “You can’t rush beauty like this, Kandis. And I’ve got
the most incredible view before me.” His voice was strained with
need. “All this smooth skin and gorgeous woman before me…I should
savor this.”

I was going to die if he savored this any
longer. So I bucked my hips and moved backward, trying to push him
further into me to sate the need he’d set fire to.

He groaned, and pushed into me a little more.
“You’re not good with the whole ‘savoring’ thing, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” I breathed and lifted my
hips again. “Dessert first is my motto.”

“Well then, fuck all that,” he gritted, and
plunged to the hilt, impaling me under him.

I cried out, stiffening. My fingers clenched
as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. His hard
thrust had taken me by surprise—and it was so fiercely delicious
that I nearly came from that alone. “Oh god, yes.”

“Beautiful Kandis,” Brodie murmured, and then
he groaned with pleasure. “You feel so good. Never thought you’d
feel better than you look, but I was wrong. You’re heaven. Pure,
sweet, angels-singing-to-me heaven. This incandescent flesh could
make a man weep.”

“Quit talking and fuck me,” I panted. God,
why was this man not hammering into me? Instead, he was spouting
freaking sonnets to my ass. I wanted to giggle with how adorable it
was, but I bit my lip. Laughing when a man was fucking you wasn’t
appropriate, no matter how cute he was.

He thrust again, pushing so hard that I
bounced against the sink. “Yes, ma’am,” Brodie said, and the
teasing returned to his voice. “Less jawing, more thrusting.”