Hooked for Life (8 page)
Glancing up at him, she gave a devilish grin before she leaned forward and licked one of his flat, brown nipples. He sucked in a deep breath at the touch of her tongue and it only spurred her on.
Scooting back a little on the floor, she pulled on his arms until he got the hint and stood. Her hands went immediately to the buckle of his belt. She took her time undoing it and then tormented him further by pulling it out of the loops one by one.
Then she dropped it on his shirt. Trailing a finger just under the top of his jeans, she watched in fascination as the bulge under them got bigger and bigger.
She couldn’t resist placing her mouth over the jean-clad bulk and blowing a large breath of hot air on it. He moaned and his cock got impossibly harder.
Pushing the button through its hole and slowly lowering the zipper, she pushed his jeans down over his hips. He popped free of his clothes and his warm cock hit her in the cheek.
She giggled and he groaned.
“Brady, please show me some mercy,” he pleaded.
Helping him step out of his jeans and boxers, she threw them on the growing pile of clothing.
Still on her knees, she got an up close and personal look at his naked form. He was glorious. His huge tool hung right in front of her face, not too long but thick and quivering. Brady was even more surprised to notice the hair down there was trimmed short.
His thighs were muscled and she laid her hands on them as she closed her mouth around the head of his shaft. Flicking her tongue around it, she heard him release a strangled groan.
She smirked around her mouthful. Pulling back, she learned his shape and size intimately with her tongue and lips. Starting at the flared tip, she flicked her tongue back and forth all the way to the base.
It was almost as if he was made just for her.
Glancing up at him, she knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of her game. His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight and his hands were balled into fists. But he was trying.
Opening her mouth wide, she felt the head graze her front teeth. She pushed him in farther, keeping her mouth open. When she felt him touch the back of her throat she closed her mouth, hard.
“Oh god,” he moaned. His hands came up then to tangle in her hair. Brady backed off and then went down again, pushing him in farther.
It was then that Darren reached his limit. He reached for her, his hands hooking her under her arms. He lifted her and, turning, tossed her on the bed.
He gave her no time before he was pulling her clothes off quickly. Her jeans went first, then her shirt. He tossed them both out of the way.
Apparently one of them landed on Brett, who was sitting on the floor, because Brady heard him hiss before he skedaddled out of the bedroom.
Brady and Darren shared a smile as he unhooked her bra and then pulled her panties down her legs.
His mouth fused with hers and her heart raced faster with every swirl of his tongue. Leaning away, he rolled on a condom in seconds.
Gripping her thighs tightly, he lifted her hips off the bed.
Brady held her breath as he took position between her spread legs. She had started out teasing him only to have it backfire. Her body was throbbing with need for him. Her breasts were tingly and her nipples were tight and puckered. The folds between her legs were slick with wetness and she felt as if she was dripping.
He caught her gaze as he lunged forward. He sank into her warm body as far as he could go with one thrust. It was powerful and potent.
Her eyes closed, the feeling of him inside her was exquisite, fulfilling and more than she expected. She felt complete.
It was almost like the first time she had ever done this because the sensation was more than she could explain and she was good at explaining. She was a writer, after all.
He held firm as they stared at each other. Both of them realized something special had happened. They had crossed some deep plain that had never been touched before.
He lowered his body on hers and as his warm chest pressed against her breasts she felt that familiar arch within her. But she wasn’t alone.
Her eyes went blurry as he began to move, slow at first then faster and harder. He seemed to go deeper with each thrust. He touched a place inside her she didn’t even know was there.
Darren held on to Brady with all he was worth. His fingers dug into her sides as he lengthened his thrusts, trying to slow the pleasure that was making his eyes cross. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
He could feel the walls of her pussy gripping him tighter and tighter. A long, deep moan spilled from her luscious mouth and it almost sent him over the edge of reason.
He froze. Her hazy green eyes popped open and stared up at him.
“Don’t stop, Darren,” she whispered.
She was right there with him and he lowered his head to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his lips with equal hunger. He thrust his tongue in her mouth and ground his hips between her legs.
She moaned again, louder this time, and he rocked his hips against her. Keeping his hips and his tongue consistent together, he held on.
Suddenly he felt Brady explode around him. Her walls clamped down on his cock and he could do nothing but follow her. They floated together in that place where there was nothing but them and the pleasure of their bodies.
After a minute or an hour, he wasn’t sure which, he felt Brady go limp underneath him and he pulled out to lie next to her.
Propping his head on his bent elbow, he ran his eyes up and down her torso. Her hair was a tangled mess from his hands and her cheeks were rosy.
It was in that moment he realized he really had been right. She was meant for him and he was never letting her go.
Brady pried her eyes open. Darren was watching her closely with a small smile on his sexy face.
“Hey you,” she said quietly.
“Hey yourself,” he answered. “How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful,” she said as she stretched her sore muscles. “I’m hungry though.”
“Me too. But not for food.” He gave her his devilish grin before he pulled her on top of him.
Brady sat up and looked down at him. His eyes were glued to her breasts.
“You are gorgeous.”
She smiled at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I’m not going to like being away from you when I go home,” he said with a sigh. “But at least I’ll get frequent flyer miles.”
“I was thinking maybe I could stay with Lissa for a few weeks until we decide what to do.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything. She thought he would be happy about that. “What’s wrong, Darren?”
“I know it’s soon but why don’t you just come and stay with me?”
It was music to her ears. She wanted to fall asleep every night with his arms around her and wake up every day with him. It was quick but she didn’t have to get rid of her apartment.
“What about Brett?” she asked.
“I kind of thought you two were a package deal.” He chuckled.
“Then yes!”
“Really?”
She nodded and he rolled her under him.
“One more thing…” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m hooked for life.”
Brady wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Then there was no more time for talking.
J L Taft
J L Taft believes that variety is the spice of life. The love of a good man is irreplaceable and that determination will get you anywhere you want to go.
She lives in upstate New York with her husband, daughter and two dogs. She has a large extended family that provides her with a constant source of amusement and inspiration.
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