Past Imperfect (24 page)

Tugging on his hair, I pulled his lips from mine. “I want to ride you,” I said breathlessly as I pushed on his shoulders.

Brad fell backward while I climbed on, straddling him. The second I shrugged out of my shirt, he sat up, attacking my neck with his lips. Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to fall back, exposing more skin for his magic mouth to consume. His hard dick was between us, moving up and down my stomach as his hips rocked. My body vibrated from the growl that came from him when his dick glided over my pierced naval. His large hands swept around to my back, unclasped my bra, and pulled it off. Wrapping my arms around his head, I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Suck my tits hard.”

His lips surrounded my pointed nipple, sucking so hard I thought I was going to come unglued. The pain was exquisite. I yanked him away and directed him toward the other, wanting the same treatment.

Suddenly, Brad pulled away, his breaths coming out in short quick spurts. Resting his forehead against mine, he said, “I want to lick, suck, and fuck every part of you all at the same time.”

“Yeah?” My quick breaths matched his.

“I need to get a condom on and get inside of you.”

“Where are they?” I asked.

He placed his hands on my waist, lifted me up, and placed me on the bed in one fluid movement. Reaching over to his nightstand he grabbed a condom and ripped it open.

Holding out my hand, I asked, “Can I put it on you?”

“You sure?”

I nodded my head.

Brad laid back on the bed as I rolled the condom on. He was so hard it felt as if he could explode at any minute. I went to climb on top of him, but he grabbed my shoulders, stopping me. Pushing me back onto the bed, he crawled over me and pinned my hands above my head. His gaze traveled between my eyes and lips, finally settling on my eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Mabry,” he whispered.

“So are you.” His dick fit perfectly between my thighs as he grinded against me. “I thought I was going to ride you.”

“Not the first time, Sweetness. I want every part of our bodies touching. I need to feel your legs wrapped around me and your tits rubbing against my chest. I want to be able to look into your eyes and watch you come.”

“Okay,” I whispered. It was the only word that my mind and mouth were able to produce.

Brad kissed my lips and then moved down, landing in the crook of my neck. “I’m going to rip your panties off, baby. If I don’t get my dick inside of you soon I’m going to go insane.” My hips automatically pressed into his at the same time I cringed slightly when I heard him use the word
insane.

Releasing my hands, he kissed down my body, the tip of his tongue making several brief appearances. He climbed off the bed and stood looking at me with desire, longing, and awe evident in his eyes. My body screamed with sensation. Shivers ran through me at the same time heat prickled my skin. I felt the blood pump through my veins as the ache between my legs grew.

His fingers hooked the waistband of my panties. “Lift up your hips.”

I did as he said and I felt the cotton slide down my legs. I was completely exposed but felt safe. Brad’s warm hands ran the length of my legs a few times before lifting my right ankle and placing my foot on his lower chest. His hands caressed my calf and then slid to unbuckle my shoe. After slipping my Mary Jane off he placed a light kiss on the top of my foot and gently placed it back on the bed. He treated my left leg the exact same way except instead of placing it back down, he trailed his lips along my inner calf, up to my thigh, stopping at my center. His tongue alternated between fast and slow flicks of my clit, causing my hips to gyrate. A loud long moan escaped from me and I felt him smile against me.

I had never allowed any guy to take this much time with me. Usually when I hooked up it was quick and detached with the sole purpose of numbing my pain. Unfortunately, over the past couple of years all it managed to do was numb my physical sensation. I couldn’t remember the last time I was actually focused and mentally present during the act of sex until now.

His tongue slipped deep inside of me and glided across all the right places. My hands fisted the sheets as my knees tightened around his head. The movement of his tongue increased, causing my hips to buck off the bed. Brad’s large hands grabbed my hips, trying to still me as he continued to drive deeper inside. My loud moans quickly turned into screams as Brad’s lips vibrated with his deep low growls filling the air. All coherent thought becomes nonexistent. The only thing that existed was the feeling of what was being done to me. It’s all pure sensory. My muscles tense as a mass of convulsions overwhelm my body. Wave after wave of sensation crashes over me until all of me feels like I’m plugged into a lightning bolt and I explode.

My body was drenched in sweat and trembling as my head continued to swim. I thought I’d experienced orgasms before, but they weren’t anywhere near the mind-blowing experience I had just had.

Damn, that was just his tongue.

I felt soft lips nibble up the center of my body, between my breasts, along my collarbone, and to my ear. A gruff voice whispered, “You okay, Sweetness?”

“I’m more than okay. That was… Wow!”

A deep chuckle tickled my neck. Lowering onto his elbows, he positioned himself over me. He felt perfect between my legs. His lips skimmed across my jaw to my mouth where he gently traced the outline of my lips with the tip of his tongue. My eyes fluttered shut as I concentrated on the way our bodies complemented each other.

“Open your gorgeous eyes, Mabry,” he whispered as his hips slowly rocked against me.

My eyes opened and all the air in my body immediately escaped. In the past I never wanted to look guys in the eye during sex. They never seemed to care one way or the other. Brad held my gaze and for the first time I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. I raised my hand to his face, letting the back of it softly stroke his cheek. The way he looked at me was as if he could see straight into my soul. Like he knew all my secrets and understood all my pain. I felt the tip of him slide into me. I braced myself, knowing from experience I would need to get used to the unfamiliar feel of him inside of me since this was our first time. The strange discomfort of someone new never came. It felt like we had been together and that we belonged together.

He continued to slide smoothly into me as his mouth alternated between kissing my lips and along my neck. I found myself searching for his eyes whenever they left mine, even briefly. Something I didn’t understand was passing between us. It was more than just being sexually compatible. There was a deeper connection happening. I had an innate sense that he would take care of me and protect me. What terrified me was that I felt like I wanted him to.

“This feels incredible. I could live inside of you forever,” he gritted out as the rocking increased.

“I love the way you feel in me,” I moaned between breaths.

What the hell did I just say?

His steady hip motion morphed into quick sharp thrusts as he continued to inch his way inside of me. My legs curled around him and tightened. He looked into my eyes one last time, showing me that this felt different to him as well. His breathing became heavier as his face moved to the crook of my neck. Harder, faster thrusts took over as he continued to bury himself deeper. My calves slid from his lower back all the way down to his toned ass. I felt every one of his muscles flex under my legs as his hips slammed against me. My body trembled and tightened. His rhythm faltered as he lifted his head, returning his gaze back to me.

“Let go, Sweetness. I got you,” he breathed out.

His thrusting became frantic as he relentlessly pounded into me. An intense wave of pleasure invaded my body, letting me know I was about to have another mind-blowing orgasm. As I unraveled, I searched Brad’s eyes, wanting him to see how he affected me. Just as I reached my peak, I felt his dick pulse inside of me. Another wave crashed over my body. We clung to each other as our bodies shook and went rigid, signaling our release.

Strong arms wrapped completely around my waist. Still inside me, Brad rolled us over, landing me on top of his chest. His hand stroked up and down my back as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

“Sweetness, that was…,” Brad breathed out. The deep and rapid movement of his chest made me feel as if I were on an amusement park ride.

“I know.” I smiled against his chest at the nickname he had given me the first week we met. I started to climb off of him, but his arm tightened, holding me in place.

“Stay. I don’t want this to end,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, nuzzling deeper into his warm safe chest.

Three hours and a large jug of Gatorade later, we were still in Brad’s bed. I lay across the bed on my side, propped up by my elbow, wearing one of his T-shirts. Brad was on his back with his head resting against my thighs, the sheet stopping just below his hips. I mindlessly ran my fingers through his soft dirty-blond hair. This was the first time I’d ever lingered after sex. Usually, I was out the door the second the guy was out of me. Piercing sapphire eyes looked up, catching my attention. I knew it wasn’t the best time to do this, but I felt like we needed to establish a few ground rules. We had to keep things in perspective and be clear on what we were doing.

“I think we should set a few rules,” I said, timidly.

“I’d like you to rule me.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Okay, sorry. Um… rule number one, we’re
definitely
doing this again.” His sexy grin made another appearance.

I tugged playfully on his hair. “I mean it.”

“Okay, what rules?” he asked.

“We don’t need to go on dates. That’s not what this is.”

“Can we still hang out?”

I thought for a second. “Sure.”

“Good. What else?”

“I’m not looking for a commitment. Like I told you before, I’m not in a relationshipy place right now.”

“Gotcha, no relationshipy.” He was trying to be serious, but there was a mischievous look in his eyes mixed with desire.

“We should keep this quiet. No need for anyone to know what we’re doing,” I stated.

“My lips are sealed, except when they’re gliding over your body.” He sent me a wink.

I swallowed hard. “No sleepovers. It’s too…”

“Relationshipy?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Sweetness,
sleep
is the last thing I plan on doing
over
you.”

“I’m serious, Brad,” I said sternly. “If you can’t agree and follow these rules then we can’t continue.”

Brad sat up as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me back down to sit facing him. He leaned in, placed a soft kiss on my lips, and said, “Mabry, I’ll agree to whatever you need as long as I can be near you, with you, in you, over you, and under you.” He placed another soft kiss on my lips and rested his forehead against mine. “Just don’t stop.”

“Stop what?” I asked.

“Being a part of my life.”

A shiver ran through me when I heard his answer. “I won’t,” I whispered.

I didn’t want to leave, but I knew I had to. I was already playing with fire where Brad was concerned. I had to maintain some type of distance. Tonight was more intense than I imagined it would be.

I kissed him one more time and said, “I better go.”

His hand snaked around the back of my neck and he pulled me close. Pressing his lips to mine he coaxed my mouth to open and slid his tongue in. He slowly stroked every inch of my tongue, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

Pulling away, he whispered against my lips, “You sure? We could always start those rules tomorrow. Morning sex is awesome.”

“I think it’s best if we start enforcing them immediately. It’s too much of a slippery slope if we give in right at the beginning.”

“I like when we slip all over each other’s slopes.” He nipped playfully at my bottom lip.

Smiling, I explained, “We need to keep things in perspective and remember what this is.”

He gave me a weak smile before falling backward onto the bed. As I walked toward the bathroom, I heard an exasperated mumble from him. “Fucking rules.”