Taking Care of Business (19 page)

'Should I be concerned you weren't going to ask about this?' She tapped the foil square in his palm.

'How do you know I wasn't going to?'

'Were you?'

He hesitated. 'I would have remembered.'

She laughed and shook a scolding finger. 'Don't tell me you're not a safe-sex kind of guy.'

'I've sort of been a no-sex kind of guy lately.'

Leah had one knee on the bed when he said that and paused in crawling towards him. Brandon took his hands from behind his head and sat, one impossibly long leg bent. She moved closer.

'Really,' she said, not making it a question. She believed him.

'Yeah. Um . . . bad break-up,' he said by way of explanation.

'So you've been celibate?'

She pushed him back on to the pillows and straddled him, his cock thrust upwards between them. She stroked it as she spoke, watching his face but relishing the feeling of smooth hot skin under her palm.

'I didn't try to be, it just happened that . . . way . . .'

'Despite your downstairs neighbour who wants you to go to bed with her?'

He groaned, pushing upwards into her hand. 'I didn't want to sleep with her.'

Leah smiled as she pulled the condom from the package and smoothed it down over his delicious prick. 'Why not?'

'Because I wanted to be with you,' Brandon said through clenched teeth.

'Well,' she said with a sigh as she raised her body high enough so she could lower herself on to his erection, 'now you are.'

Leah hadn't forgotten the time-stopping magic of two bodies joining for the first time, but it had been a long time since she'd felt it. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sheer assault of pleasure as he filled her. When his hands moved to her hips, she opened them to look in to his eyes.

He was looking into hers.

For one sparse second tension speared her. What on earth was she doing, fucking a near-stranger? One with whom she still needed to work for one more day?

When he thrust slowly, experimentally, the thoughts didn't disappear . . . but they did get shoved away. Brandon's fingers tightened on her hips as he pushed deeper inside her. His cock was long and thick and lovely, and it filled her so completely she bit her lower lip against a moan.

Leah put both her hands on Brandon's chest. The flesh beneath her palms was warm. Smooth. She skidded them over his nipples, those twin dark discs she'd already fantasised about sucking. When her fingernails scraped the sensitive skin and he drew in a sharp breath as he thrust upwards, she smiled. She pinched them both, but not too hard.

Brandon let out another breath, his brow furrowing, but after a second he closed his eyes. His head tipped back in to the pillow's cradling softness.

Leah circled her hips as she pushed with her hands to lift her body a couple of inches. She bent her elbows and let her breasts brush his chest. Her nipples, taut and aching already, teased his, and he opened his eyes. He licked his mouth, but his hands never left her hips and he didn't stop his slow sweet thrusts.

Leah had never been a fan of nipple play for herself. She didn't like them sucked or tweaked or, God forbid, clamped. Now, however, as she moved her breasts teasingly over Brandon's chest, the sensitivity in her nipples that had always kept her from enjoying too much stimulation didn't seem as overpowering. Each light touch sent a shiver through her. Her lips parted so she could sip in the air.

She pushed upwards again and pinched his nipples, watching the way his jaw clenched when she did. 'Do you like that?'

'Yes.'

Brandon's cock slid impossibly deeper inside her, and Leah wondered if he'd known he liked it before she did it. She wasn't the first woman he'd ever fucked or gone down on, not unless he was the boy genius of cunnilingus. No, he'd had experience. But despite his reaction to everything she'd asked of him so far, Leah doubted he'd ever played the sort of games she had been toying with her entire sexual life.

She loved this slow fucking, the absence of frantic thrusts, the pressured rubbing and stroking. Brandon's fingers tensed and relaxed on her hips as he thrust inside her, his cock-head hitting her G-spot each time until a liquid heat built inside her.

Brandon had snagged his lower lip with his teeth in concentration. Sweat gleamed on his upper lip and along his hairline, but he wasn't moving faster.

It could have been too intense, their slow and silent fucking, but Brandon's smile gave Leah permission to tip her head back and let out a deep throaty laugh. When she looked back at his face, his smile had grown a little bemused, but hadn't disappeared.

'You have a sexy laugh.' His voice was a little rougher than usual, a little deeper, a little lower. A little out of breath.

Hearing this evidence of his arousal, Leah settled herself firmly on his prick and stopped moving. She clamped her knees tight against him and laid her hands flat on his chest, her palms covering his deliciously sensitive nipples.

'You're not going to ask me why I laughed?'

She watched his tongue slide out to stroke along that luscious lower lip.

'I assumed it was because you were happy.'

Such a simple answer, which caused such an uprush of emotion in her.

'Is that why you think I'm with you right now?' she murmured, rocking on him but not moving enough to give him room to thrust. 'Because you make me happy?'

Now his hands left her hips and travelled up to caress her breasts, palming the nipples but not tweaking them. 'It wouldn't be a bad reason, would it?'

'No, Brandon,' Leah said as her back arched when he touched her. 'It most definitely would not.'

'Good,' he said and slid one hand down between them to anchor his thumb against her clit.

She drew in a breath at the direct pressure there, but she didn't start moving again. He was still achingly hard inside her, the head of his prick nudging her cervix. So far he'd only gently thrust; if he really let go and pounded into her Leah imagined, with regret, she might be wincing instead of writhing. She knew her body's limits well, but he didn't. She might want him to fuck her fiercely, but she didn't want to walk bow-legged the next day.

But he was still beneath her, his thumb pressing as slowly and exquisitely as he'd thrust his cock in to her before. He was clearly patient. He was giving her control.

Leah's clit pulsed and her body jerked. Brandon eased the pressure. 'Too much?'

'No.' She shook her head. 'It feels good.'

She ran her hands up and down his chest without leaning forwards. She traced his ribs, then the concave dip of his belly, firmly muscled. She circled a fingertip around his navel.

Their frenzy had abated but not her urgency. 'I want you to fuck me so hard,' she murmured and delighted in the way his eyes widened ever so slightly and the brick-red flush crept up his throat. She swore she felt him throb inside her.

But when he shifted, Leah shook her head. 'But not yet.'

Some part of her was still waiting for him to get mad, to move ahead no matter what she said. To force himself on her Ðnot a rape, but the simple, sheer force of his need taking precedence over hers. What he wanted replacing what she did.

So she waited, tense, for him to shake his head, or start fucking upwards inside her, to give over to the desire she saw clearly in his eyes and felt in every straining muscle of his body.

Brandon didn't relax. She didn't think either of them could at this point, not with their bodies joined so intimately and their pleasure so prominent.

He didn't relax, but he didn't move either. He nodded. His thumb circled, echoing the earlier motion of her hips.

He couldn't know her reason. The fact he didn't even ask, just gave her what she wanted, removed her last bit of hesitation. Leah sighed and rocked her hips forwards under his skilled touch.

His thumb slid over her clit, so wet it was like a ball bearing coated in oil. And still he was slow, steady in his touch as though he had an eternity to please her.

She wasn't going to last an eternity. She was barely going to last another few minutes. Leah's whimper leaked from behind her teeth and Brandon groaned at the noise.

'Like this?' he asked, looking first to where his thumb was working its magic and then into her eyes.

'Yes. Like that.' Leah arched again, still not moving on his cock but only shifting her weight to press her hips forwards and back. She tensed and released her inner muscles against his cock and strained to focus on the bundle of nerves behind her pubic bone as well as the tight hard button of her cit being so skilfully massaged.

'Slower.' She gasped the word.

He slowed.

White noise crept from the corners of her mind to fill up every space of it. She would speak. He would do. She would have what she wanted. What she needed. Whatever it was, Brandon was ready to give it to her and she wasn't going to question or fear it. She couldn't. All she could do was squirm on his cock and against his hand as the sweet, sweet tension built inside her.

Her heartbeat pulsed in all her secret spots. The steady thump of it sounded in her ears. She put a hand on her chest to feel it pound under her palm. Between her legs she felt it the most, not only in her clitoris but inside her too. A hundred thousand nerve endings sparked and fired with arousal.

Filled by his erection and with the barely moving pressure of his thumb on her clit, Leah hovered on the edge of orgasm. She breathed deep with it, gave over to it. Gave in to it and him.

'Stop.' Leah held her breath.

Brandon stopped.

Muscles leaped and jerked in her thighs and ass and lower belly. Each breath she took moved her body the smallest amount against the pressure of his thumb on her. There was no question she felt the throb of his cock inside her this time, no imagining it. It was real.

'Oh,' she said, and opened her eyes. 'Oh . . . now.'

She didn't know how he did it, only that in seconds he'd used one arm to push himself up while the other held her tight. He sat up without dislodging her from his lap and used both hands to smoothly shift her legs to wrap around his waist.

He was already kissing her, his hands hot on her ass and grinding her on to his prick, when she came the first time. Face to face, his mouth devouring hers, Brandon lifted her up and down as he thrust. Her engorged clitoris rubbed his belly with every thrust and Leah didn't care if he was slamming into her, it felt too good to stop.

She could smell him, taste him. Feel his breath on her face, his hands on her body, his cock inside her. Her body strained, reaching for more, more, her orgasm only the tip of the pleasure waiting for her.

Brandon moaned into her mouth. Leah's entire body shuddered at the sound, that fucking sound, that deep, low, throaty fuck noise sending her over the edge again.

She was the reason for that noise. His body was being overtaken by pleasure because of her touch, her kiss, her cunt slick and slippery and grinding down on his prick, as she used her thigh muscles to move her along with his thrusts. She was the reason he was shuddering now, and why his hand had come up to tangle in her hair and tug her head back so he could mouth her throat. So he could press his teeth there, and, oh yes, oh fuck yes, she put her hand on the back of his head to urge him on and he used his teeth on her sensitive skin, biting and sucking just over her pulse.

Leah came again, this time with a shout.

Sweat slicked their bodies. It only made it easier for him to move her up and down on his prick. Those big hands held tight to her ass. He kissed her again and she held his face to keep his mouth on hers.

He said her name against her lips, the rest of his words lost in the frenzy of their kisses. It sounded like a plea. She sucked his tongue for another second before breaking the kiss to nuzzle into his ear.

'Yes, baby,' she whispered. Two orgasms had left her pleasantly fuzzed but capable of real speech, not just a string of inarticulate groans.

He turned his head to bring his mouth to her ear. 'I'm going to come . . .'

He wasn't exactly asking for permission. Not exactly. But at sound of his voice, the yearning there, her body tightened around him again. Her nails dug into his back. Her clit bumped his belly as they thrust, and inside her the liquid heat had built until she thought she might explode.

'Yes,' she said into his mouth. Her hand slid up his back to anchor in the hair at the base of his skull. She pulled, hard, fingers tangling, and when he moaned she started to come again. 'Come with me, Brandon . . .'

He jerked and shuddered when she said his name and she had time to delight in knowing he had such a potent trigger.

His arms came around her, holding her close in an embrace surprisingly tender considering how she was riding him as hard and fast as they both could move.

His breath stole over her face when he kissed her again. Then he buried his face in her shoulder and cried out her name. The final waves of her orgasm washed over her as he spent himself inside her. Breathing hard, they clung to each other, glued by sweat.

Even with her legs cramping and his erection softening inside her, Leah didn't want to move.

'Cramp,' he said.

'Right now?' Concern flashed over her face and she made to get off so immediately that he barely had time to get a hand between them to lock the base of the rubber so it wouldn't slide off when she did.