I love the hungry yet dumbfounded look taking over Brandon’s face as I blatantly tell him what I want to do. And why wouldn’t he be shocked at my behavior? It’s totally out of character for me, but hey, I’m not playing myself. I’m playing a character in his book and that makes taking what I want so much easier. Yeah, without all the pretending, I might not have the guts to act on the things I want—have always wanted. Talk about a perfect excuse. Although, maybe, just maybe, with Brandon, this is who I really am deep inside.
And who exactly is that, Daisy?
Oh, just a girl who wants to give her body to the guy she’s been in love with forever, and take pleasure in what all the other girls on campus have been enjoying for years. I drop to my knees and shimmy close, glancing up to take in his gaping jaw.
“Also we can’t have you going out like this. Two birds, one stone and all.” I lightly touch his cock, trace the length of it as it swells against his pants. “Although I would never stand for anyone throwing a stone at a bird.” I unbutton his pants, and say, “Two birds, and—”
“One scone,” he murmurs, knowing me so well he knew exactly what I was going to say. I grin up at him.
“With a scone you can feed the birds instead of killing them.”
“Daise…”
I tug his zipper down, and the hiss curls around me and seeps under my skin to tease my arousal. “Actually, you can probably feed more than two birds with one scone.”
“Daise…”
Tugging his gorgeous, hard cock free, I glance up at him as he keeps chanting my name. I love how tortured he looks, how he’s standing there his lids half-mast, his hand gripping the counter behind him like he doesn’t know what to make of it all. Hell, I don’t really, either.
“Speaking of feeding…”
I go quiet and his eyes refocus on me. “What?” he asks, his head rolling a little.
“Are you going to feed me your cock?”
He grabs a fistful of his hair. “Sweet mother of Jesus.”
I bite back a smirk as he grips his cock by the base and takes a step closer. I open my mouth for him and moan as the scent of his soapy skin reaches my nostrils. I breathe him in, and the back of my jaw tingles as his tang hits my tongue.
Brandon asked me if I wanted to have sex in the kitchen, and while I realize this isn’t really his version of sex, it has me fantasizing about things…things like him bending me over and fucking me. Here, or in the treehouse. That thought sends a rush of moist heat to my sex, and I lean into him to take him deeper, so damn aroused I don’t even care that his cock is cutting off my air supply. I love everything about this.
Do I want Brandon to be my first?
“Just like that,” he murmurs, his voice a low, growling whisper. His body moves, his hips pistoning forward as I rock into him. He swells in my mouth, and I’m sure his orgasm is fast approaching. But catching me completely by surprise, he pulls his cock out and I stare up at him, my mouth open, wet and hungry.
Intense brown eyes full of heat and hunger latch onto mine, and he tugs me to my feet. His big warm hands drop to my sides and slide under my loose dress. A shiver goes through me and I lift my arms as he peels it from my body. He groans as he takes my naked breasts into his hands, bending to suck each nipple until they are hard enough to score the ice on a rink.
“Daise…”
“Yeah?”
He backs me up, holding me carefully so I don’t fall, and nudges me into a chair until my mouth is poised in front of his cock. Oh, is this how he wants it. I’m about to take him back into my mouth when he puts his leg on either side of the chair, to straddle me. Oh, fun.
“I was thinking, my heroine might like taking my cock like this?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure she would,” I agree even though I’m not exactly sure what he has in mind, but I’m game. I’m game for anything with Brandon.
“I thought you might agree. As you know, the heroine asked the hero to teach her things, so she doesn’t finish her college years an inexperienced virgin.”
I chuckle slightly and a little jolt goes through me. “You could almost be writing about us.”
His face blanks for a second, like he hadn’t put that together, and then he smiles. “Yeah, maybe. I guess I never thought about it that way.”
“All the more reason I can help you with the story.” I’d be foolish really, to think on some subconscious level that he was writing about us. It does make me wonder about the other tropes he’s used in his other books.
“Open your mouth.”
I love the soft command in his voice. I do as he says and instead of putting his cock between my lips, he tugs on it, until pre-cum spills between my breasts. I make a little gasping sound and he takes my hands and puts them on my breasts, and as he encourages me to squeeze them together, I get exactly what he wants to do.
He eyes me for a second, like he’s checking in to make sure I’m okay with this. I nod, and run my tongue over my bottom lip in encouragement. He pushes his cock between the tight channel I’m making with my breasts and he takes my thumbs and puts them over my nipples. I rub my nipples and add that sensation to the one of him fucking my breasts, his cock stroking long and deep and reaching my mouth. Each thrust has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Not that I’ve done a lot, and hopefully that will be rectified this week.
“B,” I moan as his cock reaches my lips and slides into my mouth. His gaze stays on mine, and this animalistic intensity about him is like a hot caress over my clit. I’ve never orgasmed without touching myself, but this—holy hell, I think it might be the first. Then again, isn’t this whole week about firsts—that are going to leave me craving seconds and possibly thirds. Yeah, most definitely thirds. What I’m really hoping is it sates my need for him and helps me move on, but with each touch, each stroke, I fear it’s having the opposite effect. FML.
He powers forward and back, taking full control of his body and mine, and I love the need on his face, not to mention the intensity about him. He puts a hand on my shoulder and hangs on as his grunts grow louder, and faster until it’s one long tortured sound that I’m bound to play out in my brain on repeat when this is long over. I lick his crown and suck on him with every upward thrust, and I’m so damp between my legs I’m practically soaking the chair.
“Babe,” he growls, and slides into my mouth, going perfectly still as his cock jumps and he pumps his release into my mouth. He’s never called me babe before. Duke yes, but never babe. I swallow him, and moan with sheer pleasure as his cock spasms beneath my tongue. Has he grown sensitive? I circle his crown, taking care not to touch his overstimulated slit, and when he’s clean, he exhales a harsh breath and sinks to his knees in front of me. He places his head on my lap and takes deep gulping breaths and I run my fingers through his damp hair, never wanting this new deeper intimacy between us to end. Honestly, I’ve always felt close to him, but now, it’s weird, it’s like he’s a part of my soul.
“Daise…” he moans quietly as he lifts his head, his eyes still half lidded. He reaches up and swipes his thumb over my mouth as my entire body quivers, buzzing, my brain on an endorphin high simply from the way he just fucked my breasts and mouth. His gaze is soft and sated, and this time I’m the one taking deep gulping breaths as he buries his mouth in the apex of my legs, his breath hot on my core, through the thin fabric of my panties. He nips at the lace, tugs them from my body.
“I need to touch you. I need to see your sweet pussy, and see if fucking me with your mouth made you wet.” I could simply tell him it did, but I want him to see for himself. Want to see what it does to him. He slides his hand up my quivering legs, spreading me just a little bit until he can work his fingers between my inner thigh and the lacy band of my panties. Everything about sex in his kitchen—where anyone could walk in on us—feels naughty and titillating. Who knew there was a budding voyeur inside of me? I’d say Brandon knows me better than I know myself, but I’m the one who initiated this.
He bends and licks me through my panties as his deft finger finds my swollen clit. “Fuck, I like tasting you.”
I gulp. “I like you tasting me too.” His low chuckle reverberates through me and the vibrations stimulate my clit.
“Good, because I plan to do it a lot.” He tugs on my panties to expose more of my wet sex and I grab the chair and lift my hips as he swipes the soft blade of his tongue over my wet flesh and growls with hunger. “Sweet peach,” he mumbles, or at least that’s what I think he said.
“That’s why we get along so well.” I try to keep my voice from shaking but it’s futile, so I continue with, “We like the same things.” He chuckles again and I honestly have no idea what I’m saying or why I’m even talking.
Shut up, Daisy, and enjoy. You only get one week of this.
I clamp my mouth shut, and a groan of pleasure squeaks through my clenched lips, but I can no longer keep silent, not when he’s sliding a thick finger inside me and touching all the places that drive me crazy. How does he know my body so well? Okay, fine, I know why he’s experienced, and I don’t want to think about that, because for a little while longer, I don’t have to share him with anyone.
He slides a second finger into me, filling me completely and I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have his cock spreading me open. But I want that. God, I really want that. Would he?
I put my hands on his shoulders, touching his muscles as they bunch and relax as he fucks me with his fingers. I almost laugh at that thought. This is Brandon Cannon—and his face is between my legs.
“Oh,” I squeak out as he nibbles my clit, a new kind of desperation about me. I want—need—this more than I’ve ever needed anything. Moisture breaks out on my entire body and I almost forget how to breathe as pleasure gathers in a big ball between my legs. “Please,” I moan, even though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. I rock against him, trying to drive his fingers in deeper. He changes the pace and rhythm, slowing down. Does he not want me to orgasm?
“B…” I cry his name and I don’t care if I sound desperate. I am desperate.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got you. I’m going to give you exactly what you need. Now you just sit there and let me make you feel good.”
“Oh, yes…” I try to control my breathing, to stop writhing like bacon in a hot pan and just relax and let him take care of me. I’m not used to it really. Usually I’m the one taking care of others and a girl could definitely get used to this kind of attention—from a guy like Brandon. Yeah, I’m not sure I’d want this from any other guy, but I need to find a way to change that, unless I want to spend forever alone, and I don’t want that. I need to somehow get past my feelings for my best friend and find a way to move on when the week is over.
He puts another finger in me, and I’m sure it’s not enough. The room closes in on me, and I work to keep my eyes open. I want to see everything he’s doing to me. His head moves between my legs, and I writhe against the chair, rubbing my pussy all over his face. Judging from the growls coming from his throat, I think he likes it.
“More,” I cry out again, and his head lifts, his dark eyes on mine.
“You want me to fuck you, Daise…”
He continues to work his fingers in me and I open my mouth to scream, yes, but I lose the ability to speak as my orgasm breaks from my body and I come all over his fingers and hand.
“Oh, God.”
He grins and dives back between my legs, lapping and slurping and just plain drinking me in. I gasp and grip his hair and hold on for dear life as I go limp enough to slide off the chair. His tongue is like magic, licking and probing, and wait…am I supposed to be getting aroused again?
His head lifts, and his face is soaked with my cum as he licks his lips. “Sex in the kitchen, best thing ever. Definitely going in my book.”
I grin. “Sometimes I have good ideas.” He goes back on his heels, and the closeness between us prompts me to say, “It wasn’t really sex, though.”
He leans into me, brushes my hair from my shoulder. “Of course, it was. It was oral sex.” I nod and go quiet and he angles his head. “Daise…”
“Yeah?”
“What’s on your mind?”
I chicken out and roll one shoulder. “Nothing.”
“Nothing, or would you like me to put my cock in you?”
I nearly choke on my tongue. Dammit, I should have known he’d be able to read me. I’m like an open book to him—mostly. I turn it around and ask, “Is that something you’d like to do?”
He snorts. “Do you really have to ask that?” A thrill goes through me. Brandon wants to fuck me. He cups my face and his voice is low when he continues with, “I just need to be sure it’s what you want to do,” he asks, his demeanor changing, becoming serious. “You’re a—"
“Virgin, I know, and you know I’d do anything to help with the book. I mean, if I’m taking on the part of the heroine, also a virgin in the book, we’d be able to really get the details and you know, the…specifics.”
He goes quiet, a measure of worry in his eyes at my lame reasoning. “You’re not holding out for someone special?” Oh, God if he only knew how special he was to me, how special this would be—that I’ve been holding out for him my whole life. “I don’t want you to regret—”
“No, I’m not and no regrets, remember?”
He leans in, and presses his lips to mine. “I want to fuck you, Daisy. I want to put my cock deep inside your sweet pussy, and fuck you well into next week, but your reasoning…I just can’t.”
Well hell. That totally backfired.