Braelyn
I couldn’t sleep.
Not only was my mind restless, so was my body, a layer of chaos coating everything, making me feel out of sorts. Normally I would’ve thought it was stress induced, but that wasn’t the case now. No, this was due to my overactive libido. I was … horny.
Sure, I could remedy the situation with the trusty vibrator Tiegan had gifted me with, but I didn’t want it. I wasn’t interested in temporary relief. I needed something that would scorch me to my soul, and there was only one person who could offer me the satisfaction I sought.
I groaned.
When I had excused myself for the evening, I hadn’t exactly been tired, but I never expected sleep to be quite this elusive. I’d been tossing and turning for the past three hours and … nothing.
My thoughts continued to drift to Talon, to the way he had sweetly kissed me good-night when he walked me to my room. Part of me had hoped (expected) him to make a move, to talk himself past the threshold and into my bed. No doubt about it, I would’ve let him in, would’ve accepted whatever he was willing to offer. I was completely and irrevocably infatuated with him. My body craved his touch.
Unfortunately, Talon had been the perfect gentleman, kissing me chastely before walking away. My first reaction had been hurt. Ever since our argument at dinner and the subsequent apology, he’d been keeping me close but at a distance. As though he wasn’t sure he wanted me anymore.
Was he back at the party? Was he indulging in one of his own possessions? Were there others watching him do so?
I had no idea what Talon was into, but if he was anything like my brother, not much was off-limits.
And that was another thing I continued to fret about. My brother.
I knew he was considering this job offer from Talon. Probably leaning more toward taking it than not. And yes, he’d promised he wouldn’t do anything until we talked, but I knew him. This was a potential future for him. A good one if I had to guess.
What if Talon and I didn’t … I don’t know … work out? What if we went our separate ways? Could I seriously live on this island with him, knowing I’d never have him? It seemed like a lifetime of punishment, one I wasn’t eager to indulge.
Which meant I would be forced to leave. Now that Ransom seemed to be finding some happiness, who was I to disrupt that? I had seen him with Jasper earlier. I was pretty sure something was going on with those two.
What if I didn’t fit in here? Not just from a relationship standpoint. What if I couldn’t work for Talon? It would require I be immersed in this world that confused me still. I’d always heard the extremes of BDSM weren’t for the faint of heart, but I’d never understood what that truly meant. With every new thing I was introduced to, I was being schooled on the fact that I was still naive.
If I couldn’t find something to do with my time, a way to stay busy and earn my keep, I couldn’t stay here. It wouldn’t feel right. And going back to Chicago was no longer an option.
I exhaled my frustration.
With a sigh, I got out of bed. I padded to the door leading out to the veranda.
Stepping outside, I scanned the swimming pools, the surrounding areas. I didn’t see anyone.
Did that mean the party was over? Or maybe it was simply contained to the resort.
My gaze swung down to the kidney-shaped swimming pool. The water glittered a dark, inviting blue. I could slip down there for a little while. That pool was more secluded, discreetly masked by the surrounding flora, tucked beneath the large waterfall that spilled over the rock forming a grotto on the backside.
At the very least, perhaps some laps around the pool would tire me out, make it possible to go to sleep.
Because I didn’t have a swimsuit—the one I’d used yesterday had disappeared, probably to be washed—I would have to go without, but it was dark outside, and I seriously doubted anyone was going to be strolling about, looking to see if there was a naked woman in the pool. Not to mention, around here, it was par for the course for people to traipse around naked.
Wearing only the short silk robe, I slipped out onto the slate-tiled patio. Although I doubted anyone would hear me, I was still silent as I trekked down the steps to the pools, glancing in all directions to ensure no one was out. There were a few lights on inside the house as well as the resort, but for the most part, it was dark.
Talon’s estate was secluded on a private island, and out here in the middle of the night, it felt as isolated as it was. As though I was in a different world, nothing else to intrude. Nothing around except for open sky and twinkling stars, the endless ocean surrounding this exquisite oasis. If this had been a vacation, I could see myself getting used to it.
After one more glance around to ensure no one was outside, I slid the robe off my shoulders, letting it drop to the decorative concrete before padding to the pool and stepping in. The water was silky and warm as it embraced me, moving up my calves, my thighs, my hips. Every step down submerged me into heaven.
I wasn’t one who was familiar with being naked. The only time I was usually involved a shower, but I would dress quickly after. So this was an interesting concept, one I found made me feel free. I liked the way the water moved over my naked skin.
Without hesitation, I dipped beneath the water, wetting my hair and slicking it back from my face. No doubt the long strands would be a tangled mess when I was done, but I didn’t care. Maybe I could spend the rest of my life in here, floating in the warm, silky water. I would never have to worry about clothes or showers or hair dryers. Or combs for that matter.
Because of the shape of the pool, it wasn’t meant for swimming laps, but I did so anyway, working my way around using the outer edge as a guide, into the grotto hidden behind the waterfall, back out again. Around and around, I moved with purpose, but not too fast. I was hoping to tire myself out, but I wanted to take advantage of the solitude, the peace that I found out here.
On one of my returns by the stairs, I heard a sound. I stopped, glancing out into the darkness.
It was then I saw him.
Talon.
He was sitting in one of the poolside chairs, his full attention on me. In the dim light cast by the pool, I could make out his bare chest, the strong column of his throat, broad shoulders. He had one ankle resting on the opposite knee, a glass resting on the other knee.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” I said softly, moving to the side of the pool, as much to get close enough to hear him as it was to shield my nakedness.
“Haven’t been to sleep yet.”
I glanced around, half expecting to see one of his possessions lingering nearby.
“We’re alone,” he said, as though reading my mind.
“Would you like to join me?” I hadn’t meant to speak the words aloud, the request more daring than I usually was, but I found Talon brought out the bolder side of me.
Without a verbal response, Talon set his glass on the ground, then unfolded his long, lean body from the chair. It was then I got a good look at him without the fancy outer coverings he usually wore. Beneath those finely tailored shirts I’d seen him in, the man was concealing a well-muscled chest. My gaze snagged briefly on the key adorning his neck, which he simply shifted so that it hung down his back.
Once again ogling… He was thick but not bulky, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, his abdomen contoured, his six-pack and that sexy V quite prominent. His arms were long and corded, his muscles bunching when he reached for the button on his jeans.
I found myself holding my breath, realizing I was leering but unable to look away. He didn’t seem to mind, his eyes briefly meeting mine in the soft light bouncing off the water before he unbuttoned and unzipped, sliding the denim down his thighs.
Oh, Lord.
Although I’d been intimate with him, I’d yet to have the opportunity to truly admire him. Without any distractions, anyway. And this … this was a treat.
His cock was so thick, so long, and he was unabashedly erect. I thought about turning away shyly but forced myself to remain where I was. I refused to be the cowering schoolgirl who couldn’t handle the sight of a beautiful naked man. And he was beautiful. All that copper skin covering toned muscle and sinew. I wanted to touch and taste, to explore in a way I’d never wanted to before.
I was so transfixed by his beauty, it didn’t register that he was moving toward me, stepping into the pool, working his way closer.
“Braelyn…”
“Hmm?” I lifted my eyes to meet his again.
Talon dipped down into the water so he was closer to me, his hand coming up to my cheek, the water cooling my overheated skin. But the sensation was lost to a swarm of heat that engulfed me when he pulled me closer, his mouth meeting mine in the darkness. My nipples pebbled into near-painful points, my skin prickling with awareness. Being touched by him was unlike anything I’d ever known, and I wanted more.
I’d never felt such an intrinsic pull to someone as I did Talon. It was as though we were magnetized and I was drawn to him.
Words weren’t spoken as his mouth melded with mine. I gave myself over to it, freely taking what he was offering, giving as much in return. My hands roamed over sleek, smooth skin. He was so warm, so hard. And in the darkness, it was a feast for my sense of touch, heightened by the lack of light.
Talon was the one to break the kiss, pulling back and cupping my face. He stared down into my eyes, but he didn’t speak. I knew he could see the lust burning in my eyes. He could probably feel it because it made my skin sizzle, an electric current firing just beneath. Every nerve ending was alive, eager for him to explore.
Rather than lean in for another kiss, Talon dropped his hands. But he didn’t move away.
I giggled when he lifted me up out of the water, one strong arm behind my back, the other sliding beneath my knees. The shift was fluid, his strength impressive.
“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly, staring up into his face as I curled my arm around his neck and held on.
“Somewhere private,” he said, the rich baritone sliding like silk over my senses.
My thoughts instantly shifted to our encounter in the shower. Specifically when he’d asked if I liked to be watched. At the time I’d agreed because it’d been erotic. Even now, I was curious as to whether or not I’d get a thrill from it. But privacy would work, too. Anything would work right now.
Talon didn’t leave the water, rather moving into the grotto, the waterfall shielding us from anyone who might be outside. Not that I cared. Not at that moment. The only thing I could focus on was his nearness, his bare skin against mine, the desire pulsing inside me, the ache I wanted him to assuage.
Never had I felt so sexy before. Talon had a way of bringing out my inner goddess, and I found I liked her. I liked how free I felt around him, as though my risqué thoughts were normal. A sexual awakening, if you would.
Inside the small cave, there were lights tucked into the stone, brightening the space, glittering in his dark eyes and allowing me to see the hard lines of his beautiful face.
Talon eased me back into the water by releasing my legs. No sooner was I on my feet again than his mouth was on mine. Then I was in his arms, pulled in tight, my breasts crushed to the hard wall of his chest. Every sense was heightened by his nearness. I ached in a way that was foreign but not unwelcome. This man brought out a side of me I’d thought was buried deep. A woman who sought the pleasure bestowed by the touch of a man who knew how to play her body so perfectly.
When my back met the smooth stone, I relaxed, giving myself over to his kiss, his touch.
This.
This was what had brought me down here tonight. The possibility of this man finding me.
Now that he was here, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted the night to end.
*
TALON
When I had stepped out onto the veranda, I hadn’t expected to see Braelyn down in the pool. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, tempting me with something I was desperately trying to resist.
In an effort to convince myself she was real, I had forgotten my intentions of going to bed in favor of moving closer. By the time I had approached the pool, I had realized she was definitely real. So fucking real. And so fucking beautiful, her long, lithe body moving sensually in the water as she swam alone, all that long, silky hair snaking out around her. Every so often, I would get a peek of her naked flesh beneath the surface as she moved by one of the underwater lights.
I hadn’t planned on joining her, rather sating my need by simply watching, admiring. When she invited me in, my resistance waned. I was tired of fighting this, tired of pretending I was exploring when the only thing I wanted was to claim this woman as mine. Once and for all.
I was not going to let this moment pass me by.
Now, as I held her, all that smooth, soft skin against mine, I felt like myself again. Back in control, eager, yet willing to take my time to explore. While the urge to dominate her was great, I managed to tamp it down. The only encounters we’d shared had been fast and furious. It was time I savored, for my benefit as well as hers.
Her kiss was tentative, a light exploration as her tongue met mine. I could sense her hesitancy, but it warred with her need, a feeling I was getting intimately familiar with. When it came to Braelyn, I found myself wanting more than what I was used to. This desire to be one with her was deeper than mere lust. It surprised me because it was so foreign, yet at the same time, it was as natural as breathing.
I loved the size of her, the shape, the way she fit against me. My hand spanned the width of her back as I pulled her closer, feeling the hard points of her nipples on my chest. I wanted to feast on her, to taste every inch of her smooth, warm skin, then I wanted to do it again and again.
But I wasn’t going to rush. Braelyn Bishop wasn’t the sort of woman you hurried. She was a feast prepared by a world-renowned chef, one you savored one decadent bite at a time.
Breaking the kiss, I stared down into her eyes again, loving the way they glittered brightly, her desire etched in the smooth lines of her face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said softly, the words tinged with both reverence and restrained need. She brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. Made me crave things I’d never fancied myself having.
Her hands moved up to cup my face, and as she pulled me back down to her, I lowered myself to my knees in the water so that we were on a more even keel, bringing my mouth to breast level. My hands roamed freely over her exquisite curves, and I took cues from her movements, such as the way she gradually pulled back, allowing me to cup the firm ivory globes. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, and another raspy moan escaped her, the little points beckoning my mouth.
“Let me taste you,” I mumbled, letting my breath fan her nipples, cupping her ass as I dragged her against me.
Braelyn nodded, but I wasn’t sure if she was giving me permission or herself.
Holding her gaze, I leaned in, licking one puckered nipple with the tip of my tongue. It tightened more, a throatier moan escaping her lips as I teased.
She inhaled sharply, her lips parting as she watched what I was doing to her.
That was what I wanted. I wanted Braelyn to watch me touch, taste, lick. I wanted her eyes to follow my every move, to know that I was the one bringing her such undeniable pleasure. That I was the one in control.
Circling her nipple with my tongue, I let her soft whimpers and urgent groans fuel me. She surprised me when her hand curled behind my head, pulling me in closer. I smiled against her skin, then sucked her nipple into my mouth. Softly, sweetly. I was tormenting her intentionally. I wanted her to know what I was capable of. I could bring her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known before, and that was my intention.
Not only now, not only today but tomorrow, the next. For the rest of our lives if she’d have me.
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I instructed.
Braelyn’s eyes narrowed on my face, but she followed my direction, releasing my head and placing those soft fingers on my skin.
“Now don’t move.”
There was a flash of heat in her gaze, one I recognized. I’d seen it with many submissives. Deep down, regardless of what she claimed, Braelyn was submissive. Despite what she thought, it wasn’t a bad thing. I’d suspected it, but hadn’t realized she had been purposely hiding that side of herself because she was mistaken in the belief she didn’t want what a dominating man could give her. What I could give her.
It was part of her allure and my inner Dominant was drawn to it.
Leaning in, I sucked on her again, teasing her nipple with my tongue while cupping her breasts with my hands. I plumped the small, firm globes, inciting the nerve endings, while I nipped her with my teeth. Her breaths grew ragged, her fingernails biting into my skin, but she remained where she was.
When I released her from my mouth, I leaned up for her kiss. She met me halfway, her tongue sliding against mine. I plucked her nipples firmly, tugging on the swollen tips until she was moaning into my mouth, the sound so damn sweet.
With her lips fused to mine, I released her breasts, sliding my hands down to cup her ass. Then I surged to my feet, lifting her with me as I did, water pouring off of us with a rush of sound. I swallowed her surprise as I plundered her mouth with my tongue, her arms wreathing my neck as she stabilized herself. Moving to the other side of the space, I set her on the smooth, flat seating ledge set into the stone.
Her hands released me, once more moving to my shoulders as I’d directed.
“Good girl,” I whispered, standing tall and staring down at her. “Spread your legs for me.”
She did, her knees parting, my eyes moving to her smooth, bare mound.
“Wider. I want to see your pretty pussy.”
Braelyn looked surprised, but she didn’t argue, moving her knees farther apart until the movement revealed the pink flesh of her pussy.
“That’s a good girl. Now use your fingers and show me your little clit.”
Her sharp inhale told me my words had surprised her. Little did she know, this was just the beginning. I wasn’t vanilla by any sense of the word, and when it came to sex, it wasn’t a simple act done to sate an urge. It was an exploration, a way of experiencing exquisite, sometimes brutal pleasure. And my dirty girl seemed very eager to indulge me.
“Let me see, Braelyn,” I whispered, my gaze narrowed on her pussy.
Even in the darkness, I could see the way she trembled, but she managed to separate the plump lips, her soft pink center on display. Using her index finger, she pulled back the hood concealing her clit. I took over, using my thumb, loving her sharp inhale as the cool air caressed her sensitive flesh.
Once more, I squatted down in the water, a move that brought me eye level with her pussy. I could smell her arousal, a musky scent that had my dick throbbing, my balls tightening.
Lifting my gaze to hers, I leaned in and lightly speared her vagina before dragging my tongue upward to tease her clit.
Braelyn’s eyes remained locked between her thighs where my tongue continued to explore. I feasted on her, loving the way her chest began to rise and fall rapidly, my name escaping her lips every so often as she urged me to continue. I wasn’t looking to make her come. Not yet. I wanted Braelyn to remember this, to think about it later, when she was alone, when she was fighting this thing between us. Because there was something here, and it was high time we accepted it.
“Talon… oh, God.” Her head tipped back, her hips rocking forward.
I pulled my lips away, using my thumb to fondle her clit. “Watch me, Braelyn.”
“It’s too much,” she whimpered.
“Watch me,” I demanded.
Her head leveled, her eyes opening.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes, please.” Her chest expanded, another moan escaping. “Please make me come.”
“When I do, I’m going to fuck you,” I warned.
Braelyn nodded.
Leaning forward, I blew air against her clit, waited until she was writhing again. I drew her clit between my lips, flicked the swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue. My eyes remained on her face as she cried out, begging me to make her come. I refrained because I wanted to, wanted to hear her eager pleas as the pleasure lashed at her, had her writhing in an attempt to assuage the ache. I continued to work her, my body hardening as she gasped and moaned, whimpered and cursed, until finally she exploded, my name a startled cry on her lips as her back bowed and she grabbed on to the ledge for support.
God, she was beautiful.
I didn’t wait for her to come down from the sensual high. I surged to my feet, gripped her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the ledge. She was at the perfect height for me to plunge deep inside. With one hand on her hip, the other on my dick, I pushed into her silky heat until the thick head disappeared. Then I shoved my hips forward, driving into her in one punishing thrust.
“Talon!”
“Hold on to me,” I commanded.
Her arms circled my neck, allowing me to band one arm around her back as I held her still. There was nothing sweet about this coupling. I simply needed to mark her as mine, to claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before. It was a necessary evil, one I wasn’t exactly proud of but refused to deny.
Damn, she was tight. Her pussy squeezed and clenched, drawing me into the hot depths of her body. I fucked her ruthlessly, pulling out, slamming in. Again and again, I punished us both with the delicious friction of my cock sheathed by the tight clasp of her cunt.
The sound of our harsh breaths echoed in the cavernous space, her soft moans mingling with my deep grunts as our bodies sought the pleasure the other offered.
“Come for me, Braelyn.” It wasn’t so much a request as it was a need. I wanted to feel her pussy clench around me as she gave herself over to orgasm.
While she held tight to my neck, I gripped her hips, held her still, and drilled her with a barely restrained fury. Hard, fast, deep.
“Talon … I’m…” Braelyn cried out, the sweet sound of her climax coalescing with the way her pussy clamped down on my cock.
I thrust in harder, plunged deeper. Once, twice. On the third time, I jerked her forward, impaling her so I was buried as deep as I could go. My cock erupted, my balls emptying as I filled her, a low growl rumbling from my chest.
As I held her, those long legs wrapped around my hips, I was already plotting when and where I was going to have her again.
Because I would.
Starting now, I was going to have Braelyn in every way possible.