AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m happy to walk her home. It’s the least I can do after the wonderful tour I got today.”
Ollie makes a V with his fingers and points to his eyes before using them to point at Brou. As if I don’t know what that means.
“I know,” Brou whispers.
We wait on the corner for the car Ollie Ubered. “We’re doing Tybee tomorrow?”
“Planning to if you’re up for it.”
“My question would be are Ivy and Kelsey up for it?”
“Kelsey is coming but Ivy has to work.”
“Fuck, that’s too bad. I was hoping to see both of them. It’s been a while.” My brother has always liked both of my friends but I suspect he likes Ivy just a little bit more.
The last time we spoke about dating, he had a potential in mind. “What happened to Madeline, the counselor?”
“Madison.”
“Right. You were waiting for the right time to ask her out on a date.”
“That didn’t go anywhere.”
“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” He acted as though he really liked her.
A small foreign sedan pulls to a stop in front of us. “That’s my ride. See y’all tomorrow.”
Ollie does the my eyes are on you hand signal again before getting into the car.
Brou laughs as the car pulls away. “He’d shit his pants if he knew what we’d done.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean close. “And what we’re about to do again.”
“Shit, Wren. We have at least six blocks to walk and you’re giving me a hard-on.”
I kiss him quickly. “Sorry. I’ll make it up to you when we get in the room.”
We enter the boho hotel lobby and step into the elevator. Dammit. Why’d these people have to get on here with us?
We’re enclosed with another couple in the small space for only a minute or so, but the radiating sexual tension is suffocating. I want him so badly, it hurts. I need to touch him, to feel his skin against mine.
The elevator pings and the doors open for our floor. “It’s too bad we had company on the ride up. I really wanted to be naughty in that elevator.”
Brou grabs me from behind and pushes my hair away from my neck. The touch of his lips against the skin there sends chills down my body where a tingle lands smack between my legs. “We can be naughty in the hallway.”
He passes the keycard to me over my shoulder so he can explore my body with his mouth and hands. I work to slide the card into the door but it’s a difficult task with what Brou is doing to me.
He shimmies my dress up my legs and slides his hand beneath it. He wastes no time pushing my panties aside so his fingers can dive into my slick center. “Fuck, yes. You’re already wet.”
I get the green light on the door but I’m unable to move while he finger-fucks me. “That feels so good.”
“I’ve got something for you that’s gonna feel a lot better.”
“I’m going to come before we get through the door if you don’t stop.”
He takes his fingers out of me and I suppress a whimper. “No. I wanna lick you ’til you come so I can taste your sweet climax.” Yes, please, and thank you.
He leads me to the bed. “Sit.”
I take my messenger bag off my shoulder and toss it in the corner chair before taking the place he has chosen for me.
He drops to his knees and kneels between my legs before dragging my bottom so it hangs over the edge. He removes my flip-flops and places the soles of my feet on his chest. “Lift up.”
He reaches beneath my dress and drags my cotton hipster panties down my legs. He fists the garment and brings it to his nose to inhale deeply. Note to self: buy sexy panties so you’ll be prepared if you ever get to see him again after this visit.
“You smell so fucking good. Now to taste you.” Oh, shit. That’s hot. All of it.
He drops my panties to the floor and grabs my thighs, pushing them back and apart. My upper body is propped on my elbows and I have no intention of changing that. I’m watching this time.
Our eyes—different shades of blue—are locked when he places his tongue against my center and drags it in an upward sweep. Feeling it is one thing but feeling and seeing it happen is a double treat. Lucky, lucky me.
He licks me a second time. Slow. Soft. So good I want to scream. “Like that?”
“Omigod, you have no idea how good you are at that.” Or maybe he does, according to my brother. I don’t care. It’s just him and me right now.
He licks me with his flattened tongue and then changes his method, using the tip to circle the place where all my erotic nerve endings meet. He starts slow and gradually increases the speed of the circular motion. Erotic massage.
He stops to suck my clitoris into his mouth and I nearly die. But then he glides two fingers inside me, palm side up. Oh, shit. He’s rubbing that sensitive area hiding beneath the arch of my pelvic bone. It’s been waiting for a man like Brou.
The clit suck. The G-spot massage. The combination of the two send me into orbit.
My body innately jolts with the first contraction in my pelvis. My legs tense, my toes curl. Tingly warmth floods my face, neck, hands, and feet as I ride out my orgasm to its fullest extent.
Brou takes his fingers and mouth away when my body goes limp. Ultimate sexual gratification has been achieved.
“You taste so good when you come.” He runs his fingertip down my neck and chest. “The orgasmic flush. Always a good sign.”
I fall back on the bed, my legs propped on Brou’s chest. They’re trembling so he places his hands on my knees to steady them. “That good, huh?”
“Unbelievable.”
He has been so generous with his oral gifts. I think I should return the favor.
I rise to a sitting position and go to work on unbuttoning his jeans. “You get your shirt while I work on these.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Shirt gone, jeans and boxer briefs pushed down his legs so he can kick out of them. Time for me to get out of this dress.
I could shove him on the bed and crawl over him to suck him off but I think every guy loves the visual of a girl on her knees. So I’m going to give that to him.
I sink to the floor and look up at him. “I’m not sure you’ve ever been given a proper blow job. I think you need one.”
He laces his hand through the back of my hair. “Yes, ma’am.”
I start by licking his long, thick cock from base to tip. I grasp it in my hand and watch his eyes when I drag my tongue across the tip from side to side. I taste pre-cum.
I lick my lips and swallow before sucking him fully into my mouth, taking him in to the back of my throat.
“Oh, Wren. That feels amazing.”
He holds the back of my head and lightly thrusts each time I bring my mouth down to suck him in again. “I’m not going to last like this.” Good. Because I need him inside me very soon. My skin tingles from the sensation of pleasuring him. Giving head hasn’t always been something I’ve liked doing, but with Brou, with his moans of satisfaction, I’m dripping. Dying to have him inside me.
I grasp his ass and hold him tightly as his hot stream hits the back of my throat. I swallow quickly and lick him one last time before he grabs my hands and helps me stand.
He leans down so we’re almost eye to eye when he grasps my face. “I can’t even tell you how incredible that was. You exceed every expectation I have.” I love hearing his praise, knowing I’m the one who’s pleased him. I want to please him. Me. Not the stick-skinny girl with breast implants wearing black lacy lingerie. And I want to do it more than this sex-filled weekend only.
I don’t normally feel insecure, but despite trying to rein the thoughts in, Ollie’s words have left a slight imprint. I bet the other thousand women he’s fucked and dumped said the same thing. Has he used these same words with other women? Am I simply another way to pass the time for him? Scratch his itch?
“When I came to see you, I didn’t know it was going to be like this.” Did he not have to come to Savannah with Ollie? Was it partially, or completely, his choice so he could see me?
“Like what?” I want, and somehow need to hear him say it.
“So good I never want it to end.”
So good I never want it to end.
I don’t want it to end either.
Lucas Broussard
Shit. I’ve never said anything like that to a woman. Ever.
I’m sick with the thought of leaving her on Monday. That isn’t what this was supposed to be.
So good I never want it to end. I squeeze my eyes shut as I brace myself for her response. But she says nothing. Instead, she turns us around, sits on the bed, and moves to the center.
I have feelings for this girl. Very real ones. And it scares the hell out of me.
I crawl over her and lower my mouth to her rosy pink nipple. I love sucking these, and they get hard. But I love tugging them with my teeth too. She puts her hand behind my head and pulls me closer as she arches her back from the bed. “Ohh, Brou.”
I move lower to kiss her stomach and rub my hand over her lower abdomen. She’ll one day carry another man’s baby right here. I don’t care for that thought at all.
