Brady shook his head and dragged his teeth down to my shoulder, making my eyes roll back in my head. “You’re not ready for it,” he whispered.
We fell into bed then, a tangle of limbs and searching hands and lips. I briefly noted a fluffy white duvet before I was distracted, pulling Brady over me. He stretched his long body out, reaching toward the bedside table.
A moment later, I watched him sit back on his heels, rip the condom wrapper, and start to roll it on, but I batted his hands away and gave him back the line he’d given me. “Stop it. I wanted to do that.”
He grinned as I took over the job of protecting us both, but the cheeky smile faded quickly as I gave him a rough squeeze.
“You ready?” I asked, bending my knees as he settled between my thighs.
“Yeah,” he gritted out. “You?”
At my nod, he slowly—and I mean slowly—eased inside me, one hand gripping the base of his shaft and the other wrapped around the outside of my thigh.
I breathed through it, adjusting to his size and girth, grateful I was slick enough to ease the way.
Halfway through, Brady shifted onto his elbows and bowed his head, resting it against my shoulder and letting out a string of curse words.
Finally, when he was completely seated and I was so full I thought I might split in half, Brady’s breath whooshed out, and he laughed hoarsely. “I am never going to last. Holy shit.”
I shifted my hips a little, and he groaned, causing me to grin.
On an experimental thrust, Brady’s hips pulled back slowly and then pushed in again. I felt him everywhere. When he bottomed out, he ground down, his pubic bone hitting me in just the right spot. I reached around, gripping his ass, encouraging him without words to please, please do that again.
He did, over and over. Shallow, gasping thrusts that forced me higher on the mattress. I brought my trembling thighs over his hips, and he settled even deeper, making me cry out.
“You feel so good,” he praised. “I want to fuck you all night. I don’t want to come yet.”
“I’ve had two orgasms, Brady. You don’t need to hold out on my account.”
Amused, I watched as he shook his head. Suddenly, we were moving, rolling across the mattress, still connected as he settled me on top of him. I took the change of scenery in stride and planted my hands on either side of his head, rolling my hips and shifting back and forth.
“Shit,” he breathed, trying desperately to still my movements. “That didnothelp.”
“It helped me,” I laughed, rocking over him, loving the angle.
His eyes couldn’t decide where to focus. Brady tracked my bouncing tits and then down to where we were joined before his lids shut tight and his jaw clenched.
“Talk to me, Mac,” he encouraged. “Tell me what you need.”
“Sit up and grab my ass,” I panted.
Complying instantly, Brady jackknifed up, lean muscles flexing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him close as I rode him. His hands smoothed down the globes of my ass before squeezing and urging me on.
Everything was lined up perfectly, and with Brady chanting in my ear, telling me how good this was and how he’d never recover, I came in a blinding flash. Pleasure radiated through my limbs and held me hostage in its grip.
I felt Brady bucking up into me in jerky movements until he stiffened and groaned, the intimate sound vibrating against my sternum and making me squeeze tighter around him.
With a groan of my own, I collapsed onto the bed, side by side with Brady, who lay panting on top of the covers.
He had an arm thrown over his eyes, but when he felt my noodle body settle next to him, he uncovered his face and turned his head to look at me. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take that hot chocolate. Because you were definitely the first one to scream.”
I blinked as my brain caught up with our bet from the Haunted Forest, and then I laughed until I couldn’t catch my breath.
Minutes later, Brady had gotten rid of the condom and we were back to being sweaty in bed and staring up at the ceiling. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, I know it wasn’t very good, but the next time will be better.”
My brain stuttered to a halt, and I frowned. I’d thought—I’d thought it was the best sexual experience of my entire life. That last time, I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I still couldn’t feel my toes.
When I looked over at Brady to see if he’d possibly suffered a brain injury, he was already watching my reaction, grinning like the fool I must be.
