Brody shrugged. “You take birth control.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I know everything about you,” Brody said confidently.
Wrong.
“But are you sure? Sure I never forget? Sure enough to break your rules?” I asked.
He considered that and then pinned me with a look. “I don’t care. I want to come inside you.”
I had no idea how to respond to that wild statement, so I just nodded, a little dazed.
He grinned, then pressed his face to my pussy. His fingers worked inside me. Two fingers went in my pussy while a third toyed with my ass. His tongue found my clit and circled it.
My knees nearly gave out. It was too good. It was too much.
I held on to his head, his dark, wet waves just the right length to tug.
“I fucking love it when you pull my hair,” Brody admitted.
“Oh my God, I can’t—it’s too much,” I rushed out, an orgasm approaching way too quickly. I couldn’t come this fast. It was embarrassing.
“Too bad, sweetheart. I told you I was going to make you scream.”
He went back to torturing me with his talented tongue as his fingers worked their magic. He had the two in my pussy sunk in as far as they could go, while the one playing with my ass had worked up to the first knuckle. The hot water rained down on us, and even the droplets trickling over my nipples added to the onslaught.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I chanted.
He pushed me onward.
“You will. You are,” Brody countered and pushed at my G-spot.
My vision went white, and I came, a scream on my lips, my knees giving out so forcefully I practically had to sit on Brody’s face for balance. His tongue kept going through every pulse, drawing it out, expanding a universe of pleasure I honestly hadn’t known my body was even capable of.
I came and came, an endless wave that only crashed when the cool tile against my cheek registered through my overwhelmed brain.
“You scream so beautifully for me, cheer captain,” Brody said, that same old arrogance in his tone. He’d had no doubt he could destroy me with pleasure, and he’d done just that.
He helped me straighten, and I leaned on the shower wall weakly.
I reached out to touch his dick. It was flushed a deep red, the veins standing out starkly.
“Don’t.” He dipped his hips and pulled himself from my reach. “I’m so fucking close.”
His temple was pressed to mine, his expression tortured. Here was the guy who was a master over his own body. The one who woke up early, ate like a health guru, and exercised discipline in every single thing.
And my touch was making him shake.
I’d never felt more powerful.
A whim crossed my mind. An act that until very recently, I’d thought I might never want to perform again. But as soon as I thought it, I wanted it.
I wanted to undo Brody’s self-control even more. I wanted to make him lose control. I slid down his body, holding on to his thighs to steady myself until my knees hit the tile.
I looked up at him and took his dick in my hand, angling it downward and kissing the tip.
He hissed, slapping a hand on the shower wall. His gaze was fixed on me, dark and possessive. It made me feel all kinds of things.
