I whimper when his tongue leaves me, then moan when he slides two fingers inside of me instead.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His fingers pause for a second. “Do you, ah, have a condom?”
My pussy clenches involuntarily around his fingers. “Why is it sexy that you’re so unprepared for this?”
He slides his fingers free, and I straighten, twisting my entire upper body this time so I can grab his head andpull him in for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, but I’ll be damned if I care.
Then I climb off the couch, move quickly to my discarded purse, and fish out the two condoms I keep in there. After quickly checking the expiry date, I hold them up.
Brady takes them, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Why is it so sexy that youareprepared for this?”
I give him a pert look, then get back on my hands and knees on the couch. “Guess we’re just two sexy people. Now, are you going to fuck me?”
I hear the crinkle of the wrapper, and then his hands are back on me, stroking up and down my sides. I feel his lips land between my shoulder blades. It’s sweet. Too sweet. I can’t do sweet, not when all we have is tonight.
“Brady. Fuck me.” I push my ass into his crotch and he grunts, but thankfully, takes the hint.
I feel him notch his cock to my opening, then start to press in. Slowly at first, but I’m beyond ready for him. He starts to move in shallow thrusts, his hands gripping my hips.
“God, you feel good.”
“Mmm,” is all I manage in return. Thanks to the earlier edging with my nipples, and the teasing of his tongue on my clit, it takes no time at all for me to race toward the edge of an orgasm. I do whatever I can to hold it off. I don’t want this to be over. And I definitely want him to come with me.
He grunts, pressing into me deeply, then swivels his hips before pulling back and pushing in again.
“Holy crap,” I gasp. “Do that again.”
A dark chuckle, and he does as I ask. After the third time, I feel my pussy start to flutter around him. “I’m gonna come, Brady.”
“Good,” is all he says, then a few thrusts later he adds, “So am I.”
When I cry out, my release crashing over me, Brady’s hips stutter, and I feel him swell inside of me with his own orgasm. His pace slows down and eventually stops before he pulls out slowly.
I flop to the side, tucking my feet under my body as I try to breathe and let my heart rate return to normal. Looking up, I see Brady staring down at me, his own shoulders heaving and his eyes hooded with satisfaction.
“Garbage can is in the kitchen,” I say, and with a nod, he moves to dispose of the condom. He’s definitely an athlete, judging by the lines of muscle in his body. When he returns, he sits down on the couch next to me and pulls me into his side.
“Not gonna lie, it feels weird to be sitting naked on your couch.”
“Weirder than fucking me on my couch?” I giggle, earning a laugh from him.
“Fair point.” He tucks some hair behind my ear with a soft, satisfied smile.
“We could relocate to the bedroom,” I suggest, drawing a circle around his nipple before sliding my hand down to wrap around his cock. “Unless you need to go.” My chin dips slightly.
He pushes my chin up with one finger. “We said this was only gonna be for onenight, right?”
I nod. And the corner of his mouth tips up in a crooked smirk that’s way sexier than it should be.
“Night’s not over yet.” With that, he stands up and scoops me into his arms.
“Bedroom it is.”
I knew he would leave at some point. I didn’t expect to be fast asleep when he did. But apparently, that’s what happened, seeing as when I roll over the next morning, the sheets and pillow next to me are cool.
Brady’s gone.
It’s a good thing, I know. It had to be this way. A night of fun before I move on to my next adventure.
