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I didn’t wait another minute when her head fell against the wall with a thud, I slid her panties to the side and rubbed two fingers against her swollen, wet folds while she moaned sweet little nothings in my ear. She was hot and wet, and it was just for me. A fact confirmed when two honey covered fingers slid deep and she pulsed around me. “Oh fuck, Brenna.”
She laughed and grabbed my wrist. I froze, waiting to see if she would tell me to go to tell, but she didn’t. Brenna held my wrist and squirmed and gyrated on my hand, using me for her own pleasure and it was so fucking hot I thought my cock would burst out of my sweats. “Sweet jesus, you are one dangerous man.”
I laughed. “Little ole me?”
She laughed in response and her hands fell away, giving me control of her pleasure which I appreciated but it wasn’t enough. “Grant, don’t tease.”
“Never,” I growled and nipped her ear. “I want to feel you, Brenna. All of you. The deepest parts of you.”
She let out a strangled moan combined with a shaky laugh. “Do you, now?”
“So bad I can taste it.” Just to punctuate my words, I slipped those fingers from her body and into my mouth with a moan.
“We can’t,” she said, her voice filled with disappointment which made me feel a little better. “Not with Mari upstairs.”
That was an easy fix. “We can, if you think you can be quiet,” I told her with a smile as I carried her to the front door, turning left into the guest bathroom instead of the front door.
“Thinkin’ awful highly of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Hell no, but the sounds you make when you cum, they appear in my dreams damn near every night. I couldn’t forget them if I tried and I don’t want to. I want to hear them again. And again.” With a soft click, we were locked together in the smallest bathroom in the house.
“Oh, I’ll be quiet,” she grunted as I peeled red panties off her body, stopping to take a long lick of her honeyed center. “Mostly quiet,” she amended with a laugh. A moment later her hands were at my waist, shoving my sweats and boxers down to the floor before taking me in her mouth, hot and deep.
“Oh fuck, Bren!”
She laughed. “I guess we’ll both be as quiet as we can.”
“Deal.” I lifted her against the door and she wrapped long legs around my waist, moaning softly as I lowered her onto my cock.
“Oh, god! Fuck me.”
That was the sound I was in search of, the throaty twang that uttered dirty things as she sought her pleasure.
“Harder,” she demanded and licked a trail of heat across my lips. “Hard and fast, Grant. Please.”
I gave her exactly what she wanted, hell, what we both wanted. We came together hard and fast and deep, and yeah, mostly quiet. Too soon, she pulsed around me, signs of her imminent orgasm. Mine too. “Brenna.”
“I feel you,” she said with a breathy smile. “Hard and thick. Ready to explode.”
I gripped her harder, plunging deep and hard, until she let out a long, low moan that brought forward my own orgasm. “Brenna!” I kissed her lips because I could, because I wanted to, hell I did it because I was pretty damn powerless to do anything else. The taste of her lips was sweet on my tongue, intoxicating to my bloodstream. I wanted her again. I was still buried inside her convulsing body and yet I wanted her again.
And again.
Eventually, she pulled back with a satisfied that dimmed into something more like a sad smile. She kissed me softly and then gave me a shove before exiting the bathroom. “Good night, Grant.”
“Sweet dreams, Brenna.” The night didn’t turn out exactly how I hoped it would, but it was progress.
Besides, there was always tomorrow.
Brenna
I paced back and forth inside the empty salon, mind still unable to put together the pieces of exactly how I’d ended up with my skirt hiked up around my waist with Grant surging into my body, when my plan was to get the hell out of there as quickly as humanly possible. But it had happened and it was magnificent.
And a mistake.
A big, fat, horrible mistake.
Because not having Grant wasn’t ideal but it was the smart play, to keep my time with him as nothing more than a memory. Having him again only reminded me of what I was missing, and that was just in the bedroom. He’d done his best to flirt with me, to remind me of how much fun we had together when we were fully clothed. All the laughing and smiling and flirting had primed me, I realized for a good night kiss that turned into something else. Something more.
