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“Definitely not.”
FOUR
Bren
When we get to her apartment, I smirk, taking in the pristine, if small, living space. She’s as much of a neat freak as I am, if not more. But I don’t get to explore her home further before Sofia basically jumps on me when we close the door behind us.
She is a fine master in the arts of seduction. She undresses me swiftly but always holding my eyes and drawing my attention to her mouth—which makes me think she likes her mouth, and she has every right to. It’s perfect.
She bites her lower lip and lets the tip of her tongue rest gently between her perfect teeth, followed by a swift lick of her upper lip.
I am fully naked before she lets me taste her mouth.
“A big boy, aren’t you?” she asks when she looks down at my rock-hard erection. I can only stare at her through eyelids at half-mast. She takes my length in her hand, slim fingers wrapping around the shaft and squeezing tight. My eyes close with pleasure at her intimate touch.
“This is a bit unfair, isn’t it? You being fully dressed.”
“Would you like to see me naked, Bren?”
My preferred name on her lips does something to my heart that I don’t quite comprehend, and I rub my thumb over her upper lip, tracing its shape and admiring the dent of the deep cupid’s bow. I nod because words escape me at her proposition. I’ve never been shy with women, and I had two full years of fun when the band first started getting serious attention. I’m a tried-and-true lover, but something about Sofia’s extreme beauty, unlike anything I’ve ever seen, has me feeling sensations anew.
She is different . . . somehow, and I get the feeling it’s not just her physical beauty. She isn’t waiting for me to act—to make a move. She makes all the moves for herself, and she sure as hell isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She doesn’t care about my celebrity status, and for the first time, I feel like just a normal person. The pressure of my status washes away every time she treats me as she would anyone else, even if it simultaneously annoys me a bit. It shouldn’t bother me—it’s what I want— but I also have an inexplicable desire to impress her.
I know she claimed to only want one night; I’ll have her tonight, and I’ll let her have her way with me. In the morning, I’ll beg, if I have to, for a second and then a third night, because I doubt I’ll be satisfied with having her only the one time.
She ditches her jeans by the doorway, and I help her peel off her top until she’s in nothing but a black bra and thong, leaving me breathless.
I want—no, need—to touch her smooth skin, but more than anything, I need to unclasp that bra free.
But Sofia beats me to it. She takes two steps away from me so that I can admire the length of her body and then unclasps the bra, letting it fall by her feet.
She grabs my hand and leads me to her bedroom. As I walk behind her, my eyes are glued to her thong-clad ass—that strip of fabric disappearing between perfectly plump ass-cheeks—and for the life of me, I can’t piece together why this woman is waitressing at a fucking bar when she could be a top model. But even top models would pale next to Sofia’s beauty.
My cock throbs like it needs to explode, and I have only looked at her so far. I lead her to her bed, and it is me who claims her lips the second time. As I devour her mouth and taste her tongue and every corner of her mouth, only one word runs through my mind.Mine.
I have one hand tangled in her short hair as I let my free hand sneak lower toward her center. I hook two fingers into the thin cloth of her thong and tuck it to the side, letting my thumb hover over her clit. I pull away from her mouth and search her eyes. “Do you want me to touch you, Sofia?” I ask.
“Fuck yes!” she nearly screams, and I reward her by pressing my thumb to the bundle of nerves I know will drive her wild.
Sofia’s eyes draw closed, and her head leans back, exposing her smooth, thin neck to me. I bring my mouth down to that delicate flesh and draw my teeth gently across the span of her neck, feeling her shudder under the sensation.
She moans while I circle my thumb over her clit, and almost as if the moan instructs her body, an even deeper wetness gushes out of her, soaking the cloth of the thong. I lean back so I can help her out of it; as much as it pains me to not see her in a thong, I need to see her bare even more.
Once completely naked, I return to my work on Sofia’s body. I let my index finger dip inside a second time, and she clenches around it with a firm and slippery wetness. “Fuuck,” I gurgle out as I picture burying my cock inside her balls-deep. I can’t take it any longer.
“Condom?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says and crawls over the bed to the bedside table where there’s a decorative bowl full to the brim with condoms. My jaw tightens at the thought of why she has that bowl there, but I also recognize I’m being a hypocrite with the number of women I’ve been with, so I shake the thought and take the condom she offers. I peel it open and sheath myself.
I help Sofia onto her back and position my tip right at her entrance all frantic, when she takes me by surprise and wrestles me to my back, placing herself on top.
She hovers over my body, the lips of her pussy barely tasting the head of my cock, torturing me. My instincts are to wrestle her back into the conquered position, but I’m enthralled by the view above me. Sofia sitting tall over my cock, her hips rolling gently in circles, driving me insane.
I freeze, and all I can do is stare. She brings me back to action when she takes my hands in hers and leads them to each of her breasts. The hardness of her nipples making contact with the palms of my hands brings me back to earth.
“Sofia.” I say her name because it is the only word that my brain is capable of right now.
Holding on to my forearms for support, she slides lower and lower on my shaft until she takes me all in. Once I fill her to the hilt, my hands float to her waist, and my hips buck, making her cry out.
