Page 130 of The Man of the Hour


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Brendan needed to stop and kiss her at every corner. They were dizzy and breathless by the time they reached Sonia’s room. She slid her palms up Brendan’s chest and backed him against the door, fumbling in her purse for her key card while she ran kisses down his neck, her thigh now wedged between his legs.

In that moment, Brendan suddenly knew what he wanted.

He just didn’t know if he had the courage to ask for it.

“You okay, babe?” Sonia murmured, her soft mouth covering his.

He was thrilled by the little pet name, so sweet and unexpected. He knew Sonia wouldn’t laugh at him, no matter what fantasy he shared. She’d be accepting and enthusiastic. It wasn’t her reaction he was nervous about, but his own.

“I’m thinking,” he whispered, caressing her back through the clinging red dress.

Sonia grinned up at him. “Let me help you get out of your head.”

She managed to fit her key in the door, and they tumbled into her room.

Everything looked exactly as it had when he’d crept in two nights ago to ravish Sonia in her sleep and fulfill her ultimate fantasy. The red cowboy boots on the floor, the burnt-down candles giving off Sonia’s warm, spicy scent, the open notebook on the dresser with its scrawled choreography notes. Her essence was here, in this room, and it put him a little more at ease.

“You feel tense,” Sonia said softly, taking his hand to lead him in. Brendan marveled at how well she could read him. “Is everything all right?”

Sonia had made herself incredibly vulnerable for him. She’d shared her deepest desire and given him the privilege of fulfilling it. What he wanted now — he wouldn’t call it his deepest desire, but it was definitely the one that left him most vulnerable.

“I want you so much.” He blew out a breath. “I want — I don’t know how to say it.”

“No rush.” She covered his face with kisses. Brendan let her guide him to the bed. She perched above him, the tips of her breasts brushing his chest, her lips tantalizing him. Her crotch hovered above his, just high enough that when he thrust upward, he met only air.

As he kissed her more deeply, Sonia murmured, “You’re so beautiful, baby. Don’t hold back. Everything you do and say is just right.”

She was seducing him, Brendan realized, lost in her kisses and hands. Sonia had taken the lead before, but she’d never coaxed and persuaded him like this. Seduction was his thing. And being on the receiving end of his thing felt too good for words. Not just the persuasion, but the newness, the first-ness of it all.

Whatever firsts he had left, he wanted to share them with Sonia.

He groaned when Sonia finally settled on top of him. She was definitely not wearing panties under her bright crimson dress. The sweet heat of her pussy hugged his rigid cock, beckoning to him through his slacks.

Finally, he managed to speak.

“I want…” Brendan swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “I think… I want you to fuck me.”

Sonia blinked as understanding washed over her face. She stroked Brendan’s jawline, and her smile was like a summer sunrise.

“I would love to fuck you. Just tell me what you want, and how.”

“I don’t really know anything about it,” Brendan said honestly. “About, uh…”

He broke off with a nervous laugh. As eager as he was, a part of him wasn’t fully on board yet.

If he let Sonia fuck him up the ass, who would Brendan O’Brian be? Would he recognize this person?

Sonia’s lips brushed his ear. “We can go as slow as you want, Bren. If you change your mind at any point, we can stop.”

She was rocking against his cock, rubbing her full tits on his chest, peppering his neck with kisses until he thought he’d burst.

“Just treat me like an innocent virgin.” Brendan offered a grin, but his face burned with nerves and need.

Sonia nodded slowly, then matched his grin. “Want to see my toys?”

He nodded.

Sonia slid gracefully off of him and dashed to her suitcase, kneeling to open it. Brendan was already rock hard, but his cock throbbed urgently at the display of ropes, dildos, and harnesses.

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