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Braden’s hand curled around my hip and across my navel until he reached my clit. I moaned as he rubbed me, slowly at first, but quickly building up the pace.
I shoved my hips back against him, still waiting for him to fill me from behind, condom be damned. His stiff cock wedged its way between my cheeks, sliding up and down as he touched me. His shaft was grinding against my back door, his tipbarelybrushing against my tight rear entrance with every forward thrust. He was teasing me, and teasing himself at the same time, and in the moment it feltamazing.
“Take me, Braden,” I groaned as his fingers continued pleasuring me. “Take me however you want. I’ll do anything with you.”
“Anything?” he groaned, breath hot on my ear.
I bit my lip and nodded. Electric energy was building between my legs, spreading in all directions as it sped up. Braden thrust harder into me, fucking my ass cheeks like a hotdog in a bun, using his free hand to grab my hip and hold me against him. Every time his tip ground against my tight little ring, a new wave of pleasure struck me, fueled by the memory of a night long ago.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice a whisper and a shout all at once, cutting through the steady roar of the water. “Come.With. Me.”
His cock began trembling between my cheeks, and that realization drove me over the edge. I arched my back and cried out as my orgasm began, rising and climbing as his fingers maintained their demanding pressure on my clit. Braden’s free hand moved up my chest, squeezing one breast and holding me against him as his own climax raged, cock twitching and shooting his warm load all over my lower back and ass.
Braden clung to me possessively, practically holding me up, until finally my body went limp in his arms.
22
Beth
“Are you sure you don’t want to go out and celebrate?” I asked.
Braden was stretched out on the couch, and I was laying back against him while we watched the late football game. Both of us had put on underwear after showering, but hadn’t bothered with the rest of the clothes. The dogs were all settled in the kennel, except for Hank, Heidi, and Pickles, who were scattered across the floor of the living room.
“You kidding?” he asked while caressing my arm. His other hand was holding a wine glass. “I just wanted to hang out with you. I don’t care if it’s at a club or here.”
“But what about your teammates? Weren’t you meeting some of them out?”
“Fuck them,” he cheerfully said. “I see those guys all the time. But I don’t get to make love to Beth Foster very often.”
“I hate to point this out, but we still haven’t had actual sex to completion.”
He twisted my head around and gave me a long, deep kiss. “Give me ten minutes and we’ll fix that.”
I giggled and rested back against him. He was more comfortable than any recliner. “As long as you don’t discard me and move on to the next bimbo.”
Braden stared at me for a moment. “Do you think I’m going to do that?”
I didn’t, no. Not really. But I still said, “I don’t know. You could probably have any woman you want. Like those women in the limo. The linebackers’ dates.”
Braden’s body trembled as he laughed. “I’ve dated a bimbo or two before. I’ve known a lot of friends who’ve dated them. And let me tell you something about them, Beth: they’re boring.”
I chuckled and said, “Somehow, I doubt that.”
“They can be attractive, sure,” he admitted. “But the thing about women like that is they think they can coast by on their facelifts and fake boobs. They have no personality, and they’re not interesting. They’re like…” He gestured at the TV, where the trailer for a movie was playing. “They’re like a Michael Bay movie. They cost a lot to produce, and there’s tons of action, but everything else about them is boring. There’s no plot. That’s totally different from a woman like you.”
I twisted and gave him a playful glare. “Are you saying I’m not hot enough to be boring?”
Braden stuck out his tongue at me. “You’re hot as fuck. I was into you the first time we met. And it’s a natural beauty, which is the real deal. Some of thosebimbos, as you called them, look downright terrifying without makeup. No, you’re definitely hot enough to be bitchy about it, if you wanted. But you’re cool as hell, which only makes you hotter.”
The compliment filled me with warmth and validation. “It’s good to know that I can get away with being a lot bitchier. It’s tough to gauge one’s own bitchiness threshold.”
“You haveso muchroom for bitchiness! Save it up and unleash it when you really need to.” He lightly kissed the back of my head. “It’s funny, though. I barely know you, but I’m really into you. I hope it’s not weird if I bluntly tell you that.”
I grinned. “I like hearing that. It’s better than playing games and pretending to be less interested. But if you want to know more about me, ask away.”
“Let’s make a game out of it. You ever playTwo Truths and a Lie?”
“We played that when I started my office job,” I replied. “It was our dumb supervisor’s way to try to build teamwork.”
