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Me: Is Sherrie home? Can I stay out a little longer?
Tina is going to be ecstatic to know I haven’t walked out on him. She thinks fate brought us together, and he is the perfect man for me. How can that be if we barely know anything about him? How can he be my perfect match?
Tina: She’s home and in the shower. Girl, I got this. Enjoy yourself ;)
I send a quick reply and put my phone back in my clutch. “Whatever you want to do.”
He leaves forty dollars on the table, grabs his keys, and usher me out of the door.
Once we are inside his truck, he asks if there is anything specific I want to do. Yes, fuck me right here.
“I’m game for whatever. Let’s go.”
He pulls out of the parking lot, and onto Main street. We appear to going back to my house, until he turns on a different street. He pulls into the driveway and shuts the truck off. This must be his house.
“Come on. We can watch a movie. Your pick.”
I jump out of the truck and admire the landscaping. There are beautiful, healthy flowers in the garden by his porch. He opens the front door, and when I step inside, it’s not at all what I expect.
The house is well-decorated, and things are tidy. A bachelor usually has stuff laying around, dishes in the sink, but not him. I glance around his house to see if there is any indication a woman has been here, but not a trace.
He sits down on the couch, and hands me the remote. I flip through until I find a romantic comedy that I haven’t seen a thousand times and press play. My shoulders tighten.
“We can do something else if this makes you uncomfortable?”
I shake my head. “No, my shoulders just hurt.”
He maneuvers himself behind me on the couch, and he starts to massage them. I almost tell him to stop, but it almost makes me cry from the pressure. The last time I got a massage was over six years ago. Here we are, on our first date, and already he’s noticing my needs.
I want to run for the hills, but something about Brodie keeps me calm. He doesn’t scare me, at least not in the traditional sense. Getting close to someone so fast is bound to get my heart broken and it terrifies me. Yet, he is so blunt about what he wants, and that thrusts me toward him even harder. I like that he didn’t beat around the bush and just told me how he feels.
His hands work their magic, relieving the tenseness and leaving me relaxed. He asks me to lay down on the couch, and then begins on my back.
“How do you know where to apply pressure? I’ve never understood that?” I ask.
“By the tenseness of the muscles. Normally, it’s rock hard and you just have to knead it out.”
When his hands rise off of me, I sit up and gaze into his eyes before kissing him. His mouth opens up for me, and I don’t stop to think about what I’m doing because then I will overthink it.
I move on top of him, straddling him, and he cups my ass firmly while my hands work through his hair. There’s so much passion. Something I have been missing for a long time. My mind is telling me to stop but everything else tells me to go for it.
I pull my dress over my head, and for a second, his gaze is stuck on my chest, until he notices I’m not wearing any underwear.
“What a naughty girl.”
He unhooks my bra. Brodie takes them in his mouth, giving them the attention they deserve, and his hands slide around my back. I throw my head back, moaning as he flicks my nipples with his tongue. Holy fuck, it’s been too long.
I pull his shirt over his head and throw it on the floor, running my hands up his torso, enjoying every muscle. Our eyes meet and the desire is clear. I start to unbuckle his pants, and he puts his hand on top.
“Are you sure?”
It’s nice of him to ask, but I wouldn’t try to take his pants off if I wasn’t ready for him. My body is on fire and I need a release now!
I unbuckle his pants and he helps me get them off, and then I take him in my mouth. His hands spread across the back of the couch, and he’s taking me in. I look up through my lashes and maintain eye contact as I continue until his head throws back. He is getting harder, and I just want him inside me.
He grabs his wallet out his back pocket, and pulls out a condom. “Get up!” he growls, pulling me up to a standing position, and then picks me up with his hands cupping my ass. I kiss him, and he shoves me against the wall.
He holds me up with one hand and uses the other to pin my hands above my head as he inches inside me causing me to gasp. Fuck. He starts slow, and then works his way up to a steady pace. I tug to get him to lower my hands, but he tells me not to resist. He’s fucking hot when he takes charge.
