Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(43)

I slide my cheek against hers and breathe out hard into her hair, coming all over the front of that perfect little teddy. When I finally release her throat, she looks completely stunned, standing there and gaping up at me with her chest rising and falling in short, staccato bursts.

“You're … not done, right?” I laugh and jerk her against me, not caring that we're getting all messy. If you're afraid to get messy during sex, you won't have any fun.

“Gimme ten minutes,” I whisper against her ear, reaching down to take her right leg. I slide my fingers up under her thigh and lift it, putting her foot against the step of the bottom landing. I make sure my fingers are clean and dry before I slip them inside her ruffled boyshorts and tease the dripping wetness of her opening. “Holy f*ck, Smarty-Pants. Not bad for a virgin.”

Brooke bites her lip and closes her eyes, leaning her head against the wall as I dip inside that molten slickness and groan at the sensation of her clamping down on my fingers. I don't have to work very hard to slip a second and then a third in there. She wants me so bad her hips are bucking against my hand while hers are tangling in the front of my shirt, pulling our bodies tight.

I get my fingers nice and sweet and wet, working some of that liquid heat up to her clit before I drop my thumb down, flicking against the hardened nub with a soft touch until I find her spot. Every girl is different; Miss Brooke likes that spot just to the right and above her clit played with. I put a little more pressure into the touch, getting that wild flutter of muscles that I was looking for.

And just like that, I'm ready again. Told ya I had skills.

I slip my fingers reluctantly from Brooke's heat and dig into my back pocket for a condom, slipping it carefully down my shaft and making sure I don't get any cum on the outside.

“Alright, Smarty-Pants.” I reach up and pull that long hair over her shoulder, working that band out and tossing it aside so I have a nice long fall of chocolate to wrap around my hand. “I think you're gonna like this.” I yank her head gently to mine and kiss her hard before I let go, using my left hand to push her right thigh open a little wider. With the wall and the step and the heels, we've got literally the perfect position for this.

I hook my right hand under Brooke's left thigh and lift up, opening her wide as she gasps and throws her arms around my neck for support. Some careful maneuvering with my left hand and I find her opening with my cock, pushing in deep and slamming her ass against the wall.

The sound she makes … oh God, the sound. I'll remember that sound for the rest of my life.

I brace my left hand on the wall behind Brooke's head and dig the fingers of my right into her ass, pulling her pelvis into mine and drinking in the expression on her face. Blissful abandon. That's what it is, what's coloring her features with a hot pink flush, parting her full lips, drawing beads of sweat down the sides of her face.

I use hard, powerful thrusts, but I make them slow and languorous, thrilling in the pleasure of her clamping down tight, trying to keep me inside with the strength of her muscles. I can see everything from here: the ripe swells of her breasts, the peekaboo lace, the faint glimmer of my seed on the front of her sexy teddy.

“I'm the only guy that's ever seen this face?”

Brooke nods as I burrow into the crook of her shoulder, loving the way she claws at my neck as I press her into the wall. Good thing I've spent a lot of time working out my arms because they're already burning like hell. But it's a good feeling, a wild feeling. Sweat drips down my body, trails over my spine, slicks across my belly. I'm not letting go of her until we both come.

“Good. I like it that way.” I shove hard and Brooke whimpers, the slick warmth between us making me wish I could take this damn condom off. At least I've got the ruffled texture of her panties rubbing against my shaft with each thrust, the thin piece of fabric doing literally nothing to keep me away from Brooke's core. “I like that you're still wearing your panties for me. You can strip down at that club, but that doesn't mean shit. You being naked doesn't mean a goddamn thing.”

Uh-oh. I'm getting … aggressive. Some of that possessive male urge I usually shake off creeping down my shoulders and into my arms, my fingers curling tight into Brooke's soft flesh as I slam against her with a vigor I can't quite explain.

I breathe in deep and pull her scent into my lungs, this delicious concoction of fruit and soap and sweat, the faint tease of cigarettes from the club. I hope she can smell me, too, taste the heat of my desire on the back of her tongue with each inhale. And I hope she can feel my piercings, too, feel the warm metal through the condom, brushing down her ridged walls and drumming beats of pleasure into her body.

I play Brooke Overland like an instrument, use my body to strip her of any control, bring her all the way down, crashing into my arms with tears prickling the corners of her eyes as her head drops back and she gasps, cries, shudders in my arms.

Brooke struggles a little against the pleasure, fights the orgasm and tries to push me off, but I won't let go, jerking her tight against me as her legs collapse and the entire weight of her body falls into me, her * locking down hard and yanking a small growl from my throat.

I nuzzle hard into Brooke's shoulder and f*ck her against the wall until I feel that bright burst of color in my brain, that annihilation of all my thoughts and worries and rules and bullshit. In that split second of clarity I get with each orgasm, I see Brooke in all her wild female glory. I feel like an animal that's just found his mate, seen her standing across a field and just known.