Faking It(47)

The last time a man had touched me I had had to do all the work. We had both been unsure. Me because I hadn’t been that into it but was lonely, him because he was insecure and inexperienced and had no idea how to handle me.

This was the opposite and then some.

Braden wrapped his fingers around my wrists and squeezed lightly. I bit his lower lip and raised my hips to meet him. He put his hands under my ass and ground himself against me. His strength was incredible. He could move me around anyway he wanted. And it turned out that was exactly what I wanted.

So much of my life had been defined by a lack of control, but when it came to the men I had dated, it had been the opposite. I had always had to be the leader in bed. Now I was realizing that giving up control, being desired like this, was all I had ever wanted.

Braden’s breath deepened with my own. Before I could react he had picked me up, turned me around, and pressed himself again me as I leaned over the back of the couch. His hands moved up and down my back, exploring, the suddenly they were under my shirt on my bare skin. His fingertips traced patterns across my shoulder blades, then dipped under the straps of my bra. One hand grabbed the waist of my jeans, gripping my belt and pulling me back against him.

He was hard. I had never wanted anything so badly, and from the feel of him, he wanted me just as much. But he was obviously intending to take his time. He gripped the back of my neck lightly in one hand and pulled the back of my shirt up. He kissed up and down my spine, letting go with his hands long enough to undo my bra. Then he bent over me again, his arms on both sides of mine. Then he gripped my wrists and kissed the back of my neck.

I heard a high, soft moaning and realized that it was me.

His breath was in my ear. “I’m going to take you upstairs in a few minutes,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Ask me what’s going to happen then,” he said, slipping one hand between my legs from the back and rubbing me through my jeans.

“Tell me,” I said. “I’m not sure I can form a whole sentence right now.” I was instantly wet. My mind was already spinning, wondering what he had in store for me upstairs.

“Whatever I want,” he said. “I’m going to make you feel good and I’m going to show you what you need.” Before I could answer he applied more pressure between my legs and kissed the back of my neck again. He pushed his cock against my ass and rubbed back in forth slowly. I thought I was going to explode.

“Now,” I said.

“What?”

“Take me up there now, I can’t wait.”

I felt like a toy as Braden lifted me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and took the stairs two at a time as if I weighed no more than a bag of yarn.

The long hallway passed in a blur. From my perch, I couldn’t help but notice how this man had the greatest ass I had ever seen. The thought that I was actually going to see it within moments—and not in that awkward way that I had in the locker room—made my vision blur. Finally, he pushed a door open with his foot and took me into his bedroom. I had a vague impression of a king-size bed with dark covers before he dropped me on it and pounced on me.

Braden pushed one of his knees between my legs and opened me while his hands pulled my shirt up and got rid of the loose bra. One hand played with my nipples while the other unbuckled my belt.

I squirmed as if I wanted to get away from him—part of me actually did seem to want to escape when the pleasure was too intense—but he held me in place, not letting me stray too far as he pulled my pants off and threw them off the side of the bed. I scarcely had time to breath before he began licking a light trail from my breasts to my stomach, and then his fingers were opening me softly and his tongue found me.

I heard the sound again, the high whimpering moan. Braden buried himself in me, teasing me with his tongue, and I was dimly aware again that the sound was coming from me. I turned my head to the side and saw that there was a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall. As soon as I saw what he was doing to me, I came instantly. By the time I finished he had lifted me and sat me against his headboard. He stepped back and unbuckled his belt, then pulled down his briefs.

The brief glimpse in the shower hadn’t done his cock justice. I had never wanted anything as bad as I saw him crawling across the bed towards me, but I worried, in the best way, that it might be too much for me.

When he reached me he reared up on his knees. Instinct took over and I had in my mouth before he had to tell me what to do. I couldn’t help myself. I took him in in short strokes, then longer, stopping to appreciate his moans and to taste every inch of him, running my tongue from the base to the tip every few seconds, in total disbelief that this is where our disastrous first interview attempt had led us.

His hands were in my hair. He gently pulled me back when he couldn’t wait another second. He reached down and pulled me forward so I was no longer sitting up, then spread my legs with his hands. He was inside me two seconds later, deeper than I had ever felt.

As our bodies rocked together, the sensations were so intense that the barely even registered as feelings. To be touched, handled, was something that nearly every woman had felt, but this was being consumed. Braden had invaded every one of my cells, and I had done the same to him. It felt like we were the last people on earth, racing together towards an oblivion that we could only get from the other.

As he thrust into me, over and over, I climaxed once, then again. He leaned back so he could reach my clitoris and kept going while touching me lightly, driving me over the edge again.