Ask Me Why(50)

Braelyn flips a switch and the area is bathed in low light. My gaze latches on the massive bed in front of us. Fucking score. We can sprawl out and still have room to roll around.

The clink of my belt buckle echoes across the silent space. Braelyn watches as I loosen the leather from around my waist. I drop my pants, letting the soft material pool around my ankles. I step forward, and she meets me halfway.

Braelyn grips the tails of my shirt. “Can I?”

I quirk a brow. “Sure.”

Buttons scatter in every direction, pinging off the walls and floor.

Her palms drift up my chest and around my shoulders. She pushes the soft material off me with one fluid sweep. Her hands fall to the hem of my undershirt, dipping beneath. I flex when she touches the bare skin of my torso. Braelyn’s eyes lift to mine while she drags the white cotton up my abs. I stand perfectly still, more than willing to have her disrobe me. When she lifts the tee around my neck, I obediently raise my arms.

A hitch snags her inhale. Braelyn carefully traces the letters scrawling across my left pec. Oliver James is spelled out in his barely legible chicken scratch. Nothing is more permanent than a child. The tattoo is one of the best decisions I’ve made. Stopping in Thicket earlier is quickly climbing that list.

I reach behind Braelyn, lowering the zipper of her skirt. She shifts, and the faded denim slips down her legs. Thanks to my earlier destruction, her panties are nowhere in sight. Next comes her tank top. With a whoosh, it joins the growing pile around our feet. Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. I stare at the lace covering her tits.

Braelyn unclasps her bra and the obstructing garment loosens. Nerves make her fingers tremble when she lowers the straps. She doesn’t shy away, letting it slide off her body. Her teardrop tits make me harder than marble. With a couple steps backward, Braelyn reveals all of herself to me.

Good Christ, she’s magnificent. Blessedly naked and on display for me. Every inch of her is smooth and flawless. Desire burns in her eyes, matching the arousal clouding mine. I only see her. All slight curves and tan skin and temptation personified. This woman is mine for the having. I squeeze the base of my cock through the thin barrier of my briefs.

“Get on the bed,” I order.

Braelyn doesn’t hesitate, lifting herself up and scooting into the center. Her blonde hair spills over the navy sheets. She scissors her legs, settling on spreading them open. This girl.

I tug at the waistband of my shorts, stripping down with her gaze securely fastened on my dick. Braelyn’s jaw unhinges on a gasp. The smirk I give her is a thousand dirty promises. I’m big and damn proud of it. She fists the blanket in a tight grip, restless movements shifting her limbs. I give a few cursory strokes just to watch her squirm.

“Don’t make me wait, Brance. Please.”

When the plea drops off her lips, a surge of need propels me forward. I grab a condom from my discarded pants. With calculated precision, I rip open the foil and roll the rubber down my shaft. I climb onto the mattress and move between her parted thighs. Leaning on an elbow, I lower myself until we’re aligned together. My cock nudges her entrance. Braelyn loops her arms around me. She’s about to let me conquer the deepest parts of her body. I line up with her center and push inside.

Her hips lift and tilt, welcoming me further. I sink to the hilt. We share a groan.

Braelyn’s nails dig into my back. “B-Brance, holy shit. You fit just right.”

I brush my mouth against hers. “So fucking good.”

She glides her tongue along mine, and I angle us closer. Her core clenches, reminding me to move. I begin a steady rhythm, sliding in and dragging out. Braelyn tolerates this for several rounds, but soon rocks into me.

Her ankles cross against my ass, those movements picking up in pace. “Faster. I need more of you.”

“Yeah?” I grind down, locking us closer. She’s so damn tight. I pinch her nipple, and she bows into my touch.

“Yes, that. Oh, oh, more.”

I punch my hips harder, thrusting in and out on a smooth cycle. My mouth latches onto her nipple, drawing the peak in between my teeth. Braelyn scratches along my scalp, and I growl against her supple flesh. Blood rushes south when I begin pounding into her.

Braelyn bucks into me, meeting my strokes with her own. “Break me. I wanna soar. Make me fly, Brance.”

She’s incredible, and I want to feel everything. The instinct to rip off this condom propels through me. Fucking her raw would be out of this damn universe. I’d bust in a second. It’d no doubt be the greatest climax of my life. That’s a risk I’ll never take, but she’s the first to actually tempt me.

“You’re so hot.”

“Mm-hmm,” I bury my face between her tits. “You’re so sexy.”

I ghost my lips up the column of her throat. Braelyn arches her neck, granting me greater access. I gently bite along her jaw. An animalistic rumble rises off my chest. I lick a path to her ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth.

“You’re delicious.” I pump my hips faster, pushing her harder against me.

“Y-you feel so amazing. I never want you to stop.”

“Jesus, Brae. Gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.”

“I want it. Please. Give it to me.”

Braelyn is vocal in the sack, and that turns me on more than I realized.

“What do you need?” I drag my fingers up and down her ribs, following the trail of subtle dips. Her skin is satiny soft.