Bedroom Games
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“You jealous?”
“Of a wealthy, successful stuntman who’s in cozy with my woman? Abso-fucking-loutely,” he said, and then he sucked so hard on my neck that I whimpered. It felt like his tongue was on my clit. God, that was incredible. I’d have a hickey in the morning, and I totally didn’t care. Let them see that Brodie and I were together. It didn’t matter anymore now that it was just the four of us in the house.
“You don’t have to be jealous,” I told him. My fingers dragged at the collar of his t-shirt. “He’s a friend, that’s all.”
“He’d better be,” Brodie growled against my throat, and then he nipped at the tendons of my throat. I gasped, surprised at how good that felt. I’d never paid much attention to the neck as an erogenous zone, but Brodie seemed to know exactly how to touch me.
I chuckled and slid my fingers under his shirt sleeves, feeling the muscles of his arms. He was taut under my grasp, no hint of flab. Nice. I liked a man that worked out. I dug my nails into his arms, appreciating the lack of give under them.
In response to my pawing, Brodie kissed my collarbone and his fingers tugged at the collar of my oversized sleep-shirt, dragging it down until he exposed one breast. His mouth slid there, and then he began to suck on the tip with the same intensity that he’d worked on my neck.
I was lost.
A moan rose from my throat, and I clenched my hands against him even harder, unable to help myself. His mouth on my sensitive skin felt so incredibly good. His tongue teased the underside of my nipple, swirling and licking it with little flicks designed to drive me wild. He continued the motions, over and over again, even as his other hand covered my other breast began to tease it with his fingers.
I pushed my head back, leaning heavily against the door. Oh God. “Why didn’t we do this weeks ago?”
“Fuck if I know,” Brodie said against my nipple. He teased it with his teeth, eliciting another gasp from me. “Damn, but you have some pretty breasts, Kandis.”
I slid my hand back to the front of his pants and rubbed his cock again. If anything, it felt bigger than before. Ooh. “I want you naked.”
“I want you naked, too,” he murmured, nuzzling my nipple. Then, he bent to his knees and began to slide my panties down my legs.
I had to fight not to buck my hips as he kissed the skin he revealed. Instead, I pressed harder against the bathroom door, needing the strength to stay upright. My knees seemed ridiculously weak and unable to support my weight, and every kiss that Brodie pressed to my skin eroded that strength a little more. Then he was sliding the fabric past my hips and down my thighs, and I inhaled sharply, waiting.
“You smell incredible,” he said, his fingers caressing down my thighs as he stared, eye level, at my sex. “All soft and musky and ready for me.”
For some reason, that made me flush with embarrassment. He could smell my arousal? I pressed my thighs together a little more tightly, feeling self-conscious.
Then he buried his face between my legs.
I gasped, utterly startled at his action. We’d had oral sex on the bed, of course. Brodie loved to lick me for hours, mostly because he knew it drove me crazy with lust. But that had, up until this point, been under the blankets and with me on my back.
Standing up with my back against the door, him kneeling before me as he tongued my pussy, panties around my ankles? It had a wicked carnality to it that blew my mind.
I was apparently not the only one with my mind blown. Brodie groaned as if dying, and his tongue pushed against my sex, flicking and lapping. “You taste so good, Kandis. You going to come for me?”
I writhed against the bathroom door, my hips trapped by his hands and his mouth. “I want you inside me,” I panted. “I don’t wanna come until then.”
He pressed a kiss to my flesh. “Tease.” But he got up from his kneeling position and stood in front of me with another roguish smile, his mouth wet and gleaming from my juices.
I pulled away from the door, moving forward to kiss him. When I moved to his mouth, though, he simply licked mine, and I tasted my arousal on his lips.
And I shivered. “Your turn to get naked.”
He nodded and tugged his shirt over his head, and I made an appreciative sound at all that muscled flesh bared to my touch. My mouth watered every time I saw all that tanned skin, and I moved forward to press my lips to him in light, appreciative kisses as he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. He dropped his clothes a second later and kicked them off his feet, and then he dragged me against him.
We were naked flesh to naked flesh, and his skin was warm against mine. Shivers moved through me, and I moaned against his mouth, entranced by the feel of him against my body. His cock pressed against my belly, the head wet with pre-cum. He was as turned on as I was.
“Condom,” I reminded him.
His hands flexed on my ass, clenching it in his hands and then kneading my buttocks even as he continued to kiss my neck. “But that would mean I’d have to let go of you. And right now I like holding you too much.”
Such sweet words coming from such a playful man. He knew just where to hit below the belt, didn’t he? I leaned forward, unable to help myself, and rubbed my aching nipples against his chest.
He groaned and rubbed my ass harder. “You’re so gorgeous, Kandis. I swear you leave me breathless every time I see you. I could wake up next to those beautiful eyes every morning for the rest of my life.”
To think that cocky Brodie Short got all sentimental when he made love. I giggled. If he got sentimental in bed, it seemed I just got bolder. I slid my hand lower and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my grasp. “Let’s just focus on here and now, huh? And right now, I say…get a condom.”
He groaned and tried to thrust his cock, his movements hampered by my grip. “You going to put it on me?”
“Yes,” I told him. I needed him inside me right away, and if I left it up to him, he’d be all sweet words and caresses for hours, and I’d go slowly insane. We could have sex fast and then slow down later, when two in the morning rolled around and the cameras went off. So I slid out of his grasp and turned to the bathroom cabinet, opening it and peering inside. There were stacked toiletries of all kinds in there, and in the back, a box of condoms.
I reached for the condoms. As I did, Brodie grasped my hips from behind and thrust his cock against my ass. He held my hips and pushed against me, mimicking what he wanted to do to me.
And oh God, the suggestion of it was almost as good as the real thing. I whimpered, bracing my hands against the sink as he pushed against me.
“You’re distracting me,” I protested, all breathless with need. “Bad, naughty Brodie.”
“More like bad, naughty Kandis,” he told me, and slapped my ass with a crack of his hand. “Turning all this deliciousness towards me. You’re such a tease.”
I leaned forward, pressing my ass even further into the air as I opened the box of condoms. I enjoyed Brodie’s pained groan and the way his hands ran all over my buttocks and thighs, as if he couldn’t stop touching me. I loved that. He made me feel incredibly sexy and desirable, mohawk and all.
I lifted my hips a little. “I’m never going to be able to put this condom on you if you don’t let me go.”
“Patience, woman,” Brodie said, and I felt his big hands fit around my hips. “I’m having my way with you.”