Brax by Jayne Blue

with those two fingers
and worked me over with his thumb. A wicked smirk lifted the corners of his
mouth and his eyes flashed at how quickly I responded to him. I felt made for
this. Made for him. With everyone else I had to hold on so tight. Be something
or someone they expected me to be. The good daughter. The boss. The one bright
spot in a family that had fallen so far down. But with Brax I was just me. And
it was just this. A moment. Forever.
    “God,” he whispered. “Look at you. Do you realize how fucking
sexy you are?”
    I felt a blush heat my cheeks. Brax kept his practiced fingers
between my thighs. Working me. Drawing me out, making me shudder and gasp and
thrust my hips unbidden.
    He slid a finger inside of me and worked me from there too. I
moaned and threw my head back. But Brax hooked a finger under my chin and
brought me back to the present.
    “Stay with me,” he whispered. “Right here.” He made a vee with
two fingers and pointed to his eyes.
    He redoubled his efforts, hooking three fingers together and
sliding them deep inside of me. He held them still, making me do the work. With
my eyes locked with his, I thrust my hips and fucked. He leaned down and
brought his lips to my breast, flicking one nipple with his tongue, then the
other. Then he blew on me, pebbling my nipples. Still he kept his fingers
inside of me while I bucked and thrust, my movements becoming more erratic as
my desire rose.
    “Please,” I gasped. His fingers felt so good, but I wanted
more. I wanted him to fill me. But he made me wait, drawing out the sensation
nearly to my breaking point. I knew what he was doing. He’d make me beg. And
God, I wanted to. I wanted to plead and crawl, become shameless and reckless
all over again. I was his. Only his. With each thrust of his fingers. With each
maddening slide of his thumb over my sensitive bud, he claimed me. With my eyes
open he wanted me to see what I was with him.
    “Yes,” I cried out. “Anything. Please. Brax.”
    Then he leaned down and crushed his lips against mine. His tongue
urgent, insistent as he finally withdrew his fingers and slid his rock hard
cock into me. He’d stretched me already with his fingers and primed me for him.
Even so, my eyes went wide at the size of him. How had I forgotten? How had I
ever settled for anyone else? There hadn’t been many. One before him when I was
a teenager. Two or three since. But no one like Brax. He fit inside me,
stretching my contours, molding me to him.
    Again, I tried to close my eyes. Again, he wouldn’t have it.
    “Nicole, look at me.”
    I snapped my eyes open and Brax slid his hands beneath my
hips. He flipped me with agile strength that took my breath away. Now I
straddled him as he rooted himself as deep as he could go.
    I threw my head back and thrust my hips. Brax kept one steadying
hand at my waist, and used the other to play with my nipples, tugging gently to
heighten my arousal. Then he reached up and tugged the rubber band holding the
remnants of my bun in place. My hair spilled around my shoulders and feathered
against his arm. I put my hands flat on his chest to brace myself as I felt the
first shuddering waves of pleasure.
    “I can’t,” I said, struggling to form my words. “I can’t hold
back. Brax.”
    “Let go, baby,” he said. “I want you to. I want to feel you
around me when you come.”
    Then a torrent unleashed. A starburst of sensations spread
from my core to every nerve ending. I screamed like no one could hear. Held
nothing back. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Brax hooked his
fingers in mine and held me up. I ground out my orgasm, shuddering and
clenching around him. If he hadn’t laced his fingers through mine, I would have
collapsed. But Brax was strong and gentle. As he felt me crest down, he brought
himself up; cradling me with a steady hand behind my back he flipped me.
    I brought my legs up, finding the strength to wrap them around
his waist as Brax seated himself