Brett’s gaze dropped for a blink, then he lifted his eyes and met hers. He tipped her face up to him. “You said you trusted me.”
“I do.” She pulled herself closer to him. His body was an inferno and lit a fire in between her legs.
“Do you really believe that I was trying to improve my reputation by dating you?” She noticed a flicker in his eyes. Pain, and then it was gone, but not before it pricked her.
Without hesitating, she said, “I don’t think so. No.”
“So, you just went with a fly by the seat of your pants feeling?”
She stared at him. It was true. “Pretty much.”
His lips curved slightly, mockingly. “That means it’s the seat of your pants where the problem resides.”
“So you want to have at the seat of my pants,” she snorted, then gasped. It suddenly dawned on her where this was headed and her face went all sorts of hot. She swallowed. “I’ve never done anything like that.”
“I didn’t think so,” he whispered, his voice dropping down low, a gravelly caress over her skin.
When he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her up against him, the feeling was overpowering. He leaned over her and lifted her hair. Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth over her ear. Taking the delicate shell into his mouth, he bit down with enough pressure to make her moan out loud. She hooked her fingers into his belt loops to keep herself from staggering backwards. “You might like a little pain. It might help you to remember. Maybe tonight you need a lesson on what it means to act impulsively. You said you trusted me.”
“What are you saying?” She pushed her hands up from the waist of his pants, away from his zipper that she wanted to lower and take hold of him. This magnetic draw to him had ramped up, more so given her hands were on him, running over the contours she’d begun to memorize. She didn’t want this to end. God, she’d done enough impulsive things in her life; if what he offered was to spank her, she ached to feel it.
“Let me show you what it means to trust me.”
“I trust you.”
He held her chin, meeting her eyes. “I won’t do anything to hurt you. Ever.”
A shaky breath slipped from her mouth. “I believe you.”
* * *
Inside the spare bedroom of her cousin’s house, with the door locked, Brett had Cory naked and over his lap. “This is just so you know what to expect if you ever put yourself in danger again. You could have gotten hurt or worse. If you want to leave, I’ll drive you where you want to go or make arrangements to get you transported safely.”
“Yes.” She arched up to look over her shoulder and he held her down, his hand rubbing a circle over her thigh, her bottom and back around. He stopped; his hand lifted and a half-formed thought about him relenting flashed through her mind.
And smack! Her brain buzzed with an explosion of light tinged by jagged pain. Biting and then she realized it was the skin on her bottom that stung. Red-hot and he did it again. To the other side.
“Please,” she hissed. Eyes closed. “That hurts.”
“Tell me to stop.” He caressed her bottom, his large palm flat against her skin as she squirmed on top of his lap. Dressed only in jeans, Brett’s warm torso came into contact with her naked bottom as he pressed her down onto his muscular thighs.
She wouldn’t tell him to stop. Not after he’d withstood a beat down. “Go ahead.”
He smacked her bottom ten more times alternating sides and making her count, and then instructed her to thank him. Can you imagine!
“Thank you,” she blubbered, her eyes stinging from salty tears. She blinked them away by the time he hauled her upright to sit on his lap. She was very naked, and the feel of his jeans under her bottom was decadent.
He laid her down on the mattress and dropped his pants revealing his rock solid cock hugging his abs. “There isn’t anything nice about using someone. I’d never do that to you.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of lotion.
Turning her over, he hoisted her hips into the air. He rubbed her ass cheeks with the lotion that immediately cooled the burn. His breath caressed her skin. “Beautiful. Pink, and so damn perfect. I’d love to do more than run my hands over this part of your body. But not tonight. I want to take care of you.”
He kissed the skin over her ass, tracing the seam of her bottom, when all of sudden he grunted and separated her ass cheeks to slide his finger over the surface, drawing out the moment. He let out a low groan before he grazed her sex.
“Brett,” she moaned, wiggling her hips. She ached for him and his suggestions.
He slid his finger into her, then out. “Is this what you want?” Without waiting for her response, he slipped two fingers back inside her.
“I should be the one taking care of you. Her voice hiked up as she gave into the pleasure of his fingers.
“You showed me that you trust me. That means so much.” He stroked his fingers into her, his erection nudging her hip, and glistening at the top.
A tight coiling ache filled her body. His face was swollen and the bruises were darkening. The look of lust in his eyes undid her, making her body tingle. She moved to a kneeling position as he pumped his fingers into her.
“Lie down,” she whispered, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him backward onto the bed. “Let me.”
He let her take the lead, settling back against the pillows, one arm folded under his head. Watching her, he kept his hands down. “What should I do?”
“Nothing. Not yet at least.”
He was fully erect. Crystal clear liquid dripped from the head of his cock, and she bent down and took hold of him. She licked her tongue around, tasting him and wanting more.
Cory sucked his shaft into her mouth, holding him around the base, and enjoying the spasms that unfurled across his body, and the spread of chill bumps over his skin. His nipples puckered into hard peaks as his skin tightened. She could tell he was close. She released him as she climbed over his hips.
“Do you have a condom?”
Brett’s lips curled up at one corner. He held out his palm and she stared at the shiny blue packet. Taking it, she swiped her fingertips over his skin, and a jolt zinged up her arm. “Sure you don’t want some help?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“I think I can do it.” She tore the pack and removed the circular disk of latex. She turned the condom over in her hand and gently held on to his shaft with trembling fingers.
“Grip me, like you mean it. I’m hardly fragile, baby.”
Oh, he’d proven that today, hadn’t he? His face was a mass of bruises and cuts, and lower she could make out the bruises on his ribs under the rippling muscle. She sucked in a breath on thinking about what he’d suffered because of her blockheaded impulsive streak.
She nodded and held his titanium shaft firmly, then rolled the condom down his length. She dug her knees along the side of his narrow hips, holding his fully-swathed cock up between her thighs. Lifting up, she swiped him across herself and a shiver unleashed over her skin. His hard body felt incredible. “I’m going to ride you until you come.”
On top of him, she began flexing her hips, finding that perfect combination of moving faster while taking him deeper. His eyes darkened into shades of green she’d known to exist only inside the pine forests that surrounded the ranch. But his eyes weren’t cool and shadowy. Flames were ready to burst from Brett’s gaze and singe her skin. Her body was on fire riding on top of this man. He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers as he told her how beautiful she was fucking his brains out.
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