DarkestSin (18 page)

No.
He stopped and squeezed his eyes shut, blocking
out the vixen before him. He couldn’t touch her, but she didn’t understand why.

And he wasn’t going to tell her.

Evidently, he wasn’t man enough to break the news to her.
But he didn’t have time to chastise himself right now. He needed to be a
dick—not think with his dick—and throw her out. He was rude to her in the
beginning, so he could do it again.

He opened his eyes and the air locked in his lungs. God, she
was a vision. How could he turn her away without crushing her heart? He’d
already done enough damage to her. He didn’t want to just keep adding to it.

“Xan,” he breathed. Whatever else he was going to say was
forgotten, if it was ever clear, when she stood. That damn teddy had tiny
purple lace covering her tits and scrunched black lace that clung to her body,
ending just below her pussy where garters tipped with purple bows hung to hold
up her sheer, black stockings. She even wore stilettos strapped at the ankle.

She was a fucking knockout.

“Xan,” he tried again, but had to stop to clear the catch in
his throat. Jesus, he wanted her. He clenched his hands, fisting them and
stretching his fingers several times as his body fought his brain for control.

“Brody,” she murmured, stepping toward him.

A groan slipped out, but he bit it off as he took a step
back.

“Where are you going, lover?” she purred as she advanced on
him.

He was a goner. He couldn’t think straight with all the
blood rushing to his cock. His balls were aching, sweat beading on his brow. He
had to get her out of here, so he could jack off. If he could just beat one
out, he could remember the reasons why he needed to avoid her.

She stepped up against him and he instinctually grabbed her
arms to push her away. But she quickly flicked the button of his jeans and
unzipped his pants, giving his cock a little relief. Only he didn’t have time
to relish the additional room his growing dick needed because she dropped to
her knees and licked the pulsing head.

He hissed, grabbing her hair. “Xan, this isn’t a good—”

Oh for the love of God. She took him into her mouth and his
objection died the death it deserved. No way in hell was he going to stop her now.
Her mouth was much preferable to his hand.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as she sucked just the head, her
tongue teasing the ridge just the way he liked it. Xan was the best at this.
Never had he had another woman suck him off with such intensity, such enthusiasm,
as if it were her greatest pleasure.

She hummed around his cock and his knees started to buckle.
She arched her back, exposing her bare ass.
Bare.
Shit, she wasn’t
wearing any panties under that devil’s wet dream. His hands fisted tighter in
her hair as his control snapped. He held her still while his hips thrust,
fucking her sweet little mouth, watching the globes of her ass sway as she
churned her wanton hips. And still she swallowed with each deep penetration,
taking him all the way.

“
Fuck.
” He wasn’t going to last. He pumped faster and
she grabbed his balls, squeezing them almost painfully. “Yes! I’m gonna come,
baby.”

He pushed into her two more times, feeling the cum boil,
ready to rush free from his body. Oh yes, he was about to shoot down her
throat, and he couldn’t bear to wait.

Then she pulled away suddenly and he howled in frustration,
feeling the impending orgasm hover as if on a knife’s edge. She stood, her
mouth swollen and wet with her effort and he panted, staring at her, wondering
why she stopped, keeping himself from shoving her back to her knees to finish
like some selfish prick.

“You want to come, you have to fuck me first. Then I’ll let
you come whichever way you want.”

Xan watched Brody’s eyes, already glazed with lust, narrow
with her demand. She knew she wasn’t playing fair getting him all worked up and
stopping, but she didn’t care. He’d been avoiding her for a week now, and she
wanted answers.

And by God, if she didn’t get answers, she was going to make
him regret his actions by showing him what he’d been missing. Because she’d
been missing it—him—too. She’d lain awake every night fantasizing about him,
the feel of his cock in her pussy, in her mouth. She loved the taste of him, so
it’d been damn hard stopping just now, but she had to embrace the bigger
picture here.

She wanted him. In bed. In her life. Maybe getting answers
wouldn’t be possible, but she’d do what she could to open up to him and
encourage him to do the same. But if he didn’t want a relationship, she’d take
what she could get. She wasn’t going another twelve years without sex if she
could help it.

And if she had to be a cock tease to get her way? So be it.
She knew the outfit was a hit the moment his eyes widened. The bulge in his
pants? Oh yeah, that was another indicator.

“You’ll let me come however I want?” he rasped.

“Mmm-hmm.” She ran a finger along his neck, inciting a
subtle shiver in response. Her Viking seemed to be holding back still, and that
was unacceptable, so she mustered up the gumption to continue her seduction.
“What’s wrong, big boy? You know you want to fuck me,” she crooned, running her
hand down his abdomen and lightly clutching his cock.

He groaned and swayed toward her. His movement was
automatic, but she didn’t care. Since he was leaning her way, she seized the
opportunity. Already in ridiculously high heels, she nudged up on her toes with
ease and captured his open mouth with hers, sliding her tongue into the heat.
She kissed him hard as she squeezed his cock, and he broke. Brody grabbed her
ass, lifting her and turning, slamming her against the nearest wall.
That’s
what I’m talking about.
Her arms went around his neck, legs instinctively
wrapped around his hips as she rubbed her weeping pussy against his cock.

He took control of the kiss, ravishing her mouth, nipping at
her lips, massaging his tongue against hers almost desperately. Xan continued
to rub herself against him, loving the animalistic sounds rumbling in his chest
and tearing from his mouth and into hers. He squeezed her ass cheeks with such
force he’d leave marks, and that only made her hotter. The idea of him marking
her as his ignited some primal instinct in her that should’ve been reserved for
men with cavemen mentalities, not a woman who was practically a virgin before
meeting this man.

And she didn’t care. He could grab her by the hair and drag
her wherever he wanted at this point, and she wouldn’t protest.

Unable to wait any longer for him to possess her, Xan reach
down and guided his dick to her aching opening. As soon as the head nudged her,
Brody grabbed her ass to hold her still and plunged home, driving to the hilt.

Xan gasped.

Brody growled.

And he was pumping into her with no hesitation. She threw
her head back, hitting the wall, panting for breath as he fucked her hard. He
released one hand from her ass and grabbed her hair, bringing her face down to
his.

“Is this what you want, baby? Damn you.” He kissed her
again, groaning into her mouth as he plowed into her with passion, with anger,
with desperation she still didn’t understand.

But it didn’t matter. Electrical shocks traveled down her
back, settled at the base of her spine as her orgasm started to build. She dug
her fingers into his hair, pulling it free of the thong, and clutched it as she
moaned into the near-painful kiss.

Oh God, she was about to come. Her pussy fisted around his
cock and she knew she was about to go over. She could feel it rushing toward
her like a runaway train, and it would crash over her in seconds.

Brody’s thrusts became frantic, and she screamed into his
mouth just as her climax detonated. His mouth ripped from hers, his head
burying in her neck as a roar released from him. Then he bit her shoulder hard
to stifle his cry as he came with her. She winced at the power of his continued
thrusts into her oversensitive pussy and his teeth locked on to her skin, but
the pain only intensified the pleasure.

Long moments later his grip on her ass eased, his teeth
unclenched, and his thrusting stopped. She was panting, sweat trickling down
her cheek. He was moaning, rubbing his forehead against her shoulder.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “I shouldn’t have taken you so hard.”
He actually sounded upset by that, and Xan couldn’t allow that. She wouldn’t.

“You shouldn’t have waited so long to take me,” she said
softly, stroking his hair.

He chuckled and she smiled, pleased he wasn’t going to dwell
on it. He eased her down and stared into her eyes, stroking her cheek. The
emotions she saw were unfathomable. Roxie was right—Brody was fighting
something. Before she could ask, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, the
tip of her nose, and then her shoulder where he’d bitten her, where she was
sure a bruise was forming if not already there.

“I intend to make up for lost time,” he mumbled against her
shoulder. Then he kissed her neck and bent down, hooking his arm behind her
knees and lifting her to him. He carried her down the hall, into his bedroom,
and through the master bathroom door. He gently eased her to her feet and
turned to the whirlpool tub, turning on the water and gauging the temperature
until he was satisfied with the heat, then flicked the stopper. “As much as I
love this outfit of yours, baby,” he said as he trailed a finger along the thin
strap. “It has to come off.”

Even after that mind-blowing orgasm, her body tingled with
awareness, but she was suddenly struck with a small case of shyness as he
peeled the negligee off her body. She’d had to give herself a major pep talk to
show up at his house in this thing, but she knew the benefits far exceeded any
urge to be bashful. She’d never before put forth effort like this to attract a
man. Hell, after getting free from Marco, men freaked her out. She’d done
everything in her power to avoid those Y-chromosome carriers, and here she was
tempting the biggest, sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on.

When she was naked save for her stockings and stilettos,
Brody kissed her chest…right over her heart. And it raced at his tender
attention. Then he pulled away and caressed the skin where his lips had just
been, gazing into her eyes. She inhaled quickly, not quite a gasp because she
was too mesmerized to react suddenly.

And then as if the intensity was too much for him to bear,
his eyes blinked away and back before looking down at his hand over her heart.
The emotion pouring from him was like a living thing in the room, and Xan
swayed as if physically impacted. Emotionally, she was already too far gone.
Brody grasped her hips as he knelt before her, keeping her steady. Slowly, so
slowly, he removed her shoes and slid her stockings off, following the path
with his lips, kissing her inner thighs, knees, the arch of her feet. Xan had
never felt this kind of attention from another man. It was as if she were the
most precious thing to him, as fragile as spun glass, and she didn’t know how
to define—or even embrace—the warmth surrounding her.

He followed the path back up her body, his mouth lingering
on her nipples, and her head fell back on a moan. Okay, she could attempt
definitions later.

He kissed a path up her neck to her ear. “It’s ready,” he
breathed, and before she had the chance to acknowledge him, he swooped down and
picked her up, eliciting a screech out of her.

Brody chuckled as he stepped over to the bathtub, and she
tried to fight the heat creeping up her throat from her shocked outburst. He
gently placed her in the hot water and turned on the jets. Reaching past her,
he grabbed a washcloth and some soap, which reminded her of an outdoorsy scent.
It didn’t really smell like Brody, but it was definitely not a girlie
fragrance. He lathered up and then started washing her.

Her head fell back, eyes closing.
This
was heavenly.
Pure ecstasy. No one had bathed her since she was a little girl, and this was
just wonderful. She groaned when he massaged the shoulder closest to him,
rubbing harder than necessary for just washing her. Not that she was
complaining.

“If you come over to my house every night and do this, I’d
be at your mercy.”

“Hmm, I think that can be arranged.”

Xan opened an eye, glancing at him without turning her head.
He was concentrating on her bath-massage, working her tight muscles and washing
her skin, but even with him touching her like this, he still felt too far away
from her.

“You should join me. I could return the favor.”

He looked at her and gave his head a quick shake before
continuing with his sinfully delightful ministration.

“Why not?”

“This is for you,” he said, keeping his eyes on his task.

“Then you should get in because that’s what I want.” She
stuck out her lip with a fake pout, and he smiled crookedly at her.

“You don’t play fair?”

“What gave that away? The fact that I showed up here half
naked?” She winked and a chuckle slipped out of him before he could stop it.

“Okay. You win.”

Brody stood and removed his pants. His shirt had disappeared
a long time ago. She scooted forward when he stood straight and stepped back
over to the tub. She turned her head, watching as he stepped in behind her,
trying not to smile when he winced while settling in.

“Jesus, it’s hot.”

“You’re the one who ran the water.” She giggled as she
leaned into his chest. “Don’t be a crybaby.”

“Crybaby?” he murmured, picking up the cloth and washing one
breast as he kneaded the other one with his free hand. He bent his head down to
her ear and nuzzled it. “I’ll show you crybaby.”

He gave her nipple a sharp tweak and she cried out. “And to
think
you
said that
I
didn’t play fair. That’s cheating.” He
laughed as he soothed the pain, rolling her nipple between his fingers. The
pain quickly turned into a pleasure she couldn’t hide. With a soft moan, her
head rested on his shoulder, her knees falling slightly apart. Brody dropped
the cloth and gave her other nipple the same attention. The dual assault was
too much to take, so she writhed in the water, her motion causing more waves
within the jetted bliss.

He nipped her ear, his breath coming hot and hard against
her skin, and her hips kept churning, seeking contact with something, anything.
She backed up against him and he shifted down into the water so that his body
was at more of an angle. Her buttocks rubbed his erection and he growled into
the ear he was ravishing. She rose, leaning all her weight against him, and
grabbed his cock from between her legs.

“Oh God, Xan,” Brody groaned as she stroked him. But it
still wasn’t enough. His mouth was on her flesh. His hands were on her breasts,
and he was rocking that hard-as-steel cock in her hands, but she needed so much
more. She moved and angled his cock at her entrance. She had to have him.
Again. “Baby, it’ll hurt you in the water. Give me a sec, and I’ll—”

She didn’t wait. She leaned forward and took his cock inside
her halfway. It registered somewhere in the back of her lust-filled brain that
he was right—his cock didn’t slide in easily. She didn’t have time to process
that even if she could break through the passionate fog that consumed her
because Brody’s breath caught, and he snaked one arm around her belly as he
hoisted them out of the water and onto the ledge of the tub. He propped himself
against the corner of the wall, his feet still in the water, and she sank all
the way down, taking him to the hilt.

He clutched her hips as she rode him reverse-cowgirl style.
If she wasn’t so turned-on, she’d find the whole cowgirl concept funny
considering her previous dislike for all things country. But she was already
close to coming so that thought fled as soon as it entered. She braced her
hands on his knees and she bounced on his dick with greedy abandon, grinding
against him. His panting echoed off the tiled walls, and she could tell that he
was close too. He shot up, pressing his chest against her back, wrapping an arm
around her, while the fingers of his free hand sought her clit. “You feel so
good, baby. So fucking good.”

He thrust up, meeting her on each downward stroke while he
fingered her aching nub. Her orgasm built. Tingles licked her spine and she
knew it was over.

“Brody,” she panted, reaching back and grabbing his neck.
“I’m gonna come.”

“Yes, baby. Ahhh, fuck!” He slammed up again and she
screamed. Explosions of colors, lights danced before her eyes as she continued
to ride him, ride out her climax, ride out his joint release. Wrapped up in
passion so strong, she trembled.

She was so relaxed she was vaguely aware of him lowering
them back into the tub, him crooning softly in her ear. While she was curled
into his body, fighting unconsciousness, he washed them both quickly, but
thoroughly. Then he shut off the jets, pulled the plug and dragged them from
the bathtub. He dried them both and carried her to his bed.

He eased in beside her, pulling her into his arms, gently
tracing lazy patterns along her hip, and she realized she’d never felt this
protected. This loved. Brody may not be in love with her, but she couldn’t deny
the fact she was in love with him. She wasn’t sure when it had happened. Maybe
that first time she saw him at the garage when her body had recognized his
importance to her before her brain had. Or maybe it was the first time they’d
kissed and she’d never felt that kind of desire from another man. Or maybe it was
the first time they’d made love, which was why it’d hurt her so much when he’d
immediately rejected her. She didn’t know when she crossed the point of no
return with Brody Jackson. She just knew she had.