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Authors: Elle Kennedy

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Chapter Four

As the impatient woman in front of him skillfully stripped him of his clothes, only one thought ran through AJ’s head—
no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Oh no, there was nothing nice about what he was doing right now. He’d brought a beautiful woman home for the sole purpose of fucking her brains out, and damned if that wasn’t the most liberating sensation on the planet. He didn’t have to be the good guy tonight. Didn’t have to be polite or take it slow or worry about the repercussions. Brett’s eagerness made it clear that she wanted this as much as he did.

Their clothing disappeared in the blink of an eye. His pants and shoes were kicked away; her jeans and panties skidded across the living room floor. Brett’s smooth, naked flesh assaulted his vision, making his mouth go dry and his heartbeat race.

Just as he’d anticipated, her ink wasn’t confined to her arms. Her left thigh boasted an exquisite koi fish done in brilliant greens and blues, while her right hip was covered with a row of text written in meticulous cursive. And her feet—she had two pale blue sparrows tattooed on the top of each graceful foot, and it was the hottest frickin’ thing he’d ever seen in his life.

She wasn’t overly curvy, but soft in all the right places, and his arousal soared to a whole new dimension as he yanked her toward him and pressed their naked flesh together. He reached down to cup her ass, giving it a light squeeze that drew a tortured noise from her lips.

Christ. There were so many things he wanted to do to her he didn’t even know where to begin. As his heart pounded and his brain turned to jelly, AJ decided to just start from the top and work his way south.

Breathing hard, he nudged her to the overstuffed couch and pointed to the cushions. “Lie down.”

He didn’t have to ask twice—she was on her back in a nanosecond, her legs parting enticingly as she stretched out on the sofa.

AJ covered her body with his, then propped himself on his elbows and slid lower so he was at eye level with her breasts. Lord, those breasts. Small and plump, with the prettiest nipples he’d ever seen.

“You have the sweetest tits,” he mumbled.

He rubbed his mouth over one distended bud, enjoying the way it tickled his lips. His cock was harder than granite, heavy against Brett’s thigh and throbbing so badly he worried he might actually come if Brett’s leg so much as twitched. He distracted himself from the fiery ache below by capturing one nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the rigid pink bud.

He was being much rougher than usual, and he tried to rein himself in, to be tender and sweet and
nice
, but goddamn it, he couldn’t. He wanted to
devour
her.

Luckily, she didn’t seem to mind. Not one bit.

“God, keep doing that,” she pleaded when he shifted to her other nipple and took a gentle bite.

He did it again, and again, until she was squirming beneath him, rocking her hips in a blatant attempt to deepen the contact. His erection brushed her slippery folds each time her eager body arched upward, and the temptation to slide into her was so strong he had no choice but to eliminate it by moving lower.

His mouth left her breasts—and discovered an even greater temptation.

“Hell,” he said hoarsely. “You’re perfect.” He dragged a finger up and down her slit, groaning when he glimpsed the sparkle of moisture at her entrance. “So fucking pretty.”

He planted a kiss directly on her clit and enjoyed the way she gasped. She spread her legs wider, granting him full access to explore, and AJ’s brain stopped working altogether as he buried his face between her thighs. Given her earlier response to his rough ministrations, it didn’t surprise him in the slightest that she liked the less than gentle approach more than the teasing one. She whimpered at each soft lick, but moaned like crazy when he sucked deeply on her clit. She sighed when he stroked her opening with one finger, but cried out in delight when he pushed it into her hot channel and fingered her with fervor.

Her inner muscles clamped around him, sending a bolt of anticipation straight to his cock. She was so damn tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.

But he wanted to make her come first.

“Don’t keep me waiting, angel—come on my tongue. I
need
it.” Christ, he did. Needed it so bad he could barely breathe.

He swiped his tongue over her clit, slipping a second finger into her pussy as he lost himself in the taste of her, in the throaty noises she was making and the sharp sting of her fingers in his hair as she tried to hold him in place.

“I’m close,” she squeezed out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Ha.
Stop
? Like that was even possible. He was so turned on, so consumed with the need to feel her pulsing on his tongue, that not even the Jaws of Life could have pried him off her. And when she started to convulse, pure male satisfaction coursed through his veins. He rode out the orgasm with her, his tongue toying with her clit as it swelled and pulsated from her release.

When she grew still, AJ raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He took in her glazed eyes, limp body, and unstable breathing, and a smile sprang to his lips.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, her sigh of pleasure heating the air between them. “That was
so
good. I’m going to make you do that at least five more times before the night is over. I hope you know that.”

He laughed. “Demanding, aren’t we?”

“Dude, if I’d known you were
this
talented, I wouldn’t have hesitated earlier about bringing you home. Seriously, I want to lock you in my bedroom closet and put your tongue to use whenever I’m stressed out.”

With another chuckle, he planted one last kiss on her mound before rising to his feet. His cock jutted out eagerly and slapped his navel, as if to say
my turn
. But his pants—and the condom in his wallet—were all the way across the room, and he was hurting too damn bad to make the trek at the moment.

“Sit up,” he said in a low voice.

She obeyed without question, her dark eyes blazing with unabashed lust as he fisted his cock and gave it a slow pump.

He’d never jerked off in front of a woman before, but the hitch in Brett’s breath told him she liked seeing him do it. So he didn’t stop. He tightened his grip around his shaft, moving his hand in long, hard strokes that made his balls tingle and his knees weak.

“That’s the hottest thing I‘ve ever seen,” she whispered. “You’re so damn sexy.”

He might’ve been able to keep going—if she hadn’t moved her hand between her legs and started stroking her clit. The sight nearly did him in. He had to grit his teeth and breathe through his nose to stop from coming, and once he was confident he could take a step without blowing his load, he moved to the couch with purposeful strides and guided his cock to her lips.

“Suck,” he said.

The crude command was another first for him, but he was too worked up to worry about manners. The second Brett parted her lips, he pushed through them, groaning when the heat of her mouth surrounded him.

His head lolled to the side as pleasure sizzled through his body. Her mouth was warm and wet and hungry. She swallowed him up, eager tongue skimming his shaft on every upstroke. Then she sucked hard on the crown of his cock, and the muffled sound of contentment she made retriggered that uncontrollable urge to come.

He withdrew slightly, meeting her eyes as she peered up at him. “Go slow,” he instructed. “Lick the shaft nice and slow. Suck only on the tip. And play with my balls.”

More demands. Christ. Who
was
he? Yeah, he was vocal in the bedroom, but not usually to this extent.

What was different about tonight? Was it because he’d probably never see Brett again? Maybe. No, definitely. For some reason, knowing that this was only a one-night stand had eliminated his typical need to restrain and censor himself.

Another rush of liberation flooded his gut as realization struck. His mindset was eerily similar to the way he felt when he was kicking ass in the cage. He could do and say whatever he wanted tonight. He didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to worry about coming on too strong. Yes, he would take care of her—he already had and planned on doing it again—but he could also be selfish. For this one night, he could drop the good-guy mask and act on the primal urges he’d been fighting his entire life.

“That’s it, tease me.” He shuddered when she licked the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. Gentle and seductive. “I don’t want to come yet. Just get me ready.”

She tightened the suction, and when his hips gave an involuntarily thrust, she reached around and cupped his ass, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She paused for a moment.

“There you go. Breathe.” AJ stroked her hair, the dark strands soft and silky between his fingers. He pulled almost his entire length out, until only the tip remained between her lips, and then he slipped inside again with the same leisurely tempo.

Christ. There was nothing better than this. A nice, lazy blowjob. Brett’s tiny whimpers of pleasure. The pressure of her fingers digging into his butt cheeks.

But the impatience built, the acute need for release gathering in his balls until he had no choice but to wrench his cock out of her hot mouth.

“Where are you going?” she demanded when he took several steps away.

“Condom,” he choked out.

He grabbed his pants off the floor and fumbled in the pockets for his wallet. Once he found what he was looking for, he sheathed himself in an impressive feat of speed and strode back to the couch.

Brett was lying down again, a slight smirk on her face as she looked up at him. “If you’re not inside me in the next two seconds, I’m going to be very upset.”

“Don’t worry, there’s nowhere else I want to be.” To punctuate that, he lowered his body on top of hers, grasped his erection, and guided it to her core.

The first thrust had black dots flashing in his vision. Holy hell. She was just as tight as he’d anticipated.

“First time is gonna be fast,” he warned her. “I’m way too close.”

She smiled, her dark eyes gleaming with feminine power. “You can make it up to me later. With your tongue.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he growled. “With my tongue. And my hands. And my cock. By the time this night is over, you’ll be so well fucked you won’t be able to move for days.”

He buried himself to the hilt, and this time they groaned in unison.

“I. Can’t. Wait,” she burst out. Each word was a moan, because he was moving inside her now, fast and deep.

The couch cushions squeaked from the frantic pace he’d set. He’d turned into an animal, driving into her without restraint, sucking and biting her neck as pleasure rippled through his body. His surroundings faded. His pulse shrieked between his ears. All he was conscious of was the woman beneath him. Her hot sheath gripping his cock. Her moans echoing in his ear.

The climax hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. Knocked the wind right out of him as paralyzing ecstasy pulsed in the base of his spine and then shot out in every direction. He wasn’t sure when—or how—he crashed back to the earth, but when he was able to think clearly again, he registered Brett’s soft laughter.

“What?” he croaked.

Her wide grin pierced through his foggy vision. “Nothing. I was just thinking that if I’d known you were this good of a lay, I would’ve tried harder to hook up with you in high school.”

He choked out a laugh of his own, gently easing out of her core before collapsing at her side. He ran his hand over her breasts, but his fingers still felt like limp noodles, so he splayed them over her flat belly and nestled closer to her. “Trust me, you didn’t miss out. I was an amateur back then. No moves.”

“An amateur, huh?” Her lips tickled his shoulder. “Does that make you a professional fucker now?”

“Yup.” He moved his hand over her stomach in a sensual caress. “These days I know what I’m doing.”

“God. You totally do.” She sat up and brushed hair off her forehead, then gave him a little shove so that he was on his back. “Okay, that was a long enough break. Let’s do it again.”

Her eagerness made him laugh, but she silenced the husky sound with a kiss.

And proceeded to rock his world all over again.

They slept. They screwed. Slept some more. Screwed some more.

By the time AJ crashed for the night, he’d reached several important conclusions. One—casual hookups were not as sleazy as he’d previously believed. Two—it
was
possible to pass out from sex-exhaustion. And three—he’d had the best sex of his life tonight. Hands down.

Those warm and fuzzy thoughts carried him into slumber, and he wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that he’d fallen asleep with a smile on his face. God knew he woke up with one.

The moment he opened his eyes the next morning and found Brett curled up beside him in bed, his lips curved in satisfaction.

They’d eventually found their way into her bedroom, and were now tangled together between the sheets. She was naked, one leg hooked over his hip, one arm flung across his chest. The beams of sunlight slipping into the room through the gap in the curtains cast a halo of light around her face, and he smiled when he saw that her cheek bore the impression of the blanket.

She really was beautiful. Not in the classic sense, but in an interesting way. Her mouth was a tad too wide, her chin a little too angular, and those dark eyes were too big for her face, yet the combination of details created a striking package that fascinated him.

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