Sanctuary (Family Justice Book 3) (30 page)

W
ELL, THIS IS
all kinds of sexy
, she thought when a spectacularly prominent erection contained by white cotton filled her view. Black lace and white cotton. Stories were written about stuff like this, right?

“Don’t let this go to your head,” she drawled as she looked at his massive thighs and well-defined chest. “But you have a beautiful body.”

His sexy smirk unleashed a wave of desire that flooded her panties. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, m’lady.” Palming the bulge, he leered, “Ready for the next course?”

Nodding a bit too enthusiastically, she wet her lips and reached for the waistband of the briefs. Right away, she realized that pulling the underwear off in one swipe wasn’t possible. Not with the ridge of flesh stopping her progress.

“Easy, baby,” he groaned. “Unless you’re okay with getting an eye put out when the beast is released, I suggest you go slowly.”

Release the beast? Was that like freeing the Kraken? She almost laughed at the joke until she felt the heat coming off his flesh when her hand encountered his manhood.

“Ohhh,” she gasped when his magnificent shaft appeared. Good god. Talk about being up close and personal. He was …
Unf.
He was perfection. Big. Masculine. Sexy.

Unsure what to do next now that he was completely and most gloriously buck ass naked, she sent a nervous glance his way.

“What you’re seeing is all for you. Put your hands on me, woman. And don’t be shy.”

A rush of excitement filled her. She did this to him. Mesmerized by the ferocious strength of his erection, she took him in her hands and explored the tumescent flesh with eager fingers.

He was hard, of course, but soft and warm at the same time. Ridges and veins marked the length of his shaft like a seductive road map. She traced them with a reverence that banished her nervousness.

My god. This beautiful, glorious part of him would soon be inside her. More moisture released into her lingerie as her body readied for the inevitable.

He took her hand and moved it to the round spheres beneath the shaft. They were heavier than she expected and warm to the touch. He showed her how to caress him there before closing his big hand on top of hers when she stroked his length. The strength of grip that got him panting with need surprised her. When he released her hand and she was on her own, a part of her that existed only for him bellied up to the bar and took over.

A droplet of clear fluid seeped from the tip of his cock. She stared, completely captivated. With both of her hands busy, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked it away. Brody’s rumbling growl rolled along her nerves.

What did he tell her? Start with nibbles? Sounded reasonable. Using her tongue and lips, she traced his manhood, taking a nibble here and leaving a lick there. She heard a moan and felt him strain for more. Exploring his swollen flesh with the flat of her tongue, a couple of long, unhurried licks left her soaking wet and growing bolder by the second.

Oh, my god. He tasted so good. And so different. She eagerly licked, sucked on, and swirled her tongue around the soft, wide head with the thick ridge. He grunted and reached into her hair. She felt his cock pulse in her hand and then shit got real. He groaned again; only this time, it was the sound of sensual torture breaking free. And she liked it. Liked it very much.

Licking his rigid staff, she adored every inch then lifted it out of the way so she could concentrate on the inch of sensitive flesh where shaft met balls. He almost jumped out of his skin.

When the hand in her hair became more insistent and his hips bucked slightly, she felt like the empress of pleasure. The feelings he brought out of her were blissful and empowering.

Right then, she wanted it all. Every grunt, moan, gasp, gag, and pulse. She wanted to know the sensation of this magnificent cock abrading her tongue as he thrust into her mouth. She longed to feel the sexy, fat head she’d been sucking on explore the back of her mouth. She knew that when she gagged, the constriction on his flesh would test his control.

Placing a wet kiss of pure adoration on the tip of his manly cock, she shifted, angled, and opened wide—taking him into her mouth as they both groaned in the silence. From there, she took them on the sensual journey of a lifetime.

Leaving nothing on the table, Heather went for it. All of it. Surprised by how much pleasure she got from his frustrated growling and knowing she was the one with the power as his cock pushed deeper and deeper, she’d never felt sexier. Not even the ribbons of saliva covering her face and neck or her choking gags were unwelcome.

Lost in a haze of lust that took her out of time and place, she was dimly aware of his big, powerful hands on her head. His hips bucked; she remembered to breathe as he held her in a firm grip and fucked her mouth with loud grunts of pleasure.

She loved every second of it. Feeling powerful and submissive to his desires at the same time, Heather surrendered totally. In no time at all, he lost control in rather spectacular fashion.

Bucking wildly, he forced her head onto his cock over and over then growled so loud she was sure he woke the dead. With his beautiful manhood nudging her throat, he held her still as he came in her mouth. Feeling the pulsing of an orgasm that went on and on, she swallowed every drop while watching him through eyes struggling to focus as he took his pleasure.

She was an absolute mess when he was finished. Tears, sweat, drool, and his essence smeared her face and trailed down her neck and chest. Her hair was tangled and sweat dampened. She was also shaking slightly and deliciously aware of his taste on her tongue.

He just stood there, staring down at her with an expression of astonishment on his face. She made him look that way, and despite the awful picture she must be making, she never felt more beautiful in her entire life.

B
RODY WAS IN
shock. Or close to it. What started off as a game of seduction ended with them stepping into a level of intimacy he wasn’t sure she could handle. Boy, was he ever wrong.

At one point, when his dick was ramming her throat, he almost stopped her so he could finish inside her. She’d been so into sucking him off that he didn’t doubt she was wet and halfway there as it was. But man, when she gagged and her throat tightened on the head of his cock, he saw stars and just couldn’t stop.

Did he intend to come in her mouth and expect her to swallow his pleasure? No. His inner gentleman must have dozed off or something. That was the only way he could explain what just happened. Rather remorselessly face fucking a working girl in Singapore while on leave was one thing. Making his girlfriend choke on his dick was another thing entirely.

Thing was … she seemed happy about it. No, wait. Not happy. Radiant. Yep. That was it. She looked positively luminous. He wanted to imprint this moment in his memory forever. Heather. On her knees gazing up at him. Hair everywhere. Mouth swollen. Tears and spit all over her face. And looking stunningly beautiful.

“Was that … I mean, did I …” Her voice drifted off. Great time to be shy.

“Did you what?” he asked quietly. She questioned him with her eyes. “What do you think you just did, Heather?”

He used her name for a reason. This wasn’t honey, m’lady, good girl territory. This was all that shit stripped away. This was the raw stuff at the center of everything. Either she got it or she didn’t.

Her shoulders straightened. Yeah. She got it. Pushing some dampened hair away from her face, she wiped the corners of her mouth and ran her hand over her chin. Then she looked at him and locked expressions.

“I wanted to pleasure you,” she replied in a much stronger voice.

He snorted. Close enough. Cupping her chin, he held her gaze. “And you did.” She smiled happily. God, she was making this too easy. “So this was only about my satisfaction? My pleasure?”

Her eyebrows bumped together. At that moment, he knew he was right about her submissive nature. It was a singular experience, to be the sole focus of such an erotic scene. She’d been magnificent despite some initial nervousness. Yet he knew she enjoyed herself despite it being all about him. Her pleasure in what went down was clear to see.

“Well, yes.” She nibbled a lip. He stopped the action by swiping his thumb across her mouth and releasing her chin.

Hmm. How could he get her to see the bigger picture and not scare her shitless?

“So before … when we were texting about you being punished. Spanked. Bent over and taken without regard to your pleasure. You were excited by those things?”

Her hesitation was two parts adorable and one part cock-hardening hot.

On a deep inhale, she nodded and murmured, “I was.”

“Did you hope we would make love tonight?”

Brody was surprised when she looked at him wistfully and groaned, “I want you inside me every night. You have no idea how badly.”

He swallowed hard. Damn. The need radiating from her was so thick and heavy; he could feel it.

“But you weren’t sure. Right?”

“No,” she groaned. Hanging her head, she confessed, “You said we had to wait, so …”

“So you just let me fuck your mouth without any expectation of … satisfaction?”

“Oh, no!” she started awkwardly. “It was immensely satisfying. I never knew…”

“You liked sucking my cock.” It wasn’t a question as much as it was a statement of fact that made her nod enthusiastically. “And you’re surprised you liked it. But still, you didn’t ask for anything. Your pleasure, from what you’re telling me, was about giving me pleasure.”

Her eyes darted all over the place. She was fitting the pieces together. He knew where the thoughts, questions, doubt, and conclusions would lead. This wasn’t going to be easy for her. Six weeks ago, one thing defined Heather’s life. Control. Right now, she was taking her first steps into a different world.

After a couple of tense, silent minutes, she looked at him. Clear-eyed and confident, she replied, “Yes.”

“Is that something you’d do with someone you didn’t care about?”

“No.”

He could see the future opening up right in front of them “I know you aren’t ready to say the words, and I’m not expecting you to. But I will ask you this. And I want an honest answer.”

She nodded. He could’ve helped her up, but it seemed right that he asked her this while she was on her knees.

“Who do you belong to?”

The struggle in her response was real. If she gave him this one thing, there’d be no turning back.

“I’m scared.”

“Good. Be scared. Don’t run away from what you’re feeling. But being afraid isn’t the end of the world. You’ve survived much worse than a little fright.”

Awe, pride, admiration, and respect filled him. Considering all she’d been through, all she lost, her fearlessness was staggering. He’d known plenty of fearsome warriors in his time. Big, shit kicking motherfuckers with balls of steel, but they all faded into insignificance in the face of this gentle lady. It should have been him on his knees at her feet.

“I belong to you. Damage and all. If you really want me.”

Okay, so maybe some of that fearlessness wobbled a bit at the end. Understandable. Bitches liked romance, after all, and a little reassurance was money in the bank.

He considered how to respond. She was giving herself over to him. Placing not just her physical being in his hands but her heart and soul too. It was everything he’d hoped for and more.

“Honey, look at me,” he commanded. It pained him to see the doubts shadowing her expression. If it was the only thing he did with his last breath in this life, he was going to take that look and crush it. “There’s been no one but you since the start.” He didn’t really need to say anything else.

It took a couple of beats for the meaning to sink in. He ticked off each and every reaction. Disbelief. Shock. Confusion. Doubt. Acceptance. Belief. And then happiness. The sort of brilliant joy that lit her up from the inside.

Putting out his hand, she put her much smaller one in his grasp; her eyes never leaving his as he gently helped her stand. Some part of him wanted to crack a few jokes. After all, she really did look like she’d gone five rounds with a Yeti. Him being the hairy beast, he conceded dryly.