The Offer (23 page)

I can’t take
much more. I make a fist around my rigid shaft and position it at
her entrance. Her eyes flutter from being closed to being open wide
as I slowly rub my swollen head up and down her shiny cleft. It
feels too incredible.

“Oh God,” she
says breathlessly. “Just get inside me already.”

“Impatient,” I
comment. “I like that.”

She pauses for
a moment. “Just…it’s been a long time. I may have been
revirginized.”

The stupid
smile on my face spreads even wider. “You say all the right things.
I’ll go slow.”

And even
though going slow is the last thing I want – fuck, every nerve in
my body is ready to slam right into her hot depths and ram her
until she’s up against the headboard – I do it anyway. I slowly
start to make my way inside her.

No, it’s more
like force my way inside her because she’s that damn tight, like a
wet little vice that grips every heavy millimetre of my cock.

“Shit,” I
growl, looking down to see myself as I push into her. My head has
disappeared into that sweet pink dream. So slippery, so surreal.
“This is a test of my will,” I tell her.

“Easy,” she
says through a shaking exhale. She lies back and I wait until she
relaxes a bit more before I ease in further. She’s so hot and wet
as I slowly work my way inside that I begin to shake. I pause, for
myself this time, and take in a deep, ragged breath.

“Am I hurting
you?” she asks quietly.

“Sweetheart,”
I say, my voice low and throaty. “You’re only hurting my
resolve.”

She smiles at
that and relaxes more but it’s not enough.

“Open
yourself,” I tell her. “I’m only halfway there. I want you to take
all of me.”

She blinks.
“Shit, I thought I was.”

I shake my
head, more droplets of sweat falling off and landing on her
breasts.

She takes in a
deep breath but I know how to speed up the process. I place my
thumb on her clit and rub it around, her juices spreading. I work
at her until I feel her widen and then I push in further. She gasps
but she puts her hands at my ass and presses her fingers in,
controlling my speed. But she’s still pulling me forward.

I’m holding my
breath, forgetting to exhale, so wrapped up in this dizzying
plunge, feeling like some conqueror taking over a new land. She
spreads out beneath me, so soft and lush, like paradise and she
lifts her knees higher, opening herself wider, and finally I’m in
all the way, my balls pressing up against her and I feel this close
to blacking out. She gasps but grips me with tight, blistering
fury.

I groan
loudly, unable to keep quiet. For all of my reputation as a lady’s
man, I know I won’t be able to make a good impression this first
time. The need in me is too sharp, too hard, too much. I slide out
slowly and watch my thick shaft shiny with everything she has then
plunge back in. My whole body shudders.

But even if
I’m going to come soon, and fuck it’s going to be amazing, I’m not
doing so without her. I steady myself and with force I grab her
thighs and yank her up and to me, holding on tight with one hand,
my fingers digging into her soft flesh, while my other hand goes
for her clit again.

She moans,
loud, and then has the strength to place a pillow over her face to
muffle the cries. I have to admit, it’s hot when she watches my
dick slide in and out of her but it’s also hot when she can’t see
anything at all.

“Don’t hold
back, babe,” I whisper, breath ragged and deep. “I’m not. Not this
time. I can’t.”

My hips roll
back and forth and I plunge in and out, from tip to the last thick
inch of my cock. My rhythm becomes faster and faster and I know I
can’t keep my cum at bay for much longer. Her pussy is so tight, so
eager, I feel like I’m on fucking drugs, like I’m sticking my dick
into some sexual trip I may never sober up from.

I work my
fingers into a frenzy and her muffled moans get louder and louder
while I slam into her harder and harder. Her back is arched,
nipples pink peaks, and I know she’s close.

“Fuck!” she
cries out. “Oh, Jesus.”

Because I’m
starting to pound into her so hard, shaking the bed, shaking her
breasts, I can’t tell if she’s spasming or not, but then I feel her
clench around me, off and on, and I know she’s there, lost in the
spiral.

I take in a
deep breath and let out a low, guttural cry as my coiled muscles
let loose and the orgasm rips down my spine, shooting out through
every nerve ending. I’m fucking her so hard I think I’m going to
push her bed right through the wall, right into my apartment and
then I’m white-hot, wild, undone.

I come hard,
blasting my load so fast and powerful I fear I might just tear a
hole in the condom. I’m shuddering so hard that the bed is still
shaking, even though the pumping of my hips has slowed. Through my
blissful, electric haze, I can still hear Nicola moaning into the
pillow, gasping and making nonsensical noises. I may be doing the
same, it’s hard to tell when you have no control over your body, no
real awareness of what’s going on except you’re a million miles
above the fucking planet and you have no idea when you’re coming
down.

When my arms
start to tremble, I slowly lower myself so I’m on top of her, the
wet slick of my sweaty chest pressing against hers. It’s so
animalistic, that feeling, like we’re operating on a level of
instinct and desire, eons before the mind comes in. It’s silly to
say we’re on a soul-to-soul level, but it’s not far off.

“Sorry,” I say
as I take the pillow off of her face. “I couldn’t hold back. You’re
fucking kryptonite.”

She stares at
me, her face completely flushed pink and glowing, her eyes heavy,
like she’s in a dream. She’s never looked more beautiful. I want
her like this all the fucking time.

“I can’t
even…” she says, her voice airy and she smiles.

“Next time, it
will be different,” I tell her, smoothing her damp hair away from
her face. She’s got wild, mad bedhead and just adds to this crazed
goddess look she has going on.

She shakes her
head once. “Good Lord, I hope not. That was…that was…there are no
words.”

“Oh, it will
be just as amazing,” I assure her, kissing her lightly on the lips.
She tastes like salt. I breathe in deeply and the smell of our sex,
both musty and new, almost makes me hard again. If it wasn’t for
the fact that I have to pull out and remove the condom, I don’t
think I’d ever have to come out.

But I do. It’s
only polite.

I move
back a bit and pull out, gripping the condom to make sure it
doesn’t spill all over her. I get up and head to the en-suite
washroom, making sure I’m all cleaned up before coming back to
bed.

She’s nestled
under the covers, the top of it barely covering her breasts and in
the glow of her nightstand lamp, she looks positively sated.
Perfect.

“Mind if I get
in?” I ask her, not knowing if she just wanted me here for a fuck
or for something more. I hope to fuck it’s for something more.

She gives me a
lazy smile and then lifts open the blanket. I sigh inwardly with
relief and get in.

I’m not much
of a cuddler but now that I’m in bed with her, naked, it feels
sinful not to be touching every inch of her soft body. She’s such a
fucking goddess with those freckles and pouty pink lips and creamy
skin and I know she has no idea. It totally adds to the appeal.

I pull her
toward me and kiss her shoulder, still warm and damp. My fingers
get lost in the mess of her hair. I don’t know what to say – I’ve
never been much for pillow talk – I just want to hold her in my
arms as I sleep and hopefully wake up in a few hours for another
round.

But she feels
slightly tense, hesitant. She’s rubbing her lips together like
she’s got something on her mind and I have a feeling I know what it
is.

“You know,” I
say slowly, running my fingers over the bridge of her cute nose,
over her luscious lips. “Contrary to popular belief, that actually
meant something to me.”

She swallows
and tilts her head to look at me. “Yeah?”

I knew it. My
reputation will follow me everywhere.

“Yeah.” I kiss
her neck and murmur into her was. “And I don’t shag more than one
woman at a time. I’m fucking you now and I’m going to keep doing so
for as long as you want my cock around. I know you said only an
idiot would fall for this line, but I only have eyes for you and
there’s no sense in screwing someone else if I’m going to be
thinking of you the whole time.”

She nods.
“Okay. Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”

“Don’t be so
sure,” I tell her. “I’ve seen you at work. I’ve seen the way men
look at you, the same way you do. But as long as I can be the only
man who conquers you, I’ll be happy. And I’ll do my damndest to
make you happy.”

She smiles
softly. “You almost sound sweet there.”

“Just give me
a few more minutes and sweet will be the last thing on your
mind.”

But in a few
more minutes, we’re both asleep.

“
God,
you taste delicious, sweetheart.”

I hear Bram’s
husky, jumbled words at the same time I feel his tongue slide
between my legs. I jump at the contact but his hands grip my hips,
keeping me in place. I raise my head, blinking hard and see his
thick head of hair as his tongue snakes along my cleft, licking
slowly.

“Jesus,” I
mutter softly, sinking back into the bed. “What a way to wake up.”
It’s early morning and the sky outside my window is grey blue, even
though there seems to be no clouds or fog in sight. I’m surprised
we’re up. I felt like we fucked all night but even though I ache
and my lips and pussy feel rubbed raw, I also feel surprisingly
alive. My brain is bright behind my eyes, my nerves are buzzing, my
skin seems like it can feel every atom in the air. It’s one hundred
percent clichéd to say I feel like a brand new woman, but I do.

Bram groans
into me and his tongue plunges inside. I arch my back, wanting him
deeper, my legs opening more and more for him. His fingers grip my
hips hard and with his other hand he slips a finger along my clit,
rubbing it just so.

God, I’m going
to come at any moment but I also want him to last forever. Can this
please be the way I wake up for the rest of my life?

Last
night was too incredible for words – another cliché, but true. I’d
never had a man want me so badly, I could practically feel the
primal, animalistic need that matched my own. And naked,
gorgeously, beautifully, exquisitely
naked
, Bram was a whole other beast. I honestly didn’t know if
he was going to cause me a lot of pain or not, but from the way he
so slowly, deliciously, eased himself inside me, I felt nothing
except a pinch and then this incredible feeling of being so full,
like I’d been missing him my whole life.

The only
problem is, now I feel a bit bereft at the absence of his dick. I
want him inside me, all of him, not just his fingers and his
tongue. I want him to make the bed shake again, for my breasts to
jiggle as he slams into me. I want that wildness, that wickedness,
that damn smirk as he knows exactly what he can do to make me
scream even though I’ve been screaming into my pillows, lest we
wake up Ava. And judging from how enthusiastically he’s licking me,
like a fucking ice cream cone, I’m about to let loose. I grab the
pillow out from under my head and hold it on my face as he pushes
me over the edge. All the tight coils in my body release and I’m
riding wave after wave of insane pleasure, my limbs jerking from
the power of it all.

Holy hell.
Wham, bam, thank you, Bram.

He lifts his
head when my spasms begin to fade. “That’s how I like to wake my
woman up.”

I give him a
look, my head swimming, my body floating. “What if I want to wake
you by giving you a blow job?”

“We don’t even
have to compromise,” he says as he crawls on top of me. The
iron-stiff length of his cock rubs against my slickness and I hope
to God I have enough condoms in my drawer. The fool had only
brought one last night. I’m not sure what the hell he was
thinking.

I’m about to
bring it up – I may take the pill religiously but condoms are a
definite must, especially with a player like Bram – when I hear a
shuffle on the other side of the door and then the sound of the
door trying to open.

“Mommy, the
door is locked!” Ava yells. “Let me in.”

I exchange a
look with Bram and realize he doesn’t have much in the way of
clothes other than his pants. I leap out of bed, slip my house robe
on and throw his pants at him. I open the door a crack, keeping
Bram out of view, and slide my way through.

“Hi, angel,” I
tell her, my back to the door, holding it shut as I peer down at
her. “You’re up early.”

“Why was the
door locked?”

“Oh, that was
an accident,” I tell her.

Then the door
opens and Bram appears and thank God his erection is gone.

“Bram?” she
asks. “Do you live here now?”

Bram gives me
a cheeky grin and then squats down to her level. “No, little one,
I’m still next door. I just spent the night.”

“Okay,” Ava
says brightly then walks off to the bathroom. I know Ava isn’t old
enough to get an idea of what adults do in situations like this.
She’s thankfully far too innocent for that train of thought. But
after Phil, I’ve been very careful about what guys I’ve brought
over. There haven’t been many, but I was with a guy called Ben
around the same time that Steph and Linden were first getting
together. He was nice, which was why I was with him, but there
weren’t any sparks. But Ava liked him and the more time he spent
over, the more attached to him she got. Then when we broke up, it
pretty much broke her little heart. Since I’ve learned she wants
Bram to be her daddy as a Christmas present, it’s pretty safe to
say that she’s going to get her heart set on him.