Page 18 of 4th and Goal (Season of Change #4)

“Careful, baby girl, these pretty nipples might cut that glass.” Brody teases, his voice laced with filthy promise and a touch of humor.

I don’t care though, so long as he keeps pounding me from behind.

My back arches as he runs his hands up and down my naked body, threading my peaked nipples between his fingers.

“Look at you, showing off your body, letting everyone see why I’m always so fucking hard for you.

I just have to smell your perfume and I’m ready to go, Lils.

Do you think anyone is looking up at us?

Do you think someone out there is getting off on watching as I take you? ”

“Touch your clit, baby. I’m gonna cum, I need you to get there first.” He continues to torture my sensitive nipples, while I find my clit with my right hand, hissing when I start to circle it with two fingers.

Brody loses his rhythm for a second when my pussy snaps tight around him.

Seconds later, I’m cumming and it’s absolute euphoria.

The lights of Las Vegas fade in and out of focus, my body trembling with the force of my climax.

Brody grunts and I know he’s seconds from his own finish, so I use my ass to push him back, spin around and drop to my knees.

I pump him with one hand, fondle his heavy balls with the other, and open my mouth with my tongue extended to catch his release.

I’m feeling extra naughty, the Las Vegas effect, I guess, because I have never sucked him off after he’s been inside me.

His cum coats my tongue, my cheeks, and my heaving tits.

When he slumps against the glass wall of windows that overlook the strip, I use my tongue and mouth to clean his cock.

I’m breathing heavy as I sit back on my heels and grin up at him.

Arms against the glass, he looks down at me with a soft smile, his eyes dark but happy.

“New kink unlocked?” he asks hoarsely, making me chuckle.

“Probably not. I don’t think I like tasting myself too much.” He’s still smiling but I see a flash of disappointment. He’d never push for anything I’m not comfortable with, so I want to give him something. “Why don’t we file it under ‘Vacation sex’ and revisit it on our next trip?”

“I love you.” Brody bends down to help me stand up, bringing me into his arms and holding me tight, both of us just breathing the other in and relishing our time together. My face is starting to itch though. He holds my hand, leading me through the suite to the bedroom.

This whole trip has been epic. We won the Rose Bowl.

Phia and Crue got married and the wedding was beautiful.

After the wedding, we got to see Ty propose to Edee, with Lyndell’s help.

It was heartwarming to witness, and I am honored to be included in such life-changing events for both couples.

We’ve spent the trip surrounded by friends and chosen family.

So much has changed this season, and growth is rarely painless, but thinking of all the happy couples we’ve become so close to over the last several months, I know that change and growth is positive.

Brody stops next to the stands that hold our open suitcases side by side. I wait for him to grab something for the shower, but he just stands there. I move a little closer and find him glaring at the two suitcases. I tug on his hand, and he blinks several times, like coming out of a stupor.

“We should live together.” Random thoughts for $100, Alex.

“Ok,” I respond easily.

“I don’t like that we live separately. One suitcase, one house, your things and my things together, our things.”

“Brody,” I chuckle. “I said ok.”

His head turns and his eyes dart to mine in surprise. “Oh. Good.” He bites the inside of his cheek, which he does when he’s thinking. “I don’t think either of our places is big enough, so do we rent a bigger apartment, buy a house—”

I tug my hand free, and plant both fists on my bare hips. “I ain’t buying a house with you until we share a last name.” He grunts as his eyes narrow, as if I’ve offended him.

“I made a promise that I would not propose to you on this trip.”

I cock an eyebrow in challenge, my heart happy even while I work up a good mad. “Oh, you did?”

“Yes,” he grits through clenched teeth. I stifle the urge to laugh at how upset he is that he can’t propose. Just the fact that he wants to is enough for me right now.

“And you are a man of your word?” I decide to play with him a bit.

His eyes flare. “A man’s word is all he has.”

I nod in understanding. Brody Zeigler is an honest, hardworking, loyal, protective, and honorable man.

I have never doubted that in all the time I’ve known him.

And he’s adorable right now, being affronted at his word coming into question.

But this is too fun to pass up. “Well, you also promised to stuff me full of your cum…right now it’s drying on my face.

And your deposit from earlier already escaped down my legs.

” We found a private bathroom between the wedding and dinner to have a little fun. I really love vacations!

He eyes my face carefully, then glares at my legs. He spins on his heel and steps quickly into the bathroom. I follow a little slower, not sure what he’s up to, and find him tugging on the shower curtain rod and scowling.

“What are you doing?”

“In order to fulfil my promise and keep my word, I’m thinking you need to be upside down, you know, to combat gravity. But I don’t think this will hold you, so you can’t hang from it.”

“Also, I’m not a bat,” I mutter, but he’s not listening to me.

He’s biting the inside of his cheek again as he gazes at me assessingly.

I squirm under his attention, not in discomfort, but my pussy tingles in anticipation.

I love this man more than anyone or anything, and I am lucky I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

He might not be proposing tonight, but we both know it’s inevitable.

“You have good upper body strength, hmm, I’m not sure…how long can you hold a headstand?”