Page 37 of Forever Finds Us (Wisper Dreams #7)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Brand

Roxanne nodded, and she pumped her fingers in her pussy, feeling her slick arousal mixing with the bathwater. No woman had ever been so responsive to my words or the sound of my voice.

It took everything I had inside me not to pull her out of the tub and fuck her with the beads in her ass. But I wanted her prepared so I could slip my cock in that ass easily and she wouldn’t feel pain.

“In a minute, you won’t be able to speak, so you won’t be able to use your safe word if you need it. Instead, if you want me to stop, you will pinch the outside of my thigh twice. Give me your hand, but don’t stop touchin’ yourself.”

Her wet hand caressed its way up my thigh, and with a tight grip on her wrist, I led it to the outside and showed her where to touch me to stop me.

“Do it now so I know you understand.”

Gently, she pinched twice.

“You can do better than that.”

Her left eyebrow popped up, and she twisted my skin between her fingers, digging her fingernail in. With her mouth still open, she blinked once and nodded.

“So eager to please,” I praised, and I watched how the words transformed her face. She liked pleasing me, and when I told her, a light sparkled in her brown eyes. “But first, swallow my cock and push the beads further in your ass. Go up to the second bead.”

She did what I asked, and I moaned when her warm tongue accepted and sucked my cock into her mouth. She pushed the beads in further, and her body hardened, her muscles tightening as she worked to accept the larger bead and acclimate.

God, just knowing her hand was between her legs made me ravenous for her. I wanted to own her. Every fucking part of her.

“Has anyone ever taken your ass before?”

Shaking her head carefully, she pumped her fingers in her pussy again, and the water reacted to her movement, sloshing around the rim of the tub and splashing over the edge and onto the floor.

I pushed to the back of her throat, but instinct closed it and my dick met resistance.

“Good girl, open up for me,” I whispered through clenched teeth, the rough sound of my voice betraying me and showing her the struggle I was having, trying not to come.

But her body followed my command. “Yes,” I said, feeling her tight throat squeeze my cock.

I thrust gently, and my eyes closed in ecstasy.

I felt her working hard to breathe, beginning to panic from lack of air, but she still wanted to obey.

“Swallow, Roxanne, and breathe through your nose. Let your body do what it wants to.”

Her throat closed around my cock as she swallowed, and she inhaled deeply.

“Fuck, that’s so goddamn good.”

Moving over her, rolling forward and back over the tub, I took her mouth and throat slowly. She relaxed, getting into my rhythm, and she moaned again and closed her eyes, pressing her feet against the end of the tub behind me so she could fuck herself harder.

A sharp tug of my hand in her hair reminded her to keep quiet. She went silent again instantly, and she sucked harder. She liked the pain as much as I did. She couldn’t lie to me. But it wasn’t the reason I wanted her silence.

I wanted the pleasure to build inside her. I wanted it to be all she could think about so that when I gave her permission, she’d come so hard, she wouldn’t need a window in a tent to see stars.

Demanding her silence and not allowing her to come would make her erupt on my cock when I gave the order, and all of it would make her pliant and make her tight ass ready for me.

“Make me come, Roxanne,” I said between thrusts. “Keep your throat open so I can fuck it and my cum can coat it.”

When she nodded, my dick slipped in deeper, and I groaned loudly.

Threading my hands through her hair, I gripped it between my fingers so I could control her pace.

She liked that. I knew she would, and she hollowed her cheeks, sucking as hard as she could, making me shudder above her and fuck her mouth faster.

Looking down at her, I saw her eyelids fluttering, cheeks flushing, and her whole body moving under the water as she finger fucked herself in rhythm with my thrusts.

I reminded her, “You do not have permission to come.”

She was trying to hold out, but she was losing the battle. I could hardly blame her. What she was doing to me was the definition of sexy, letting me get off in her mouth while she fucked herself.

She trusted me to make the decisions. Trusted me to know what would make her feel good, and she trusted me not to hurt her, even though my dick was hitting the back of her throat and sliding further down.

She let me choke her for pleasure, and the intimacy of the act and the trust she’d placed in me made me harder.

The bathwater licked at her breasts, rushing and flowing over her perfectly erect nipples, and it receded when she rocked on her hand.

Spit pooled at the edges of her lips and flowed down her chin, and still, she continued to finger herself, but she only needed one hand for that, so she reached beneath me and gripped my balls in her tight fist and pulled them down, rolling and smashing them together.

When she twisted them, sucked one more time as hard as she could, and swallowed, breath punched out of my lungs, and I cursed and groaned as the hot flow of my cum slid down the back of her throat.

“Good girl,” I rasped as she swallowed her reward, and I released her hair and grabbed the edges of the tub to hold myself up.

I stood, then slipped into the water behind her and cradled her still needy body against mine. The warm water fused us together, letting her skin slip and slide over my mine, and already, need had begun to fill up my cock again.

“Keep fuckin’ yourself,” I whispered in her ear, rubbing my unshaven cheek against hers and loving how her wet hair stuck to my skin, but I slipped a hand over her hip and between her spread legs.

My arms were long enough to reach the anal beads, and I used one finger to ease the last, largest bead inside her ass.

She gasped at the size and sensation, but I didn’t punish her for the noise this time. She was ready. I nearly was too. My dick jumped behind her, hardening again easily with every wet, soft glide of her ass cheeks.

“Stop,” I said, and she froze. “Now grip the sides of the tub. Hold on tight.”

She complied immediately, and I lifted her with my hands beneath her ribcage.

“Keep rubbin’ that beautiful ass along my cock and make me hard again.”

She moved to kneel above me, then lowered her ass to do as she’d been told, but she leaned forward, trying to slip my dick between her pussy lips to steal some friction.

“Naughty Deputy, I didn’t give you permission to come. If you keep doin’ that, you will.”

Whimpering, she released me and slid backward, rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks, and when I was hard again, I stilled.

My cock was positioned at her core, and with one fast stroke, I was inside her pussy to the hilt.

Her head rolled back on her shoulders, her mouth open but soundless just like I wanted. Goddamn, she felt so fucking good. If I wasn’t rock hard before I entered her, her ready body cured me of that.

“Let me hear you now, beauty,” I murmured in her ear.

“Feel the beads in your ass rubbing my cock inside and come for me.” I pushed a hand over her hip and between her legs, and this time all it took was one circle of my slippery finger around her clit, and she was screaming my name and shattering apart like tempered glass in the cold at the mercy of the head of my hammer.

Roxanne didn’t say a word.

She couldn’t. She could barely catch her breath after that orgasm.

But that was okay by me, because I wasn’t anywhere near through with her yet.

Before I’d lifted her out of the bath, I pulled gently on the end of the string of anal beads, and her body released them easily, more proof she was ready for me.

“Don’t move,” I said softly when I carried her to the bed and lowered her onto her back.

As I dried her long legs with a bath towel, she laughed and rolled her eyes. “As if I could. You broke me. My whole body is in tatters.”

“You’re beautiful when you come, broken or not.”

She blushed, and my dick pulsed with heat. I hadn’t finished inside her in the bath, so I was still hard as granite and aching to fuck her.

“I don’t understand, Brand.”

“Don’t understand what?” Reaching behind her, I grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her ass so it was lifted up and at the perfect angle for me to take it.

“What’re you doin?” she asked.

“Answer my question.”

“I don’t understand why you call me beauty. I don’t understand how someone like you wants someone like me.”

“Someone like me? Roxanne, please explain to me why you seem to think you aren’t worthy of my affection. How did you come to believe that about yourself?”

She shook her head, not wanting to admit her insecurities.

“This is all about trust. You know that, right?” I asked. “If you don’t trust me, how the hell did you let me do to you what I just did?”

She grunted in frustration and threw her arm over her eyes.

“No one has ever looked at me the way you do. Every relationship I’ve had has ended in disappointment.

What I want never matters. What I need. And I’m not just talkin’ about romantic or sexual relationships, although, sadly they’re few and far between.

“But all my life, I’ve been the best friend. The middle daughter. The weird one. The sister without a husband or kids. In my family’s eyes, it makes me less than. What I want out of life doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.”

“But why? I know I’m different than the women you usually date.”

“Yeah, you are. Very different. You’re funny and kind, and you care for your friends in ways I haven’t experienced in a long time. You care for me. You’re smart and dedicated to your job and your role in your community.

“You are also the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, but it isn’t about what you wear or how other people see you. Your beauty comes from inside you, and it shines so fuckin’ bright, I can’t see straight when I’m with you.”

Lifting her arm away from her eyes, I placed her hand on my face, so she could see me and feel the words I needed her to hear.

“The night of Merv’s heart attack, when you held me and let me talk about hard things I’d never uttered to anyone, that was when I knew.

My money doesn’t matter to you. Status. Nice things.

You don’t care about any of that. When you told me you loved me, I didn’t question it.

I don’t have to worry if you’re lyin’ to get somethin’ from me. ”

“No, you don’t. Never with me.”

“That means more to me than I can ever say. So lie back and let me show you.”

I kissed her, imagining a life I’d never dared to dream before. Long walks through the woods. Laughter and nights spent wrapped up together in the house she’d imagined me building for her.

If I could fix things with my brother, I could be worthy of Roxanne and her love, and the life playing out in my head could be ours.

“Look at the stars above us, beauty. Tell me what you see.”

She relaxed when I gave her direction and did what I told her to, and her trust in me made the need I felt for her inside my chest rage.

Her head rolled back on the bed, and she gazed up at the night sky through the clear, plastic roof of the yurt, while I searched through my pack for the toy I’d brought with us, hoping for this exact occasion.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I never learned about the stars. I mean, I must have in science class at some point in my childhood, but I don’t remember.”

Crawling over her, I set the dildo, a condom, and a small bottle of lube between us on the bed, and I lay beside her. She tried to see what I’d brought with me, but I tilted her head back with my hand on her throat again and rolled to face her.

“Follow my finger,” I said, releasing her and pointing up toward the sky through the window. “See that square cluster of stars that kinda looks like SpongeBob fallin’ on his face?”

She laughed. “I think so.”

“That’s Pegasus. And below him is Aquarius.”

I moved my finger lower, and she squinted, trying to make heads or tails of the constellations. Lifting her arm, she pressed it against mine and twined her fingers with mine, pointing with me.

I moved our hands together. “And I think this one is Cassiopeia. Looks like a zigzag.”

She sighed. “So pretty. How do you know all this?”

“It got lonely at night when I left home. I stayed with friends for the first year, couch surfed, but then I rented this hole-in-the-wall studio apartment, and I was on the top floor with roof access. I was used to wide-open spaces on the farm, and the seclusion and small quarters started gettin’ to me, so I spent a lot of nights up there, thinkin’ about life.

About the mistakes I’d made and how to fix ’em. ”

“Dixon,” she guessed.

“Dixon.”

“Are you scared to see him tomorrow?”

“Not scared, but I’m nervous, I guess. He says he’s sober.

I hope he is, but he hasn’t been in a long time.

I hated myself for thinkin’ this, especially since it was partly my fault, but I didn’t like the man my brother turned out to be.

Just talkin’ to him on the phone grated my nerves.

I spent a lot of years wishin’ he’d just buck up and get over his shit, you know? That’s what I did.”

“Maybe he didn’t know how.”

“Maybe, but it wasn’t right for me to expect that from him in the first place.

Men grow up thinkin’ that havin’ a hard head and manning up when things are down is what the world expects from us.

And if we can’t do that, then we aren’t really men.

It took me a long time to understand that that’s just not fuckin’ true.

Dixon needed somethin’ from me I didn’t know how to give. And it wasn’t money.”