Page 16 of Jilted

Chapter Fourteen

B rett swallowed hard. She was on the fence; he could tell.

“The choice is yours, Amy. We can walk up those stairs to the bedroom, or we can walk down the stairs to the living room and forget we ever had this conversation.” Brett searched her face, his heart racing as he waited for her to make a decision.

Ever so slowly, Amy took one step back, up the stairs.

Then she took another. Brett was on her before she had the chance to take anymore.

He scooped her up into his arms and crushed his mouth over hers.

It was in that moment he knew – one night would never be enough. But he’d deal with that tomorrow.

Right now, he concentrated on carrying her upstairs and laying her on the bed. He brought his body over hers, kissing her, letting his hand roam down the length of her body. It was so tempting to tear the clothes from her body and ravage her.

“Brett,” she whispered, turning away from his kiss.

He groaned. “Amy, baby, please don’t stop me. Not now.”

He knew clear to his soul that if they didn’t take this plunge, he’d never be able to see her with another man. It would kill him. Or rather, he’d kill the other guy for touching what belonged to him.

Brett gently took her chin in his thumb and forefinger and turned her to look at him. He brushed his lips over hers. “I want you so much, Amy.”

“I want you, too.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Nothing...I...” Amy grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

He gathered both of her hands into his and pinned them above her head, lacing their fingers together as she spread her legs, and he settled between them. “Keep your hands there,” he said.

Then he kissed her chin, down her throat, stopping once he reached the material of her shirt. Sliding his hands up into her tank top, he pulled it off over her head. His gaze lingered on her breasts and her hard nipples. His cock was so hard he thought he was going to die.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out.

Brett found her mouth again and kissed her deeply as he leisurely ran his hand down her arm, along her breast and to her waist, memorizing every soft curve of her body.

“You’re trembling,” he said.

“I’m scared.”

“Why?” He flexed his fingers on her waist in an attempt to reassure her that it was okay, that he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to, and that she could set the pace.

“Because it’s you.”

Brett smiled. “That sounds like a reason why you shouldn’t be scared.”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s having the opposite effect on me. What if?—”

He put his finger to her lips to silence her. “Don’t.”

He knew what she was going to say. What if it’s not good? What if we’re not sexually compatible? What if, after we do it, we decide we didn’t like it? Or something along those lines. He wouldn’t let those thoughts, those doubts and fears ruin this moment for them.

“Just relax, okay?” Brett winked, kissed her softly on the lips, and then moved down her body.

Brett stopped at her breasts, taking one into his mouth and the other into his hand.

The feel of her hard nipple rubbing against his tongue and hardening between his fingers had his cock thickening with need.

Slow down. He would not rush this. Oh no, he was going to take his time and explore every inch of her body until it was permanently ingrained in his mind and on his tongue.

Amy arched her back and speared her fingers into his hair. “Yeah,” she whispered and dragged his face up to hers.

He obliged and gave her exactly what she wanted – a kiss that was so hot and deep and passionate she ground her sex against his leg. Brett smiled against her lips and put his hand on her waist, pinning her to the bed.

“You’re making it very hard to take this slow,” he said.

“Going slow is overrated.” Amy pushed him off her and rolled on top of him.

The action took him by surprise, but he liked her aggressiveness and decided to go with it for the moment. “Now what are you going to do?”

She gave him another wicked smile. “This.” She pressed her lips to his chest, her tongue licking across his pecs and to his nipple.

He put one hand behind his head and used the other to hold her hair away from her face so that he could watch her, a deep, throaty groan escaping from him.

“And this.” Amy kissed down his torso to his belly button, swirling her tongue in his navel. It felt weird in an erotic sort of way.

“Oh, and this,” she said, curling her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tugging them down over his hips, allowing his cock to spring free in all its hard glory.

She looked up at him under her lashes, and then wrapped her hand around his shaft, squeezing just enough to cause his hips to jerk up off the bed.

Then she licked the ridge of his cockhead, drawing him deep into the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned. Sonofabitch her mouth was so hot and wet and.

.. Christ, she was deep throating him! He sucked in a breath, his stomach hollowed, and his mouth was stuck in the shape of an O as he fought not to blow his wad already.

What the hell? He wasn’t a horny, sex-starved teenager.

Nor was this his first blow job. So why in the hell was he fighting to hold back his release so soon?

“Mmm.” She sucked on his head while stroking his shaft with her hand.

Her moans reverberated down his shaft and landed in his balls like a sack of bricks. That familiar tingling at the base of his spine started to spread through his body, and he knew he was going to lose it if he didn’t stop her.

“Amy.” He gathered her hair into his hands and was mesmerized by the sight of her pretty, pink lips wrapped around his cock. It was something he never thought he’d see, which only added to the intensity of it. “Holy shit that feels good.”

“Tastes good, too.” She looked at him, smiled, and licked her lips.

“Okay, that’s it.” Brett reached for her, flipped her over onto her back, and pinned her beneath his body.

He found her lips and parted them with his tongue.

Pouring everything he felt for her into that kiss, he left her wanting more as he slid down her body.

“Now it’s my turn.” Brett removed her shorts and was shocked to find her shaved.

He jerked his gaze up to hers and grinned.

“What?” she asked self-consciously.

Brett shook his head. “Nothing...it’s just...you’re full of surprises.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“You tell me.” He sat on his knees, took her hand, and put it on his cock. “Feel how hard you’ve made me?” She nodded and started to stroke him again. He felt his knees buckle as he leaned over to kiss her again. “I think it’s safe to say I like your surprises.”

Amy smiled. “Good.”

He lowered his body, and then his head between her legs and firmly kissed her mound before parting her folds. Licking up one side, and then down the other, he closed his eyes and savored the intoxicating sweetness of her.

Amy moaned when he sucked her clit into his mouth, then released it only to suck on it once again.

No woman had ever tasted as good as she did, and he knew that he’d made the right decision to cross this line with her.

With each flick of his tongue over her pussy, he was branding her, marking her as his.

And each time she cried his name and moaned with pleasure, she solidified her place in his heart and body.

Amy bucked beneath him, her hips lifting to meet his mouth as she clutched at his hair. “Oh God, Brett, yes...”

He eased two fingers inside of her while continuing to tease her clit with his tongue. “You taste so good, so good.”

She tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close to coming.

God, he wanted to taste her release on his tongue and on his hand and on his cock.

Fucking Christ, he wanted all of her everywhere at once.

Brett slipped another finger into her and pressed his thumb to her clit; then he moved up to her mouth, claiming her lips in a kiss.

Her fingernails dug into the hard flesh of his biceps, and her thighs clamped around his arm, making it difficult to move his fingers inside of her, but he persisted.

“Brett,” she whimpered into his mouth.

“That’s right. Come for me, baby.” He nipped at her bottom lip and curled his fingers against her inner walls, stroking them to their breaking point.

Moments later, she came apart in his arms, crying his name as she came. It was the single most erotic thing in the world to hold her in his arms as she showered his hand with her release.

“Oh...my...God,” she panted.

Brett eased his fingers from her, anxious to replace them with his cock, which was ready to burst if he didn’t bury it inside of her soon. But first, he needed to get a condom. He’d packed several boxes that he’d never bothered to remove from his suitcase before leaving. Thank heavens for that.

Before he could retrieve one, Amy clutched his face and kissed him. “I need you, Brett. I need to feel you inside of me. Now, please.”

Her low, raspy, pleading voice was his undoing. “Condom,” was all he said even though he was already settling between her spread legs, knowing full well that he would never make it across the room to get one.

“I’m on the pill.” She wiggled her hips beneath him, tempting him, enticing him to take her just like they were.

“Aren’t you worried about diseases?” Smooth one, Hudson; that was real romantic. He positioned the head of his cock at the clenched opening of her pussy.

“Why? Do you have one I should know about?”

He laughed. “No.”

“Well, neither do I. Now, stop teasing me.” She wiggled again.

Teasing her? Oh, he would show her just exactly how serious he was about not teasing her. He slowly pushed inside of her, and they moaned simultaneously. She was much tighter than he’d expected, and her pussy enveloped his cock like a glove, snug and warm.

Brett was a hard ass when it came to safe sex, and this was the first time he’d ever had sex without a condom. Seemed rather poetic that it was with Amy. It was fantastic, and he knew that he’d never again wear a condom. Not as long as he was with Amy, which, if he had his way, would be forever.

The sensations of her wet pussy gripping his cock each time he’d thrust in and out of her was like billions of fireworks going off in his mind and body. He was on an overload of pleasure that he didn’t want to end. The world could end in a fiery blaze, and he wouldn’t notice.

She reached around and grabbed his ass, holding him deep inside of her as she rotated her hips, grinding her pussy on him. “God, Brett...ahh,” she yelled.

“Christ you feel so good, Amy, so fucking good...I can’t...” He stilled inside of her, knowing that one slight move would have him coming instantly, and he wasn’t ready for that yet.

Brett smoothed the hair from her forehead and gave her a soft, languid kiss. She scraped her fingernails up the length of his back, making him shudder. Then, with agonizingly slow movements, he began to move in and out of her again.

He was doing good keeping his pace steady, letting the pleasure build between them until they were both ready to explode, but when she raked her teeth along his neck, he lost it. Thankfully, she was on the precipice, too, because there was no stopping it this time.

“Brett!” His name fell from her lips as a chant.

“Fuck, Amy.” He shifted his weight into his arms and fucked her with jackhammer quick thrusts until they both gave in to their orgasms.

She clenched his dick so hard it was almost painful, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what it would feel like to have her hot come cover his bare cock as he spilled into her.

Coming inside of a woman, this woman, his woman – Amy – without the barrier of a condom was the best feeling ever.

He swore he momentarily blacked out from the pleasure of it, of her.

Brett buried his face in her neck and tried to calm his breathing. He felt her heart beating just as hard as his when he kissed her neck and throat. “You okay?” He dragged his mouth to hers and kissed her.

“Never better.” She smiled.

Outside, the rain continued to come down in sheets.

Thunder shook the earth around them, and the consistent bolts of lightning were the only illumination in the now dark bungalow.

None of it made any difference to Brett because all his attention was focused on Amy and the feelings that he had for her.

There was only one thing on his mind: forever.