Page 19 of Jilted

Chapter Sixteen

“ I can’t possibly eat another bite,” Amy said.

Brett knew bringing back Italian food – chicken Parmesan, which was Amy’s favorite was a safe bet. He was glad he’d suggested piling pillows and blankets on the living room floor and eating there as opposed to at the table. It was cozier, more intimate.

Brett held out his fork with a piece of chicken on it. He leaned forward. “You know you want another taste.”

Amy looked back and forth from him to the food. He nudged the food closer to her lips, but when she went to take it, he pulled it away and kissed her instead.

“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips.

“You taste so much better than this food,” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her again.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” She smiled against his lips.

God, he wanted to lay her down on the floor and have his way with her.

He wanted to kiss and lick his way down her body; he wanted to taste her pussy on his tongue; he wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock as he fucked her into orgasm after orgasm.

But he didn’t get a chance to do any of that because there was a knock on the door.

“Are you expecting company?” she asked him, her tone teasing.

“No, but you stay put.” He pointed at her, then stood. There was no way he would let her answer the door when she was still only dressed in those panties and tank top. Brett went to the door and opened it.

“Mr. Hudson?”

“Yes.”

“I’m George Rinaldo from Tri Pinnae Resort Hospitality.

I’m just taking a moment to see how you’re doing.

The island is still without power, but we’ve been assured we’ll have it back tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, the hotel is operating on a generator.

Hot food and showers are available there for all guests. ”

“Thank you, Mr. Rinaldo,” Brett said.

“Anytime, sir. Is there anything you need?”

Brett looked over his shoulder into the bungalow. “No, I don’t believe so.”

“Oh, one more thing, for safety reasons, we’re asking that guests don’t wander the island until the power is restored. There are broken tree branches and other debris,” George said.

“No problem.” Brett smiled. “Have a nice evening.” He closed the door and turned to Amy. “Looks like you and I are stuck in this bungalow together for the rest of the night.” And he had plenty of ideas about what they could do to pass the time.

“I don’t see a problem with that at all,” she said.

“Good.” He winked.

Together they cleaned up the remnants of their dinner. Amy took care of the trash while Brett opened the wine he’d bought earlier. Getting two glasses, he filled them and carried them back into the living room. He sat on the floor with his back against the couch. Amy sat next to him.

Handing her a glass of wine, he said, “To us.”

“Us,” she agreed with a smile.

They sat and silently sipped their wine.

Outside, it began to rain again. Thunder boomed and bolts of lightning lit up the dark night sky.

He took their glasses and set them on the end table.

Amy rested her head on the couch, closed her eyes, and sighed.

Brett watched her with a faint smile on his lips.

She was so beautiful. The way her chestnut hair fell around her face, framing it like a priceless piece of art, stole his breath.

He trailed the back of his hand down the side of her face and tucked her hair behind her ear.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His heart swelled and then constricted.

“Amy,” he whispered, his voice wavering slightly. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but he had no idea where to begin.

She reached up and touched his face, her hand trembled. “I still can’t believe this is actually happening between us.”

He lowered his lips to hers so that they brushed when he spoke. “Believe it.” He nipped at her bottom lip and then kissed her. Slow at first, then deeper, harder. Brett pulled her onto his lap, and she straddled him. He had an overwhelming desire to please her. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.

“You have me.” He slipped his hands up the back of her tank top and slid it up over her head. He tossed it to the floor and settled his hands on her waist. “Tell me what else you want.”

“I want you to touch me.” Amy took his hand, placed it on her stomach, and then pushed it down into her panties.

“Like this?” Brett slid his finger between her damp folds, dragging it up and down a few times before settling on her clit, rubbing it with a firm gentleness.

Amy inhaled sharply, and her head fell back to her shoulders. “Yeah, just like that.”

Brett’s gaze was focused intently on her. She began to move her hips in a circular motion, matching the rhythm of his finger. “What else?”

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

He stilled his finger. “Tell me what else you want, Amy.”

She grabbed his hand and ground her pussy against it. “I want you to keep doing that.”

“And?”

Taking his other hand, she put it on her breast. He kneaded it and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing it to harden in his grip.

She gripped the back of his head and brought his mouth to her nipple. “Lick it,” she ordered.

Smiling, he closed his mouth around her hard nipple. He flicked his tongue over it, nipped at it, and then sucked on it again. Amy arched into him and moaned. Christ, the sounds of her moans drove him wild.

“Mmm.” He planted a kiss to her nipple, then moved on to the other one.

Amy grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back, crushing her mouth to his. Her hips rotated faster, harder. “I’m gonna come,” she whimpered into his mouth.

Brett eased his finger from her clit, down her folds, and into her pussy. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and cried his name.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, come for me.” He caught her bottom lip between his teeth as she bore down on him. His thumb found her clit and pushed on it. “You like that? Does that feel good? Hmm? Tell me what you like, Amy.”

“Yes...so good...yeah, just like that...oh, God, Brett.”

Her entire body tensed in his arms, and he held her tight as he continued to work his finger inside of her and on her clit.

She once again brought her mouth down on his and kissed him hard, biting at his lips and tongue, as she came all over his hand.

Amy gasped and panted. Tremors worked through her body, easing her down from the cliff of pleasure he’d had her suspended on.

Brett brought his finger to her lips. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it. He groaned. Knowing she was sucking the taste of her release from his finger was just plain, fucking hot.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling her mouth to his and kissing her. “God damn, you taste so fucking good.” He traced her lips with his tongue.

Amy reached between them and freed his cock from his boxer shorts. “I want you, Brett. I need you...on me, in me...please.”

It was hard to concentrate on anything when she had her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it. Fingering her had made him hard. Tasting her from her own lips had made him even harder. Her touching him – he was ready to explode.

“Is this what you want?” Brett pulled her panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock to her opening, but he didn’t enter her.

“Yes!”

“Say it.” He told her he was going to tease her until she begged for his cock. Well, that time had arrived. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want your cock, Brett. Please, I need it. I need you.”

“Then take it, Amy. Take my cock if that’s what you want.

” He expected her to ease down on him as she’d done earlier.

But no. She slammed her pussy onto him, causing all the breath in his body to come rushing out.

Brett grabbed her hips and held her as she moved on him – up and down, back and forth.

“Fucking Christ, your pussy is so wet and hot.”

His head fell back to the couch, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Holy shit, she felt more incredible every time he thrust into her. It was apparent from the way she was moving on him that she didn’t want slow and easy. She wanted to be fucked.

Brett laid her down on the floor, put her ankles on his shoulders, his hands on either side of her head, and then he fucked her. Hard. Fast. Without mercy.

Amy clutched at his arms as if she wanted him to stop or slow down.

But the way she continuously met him thrust for thrust told him otherwise.

Her moans were becoming longer, her screams louder.

He felt her tightening around him, and he slowed his pace.

No woman had ever made him want to come as hard or fast as Amy did.

Nor had any woman ever made him want to prolong the inevitable.

But with Amy, being inside of her, being this close to her was something he wanted to make last forever.

Brett moved her legs off his shoulders, leaned over to kiss her, and then rolled her on top of him again. He watched the way her head fell back to her shoulders, and her mouth parted on a moan; the way her breasts shook as she rode his cock. Fuck! It was so hot. She was so hot.

“Sonofabitch, Amy...ah, God, baby.” He tried to hold her still, to hold off on letting either of them come just yet.

“No.” She took his hands from her waist and pinned them above his head. “I need to come again.” Amy rotated her hips on him, pushing all the way down on him so that he was buried balls deep inside of her tight, hot pussy. “I want to feel you come inside of me, Brett.”

Like he was going to say no to that. He pulled his hands from her grip and wrapped them around her back, holding her firmly against his body as he planted his heels into the floor and fucked her so hard the sounds of their bodies slapping together drowned out their moans.

“Like...that?” he grunted.

His balls were heavy with his impending release; the base of his spine tingled; his body shook, and then he jerked, coming hard and deep inside of her.

Amy nipped and bit at his neck as she gave in to her orgasm. God, the feel of her coming on his cock, of her body going limp on top of his, of her whispering his name at his ear was like heaven on earth. Nothing could be better than this, right here, right now.

“Holy shit,” he said on an exhaled breath.

Amy laughed. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Brett smoothed the hair from her face and kissed her softly on the mouth. He wanted her again. Now. Always. “God, Amy, you’re,” he sighed, “you’re incredible.”

The desire to tell her that he loved her was all-consuming, but he couldn’t get the words to form. Was it too soon? Would it freak her out? That’s not what he wanted to do, so he kept quiet.

“God, it is so hot in here.” Amy rolled off him and onto her back.

“We could take a cold shower,” he suggested jokingly.

“You know,” she turned her head and looked at him, “that’s not a bad idea.”

He grinned. “No underwear this time. And I absolutely will not keep my hands to myself.”

Amy stood and held her hand out to him. “Good, because I don’t want you to.”

Brett took her hand and stood. He followed her to the stairs but stopped. “I have a better idea.” His cock was already hard again.

At this rate, neither of them would be getting any sleep tonight because he had every intention of spending as much time inside of her as he could.