Page 20 of Jilted

Chapter Seventeen

B rett pulled out a kitchen chair. “Sit,” he said, pointing at it.

“Why?” Amy’s voice was full of uncertainty.

With a smile, he said, “Trust me, baby.” Then he winked. When she still didn’t sit, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Please just trust me. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, okay?”

She took a deep breath. “Okay.” Amy sat.

“Good. Now don’t move.” Brett walked into the living room and grabbed her tank top from the floor.

“What are you doing with that?” Her gaze darted from him to the top he held. “Brett...?”

He laughed as he walked around and stood behind her. Lowering his head, he positioned his mouth near her ear. “Relax.”

His lips closed around her earlobe, tugging on it gently. Amy moaned and tilted her head to the side, giving him greater access. He dragged his lips from her ear and down her neck, kissing and licking her.

“Amy,” he breathed her name as if saying it somehow made all of this that much more real.

Brett straightened and placed the tank top over Amy’s eyes, tying it behind her head.

She started to stand, but he gently pushed her back down into the chair and leaned close to her ear again.

“If you get up again, I will be forced to tie you to the chair.”

Amy opened her mouth, but then quickly closed it and simply nodded instead. Brett smiled. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down the length of her arms. Lacing his fingers with hers, he brought them around behind her, then released them.

“Keep them there,” he instructed.

She nodded again.

Brett went to the refrigerator and took out a bucket of ice.

He placed it on the floor next to the chair and stared at Amy for a moment.

She was sitting in the chair, blindfolded, hands behind her back, legs spread just enough so he could catch a glimpse of her pussy lips, which glistened with moisture.

His cock hardened and then jerked; his hands ached with the need to touch her.

Grabbing two pieces of ice from the bucket, he closed his hands around them and then stood behind her again.

“The waiting is killing me.” She laughed nervously.

“Put your head back.” When she did, he leaned over and captured her lips in a teasing kiss. Keeping his mouth on hers, he reached down and cupped her breasts.

Amy pulled away and gasped. “Holy fuck, Brett, that’s cold.”

He chuckled and kept his hands on her breasts, holding her firmly in the chair. “You said you were hot, so I figured I’d help cool you down.”

“What is that? Ice?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Brett walked around and knelt in front of her. He rubbed the ice around on her nipples and then took them into his mouth one at a time.

“Oh God, Brett.” She arched into him and spread her legs open farther.

“Mmm...Your nipples are so hard, Amy.” He put the mostly melted ice cubes into his mouth and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. They hardened even more, which only served to arouse him more.

She whispered his name in that needy, seductive way she had about her, and his dick jerked, ready to be buried inside of her. “Please, touch me.”

He wanted nothing more than to touch her, but first he was going to tease the living shit out of her, make her so wet and horny for him that she’d beg for him to fuck her. Brett once again leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth, the ice swirled with his tongue.

Amy wiggled in the chair, her breathing becoming more labored, louder, mixing with her moans. “Brett, I need more, please, give me more.”

“More what?” He placed his hands on her knees and ran them up the inside of her thighs, his thumbs meeting at her center and pressing against her clit.

“That...oh...God, yes.” She pushed her hips forward, wanting more of him, of his touch. Her head fell back to the chair, and she let out a long, moaning sigh.

The sight of her like that, compliant, ready, spread open for him stole his breath.

God, he’d had more than one wet dream about this very thing, about having Amy naked in front of him, about having the freedom to touch her however he wanted.

He removed his hands from between her legs and took another piece of ice from the bucket.

Popping it into his mouth, he grabbed her thighs and spread her legs.

Then he lowered his head and licked her pussy.

Amy gasped again. “More ice?” she whispered.

“Yeah.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she jerked forward, nearly knocking him backward.

“Easy, baby,” he crooned. Brett parted her folds and ran a finger down the length of them, pushing his finger deep into her, causing her to moan his name.

“You’ve got such a pretty little pussy,” he said as he gripped the ice between his teeth and put it against her clit.

Brett let the ice fall from his mouth. All he wanted to do was taste her, make her come.

She wiggled in the chair. “The ice is melting.”

He smiled against her. “Come for me, and then you can get out of that chair.”

“Fuck,” she groaned. Then she speared her fingers into his hair.

Brett pulled his fingers from her and grabbed her hands, pinning them down by her sides. “I told you not to move your hands.”

Looked like he’d have to make her come with just his tongue, which was something he was looking forward to. Resuming his position between her legs, he rapidly flicked his tongue over her clit until she was writhing on the chair.

“I want to touch you, Brett...please, let me touch you.”

“Uh-uh.” He sucked on her clit, drawing it out. “You’ll get your chance. But not now.”

He closed his eyes and slipped his tongue deep into her pussy, savoring the unique, sweet taste of her. God, he couldn’t get past how amazing she tasted, how she made him long to taste only her for the rest of his life.

“Brett,” she whimpered.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, Amy. Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.” His tongue was once again working her clit.

Her thighs clenched around his head, making it difficult for him to maneuver, but he knew she was so close to coming.

Releasing her hands, he gripped her knees and pried her legs apart.

Moments later, she screamed his name as her orgasm tore through her body.

He sucked and licked her release until there was none left.

Then he lifted his head and rose fully up on his knees.

Amy sat forward and pressed her mouth to his, kissing him hard before he had a chance to say or do anything. He swore his eyes rolled into the back of his head. In all the kisses they’d shared, none had been as hot as this one.

Brett stood and brought Amy to her feet. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, making it very easy for him to slide his cock into her wet pussy. The sensation of being inside of her was so strong it almost brought him to his knees.

He carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch, never once losing contact.

Slowly, he removed her blindfold and looked into her eyes.

The emotion he saw in them had him stifling a gasp.

Was it possible that Amy felt the say way about him?

Was this more than just sex to her? God, he hoped so.

“Amy,” he whispered, kissing her lips and slowly thrusting into her. Instead of fucking her like he’d planned, he made love to her – slow, passionate love that bonded them in more ways than just the physical.

She wrapped her legs around him and held on to him as if he were the last person on earth, the only man who could ever satisfy her, please her.

And he wanted to be that man – the only man to ever see her like this again, the only man to ever touch her and make love to her.

She’d agreed to give him more, but how much more? He wanted all of her, forever.

“Brett,” she whispered over and over again as she came for the second time.

He allowed himself to let go, to let his own orgasm take over his body as he came hot and hard inside of her – a feeling he didn’t know if he’d ever get used to, it was so damn good.

Collapsing on top of her, he kissed her neck and said, “God, I love the sound of my name on your lips.”

She laughed softly and whispered his name once more.

He shifted his weight and looked down at her, at a loss for words.

The only thing that came to his mind was, “I love you,” but he knew she wasn’t ready to hear that yet.

He didn’t even know if he was truly ready to say it. Instead, he just kissed her.

Amy lay snuggled to Brett’s side, her head on his chest. She traced lazy circles on his stomach, a feeling of calm settled over her.

She couldn’t believe she was actually having sex with Brett Hudson.

The man she’d dreamt of for years. The man she never thought she’d ever have.

But now...now she was lying in his arms after the most amazing sex of her life.

“Brett? Are you still awake?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” He yawned.

“Are we okay?”

“What? Yeah, of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just worried how this is going to affect our friendship.”

Brett put his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. “Baby, please don’t worry about it. We’re going to be fine. I promise.”

She folded her hands on his chest and rested her chin atop them. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I refuse to ever let anything come between us.”

Amy smiled. His tone was adamant, and she had no reason not to believe him. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Come here.” He pulled her up the length of him and slanted his lips over hers, kissing her in that slow, soft, erotic way that she’d grown to love. Brett broke the kiss and licked his lips. “Mmm, I love kissing you.”

Her heart fluttered. “I’m afraid that if I close my eyes and sleep that when I wake up, all of this will just be a dream.”

Brett smiled and gave her another chaste kiss. “It’s okay, Amy.” He laughed. “Go to sleep, baby, and I’ll be right here when you wake up, holding you.” He squeezed her tighter to him and she sighed with contentment. Settling next to him, she closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.