Page 5 of Single Malt

I nodded, already feeling that familiar tension coiling in my stomach. My eyes were closed, everything focused on that bright point inside me.

“Then do it, lass.”

The growl contained a British accent, and what he’d called me should’ve been a hint, but it wasn’t important right now. Only the meaning of his words.

“Show me how pretty you are when you come. Take this one for yourself, and then I’ll take you. Make you come again on my cock. Hear you scream.”

The rough edge to his voice, the slight bite of pain from how hard his hands were holding on to me, the friction from two layers of cloth rubbing against each other and against me, all of them built and built the pressure inside me until I finally exploded.

I came with a shudder and a cry, vaguely aware that my nails had torn through material and into flesh, but unable to form any words as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. He held me up until I could stand on my own before stepping back. It wasn’t until he turned around to move farther into his room that I noticed the small red spots on the shoulders of his shirt.

“Shit.”

He turned around, concern on his face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I gave him an incredulous look. “Didyouhurtme?” I gestured toward his upper torso. “I drew blood.”

He looked confused, but when he moved his arms and winced, remorse flooded me. Remorse and embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“I’m taking it as a compliment.” He took a step toward me, his mouth curving into a smug grin. “You clearly enjoyed yourself.”

“I ruined your shirt,” I pointed out.

With a grin, he jerked open his shirt, a couple buttons popping off, but he didn’t even appear to notice them. He tossed the shirt aside and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t care.”

I barely heard what he said because I was too busy staring at the absolutely magnificent torso in front of me. In the dim light, I could see what appeared to be scar tissue in a few places, but it didn’t make me want to touch him any less. I wondered for a moment what had happened but then decided that it didn’t matter.

“Well, damn.” I let my admiration bleed into my words. “What else are you hiding under those clothes?”

“I showed you some of mine,” he countered. “Are you going to show me some of yours?”

As I reached for the side zipper, I let myself appreciate his confidence. A lot of people would be self-conscious of scars like that, but he just watched me, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

I let the dress drop to the floor and stepped out of it. I didn’t plan on being here long enough for it to get wrinkled, so I left it where it was and let him take a full, long look at me in my teal lace bra and panty set. I knew I looked good in it, but to see the naked hunger on his face was gratifying.

I waited for him to say something, but instead, he did something. He took off his pants, and if I’d thought he looked good without a shirt, it was nothing compared to seeing him completely naked. That trail of golden-brown curls that ran down from his belly button pointed to a long, thick shaft with a slight upward curve. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking himself as he waited for me to take the next step.

“Condom,” I said as I reached behind me to take off my bra. By the time I’d taken it and my underwear off, he was finishing rolling one on.

I didn’t know if he moved first or if I did, but we were suddenly together, tumbling into his bed, limbs tangled, and mouths fused. I lost track of who was touching where, of fingers pinching and slipping, of teeth and tongue and lips.

I cried out when he buried himself inside me with one smooth stroke, but before he could ask if I was okay, I pushed my hips up, wanting him deeper, wanting more of that delicious fullness, of the way we fit together. He cursed, and I begged for more. We found a rhythm quickly and an angle that had the base of his shaft rubbing my clitoris, and I found myself hurtling back toward climax.

When it crashed over me, Brody made good on his promise to have me screaming his name, and I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed. In fact, as he drove into me harder and faster, chasing his own release, a third orgasm rolled into the second, cresting seconds after his body stiffened with his own release.

We stayed there, locked together until he found the strength to move and roll off me. Before it could get awkward, he chuckled. “Hell of a way to ring in the new year.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Three

Brody

I loved my work,and I was a social enough person that I actually enjoyed the networking part of the business, but I was starting to wonder if I should start looking into hiring someone to take care of the clients who needed a little extra attention.

Dr. Josephs was a nice guy, and I knew he wasn’t drawing things out in an attempt to get a better deal or free samples. Honestly, I’d gotten the impression that he was one of the most genuine people I’d ever met.