Page 44 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Six

Moorely

B efore I could even process what was happening, Briggs stood with my legs still clinging around his waist. I released my hold to slide to the ground. Doubts flooded my brain, freezing me in place.

“Moorely.” Briggs pulled me tighter against him with his hands gripping my ass. His erection pressed into my belly, leaving no doubt he wanted this. “You good? You can tell me no. I’ll leave right now.”

“I’m…good.” The consideration helped me shove all thoughts of his reputation into a tiny box in the back of my brain. My hesitation had brought about him, releasing his grip on me. I gripped his shirt and tugged him into the house. Scully went to her bed at a quick word from me.

Briggs followed me through the small living room and kitchen to the bedroom. He paused when I tried to tug him onto the bed. His gentle hold on my wrist pulled my gaze to him. “Moorely. Are you sure?”

I didn’t want his hesitation to crack open my box of doubt. “I—hold on.”

“Okay. Tell me to stop and—”

“Not that.” I nudged the dimmer switch enough to get a little light in the room so I could see his face, and he could see mine. Before he could utter another word, I lifted my shirt over my head. I was sans underwear since I’d expected to be at home alone all night.

He clearly appreciated the fact, as his eyes immediately dropped to my breasts. Heat darkened his gaze, and he actually licked his lips. Heat pooled, and I clenched my thighs at the growing need. I hadn’t realized such a simple gesture could be so sexy.

“I want this.” No need to mention I’d wanted it for years. I knew this would be a one-night stand, and I would bury that knowledge, never to be revisited.

His fingers trailed up along my side until he cupped a breast in his hand. He licked his lips again. “Damn, those nipples are begging for attention, aren’t they?”

I couldn’t bother to answer as his lips closed over the bud. His tongue flicked across the peak, and I moaned deep. Need coursed through me, a desperation for more filling me. I tugged on his shirt. He released me long enough to get it off.

As he turned his attention to the other nipple, his hands slid under my waistband. He stopped short, straightening to meet my gaze.

“I thought I’d be home alone.”

He groaned. “Fuck.”

My chuckle stuttered to a stop when his hand cupped me between my thighs. I arched back, desperate for any friction.

“You’re nice and wet for me already, aren’t you?” Warm kisses trailed along my neck until he captured my lips. Two fingers slid deep into me. The shock of pleasure had me lifting on my toes. Fuck, I needed so much more.

A twinge of pain skittered across my scalp when his hand fisted into my hair, tugging my head back to gain better access to my neck. A low moan rumbled through me. I barely caught enough breath to whisper, “More. I need more.”

He obliged with another finger, his thumb pressing into my clit. His fingers slid in and out almost lazily, hooked to catch me in all the right ways.

My calves hit the edge of the bed before I realized he’d been slowly moving us that way. I gratefully obliged to lie down at his gentle urging. I failed in my attempt to pull him closer. Instead, he dropped to his knees before me. With one hand, he pulled my shorts down.

His eyes held mine as he leaned in to replace the pressure of his thumb with his mouth. One good suck and the hook of his fingers had my back bowing off the bed. He was relentless, teasing, tugging, and sucking until I cried out with my release.

My muscles trembled as he rose. His fingers trailed along my lips before dipping in, the taste of myself sending me into a low moan. “Randall.”

“Tell me what you want.” He hovered low over me. The warmth of his body covering mine. The damn denim is still between us.

“I need you in me.”

He was gone in a flash, stripping out of his jeans and boxers. His dick was as impressive as the man in front of me. Nice and thick, hard and ready. All for me. In a haze of lust, I reached for him.

There was no hesitation on his part. He lifted one of my legs as he moved forward.

The moment our bodies touched; clarity hit me. “Condom.”

He stilled. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and I worried for a minute I’d ruined the entire thing. A low curse carried on the air. “I didn’t bring one. I didn’t expect. Shit. It’s fine, I can—”

I clamped my hand over his mouth to stop his rambling before he killed the mood. “Bathroom. Bottom drawer. I should have a couple.” Thank the Gods I’d taken to carrying some on our girls’ nights for my friends, and occasionally myself when we needed to.

He returned less than a minute later, already sliding the condom over his length. His body arced toward me in a graceful, predatory move. My body moved to accommodate him. I couldn’t keep my breath from hitching as his tip pressed against my entrance. I whined when he held himself there.

“Look at me, beautiful.”

My eyes caught onto his. One powerful thrust had him filling me completely. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in. Heat coursed through me and I would have cursed that he held still if it wasn’t such a delicious torture.

Slow and steady, he drew back only to thrust in again.

“More,” I cried out my impatience. Briggs didn’t disappoint, thrusting faster and deeper. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, my heels digging into his ass as he gripped mine to lift it. Each thrust grew faster, deeper.

My body tensed as the pleasure built. The first wave hit like a thunderclap. I screamed, my hands fisting the comforter.

Briggs didn’t stop. His thumb skated over my clit before pushing down. Lights flashed across my vision, my body clamping down on him. His growl verged on animalistic as he came, one hand squeezing my ass hard.

My body turned to jelly as the tremors eased. Briggs rolled us to the side, keeping me clutched close to him. I thought for sure he’d clean up and take off.

Instead, he sighed into my hair. “That…was incredible. Want to do it again?”

I giggled so hard I snorted. “Don’t you guys need recovery time or something? I mean, I know you’re always horny, but you need to recover.”

“Yeah, and I need to get another condom. I should have taken the rest from the box.”

I curled into him, glad I had wrapped my leg around him to keep him close. “In a few minutes. I don’t think my body wants you to leave just yet.”

“If I could, I’d stay buried in this pussy forever.”

And that both warmed my heart more than it should and broke it. Because he couldn’t, and wouldn’t. Once he went home, it would be on to the next girl. I’d be a memory.

“Hey. Where’d you just go?” He tucked a finger under my chin, dragging my gaze to his.

“Nowhere.”

“Liar.”

“You can’t stay here.”

“I can for tomorrow, and I want to.”