Page 5 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

Five

Dom

She didn’t know what she was doing to me, and I was already too far gone.

I hastily diverted my attention back in front of me before I made a complete ass of myself and ruined our night by falling flat on my fucking face.

We skidded around a corner and came to a jolting halt outside my door. It opened with a beep as I held the card in front of the reader, and we hustled inside.

“That was close,” she huffed, putting a hand over her heart.

“Not used to living on the dangerous side, huh?” The corner of my mouth twitched as the door clicked shut behind us.

“Shut up.” Her voice was softer than her words.

“What do you want me to do, occupy my mouth with something else?”

“Let’s see what you’ve got, then.”

Taking a second to gently drop all of our things I’d somehow managed to fit into my hands by the door, I straightened. Every nerve ending lit up, my body buzzing with energy — and a sharp, almost visceral need for her.

Sierra’s cocky smirk ignited something inside of me, making me wrap my hand around her throat, pushing her up against the door.

“Stay.” I commanded, before dragging her dripping dress over her head. A tougher task than I’d initially assumed since the fabric clung stubbornly to her skin.

It landed on the floor with a wet sound before I dropped to my knees, and I threw one of her legs over my shoulder. The sweet scent of her cunt hit me as she opened her legs for me.

I took in the scent of her arousal, pressing my nose right against her clit, still covered by her pale purple thong. She squealed in shock as I took hold of the back of her other leg and tossed it over my other shoulder as well.

One of Sierra’s hands latched onto my hair while the other tried in vain to find purchase on the smooth door.

Her thighs squeezed around my head as if trying to smother me, but I fucking loved this shit.

Wrap your legs around my head, my Goddess, make me your subject. From this day forward and for all eternity, I would worship her until she drove me away.

“I can smell you, Darlin’. I can smell your wet pussy. Can’t wait to taste you.”

Nose pressed to the lace, I inhaled deeply and appreciatively, filling my lungs with her sweet scent. I ran the tip of my nose over the spot where she needed me most, enjoying her responding and breathless gasp.

“I’m waiting.”

I paused for a moment, head tipped to one side. What a fucking brat . With a soft chuckle, I bit the delicate skin on her inner thigh, sucking on it until a mark was visible.

“Still waiting.”

My eyebrows shot up, and I tilted my head back. “For what exactly?”

“I didn’t think I’d have to explain this to you. Maybe you’re unable to deliver after all?”

I smiled against her smooth skin.

Fuck, I loved a challenge .

“Good girls get what they want. I believe I asked you something pretty simple.” With a single finger, I traced the edge of her thong, ever so gently, feather-light. “Now, be a good fucking girl and tell me what exactly it is you’re waiting for.”

My finger slipped under the thong and let it flick against her.

“You—you… ugh! I’m waiting for you to finally eat my pussy.”

“There you go, Darlin’. Ain’t that hard now, was it?”

“You arrogant, pompous—”

Before she could finish her sentence, I sucked her clit into my mouth. The fabric of her underwear was an unwelcome barrier between us, but I could still taste the first hint of her sweetness on my tongue.

Fuck. She tasted even better than she smelled.

I drew back to shoot her a smug look. “You were saying? Now be a good girl and push that thong to the side for me, hm?”

Defiance sparkled in her eyes, causing me to raise my brows, daring her to disobey me. When she hesitated for a beat too long, I twisted my head to the side and bit the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

“Shit!” she yelped.

I swiped my tongue over the marks my teeth had left. “Should’ve listened. Don’t make me ask again.”

With trembling fingers, she finally pushed the wet fabric to the side.

As soon as her glistening pussy was exposed, I dove in, a groan vibrating through my chest.

“Y-you arrogant, pom-pom … fuck, that feels good.” Her fingernails dug into my scalp, but I welcomed the biting pain, reveled in it.

”What a delicious little cunt. Goddamn, Goddess, you taste fucking incredible.” Every few words I dove back in, sucking, lapping up her juices as if I were starving.

“Less talking, more licking, Hotshot.”

Fuck me. Had someone given her a manual?

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I smirked briefly against her heated flesh, then plunged my tongue into her entrance a few times without warning, then went back to sucking on her sensitive bundle of nerves. My fingers were digging into her ass, kneading and pulling her cheeks apart.

Sue me, I was an ass guy and always would be.

“Mmm, damn, Hotshot. If you keep this up, I’m going to come on your face, not your cock.”

Despite her words, she’d lost some bravado with the choppy way she spouted them. “Why not both?”

I let go of her for a moment, licking her arousal from my lips. “If you wanna come on my face, you’re gonna have to ride it.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“Guess for you to unwrap those gorgeous legs from my face and move your hot little ass to the bed.” I raised an eyebrow at her.

The grip of her thighs around me loosened, and I carefully placed her feet back on the floor, pulling her into a kiss once I had straightened up again. My hands were buried in her hair as my tongue swiped over hers. “See how good you taste?”

A choked moan was her answer. Running a hand down her back, I slapped her ass.

“C’mon, hop in bed. Want you on my face.”

The room was dimly lit, the bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow, painting her skin with gold and shadow. I didn’t like to bother housekeeping too much, so the bedsheets were rumpled from my previous two nights there, creased and warm with the imprint of my body still on the mattress.

Thankfully, I hadn’t brought enough clothes to make the place look like a disaster zone. Just the essentials. As I walked to the bed, I nudged a dirty T-shirt toward my suitcase with my foot. The low hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet with a steady drone.

Shoving the damp fabric of my jeans down my legs, I turned to face her. She was still wearing her dress, shoved up round her waist, and underwear as I let myself fall backwards onto the bed. The frame groaned slightly under my weight; I guess standard hotel beds weren’t quite built for my size.

My cock was rock-hard, heavy, and throbbing in my soaking briefs. There was no doubt that they would leave a wet patch on the bed.

Fuck it. I’d take care of that shit later. I stroked it with one hand over my briefs, raising an eyebrow playfully. She hesitated, still halfway between the door and the bed, her expression indecipherable.

“Darlin’, it’s too late to get cold feet now. I’ve had a taste of your delicious cunt. There’s no way I’m just gonna let you go now. You’re coming on my face at least once.”

Sierra chuckled softly. “Oh yeah? And what about that?” She jerked her chin in the direction of my dick, which was straining against the cotton.

“I’ll live. But there’s nothing stopping me from delivering a perfect ending to your night.”

“Fuck that, we’re both going to have our perfect ending.”

Whatever seemed to have been bothering her had slipped away, replaced by wild abandon. Within mere seconds, she stood stripped naked in front of me, and I almost choked on my own spit.

I had known she would be perfect, but this sight was beyond anything I could have imagined. A perfect hourglass figure, perky tits sitting high with the most suckable, rosy nipples, and that trimmed blonde hair above her pussy — perfection in human form.

A goddess, my goddess, incarnate.

“Do you have any fucking idea how perfect you are?” Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes for a moment to compose myself before I would end things far too prematurely.

The mattress dipped under her weight as Sierra knelt over my lap, her skin still a little cool from our impromptu swim.

“Fuck!” I groaned as her bare pussy landed on my achingly throbbing length.

“That’s the idea, Hotshot. I’m glad you’re catching on, too.”

Sierra was grinding on me, her hips gyrating, and the blonde strands, now drying in waves, were still dripping water down on me every so often. Each drop was like a tiny surge of electricity, making me involuntarily buck my hips up.

“I’m not just catching on, Goddess. I’m the motherfucking playmaker.” With confident hands, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up my torso until her knees were on either side of my head, coaxing a sharp gasp. “You wanna come? Then take a seat .”

Sierra hesitated, hovering over my face. I could smell her pussy, could see how soaking wet she was, and it drove me to the brink of madness, my self-control as thin as a dollar-store paper napkin.

I delivered a sharp slap to her ass. “Sit. Down.”

“But I — well, I’m not exactly tiny.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed. For once, my neck doesn’t hurt from having to look down. So?”

“So … I’m probably not as light as you think I am.”

I scoffed, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and dug my fingers into them.

“Don’t insult me, Darlin’. I can see this cunt weeping for me, so be a good girl and sit down .” My tone was sharp, but for a split second, I questioned if I’d miscalculated by speaking to her like this.

Then she spread her legs wide as her soaked pussy lowered suddenly onto my face. I groaned as every single one of my senses was consumed by her.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard. Now show me how badly you want to come. Fucking earn it,” I growled against her dripping opening before diving in. I flattened my tongue and licked a path from her tight little asshole to her swollen clit.

Slowly, tentatively, her hips began to rock, and it wasn’t long before she was riding my face. As I licked up every drop of her arousal like it was my source of existence.

My fingers slowly crept further and further inwards, starting to ever so lightly caress the sensitive skin there.

“Fuck, Hotshot!”

I doubled down, fucking her with my tongue as my fingers danced dangerously close to her asshole, never touching it. Sierra’s legs trembled, her hips gyrating against my face, her juices dripping like honey into my mouth, running down my chin. She was soaked.

“Goddamn, that feels good. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!” Her voice sounded desperate, which told me two things — one, it wouldn’t be long before she would come apart on my tongue, and two, it had clearly been too long since she’d been handled like this.

Unacceptable . My goddess should come every day, be spoiled like this every day.

“You beg so prettily,” I murmured, smirking as I switched back to her clit. I could feel her pussy clenching around nothing over and over again.

“Shut—oh my God!” I sucked her clit into my mouth, let go, flicked it with the tip of my tongue, and repeated the spiel. Over and over, until I finally had to grip her hips to keep her still.

“Holy fucking shit, what are you doing to me, Hotshot?”

My cock twitched, greedy to get my turn. Sierra was almost there, her moans growing louder and louder, which was my cue that she had relinquished control.

I released her just long enough to grunt, “Play with your nipples for me, Goddess.”

Her groan as I sucked on her swollen nub at the same time as she plucked her pebbled peaks told me everything I needed to know. My hips bucked up into thin air, and my balls tightened as she ground her delicious cunt more firmly against me.

I sucked harder, feasting on her, when suddenly her thighs tensed and clamped around my head, trembling. Breathing was overrated anyway. I would happily drown in her; the loud, husky moans were music to my ears.

“Oh, fuck yes! Oh my God, I’m coming!” My hands still on her hips, I fought to hold Sierra in position, determined to fuck her through this orgasm with my tongue.

Her pussy rubbed against my face, spreading her arousal all over it, while I had to clench my abs to hold on to my control.

With a few open-mouthed kisses to capture any residue of her climax, I lifted her slightly. “Fuck, you came so beautifully for me, Goddess.”

Sierra’s breathing was labored as she sat back on my chest and peered down at me. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair like a wild halo. I licked my lips and flashed her a wolfish smile.

“Well, let’s find out what you’re really made of, Hotshot.”