Page 6 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

Six

Sierra

My legs were still shaking, but I tried to disguise the fact that this man had just wrecked my entire world.

Holy fucking shit. I didn’t even know that’s what getting eaten out could feel like, let alone how hot it would be to have him insist on using my thighs as earmuffs.

I wasn’t exactly a small, delicate fairy. Never had been. I was six feet tall and built like what I was — a D1 volleyball player with thighs that could crush egos and a serve that left bruises.

I was strong. Solid. Intimidating, even. And for some reason, that had always made guys treat me like I was too much.

Too tall. Too intense. Too something .

No one had ever looked at me and wanted all of that. Wanted me to take up space. To own it. Like he wanted me to use his face as a fucking chair.

Well, shit.

It was just another reminder that I’d been playing in the wrong league, surrounding myself with shallow boys who liked the idea of me better than the reality.

The ones who wanted the version of me I packaged neatly for the world — the smiling, polished, overachieving golden girl.

Queen Bee. Miss Predictable. Perfect.

But they never wanted the real me. The loud parts. The sharp parts. The parts that wouldn’t shrink down to fit someone else’s comfort zone. I’d twisted myself into knots trying to be palatable. And for what?

I would never settle again.

And God, I loathed myself for ever thinking I had to. The worst part wasn’t that they hadn’t seen me. It was that I’d let them get away with it.

That I’d let myself believe I had to tone it down to be loved. That kind of self-betrayal was the most pathetic part of all.

Dom smirked up at me, thoroughly pleased with himself. To be honest, I couldn’t blame him at all. So far, he had kept his promises. Time to find out if he could follow it through to the end.

“I think you’ll find that I keep my promises — always.”

So damn cocky. And yet… not wrong.

With effortless ease, he gripped my waist and lifted me, settling me higher on his chest. I let out a startled squeak, fingers digging into his shoulders to steady myself as the shift in balance caught me off guard.

“Have you made it your life’s mission to make me fall?”

“Funny you should say this…”

I slapped his shoulder lightly. “Ass.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” he laughed, brushing the hair from his forehead.

The strands of hair, which had been neatly gelled back before, hung wildly in his face after I had buried my hands in them. More than once.

“Of course I don’t.” I rolled my eyes, but the corners of my mouth twitched.

If I hadn’t been so intent on driving him out of his mind, I might have engaged in this banter a little longer. For a change, I decided to let my selfish side take over tonight, and Dom didn’t seem to mind.

He must have read my face because his playful, arrogant grin disappeared. Looking up at me through hooded eyes, he grabbed my chin with one hand and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

“See how good you taste, Goddess? How will this ever be enough?” he whispered against my lips. “If you were my girl, I’d never fucking leave this pussy. I’d fuck you every chance I get, wake you up every morning with my cock. I’d live in this delicious little fuckhole.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” The words came flying out of my mouth before I had a chance to question myself.

We both froze for a moment, his eyes piercing my soul.

“Yeah?” The dark, hungry expression taking over his features shouldn’t have made my insides flutter. “You’d want that? Me fucking you in your sleep? Just taking you without asking?”

A deep, tortured groan rumbled through his chest as I bit my lower lip and slowly nodded. I’d never told anyone before that I’d always wanted to try something like that; it had always been a fantasy of mine.

Heat rose to my cheeks as his tongue parted my lips, fucking my mouth with it, just as he had done with my still throbbing pussy. His hand slid down my back to my breasts, cupping and kneading them, pinching my nipples. I arched my back, moaning, pressing into his touch, wanting more.

“Dom, I want you to fuck me. Now .”

Well, nobody said I was tongue-tied.

“I think there’s something in our way,” he said, flicking his eyes toward his briefs like they’d personally offended him.

I arched a single brow. “You want me to help with that?”

“I don’t want to, I crave it, Goddess. Please , end my agony.” He groaned dramatically.

I snorted. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly hard is more like it.”

Another eye roll, and I was about to slide down his torso when he grabbed my chin again, this time harder, more firmly. “Roll your eyes at me again, I dare you.”

“Or what?”

“Haven’t decided yet. Maybe I’ll lick your greedy little cunt without letting you come until your eyes are permanently rolled back.”

His fingers pinched my nipple, tugged at it, then moved back to my face, where he brushed his thumb over my lips.

“Or maybe I’ll decide not to let you come on my cock at all and instead dump my whole load all over your pretty face. I bet,” — he pulled me forward, bringing my ear right up to his lips — “you’d look stunning branded with my cum.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, then managed to regain my composure and straighten up. “I always look stunning.”

“Can’t argue with that.” His face turned serious for a moment, filled with sincerity.

Then the mischief crept back into his hazel eyes, which had darkened with lust. “Why else would you prefer such excellent company?”

He’d wipe the arrogant grin off his face; I’d see to it. I kissed a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down his neck, making him moan. Sliding down his chest until I was sitting on his lap, where I felt the full girth of his shaft for the first time.

Goddamn.

Greedily, I ground my pussy against him, his hips bucking and his lips parting.

“Aw, look at you, so eager to bury yourself inside me. Are you that needy?” I finally caught him off guard, the tips of his ears turning red. I grinned smugly. “Oh, it’s like that? How long has it been?” I playfully tapped him on the cheek with the palm of my hand.

Uh-oh . Wrong move.

Dom’s lips curled wickedly, his eyes darkened, and before I could even blink, he had flipped us over.

His massive shoulders loomed over me, that slutty chain dangling in my face, just like he promised. The tattoos on his skin were a disjointed haze in the semi-darkness as he drove his bulge into me.

“Long enough to give you a real fat load, Darlin’.”

“All talk, not much action.” Blinking innocently, I looked up at him.

Dom barked out a laugh. “You could’ve just said ya wanted me to pull my dick out.”

I rolled my eyes but only realized my mistake when he snapped his hips forward again and lowered himself down toward me. “Now that I think about it … say it. Say, Take your cock out for me, Dom .”

“Are you being—”

“Say. It.” He looked at me with raised eyebrows, my insides raging with conflict. I wanted to say it, but relinquishing control was so unfamiliar. Then my mind drifted back to what I’d promised myself for tonight.

Fuck it.

“Take your cock out for me, Dom.” My voice was a little sweeter than it probably needed to be, but he didn’t seem to mind when I gave him attitude. On the contrary.

With a shit-eating grin, he straightened up and climbed off the bed, where he hooked his thumbs into his boxer briefs. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Cocky bastard .

He looked me dead in the eye as he pulled the fabric down, and no matter how hard I tried to hold his gaze, my curiosity won out. My eyes drifted down, and I was transfixed.

Holy fucking shit. This thing was going to tear me apart.

Dom didn’t have the longest cock I’d ever seen, but fuck, it was thick . The sheer weight made it sag a little, even though he was rock hard.

“Umm, won’t we need lube to make this fit?” I blurted out.

Dom snorted. “Nah, you’re wet enough. Trust me.”

“Lord help me, I hope you know what you’re doing.”

He climbed back onto the bed, between my legs, and grabbed my chin. “I would never hurt you.”

And the terrifying thing? I believed him.

I gave this complete stranger something most people had to claw and scramble for — my trust. After years of learning the hard way that even the people who were supposed to protect you were capable of turning on you, I’d become fiercely protective of my trust.

My parents had taught me that lesson first. David just drove the point home.

But maybe that was why it felt safe with Dom.

He was a stranger. This was temporary. A one-night stand didn’t carry any real weight, no long-term stakes. I could give him a piece of myself and still walk away untouched.

At least, that’s what I told myself. I could let someone in, just for tonight.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Dom brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it forward and letting it snap back before claiming my mouth with his tongue. Arching my back, I pressed my stiff nipples against his smooth chest and ran my fingers up his arms.

His cock lay against my slippery folds, heavy and hot, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. My hand snaked down between our bodies, gripped his length — fucking hell, I couldn’t quite wrap my fingers around it — and placed his tip at my entrance.

“Aw, so impatient, Darlin’. Now, who’s needy?”

“You can’t wave that … thing around in front of me and think I’m going to restrain myself.”

Dom grinned smugly. “Feel free to elaborate.”

“Ha. Forget it. Time to make good on your promise, Hotshot.” I playfully smacked his side just as he leaned in to kiss me again, pressing his mouth quickly and smugly to mine.

He pulled back a little, his eyes narrowing with a spark of mischief. “Not that I’m complaining, but… I wasn’t exactly expecting to get lucky tonight. I didn’t bring anything to wrap it up.”

I tilted my chin, heat crawling up my neck and rising to my cheeks.

“I’m on the pill,” I murmured against his lips.

He exhaled once — a low, deliberate sound — then smiled, slow and dangerous.