Page 94 of Dear Mr. Brody
I reached back, slipping a finger inside myself, and held onto his shoulder with my other hand for balance. My head tipped forward, my mouth opening on a silent gasp as I prepped myself for him. His curious fingers followed mine, and when I looked up again, I pulled out, letting him fuck me with his finger. I dropped my mouth to his, hungry for the taste of his tongue as he unknowingly brushed against my prostate.
“Ahh… fuck,” I panted. “Right there, Van.”
He pressed against it again, and now I was the one whimpering. One finger became two, then three. My entire body thrummed with need as he stretched me. I had to grab his wrist, stopping him before I came too soon.
“I think I’m ready,” I said and dragged my teeth across his lower lip.
He moved his hands back to his favorite spot on my hips, his eyes hazy with lust. I kept my hold on his shoulder as I positioned myself over him. Van dropped one of his hands and wrapped it around the base of his cock. His jaw pulsed as I lowered my body, his gaze fixed between us as he guided himself inside me. I breathed through the initial sting, until he broke past the first ring of muscle. He grit his teeth, his gray eyes dark and hungry as our bodies melded together. Fully seated inside me, he reached up, caressing my jaw with his thumb, the pressure of it almost bruising as he claimed my mouth with a forceful kiss. I tried to move my hips, needing to feel him, but he held me in place with a firm grip.
“Wait.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Or I’ll come.”
I breathed, a laugh itching at my lips. “I’m that good?”
“Too fucking good.”
“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted. “Without a condom.”
He met my gaze. “No?” I shook my head, loving the smile forming on his lips. “A first for both of us, then.”
I started to move, and his nails dug into the flesh of my ass. I hoped I’d still be able to feel the sharp bite of it in the morning.
“Slow,” he whispered, and I held his shoulders as his mouth met mine.
I pushed all my desire into this kiss, trying to pace my body, focus on his tongue and how it danced with mine, how each breath he took became one of mine. How his skin was silk under my fingertips, how the heat of his body, like his breath, was my heat too. Van snapped his hips, driving into me again and again, and I grunted as I held on with everything I had. He lifted me, pushing me down onto my back. The whole “taking it slow concept” no longer applied, apparently. I was okay with that. Van teased my hole with the head of his dick, painting it, marking it with his pre-come before sinking back into me. He grabbed my thighs, pushing in at the perfect angle, and I arched my back. My toes tingled as he pounded into me, every loud groan I elicited egged him on. Van leaned down, a single drop of sweat dripped down his cheek to his lips, the salty taste of him bursting over my tongue as he kissed me. I bucked my hips, getting closer, my dick pinned to my stomach as he rocked into me. His mouth was savage, showing me a side of him I didn’t think existed. He bit my neck, and my shoulder as I told him I needed more, told him how close I was, how I wanted him to fill me up.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out, only to fill me up again.
A needy moan poured past my lips, and I tried to reach for my dick.
He leaned back, granting me access, and fucked into me harder and faster as he watched me jack myself off. I came first, crying out, my neck straining as my head fell onto the mattress. My orgasm seemed to never end. It splashed hot against my skin, my legs shaking as Van’s eyes locked on mine. I raised my head, wanting to watch him while he fucked me. He said my name, Parker, Parker, Parker, his head lulling backward as he groaned. His hips jerked, uncoordinated as he flooded my body with the heat of his release.
“Van. Look at me.”
He raised his eyes, emptying inside me, taking up a space that only belonged to him. His face marked with pink, his wild hair, his stormy eyes, his tight jaw, his swollen lips, his strong hands, all of it, I wanted to keep it inside of me too. Out of breath, he tried to slide over to the mattress.
“Not yet.” I raised my hand and he leaned down. With my palm on the back of his neck, I pulled him to my chest. His cock half soft inside me, I kissed him. It was sloppy and sated, and we both laughed when I licked his nose. “I think I could get used to bottoming.”
Our slick skin stuck together as he pressed against me, mess and all. After a couple of seconds, his smile faded into something more serious and bewildered. “Sex has never been… I mean, it’s been…” He sighed, exasperated. “It’s never felt like this.”
“Like what?” I asked and hid my wince as he pulled out.
Van rested on his side, and I turned to face him. He touched my cheek, and I pushed the sweaty strands of hair off his forehead. “This was different.”
“Because I’m a guy?”
“That,” he said and smiled. “And it was… I can’t think of how to explain it.”
“Because I’m the best. You’re never fucking a woman again. Parker is the god of all things dick?” I bit back a smile when he blushed and scrubbed a palm over his face. “Is any of that fitting the bill?”
His shoulders shook as he chuckled. “You’re so humble.”
“I try.”
“This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been,” he said, and the urge I had to tease him vanished. “Even with Lanie, when we first started dating, it didn’t feel like this. Maybe it was because we were just kids, and the gravity of it all wasn’t there. And over time, things changed… faded. But every time I’m with you I feel like I’m chasing this feeling, and it’s big, Parker. And tonight… I finally caught up to it. I’ve never felt this good. Ever.”
I wanted to make another joke. Tell him he was dick drunk. Make it seem like what happened wasn’t that big of a deal. But it would be a lie. Because I’d never felt this good either.
When I didn’t immediately respond, Van fell onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Did I say too much? I said too much. I do that and—”