Текст книги "The Scheme"

Автор книги: Mia Kayla

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 7 (всего у книги 18 страниц)

EIGHT

BRIAN

We ended up in the Meatpacking District at Enclave Night Club. The line stretched out the door and down the block, but Kendy used her ever-charming voice and hot body to get us in, totally bypassing the line.

She knew how to work it. She oozed sex appeal, but it was subtle, not annoying. One look from the tattooed bouncer had him practically drooling at her feet. She had a way with words, I was coming to find out.

We rushed straight to the bar, me leading her through the crowd to a spot where we could both fit against the masses. An hour later, we had downed multiple drinks. I’d lost count of the exact number. She kept ordering, and I kept buying. We laughed, chugging back and repeating. I didn’t mind, as long as I kept seeing that smile on her face and her mind far away from Stiff.

I tossed out my one-liner jokes, her laughter fueling me to keep them coming. I didn’t even know where I was coming up with half of this shit, but it was working, and that was all that mattered.

After a couple of hours, her eyes were glossed over. “I’m going to get my dance on,” she said¸ downing her drink and moving through the crowd.

She ended up on the raised box by the DJ, dancing next to another woman. Without a doubt, Kendy outdid this woman in looks, stature, and with her moves. I watched a group of guys congregate below her, their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths as the strobe lights hit her face and showcased her alluring body. My jaw tensed as an overpowering jealousy surged through me.

Her eyes fell shut as she swayed and moved to the music. The men were like moths to a flame, and slowly, she had her own fan club of dudes vying for her attention.

The music was bumping, and I leaned against the bar. The black skirt she was wearing clung to her body like saran wrap, inching up her thighs with each bounce.

I tipped back my beer and ordered another. When I turned around, a guy had made his way behind her, forcing the other woman down from the small box. They were grinding to the music as their bodies meshed together. I watched the strobe lights flicker across her face. The glow made her look like she was the star of a show. My jaw locked when she molded her ass against the man behind her. He seemed to enjoy it. Who wouldn’t?

But when his hands made their way around her ass and to her inner thigh, I slammed my beer bottle on the counter. Screw this.

Suddenly, Kendy froze and her eyes popped open in shock. She shifted toward him, looking like she was spitting words at him as I barreled through the crowd. I could read her face as the strobe lights flashed on her angry features.

When she hopped off the box, he jumped behind her and grabbed her wrist. She jerked her hand away, and I was a foot away and about to step in between them when I saw something I’d never seen before.

I widened my eyes when Kendy reached down, grabbed him by the balls, and twisted.

His face registered pain.

“Bitch!” he yelped.

“Pinky dick!” she yelled back. “I can’t even cop a feel down there.”

Just before he took a step toward her, I blocked his path. “Get the fuck away from her, asshole.”

I gestured for him to leave, but he stood there for a moment, looking indecisive. I fisted my hands at my sides, ready for action if he decided to try to take me down. No way in hell was there going to be a repeat of the stitches incident.

His eyes met mine, sizing me up. A second later, he must’ve thought better of it, because he cast her a glare and turned to walk away.

Pussy.

I shook my head and glanced back at her. “Get a good feel there?” I was trying to make light of the situation, but I hated to think what would’ve happened had I not been here.

I doubted Kendy’s reaction would’ve been any different.

“Yeah, fucker thought he could touch what wasn’t his. I was going to rip his dick off and feed it to him.” Her angry eyes narrowed and flickered toward the guy who was now making his way to a new target.

I didn’t want to lecture her, but the words flew out anyway. “I know you can take care of yourself, but don’t be too brave when you’re alone.” Maybe it was the big brother in me, or maybe it was the adrenaline spike. I couldn’t tell. All I knew was I didn’t want anything to happen to her.

She shrugged one shoulder, unbothered. “Okay.” And then a small smile appeared as she grabbed my hand. “Let’s dance.” She moved us through the mass of bodies on the dance floor. “I’m not letting that guy or Dr. Hot Pants ruin my night. I’m still determined to have a good time.”

When she found us a perfect spot, she placed her hands on my shoulders and crushed her breasts against my chest. The room was already warm, but our sexual magnetism turned up the heat level to scorching hot.

My hands slowly fell to her waist as her hips moved and dipped to the music. When the beat changed, she turned around and ground her ass against me. I followed her lead, our bodies in sync, and instantly I hardened. God, this girl was going to be the death of me.

I pulled her flush against me, and she turned back around and wrapped her hands around my neck. Her skirt hitched up a tad as my hands drifted to her stomach, inching to the bareness of her back, kneading her silky skin.

This woman was intoxicating, and I was powerless to resist her.

When she lifted her head as an invitation to kiss her, I did, different than before, with more urgency as my mouth covered hers hungrily.

She gripped my hair as our bodies meshed together. She tasted like peaches. Sweet, succulent peaches. I tilted her head to go deeper, sliding my tongue against hers, and she moaned into my mouth as her breaths deepened.

She was riding me on the dance floor, her core against my dick, which throbbed and begged to break free. I couldn’t think clearly. I wanted to take her somewhere secluded to satisfy my need. Doing this girl would be a complication, but hell, I wanted her bad.

***

KENDY

Oh, God.

His kiss was overwhelming, addicting, and making my body tingle. From the goose bumps on my neck, to the shivers up my spine and the wetness in my panties. It had been a seven-month dry spell, and I needed water to quench this thirst, if only for a night.

Brian wasn’t just a warm body; he was flipping hotter than the devil himself.

Somewhere, a little tiny voice reminded me why we were here—to get the doctor jealous—but my brain was mush. His lips against mine and his hands roaming over my body were making me lose focus. Any semblance of an earlier plan vanished in my drunken state. My body turned liquid beneath his hold. My raging hormones rushed to the surface as I molded against him.

His arousal pressed against my stomach, which only fueled the hungry fiend inside me. I needed release. Bad.

All I heard was the beat of the music, saw the flash of the strobe lights, and felt the heat of his lips, his tongue moving against mine. I reached down and rubbed against his jeans. He was at full attention, ready for me, and, God, was I ready for him.

I didn’t care there was a massive amount of people in the club, watching me give this guy a hand job. Shoot, they all probably wanted one, too. Besides, the place was dark. I doubted anyone knew what we were doing.

“Damn, you’re sexy,” he said huskily.

His words raised the heat inside me. I didn’t think that was remotely possible. My body was already on fire.

I wanted him to touch me, too. As if reading my mind, his hand trailed slowly from my waist to my hip to my bare outer thighs, pulling at the fabric. My ass cheeks were almost hanging out. It was the cutest but hottest thing, like he didn’t want me exposed for everyone to see, though I didn’t care.

He pulled my skirt down and gripped my ass through my clothes, pulling me flush against his length. My breath hitched and my pulse went haywire.

He ground himself against me, and I could tell he was well endowed, even with his pants on. I pulled back, bit my lip, and locked eyes with his as my breathing turned shallow. It was game over, because this man was going to feel the ‘Power of the P’ tonight.

“Let’s get out of here.” I dragged him through the crowd and into the fresh outdoors. My insides tingled with anticipation as my thighs rubbed together, ready for him to take me.

The horns of the cabs blared in the background, but I still knew nothing but his hand in mine.

My lips parted as he pulled me to the corner and raised his hand. “My place.” His voice was strong with urgency as he hugged me close. I rubbed my aching breasts against his chest, needing the friction. No other words were spoken as he hailed us a cab.

We jumped in the back seat and, as soon as he sat down, I straddled him, rubbing against his length as my skirt inched up my thighs, making my panties even wetter.

After he recited his address to the cab driver, my lips connected with the pulsing hollow of his throat and then trailed to outline his ear with my tongue.

I fisted his hair as our lips collided, my tongue tasting, flicking, and exploring the recesses of his mouth. My breathing was labored as I dry humped him in the back of the car, making out like we were teenagers at a drive-in.

The cabbie didn’t even try to stop us. This was probably common in Manhattan at two a.m.

I tugged at his hair, pulled his head back, and saw pure lust in his eyes. “F-T-F-ing,” I said breathlessly, riding him as though we were at the rodeo.

He tried to kiss me, but I pulled him back, tugging harder at the ends of his hair. I needed him to agree. I didn’t need complications. Not when he wasn’t part of my ultimate plan.

I couldn’t afford to hurt him, so we could only do this if he knew this was purely physical. “No complications. Friends that fuck. That’s it. We’re F-T-F-ing.”

I stilled, hoping he’d give me the answer I needed to hear. If he didn’t, I thought my insides would blow. The bunny vibrator I had at home would not be able to fill me the way I knew only he could.

“Yes,” he breathed, making my whole body sing. Then I smiled at him and crashed my lips against his. I’d just given him a deal every man wanted.

***

BRIAN

I would’ve said yes to anything. If she’d asked me if I was an alien from outer-fucking-space, it wouldn’t have mattered. The answer would’ve been yes. I wanted this woman bad. My body had never screamed for release louder, especially as she rode me in the back of this cab.

I need to get home. Quick.

I threw the driver a bill. It could’ve been a fifty for all I knew.

Kendy’s legs were wrapped around me as I carried her, holding her by the ass up two flights of stairs.

“Keys?”

“In my pocket,” I said, moving my lips to her neck. Damn, she tasted so good. I’d bet my next paycheck she tasted like heaven everywhere else, too.

She giggled as she reached into my pocket. I sucked and flicked my tongue against her neck, tasting the salt on her skin as I kneaded her ass with my hands. Her scent was intoxicating, and it didn’t help the major hard-on I was rocking.

When she turned the knob, I almost lost my footing, but shifted to grip her ass to get a better hold. She laughed again as our eyes connected. Damn, she was hot, even all giggly.

As we stepped through the door, she dropped the keys on the floor, and I strode toward my bedroom.

***

KENDY

When my feet connected with the carpet of his room, I felt bereft, missing being connected to him, though we were only a foot apart. He slammed the door behind him, kicked off his shoes, and lifted the back of his shirt over his head, flinging it to the side.

At once, that empty space between us was filled as he pulled me in and kissed me, sending a current of shock straight to my core. We went at it again, his tongue in my mouth, his hands groping me through my clothes, and his body meshing into mine. The sensual friction caused my insides to heat to immeasurable temperatures, and my heart hammered in my ears.

I fiddled with the button of his jeans as he backed me up until I felt the foot of his bed hit the back of my knees.

He pulled at my dress, caressing me through the fabric, wanting it off. Our movements were uninhibited, erratic.

My impatience grew as I tore off his jeans and gripped his hardness. When his dick popped free from his boxers, my eyes widened, causing a hot ache between my legs. Holy shit, he was huge.

One of my boobs hung out of my dress and he caressed it, flicking his thumb against my nipple. In the next second, he circled my nipple with his tongue, sucking, tasting, and teasing it with his mouth,

My head fell back in utter ecstasy. “Oh, God,” I moaned. I closed my eyes as his lips warmed my flesh.

I needed him to stop. Now. Before he made me come and I couldn’t feel him inside me.

I pulled at his hair to meet his eyes. “Where are your condoms?”

“Patience is a virtue, Kendy.” His mouth was saying one thing, but his body said another as he shoved my dress and underwear to the floor.

“I left patience at the club.” I tugged his boxers down his legs, dropped to my knees, and took his length inside my mouth.

He gasped, his hands gripping the back of my head as his fingers threaded through my hair. I smiled, wondering where his patience was now.

“Fuuuuck.” He closed his eyes and threw back his head.

My legs parted slightly as a shiver coursed through my body. I’d never heard him swear before. Not like all guys had to swear, but coming out of Brian’s mouth, it made him that much hotter.

I took him in fast, feeling his tip at the back of my throat, and sucked his hardness.

Our eyes locked as I peered up at him. His look was filled with desire so strong, I needed him undone. Thank the heavens I didn’t have a gag reflex.

“Damn, baby.” He pulled my hair to the side as I continued to suck up and down his length, my lips beginning to numb from the motions. “You’re going . . . you’re going to make me bust.” His voice shook like he was hanging onto his last thread of control.

Even on my knees, I knew he was at my mercy. I was pretty sure I could have made him come in my mouth, but I needed release, too.

He tugged me up, and I let him take the lead. My breathing was labored as he grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling me against him. I needed him inside me.

“I want to fuck you,” I said, flicking my tongue at the rim of his ear. “Hard.”

His hands locked on my chin, forcing me to look at him in the most intimate stare. “You want it hard, baby?”

My insides jolted with excitement, and my thighs tightened with anticipation. “Hard and fast.” It was the only way I knew, the only way I had liked it since Cole.

I kissed him firmly in response as his fingertips dug into my thigh and his length pressed against my stomach. He pulled back to reach into the side table for a condom. Not breaking our eye contact, he tore the package open with one side of his mouth.

I plucked the condom from his hands and disposed of the package. “Let me,” I said with the most seductive look I could give him.

***

BRIAN

I loved her hands on me, her mouth on me. I wanted her like she was my next steak dinner. I hadn’t had sex in a while, and I was about to combust any second. It had taken all my self-restraint to not come undone in her mouth.

This woman was hotter than most models walking the runway, and I’d dated some hot ones before. Our breathing turned erratic as she dropped her hands to roll the condom on me. The next second, I lifted her by the waist and felt her wetness rub against my stomach.

When I moved us to the edge of my bed and she fell back, I kneeled in front of her, needing to be inside her. Her eyes widened, and I stopped because she stiffened. I froze for a second, reading something in her eyes. Fear? The panic in her normally soft features alarmed me. I sensed a shift in the mood, but before I could read further, a small seductive smile crept up her face, as though she had shaken it off and I had imagined the utter dread from moments ago.

“I don’t like being on the bottom. I can’t come on the bottom,” she said, pushing me to sit.

Without warning, she lowered herself on me before the loudest moan escaped my mouth. And I was a done man.

***

KENDY

“Oh, God,” I screamed.

He felt so good, so right as I bounced on him. My eyes closed and my head fell back in utter ecstasy. He cupped one of my breasts with one hand and took it into his mouth. The buildup in my core and the tingling in my spine intensified as I rode up and down his length.

It was all too much to take in as I leaned back and dug my fingertips into his thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said huskily, his hands pressing against my ass and moving me up and down his cock.

I couldn’t say a thing. I was on the brink of overflowing. A few more seconds and I felt myself tipping over, a full-on orgasm rocking my entire body. I bit down on his shoulder, breaking skin as he pumped harder and faster. The contractions shook my body in the best orgasm I’d felt in ages.

When my orgasm died down, I fell on top of him, utterly exhausted as my heart still pounded in my chest. His cock was still hard as a rock inside me as he lifted me by the waist, flipped me around, pushed me on all fours, entering me from behind.

“Oh, God,” I screamed again, feeling his thickness fill me as a delicious heat spread throughout my body.

“You want it hard?” He reached down and massaged my clit as he continued to pound into me.

He pulled back and then rammed into me, making my teeth jolt and my stomach clench. He repeated the motion again and again, causing that familiar build up I had felt just moments ago to return. Panting, he moved faster, less controlled, more inconsistent, until I knew he was this close to coming.

“Come,” he moaned against my ear, dropping to my back as he moved inside me. “Now.” It wasn’t a request as his voice came out in harsh broken puffs. “Now,” he groaned again and, just like a puppy wanting her treat, I did as I was told and came undone, both of us coming together and me screaming like I’d just won the lotto, which I had—the orgasm lotto.

As we both descended from our high, he pulled me onto his chest, and a soft fit of laughter escaped me.

“What?” he asked, his breathing labored as his heart raced against my cheek.

I peered up at him. “Nothing,” I laughed again.

His mouth twitched with amusement. Little did he know the real reason for my laughter. Why Beth ever passed this up, I’d never know.

An emotion I couldn’t place crossed his face right before he bent down and kissed me, long and hard, leaving me breathless.

Yes, I was convinced Beth had chosen wrong. Because good boy Brian was indeed a very, very bad boy in bed.

***

BRIAN

Her back had to be the sexiest thing. Tan, smooth, sultry. I wanted to lick every inch of it and worship her body with my mouth.

For the past fifteen minutes, we hadn’t said a word, and just waited for our breathing to relax and our pulses to return to their normal rates.

I wanted her again. The thought seemed crazy, since we were just at it moments ago. But this woman was addictive, sexy, and seductive, and I wondered, since we’d crossed that line and I’d had a taste of her, if it would ever be enough to satisfy me.

When she stilled, I wondered if she was asleep. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her closer, wanting her near me. Then I ducked my head into her hair, inhaling deeply and taking in her scent, her own unique scent I could probably pick out in a lineup by now.

I moved her hair to her shoulder, exposing the smooth span of skin between her shoulder blades. I wasn’t sure if she was asleep, but it was too hard to resist as I kissed her right at the nape of her neck. She stirred as I flicked my tongue at the tender spot that had driven her wild earlier.

I sensed her smile, even though I couldn’t see it, and my hands trailed up her thigh to her hip and onto her breasts. I rolled her nipple between my fingertips, feeling her pebble within my hold. When she moved away from me lazily, I pulled her closer, wrapped one hand around her stomach, and tugged her flush against me, basically spooning her.

When I used my teeth to nip at her neck, I heard her groggy voice, which was sexy as ever. “Mmmm, Brian.”

The way she said my name had me standing at attention, ready to take her again.

She flipped over, her stark blue eyes staring up at me in the darkness of the room. A smile played on her lips. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Kissing you,” I said as I bent down and captured her lips with mine, feeling my cock twitch at the contact.

“No, you’re spooning me, and under the FTF guidelines, that’s against the rules.”

“Who says?” I kissed her again.

“The FTF handbook says.” Her eyes danced with mischief.

When I bent down for another one, she stopped me. “And who’s the author of this handbook?” I raised an eyebrow as my hands dropped to grab her ass, the most perfect apple ass. This girl had curves in all the right places.

“I am, of course.” She let out a carefree laugh, and it did something to my insides.

A euphoric sensation washed over me, and I wanted to hear it again. I was addicted to her laughter.

I pinched her sides and more giggles escaped her. “I want to know the rules, just so I don’t break them.” I kissed her again, because I wanted to, before she could tell me that the rules indicated I couldn’t.

“I don’t know. I have to think about it. The first rule should be no spooning, and most definitely no sleepovers.” She bit her lower lip, her face contemplating. “We can’t do boyfriend and girlfriend things, so no dates.” She let out a low laugh. “Except eating. We can eat together. A girl has to eat.”

She scooted off the bed, but I tugged her back and pulled her on top of me, kissing her lips.

“No sweet kissing,” she murmured against my mouth as she bit on my lower lip, making my cock twitch again.

Even though we were separated by a sheet, she had to know I was ready for her. I dropped my head to her collarbone and nipped at the tender skin with my teeth. She shifted and straddled me, only a white cotton sheet separating us.

“What else?” I asked.

“Hmmm, no sweet kissing . . .”

“Yes, you said that already.” My tongue traveled up her neck to the side of her chin and to the outline of her lips. I flicked my tongue, entering her mouth and feeling her warm, slick tongue against mine.

I pushed my hardness against her center, and she gasped.

“How about kissing like this?” I teased and suckled her soft lips, my tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth until she had to pull back for air.

She was breathless, her lips were swollen, and there was a look of lust in her eyes which mirrored mine. I wanted to be inside her . . . again.

“What else?” I asked, grinding my length against her core.

“Last rule, no talking.” She pulled my mouth back up, hers covering mine hungrily as I reached into the side drawer to grab a condom.

“That’s my favorite rule.”