Body of Work (4 page)

“Like I said, come closer.”

He chuckled. Bent and picked up the clunky, heavy metal piece with ease. It’d taken two people to carry that thing into the house. Brian lifted it and set it aside as if it were made of matchsticks.

“Wow.” Seemed to be her word for the night. Wow to his strength. Wow to the fluidity of his movement. Wow to the long, thick cock pointing at her mouth so temptingly. “I’m calling you next time I move.”

“I hope you call before then.”

Only the most perfect thing he could have said. She looked up and good god, those eyes staring down at her. Dizziness washed over her—okay, call it what it was, a swooning spell—and she grabbed his thighs for bracing.

“God, you’re solid.” A deep laugh filled the room. Made her nipples go diamond hard. Oh crap. “I meant your quads, not your,” she dropped her gaze to his cock, “okay, that’s pretty solid too.”

“Because of you.”

The hair on his legs rasped her palms as she dragged them higher. Tentatively, she circled his cock at the base. Well, almost. Quite a circumference he had. She met his eyes again, sliding her hand up and down his length as she did. He smiled. A nice, controlled smile. That wouldn’t do. She wanted the Brian from the bedroom, the one who bit and pinched and rutted on her like a wild animal in a mating frenzy.

“You liked biting me.” Muscles stiffened beneath her touch, but he didn’t answer. She took a breath and went for it. “I like to use my teeth too.” At this, his eyes widened. So did his smile. In the semicircle of her fingers, his cock twitched and strained forward. Thank god. Some men were so stupidly protective of their dicks, the slightest scrape of teeth and they looked at her as if she intended to bite it off.

“Show me.”

She didn’t go right for the bull’s eye. Instead, she tipped her head and started with the tops of his thighs. Not too hard, but enough that he’d feel the twinge of heat that followed any decent nip. She cupped his sac, drew it out from between his legs. She administered a long lick from the underside to the base of his cock, smiling at the shudder that went through him. She took one of his balls into her mouth. Sucked it, scraping her teeth over the tight, ridged surface as she released it.

“Fuck.”

“You like my teeth on you.”

“Oh yeah.”

“I like it too.” His other testicle received the same treatment. She changed the angle of her head and relaxed her jaw, opening wide enough to take both at once. She worked her tongue along the middle. Sucked hard. Added the pressure of her teeth.

A string of curses filled the room. Then a demand. “Mouth on my cock.”

Heat flared between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together for friction. Released his cock to rub her clit for a quick second of relief she shouldn’t need after the orgasms he’d given her. She eyed his cock, standing at attention. Hand still moving between her legs, she said, “Feed it to me.”

“Cassie…” His voice was husky, strangled. “Careful.”

Exactly what she didn’t want to be. Was so tired of being. She arched her back, leaned in and put her mouth very close to his shaft. “You want my mouth on your cock, my teeth on your skin.”

“Yes, but—”

“Then feed it to me.”

One hand cupped her cheek. A soft touch that increased in pressure as his hand reached her chin. His thumb hooked firmly over her bottom lip. “Open.”

Yes, god yes. She let him semi-force her lips apart, biting the tip of his finger as she feigned resistance. Even in the low-lit room, the flare of his nostrils was obvious. He liked it this way—raw, a little bit rough. Perfect. The hum between her legs increased. She opened her mouth but kept tension in her jaw, making him work to gain entry.

He grabbed control, pushed inside, over her waiting teeth. He groaned as she took him, inch by slow inch. And he was a lot to take. His cock hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She pinched her eyes shut. Tried to breathe through her nose as another inch filled her mouth. Too much, he was too much. Her hands flew to the base of his cock for control but he brushed them away and fed her more of his length.

She stared up at him, begging with her eyes that he relent. Brian shook his head. He didn’t hold her, didn’t physically force her to take more of him, yet she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. This is what he wanted and god help her, she wanted to give it to him. She squirmed in place. Focused on breathing only to choke again.

“Easy—relax.” The words drifted down, a deep, rich sound that wrapped around her like a caress. The sweetest touch without a single finger on her body.

The panic eased and she let her jaw go slack. She flattened her tongue, welcomed him, a red carpet for the cock she wanted to please more than any before it.

“That’s my girl. Just like that.” His fingertips brushed her forehead, the gentleness a contradiction to the dominant slide of his cock in and out of her mouth.

The possession in his words, his tone, everything about him, sparked her deep-seated need. Bite and be bitten. Claim and be claimed.

She wrapped her arms around his hips and dug her fingernails into his firm, meaty butt. The move earned her a quick thrust into her mouth. She sucked him hard, hollowing her cheeks in attempt to hold him in place. God, the purely male smell of his skin. The salty taste of his desire on her tongue. The way his girth and length filled her mouth, making thoughts of anything but him impossible. If only she could keep him here, deep in her mouth, savor him all night and never let him go.

She could. With her teeth, as she’d promised.

“Fucking hell.” He ground the words out as her mouth closed around his cock, his body going completely still as she dragged her teeth up his shaft. “More of that.”

She brought a hand around to steady his cock, casting her eyes up his tower of a body as she did so. No denial this time. Instead, his fingers threaded into her hair, pushing it off her face, presumably to better his view of her work.

And work him she did. Up and down she bobbed, licking and scraping his hot skin as she took him deep into her mouth, over and over.

“On the head, just the head, nice and hard.”

Oh god, Christmas in July. She released all but the tip of his cock—her favorite part if ever she had to choose. She sucked it. Dragged her teeth over it in every direction. Laved it with the flat of her tongue, then pressed her teeth into it…a little, a little more, a little more.

“Fuck, fuck yeah. Fuck, stop before I come.”

She stared up and shook her head. Let him come. Let him lose control in her mouth.

He jerked back, growling when her teeth didn’t automatically grant his request. In the moonlight, his eyes looked almost silver, and they shone with pure, animalistic need. He tore into the condom packet. Rolled it on without taking his eyes off her.

“Turn around. Knees on the couch.”

Her pussy ached for her to obey. And she did, though not fast enough for Brian’s liking. He cupped her waist, grunting at her wriggling as he bent her over the back of the couch. One of his massive hands spanned her lower back, pinning her in place. His knee knocked her legs apart and his free hand slid along her wet slit.

“So fucking hot.” The couch dipped under his weight. The hair on his legs brushed her hamstrings. His hand slid higher, one finger teasing up and down the valley of her ass, making her moan. “The way you respond, the shape of your body. The things I want to do to you…things I shouldn’t do, but fuck, you make it so hard to resist.”

“Do them. Do anything to me.”

His cock nudged her pussy. “Hands over the back of the couch. Stop moving.”

Again she obeyed. Anything to get him inside her.

He gave her the tip, nothing more, then stopped. “If I go too far—”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t—at least, not more than I want you to.”

“Fuck, Cassie, you don’t know.”

She turned her head so she could see him. A jumble of emotions seemed to grip his face at once. Lust, agony, concern. They wanted the same thing, she was positive of it, but Brian refused to give in, to trust her.

Her eyes flitted about, searching for something that’d free him. “Moon. If I say moon, you’re,” no, she refused to say the word hurt, “then it’s too much.”

“Moon.” Wheels turned behind his intense eyes. “You sure?”

Everything changed when she nodded. The air practically crackled around them.

He bent over her back, caught her neck between his teeth and shook his head like a beast with prey in its mouth. Sparks shot from the contact point, raced to her nipples, lower, in a straight, frantic line to her pussy. “Harder.” The skin under his mouth burned. “God yes, like that. Fuck me—fuck me now.”

His growl rumbled against her neck as he filled her. Smoothly, urgently. God, the fullness, the sweet, sweet fullness. He pulled back, pushed inside her again. Then again. Already, her body knew him. Craved his mass, buried deep.

“Do those things to me. Whatever you want, do it.”

“Cassie…” His rhythm faltered, briefly, then changed. He pounded into her, forcing the air from her lungs.

“Again. Harder.”

He slammed inside her again. Pulled out completely, stung her ass with a well-placed smack, then plunged his cock deep into her pussy.

Every stroke, every heated slap, pushed her closer to the edge. The ridges of corduroy abraded her nipples, teasing them with the taste of friction. She caught them in her hands. Squeezed them until fire spread beneath her fingers. If only he could bite them while he fucked her. Do it all, all at once. Fuck her pussy, fill her ass, bite her nipples, make her burn. Make her come until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. God, she was close, so close—she wanted to come so bad.

“I want that,” Brian half-growled into her ear.

She’d said it aloud? Oh god.

His arm banded her hips. Two fingers slid between her legs, surrounded her clit. Rubbed her hard, pinching and pulling the nub mercilessly while he continued to fuck her with deep, rough strokes.

“O-oh god yes…” She shattered, inside and out. Her skin sizzled. Blood pounded in her head. Every muscle clenched and spasmed until she lay boneless beneath him, a limp rag doll hanging over the back of the couch.

She blinked the stars away and found him staring at her. Not quite smiling, but close. “This is the best dream I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled, his hand stroking sweat-dampened hair from her cheek. “Me too.”

“I may have to lose my phone at the gym again.”

His hand curled around her hip. “Only if I’m there to find it.”

Possessive about her? Wow. “I’d rather not take that chance, and I’d be lost without my phone. How about I just…invite you over?”

“When?”

Seven days a week ought to cover it. “Tomorrow?”

“Can’t. I bounce at Blur every Saturday night.”

“Right, of course. I was only kidding anyway.” Maybe the darkness would help hide the word
liar
stamped all over her face with that one. She wiggled free of his body. Months since she’d taken a man to bed, yet two seconds without Brian inside her and she resented the void.

“Hey…” The hand that’d been on her hip trailed up her body to her chin. With a hint of that enchanting dominance, he tipped her face until she was forced to look him in the eye. “I’d call in if I could. For you, I’m tempted.”

“Oh.” And wow ten times over. “Well, you could, um, pretend you found my phone when you’re done with work.”

“It’ll be late. Later than it was tonight.”

“I don’t care if you wake me up.” A little on the desperate side, but whatever. Too late now.

“I bet you’re cute when you’re sleeping.”

Oh, that smile. If she fell in a pool of that smile and drowned, she’d die happy. “Want to go down the hall and find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? I mean, you don’t have to stay, if that’s too—you know, too much.”

He caught her lips in a kiss. Soft, warm, lingering—it squashed her insecurities completely and left her breathless when he drew back to look in her eyes.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Fucking phone. He should’ve muted it before falling into a sex-induced coma in Cassie’s bed. Now he had to choose between releasing her and letting the insistent caller ruin her opportunity to sleep in. And after last night, he owed her the extra rest.

He eased his leg out from under hers. She mumbled something incoherent and curled tighter to his chest. So damn cute, the way she resisted his exit from their cozy nest. The ringing ended, only to start up again immediately, for the third time. The person on the other end of that call better have a life-or-death situation.

He scooped his pants from the floor, waiting until he was clear of her bedroom to pull the cell from his pocket. The screen told him two things. One, it was way too fucking early to be out of bed, especially when the bed he’d left had warm, naked Cassie in it. And two, somebody at Iron Works had a shitty work ethic.

“Yeah,” he said by way of answering.