With His Consent (For His Pleasure, Book 13) (12 page)

Scarlett got out, dripping, and wrapped herself in a large towel. Then she opened the bathroom door. The relatively cool air hit her like a wall and she shivered.

“Bryson?”

“You done in there?” he called out.

“Yes!”

“Okay, be right over.”

She stood with the door open, waiting for him. She was excited for him to see her in her towel. She was thinking about his eyes taking in her bare legs, her bare shoulders, the swell of her breasts. She wanted him to remember what it had been like when they touched one another.

She could certainly still remember it.

Will he want me to sleep in bed with him again, or will he give me a bed in the guest room? She wondered. She desperately wanted to be close to him once more, to feel his body next to hers.

Bryson came strolling down the hall carrying a white t-shirt for her in one hand.

“I hope this is good enough for tonight,” he said. “I don’t know what it is with us, but somehow we keep ending up in situations where you don’t have enough clothes for the night.”

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing,” she said.

He smiled slowly. “Maybe it’s not.”

Their hands touched as he gave her the shirt.

Once he’d left, she changed into the t-shirt he’d given her. It was long, but not that long. It came down to the middle of her thighs, and she was rather glad that it wasn’t longer. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, and her nipples were hard, and very visible through the ultra-thin white material.

She didn’t particularly mind that either.

A few minutes later, she padded out to where he was typing away on his computer.

“Does it bother you if I’m in here while you’re writing?” she asked.

He turned and looked at her. “Not at all. I need a break from this crap anyway,”

he said, shutting the laptop.

“Has it been tough?”

“I can’t really complain,” he said. “I mean look at me. I’m living in an awesome apartment that I don’t have to pay a dime for, and I’m writing a film that’s going to have two of the biggest actors in Hollywood starring in it.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s easy.”

He nodded. “True. It’s not easy.”

Scarlett found that she wanted to know more. “Tell me what it’s like. I’ve never really written anything like that before.”

He got off his chair and came towards her. “It’s boring.”

“I doubt that. It seems exciting.”

Bryson’s eyes were piercing into hers. “Not exciting compared to other things I can think of.”

She licked her lips and looked away, a little frightened by his overt comment.

And even more frightened by how much she wanted him at that exact second. “I really appreciate you picking me up tonight, when you’re so busy.”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned that.” He put his fingers underneath her chin and tilted it up, causing her to look into his eyes.

“Bryson…”

“Yes?”

Her heart was beating so fast. She wasn’t sure what was happening between them. Did he actually have feelings for her? What was really going on here?

“I’m just confused,” she said.

“So am I,” he said. Then his mouth turned down as he looked at her body.

“Those cuts on your knees are bleeding. Hold on a minute.” He turned away and went into the other room. When he came back, he had Band-Aids and some Neosporin ointment.

“Sit down on the couch,” he told her. “We need to take care of those cuts.”

She sat down, and the t-shirt, which had been midway up her thighs, now rode up to the very top of her thighs, exposing almost all of her legs to him.

He knelt in front of her, and if he looked up just the right way, she knew he’d see a lot more than he bargained for. Or maybe it was exactly what he’d bargained for.

Bryson used a bit of gauze to dab at the scrapes on both of her knees. Then he squeezed some ointment onto his fingers and rubbed it gently onto the wounds. “And now, the grand finale,” he said, grinning. He applied the Band-Aids to both of her knees.

“That was unnecessary, but very nice just the same,” she said.

He wasn’t getting up, and in fact, his hands were still resting on the top of her thighs. “I need to let you know that you’re in good hands.” As he said that, he started to slowly caress her legs.

“That’s very sweet of you,” she said, grabbing his hands with hers. “But I’m ticklish.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize.” He looked thoughtful. “Maybe this will tickle less.” He suddenly leaned in and kissed each knee. He looked up. “Did that tickle?”

“No.”

“What about this?” He leaned forward again, and this time he kissed the inside of each thigh.

She jumped a little bit. “That tickles. Yes.” She got up, then, unsure of what was happening. She turned her back to him and looked out the window overlooking the skyline.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just don’t understand,” she said. “At the hotel, you were into everything one second, and then the next second you were just done with me. And then all day today you acted like I was your sworn enemy. I’m having a hard time figuring out what you want.”

He came closer again, putting his hands on her hips and his mouth close to her ear. His breath was hot on her neck and ruffling her hair. “I think you know exactly what I want, Scarlett.”

“Is it just sex?”

His hands moved from her hips, all the way up to cup her breasts. “What if it was?”

She shuddered with excitement. “I don’t know.”

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“I’m not asking for promises.”

“What I do know is that I can’t stop thinking about you, Scarlett. I think about you more than this film. And that could be a very, very bad thing for my career.”

She smiled as his hands massaged her breasts over her shirt. She was getting wet already. “My job is to help you in your career.”

“Well, I’m not sure it’s working,” he whispered.

“Then maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“No.”

Suddenly, he spun her to face him, and his mouth was on hers again. She’d been waiting for this to happen, and Bryson didn’t disappoint her. His mouth was hungry, his lips tender and soft, yet aggressive in just the way that Scarlett enjoyed.

Their kiss was a sparring between lust and want and need. Sometimes it seemed as though he was retreating from her, other times it seemed as though she was holding back and Bryson was coming after her.

Soon, his hands were roaming all over her body once more. This time, he was more free than he’d been in the hotel, caressing her legs and then moving beneath her tshirt.

His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her against him. As he did so, his mouth took her mouth, his tongue delving in, locking with hers in a kiss that took her breath away.

His passion undid her completely. It unlocked her, the same way his hands effortlessly unlocked her sexual inhibitions, freeing her like never before.

“I want you to beg me,” he whispered in her ear.

“Can I suck your cock?” she asked, hoping to surprise him with her honesty.

He wasn’t fazed. “Only if you tell me about it first.”

“You have no idea how much I love giving head.”

“That’s good,” he murmured. “Tell me how you’ll suck it.”

“I’ll take it all the way in my mouth,” she promised. “I’ll let you fuck my mouth first, fuck my mouth the way you want to fuck my pussy.”

“I’m not sure you can take me in your mouth like that,” he said. “Don’t tell me something you can’t follow through on, Scarlett.”

Her eyes closed, and she moaned as his hands grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He started to kiss her neck.

“Please, please, can I at least take it out and look at it?” she asked.

He nodded, stepping back so that she could do whatever she wanted to do.

Scarlett got on her knees and began unbuttoning his jeans.

“Wait a second,” he said.

“What?” she asked, hoping she hadn’t already done something wrong.

He went and got a small blanket from the couch and laid it on the floor. “I don’t want your knees getting hurt,” he said softly.

She smiled a little. It was funny, given the circumstances, but also very sweet.

She knew that whatever else was going on between them—Bryson truly did care about her. He didn’t
just
want to have sex with her.

She wanted to please him the way he pleased her—make him crazy the way he made her crazy.

She started unbuttoning his pants again, excited to see him hard and touch it for the first time. When she unveiled his boxers, she pressed her hands against the material and saw the large outline of his cock.

“It’s big,” she whispered.

“You still think you can really take it in your mouth?”

She nodded, rubbing it through his boxers. Slowly, she manipulated the head of him out the hole in his shorts. She stroked it softly. She stroked the shaft over the material again. “I’d like to take it out,” she said softly, still stroking.

“Put me in your mouth right now,” he commanded.

Instantly, she did as he’d told her. How he knew that this was exactly what she wanted—Scarlett didn’t have a clue how it could be. She loved to be told, commanded, even forced at times. She wanted him in charge always, even if she complained about it.

Most men had to be explained why, told all the rules first. Hunter had needed all kinds of lessons in BDSM before he’d truly known what Scarlett wanted and needed.

But Bryson was different. He didn’t seem to be interested in the culture of BDSM, he didn’t appear to know the rules per se. It was instinctive, somehow.

She began sucking his cock, and as big and stiff as he was before, he got even stiffer and harder. She actually was starting to doubt what she’d be able to do with him, because he had, for sure, the largest dick she’d ever seen.

“You said I could fuck your mouth,” he said gruffly. “Do you still want that?”

She nodded slightly, moaning as he slid out and then quickly in. His girth was stretching her lips, pressing her tongue down, filling her mouth. She breathed through her nostrils in great big gasps.

He pulled her hair as he began to increase the speed of his hips back and forth.

She pressed her hands against his muscular thighs.

“Your mouth feels incredible,” he said, his voice shaking with excitement.

She started to move her head in time with his thrusts. She was starting to get a little more used to his size. She enjoyed the challenge, actually. Imagining him slowly entering her pussy was making her want to come.

He would be so big, he’d need to squeeze into her an inch at a time, maybe even slower.

“Your mouth is so sweet. I want to fill your mouth up and have you swallow every last drop.”

She sucked faster as his hips moved forcefully towards her. She could tell that his excitement was building, and she was ready for that explosion.

But he didn’t finish.

Instead, he pulled out, and grabbing her hair, pulled her down to the ground. He went to the ground with her, pushing her shirt up and sucking her nipples with reckless abandon. His muscular body pressed down on her, spread her legs wide as he licked and sucked.

“Oh, Bryson. I want to come now.”

“Don’t you fucking dare come.” He kissed down her stomach, making her shudder and cry out. “Don’t you dare, Scarlett.”

She whined and moaned.

“Spread those fucking legs,” he said, and then he drove his face against her bare pussy, enthusiastically sucking on her clit. He found her g-spot almost instantly, and she felt her buttocks locking with tension as wave after wave of pleasure sparked through her inner tunnel.

She’d never been eaten out like this, by any man. No one had even known their way around her private place, known how aggressively she liked the tongue to be. And then, just as suddenly, Bryson would become gentle in just the way she wanted.

It was truly as though he was reading her body like a book.

Her hands clenched into fists and she made almost inhuman noises. Her toes curled. “Oh, fuck. Fuck me,” she gasped.

He lifted his mouth for a moment. “Not just yet. Now it’s time for you to come.”

He went back to licking up and down her lips, and she arched into him, as he started to suck her clit again.

“I’m coming,” she told him. And she did come, letting him fuck her with his tongue and lips—and it was the best sex she’d ever had. He hadn’t even truly fucked her and it was the best she’d ever had.

How is this possible? She wondered.

But in the end, all that mattered was how good it felt.

When she spent herself, he straddled her, then slowly eased his cock back into her mouth once more.

He slid in and out of her mouth as she used her hands to pull his buttocks towards her, taking him in all the way to the very root.

“I’m going to finish in your mouth and I want you to swallow it all. Show me how good you can be, Scarlett. Show me how good you are.” He moaned and spurted semen into her mouth. It was hot and warm and there was more of it then she was prepared for.

Still, it turned her on. He was so dominating, so sexy, so perfect. She loved sucking every last bit of it, and it tasted salty and good.

She even continued sucking past when everything was gone.

“You’re going to make me hard again. Are you insane?”

Giggling, she went at it with renewed enthusiasm. Finally, almost regretfully, he withdrew.

“That was something else,” she sighed.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

***

She snapped awake.

It was still very late at night. Dark.

Bryson had turned away from her sometime during the night. They’d gone to bed together, both of them completely nude. He’d held her against him and he was so hard and warm and she knew he wanted her.

She’d tried to encourage him to slide inside, from behind, her pussy so wet she could barely take it.

“No,” he’d whispered. “Not yet. Wait. Wait, baby.” He’d kissed her neck and held her close, his hardness promising so much more to come.

And they’d fallen asleep, even though she’d thought it would be impossible.