No Reservations - Megan Hart [34]
Leah's fingers dug deeper into Brandon's shoulder. His free hand grabbed tight to her ass as he cocked a thigh between her legs. The pressure on her cunt sent another gasp from her throat and, when she sagged, his teeth skidded on her skin. Her head fell back and Brandon's mouth covered her throat with kisses. His tongue stabbed at her skin as his lips sucked, gently, then harder when she rocked against his leg.
And all the while he kept up the stroke-stroke of her hand in his, over his cock. He was rock hard now, his cock thick and hot. By now she would've taken over, ordered him to get on the bed, at least, so she could ride his face while she sucked that beautiful penis, but Leah couldn't move. Mesmerised, hypnotised, held in place by his hand on her ass and his mouth on her throat. Anchored to him by his hand on hers.
'Whose prick are you stroking, Leah?' His voice had gone lower than low, now. Guttural, broken by shuddering breaths. 'Yours.'
His hand squeezed her ass as his thigh rocked against her. Leah's clit pulsed and she ground on his leg without shame. Fuck control. Fuck who was in charge. This felt too good, too big, too delicious to deny herself. 'No,' he said, surprising her.
She'd have stopped stroking but his hand kept moving. She tried to pull away but couldn't. Brandon stepped up the pace, his hand moving faster. His hips moved. He was getting close.
'It's yours,' he said without a trace of irony, no hint of facetiousness. 'This is your dick, Leah. It belongs to you.'
He pulled away to look into her eyes. His hand pushed hers faster. Harder. A tiny line appeared between his eyebrows and his lips pressed into a thin line. She knew that look. He was going to come, and she couldn't stop him.
She didn't really want to.
'This,' Brandon said through clenched jaws, his hand squeezing hers around his cock, 'is yours.'
She started to shake her head, thinking she would find some words to protest this statement of ownership she didn't want to admit had her hungry cunt begging for more. The look on his face stopped her. His gaze dropped for just a second to his leg and her body against it, then moved back to her eyes.
'Say it,' Brandon told her. 'I want to hear you say it, Leah. Own it. Own me.'
She tried to deny it. She didn't want to own him, like he was a piece of furniture or a jacket or a car. And he knew that, damn him, just as he knew that forcing her to say it would make real what was also already true.
Brandon pumped his hips, forcing his cock into her fist. 'Say it, Leah. I want to hear you say it. Right. . . now.'
'Oh, yes,' she said finally, and her hand moved on its own. Up and down, palming the head, adding a twist that made his entire body jerk. 'Yes, Brandon. This is mine. You . . . are mine . . .'
He came with a long groan. Heat spread over her palm as he filled it. The smell of his arousal flooded her senses. Her own breath sobbed out of her as she gave him what he wanted.
What they both wanted.
Pleasure had blocked Brandon's brain and made him stupid but only for a minute or so. He'd heard what Leah said, and what she'd given him. He opened his eyes, his breath still harsh in his throat, and looked down between them. Her grip had eased off just right, but he was still holding her tight against him. Leah's eyes had gone heavy lidded, her mouth soft.
Part of him wanted to bask in the afterglow of what had been a pretty hot orgasm, despite the circumstances. The other part, the sneakier one, wanted to take advantage of the situation. He kissed her before she could pull away and get that look on her face again, the one she'd tried hard to give him when she walked into the bedroom. Part of him, the one ruled by his cock, loved that look, because it meant she was about to get all disciplinary on his ass. He was trying hard not to think with his prick at the moment, though.
She opened to