her slit. The taste of her burst across my taste buds. Salty and so much her. Her thighs rested on my cheeks, and I felt those muscles quiver as I flicked my tongue back and forth across her swollen clit.
“Fuck, Bradyn.” She squirmed, pulling at my hair until my scalp burned.
I tightened my hold on her hips and put my teeth on her clit, giving her a hint of danger. As I toyed with that sensitive bundle of nerves, I pushed two fingers into her pussy, the passage already slick and wet.
“More…please…more…” she begged. “I need…I need…”
I knew what she needed, and it wasn’t me talking to her. Without moving my mouth from where I was now alternating licking and sucking her clit, I moved my fingers inside her, twisting and curling until they pressed against her g-spot. I rubbed the tip of my finger over the sensitive flesh, and she keened. I didn’t let up, even as she curled her body over mine, holding me in place as she came.
I didn’t plan to go anywhere, but I didn’t mind her enthusiasm.
“Shit.” She sagged against the wall and would’ve hit the floor if I hadn’t been holding her up. “Where the hell did you learn how to do that?”
I eased back, taking my fingers with me. I grinned when she made an annoyed sound at the loss of my hand between her legs, but I wasn’t teasing her. If I waited any longer to be inside her, I would explode. Honestly, I was surprised I managed to get the rubber on without blowing.
As I stood, I slid up her body, letting her feel every inch of me. I hated that we were still wearing clothes, but there’d be time for me to worship every inch of her…after I fucked her right here and now. My cock bumped against her, and she shifted, hooking one leg around my hip.
My world narrowed down to simple movements.
Tip dipped inside.
Hands under her ass.
Lifting and sliding.
Her back against the wall as I sunk into her balls deep.
My breathing caught, and the world froze for a moment.
Then she was rocking her hips, and everything started again.
I pressed my face against the side of her neck, thrusting up into her with short, brutal strokes. She moved with me as best she could with little leverage, using gravity to take me deep. Each time we came together, she made a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan.
I pulled skin into my mouth, tasting sweat and the faint tang of soap. I worried at it with my teeth, sucked on it until I’d marked her. Nails scored my shoulders, and I knew I’d have marks of my own to show off the next couple days.
“Bradyn…” Her entire body trembled, and a roll of my hips made her scream.
She clenched around me, and I was done, my world exploding around me.
The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, leaning against the wall, and Nyx was next to me. We were both still half-undressed, our breathing still harsh, but the tension between us had broken. For now, anyway. Once my brain started working again, I planned to ask her to stay the night so we could take our time once my cock was up to it again.
My phone went off before I could say anything, the tone telling me it was my mother. I was tempted to ignore it, but I couldn’t think of anything short of an emergency that would get her to text me.
I yanked my pants up as I stood and stumbled the couple feet it took me to get to where I’d left my phone on the table. My mind was still more than half-distracted, thinking about getting the condom off and whether Nyx and I should take a shower before or after we had sex again…and then I saw the message.
Your nephew Clancy’s just been rushed to the hospital. I thought you’d want to know.
“Fuck.”
Eighteen
Nyx
Bradyn’s expression when his phone went off made me think that it wasn’t someone he wanted to talk to, but he got up anyway. Curious, but not wanting to seem nosey, I focused on getting my clothes all straightened around. I’d barely finished zipping my pants when Bradyn cursed.
“Fuck.”
The expression on his face made me go to him without even thinking about it. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I have to go.” His eyes darted around the room, not really landing anywhere. “My…I mean…I need…fuck.”