Under My Skin (Skin Deep #2)

I heard clapping start behind me and turned to see Emma, Luke, and Brandon all staring at me, clapping their hands and grinning.

Emma cocked her head, quirking her eyebrow at me as she asked, “Ludacris, Allie? Really?”

I shrugged and then let out a small squeak when Brandon moved suddenly and grabbed me up in his arms, his lips finding mine unerringly. I melted into his kiss, parting my lips immediately for his thrusting tongue. His hands roamed my back, finally coming to rest on the swell of my ass, squeezing me tight against him as he devoured my mouth. After a moment, we broke away, both breathing hard. He squeezed me one more time before sliding me down his body, making sure that I felt his hardness pressing into me along the way.

He didn’t release me once I was on my feet; instead, he spoke to Luke without taking his eyes off me.

“You got this, man?”

“Go,” Luke said, laughing.

I heard Emma giggle behind me, but I was a little preoccupied with the man towering over me who was steering me toward the front door of the shop. “Bye, Allie!” she called out. I could hear the smile in her voice as she finished, “Thank you for everything today! I’ll see you later for our girls night. Oh! And don’t forget, you promised to come with me to the florist on Tuesday!”

I didn’t get a chance to reply. Instead, I found myself out the door and sitting, belted securely, in the front seat of Brandon’s SUV. Without a word, he jumped in the driver’s side, fastened his own seatbelt, and pulled away from the shop.

As he drove, I let my eyes drink him in. He looked so sexy and almost dangerous with his dark hair, smoky eyes, and swirls of dark ink peeking out from the sleeves of his t-shirt and wrapping down around both arms.

I knew they were mostly tribal, like Luke’s, but he also had other designs interspersed into them. The designs crested over his shoulders and across the top of his back. He’s got a shit ton more of them, but I’ve never really taken the time to look at them. I’m going to have to remedy that rather quickly.

We pulled into my driveway in what seemed like a blink of an eye. Brandon was out and around to my side before I could do anything more than remove my seat belt, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the door. He paused long enough for me to pull out my keys so I could unlock the door (a little awkward with him holding me) and then we were inside.

I looked at him in confusion when he didn’t head immediately for the bedroom; instead, he went directly into the kitchen and sat me on my kitchen table, leaning down to fuse his mouth with mine in a deep, hot, wet kiss. Our tongues tangled and tasted, both of us nipping at each other’s lips, only parting when he grabbed the hem of my tank and pulled it up and off in one quick movement.

Once it was gone, he pressed against my shoulders until I was lying flat on the table, then he wrapped his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans, peeling them off my legs along with my panties until I was bare-assed on my kitchen table.

I leaned up on my elbows to see what he was doing and moaned as he spread my legs wide, his heated gaze taking in the glistening pink folds nestled there. Without letting go of my thighs, he hooked a foot around the leg of a chair and pulled it to him, settling himself onto it as he jerked me toward the edge of the table where he was seated.

I gasped and it turned into a long, drawn out moan as he leaned in and fastened his mouth over me, sucking and licking and twirling his tongue over every inch of my wetness. He ate at me like a starving man with a feast before him, his hands holding my thighs spread high and wide, every inch of my most private flesh open to his unwavering assault.

I laid back on the table again, unable to hold myself up any longer as he dipped his tongue inside me, thrusting in and out with firm, sure strokes, as deep as he could get. I reached up and wrapped my arms around my own thighs, my knees almost touching my chest, shivering and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He moved back up, flicking his tongue rapidly against the swollen bud nestled at the top of my slit, and I arched into his face, starting to come apart. I shattered, screaming out as he thrust two of his fingers deep into me, twisting them and curling them up until he was rubbing and thrusting against that perfect spot, his tongue dancing endlessly over my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I was gasping and limp, my arms above my head, my legs draped uselessly over his shoulders.

I moaned softly as he pulled his fingers free but continued to drag his tongue through my folds from top to bottom, licking away every drop of wetness wrung out by my release. When he was done, he placed a tender kiss at the top of my mound before sitting back, a satisfied smirk creeping across his handsome face.

“Holy fucking hell…what the hell was that for?” I groaned, still unable to move.

He chuckled as he moved my legs down from his shoulders, placing each of my feet flat on his rock hard thighs, making sure his legs were spread enough to ensure mine were, too. I started to sit up but stopped when he growled.

“Don’t move, Allie. Stay just like you are.” His words were soft but commanding, and I couldn’t help but obey.

I felt myself growing wet again and instinctively tried to close my thighs some to ease the ache building there. I gasped as Brandon moved quickly, delivering a quick, stinging slap to the inside of my thigh.

“I said don’t move, Allie.” He ran his hand soothingly over the spot he’d slapped, crooning softly to me. “Mmmm…look how wet you are now, baby. You like when I get a little rough with you?” I felt his breath blow hotly over me with every word and I squirmed, the aching pressure building again.

“Brandon…” I gasped, pleading. I don’t really know what I was pleading for, but I needed it bad.

I jolted when I felt his fingers slide through my folds, circling my clit before plunging inside me once, twice, and then pulling out, leaving me breathless and aching even worse than before. I felt his fingers, soaked in my wetness, slide down lower, and I tensed as he brushed them over the puckered flesh there.

“Remember when we said we had plans for you tonight, baby?” Brandon said, his voice deep and raspy. “This is what we’re talking about. We’re gonna fill you so full, and I’m gonna fuck this tight little hole while Jackson’s pounding into the other one.”

I moaned at his words even while I tensed as he gently pushed his fingertip against that puckered flesh, barely letting it slip inside. “Oh, God…”

“You ever been taken here, Allie?” Brandon asked, pushing a little further against the tight ring of muscle.

I gasped out, “Not…not really.”

His head came up and he smiled at me, a dangerous, fucking sexy smile. “Oh, yeah? No one’s been inside you here before? God, that’s fucking hot, Allie, baby.”

I shook my head. “No, no one…just…oh, God…just fingers.”

Brandon groaned harshly before his hand jerked back and he was up off the chair, standing over me as he spread my legs even wider with his hips as his hands worked frantically at this jeans, ripping them open and shoving them down his hips just far enough to release the hard column straining against the denim. He reached into his back pocket at the last second, pulling out a condom and sheathing himself in record time before slamming into me, grunting at the sound of his skin slapping hard against mine.