tongue out, licking at the seam of her lips. On a moan, she opened for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hot skin, smelling the scent of his cologne. She could’ve almost played this off as a fantasy, but her senses were working overtime to catalogue everything about him so she knew it was true.
With an arm around her waist, he drew her closer, pressing her into the line of his body and his erection which sat hot and heavy against her stomach. She gasped, then ground her hips into his, needing that friction, begging for it.
4
Brody dropped both of his hands to Lia’s ass, grabbing a handful of her fine assets. She was gorgeous is high school, but now she was a grown woman and he wanted to get her naked.
Fast.
She moaned into his mouth, her firm breasts and peaked nipples abrading against his bare chest. He dropped his head to her collarbone where it was exposed in the deep V of her blouse. He loved that she wasn’t dressed the same way as all of her sister’s friends had been—skin-tight dresses that were shorter than socially acceptable unless they were in a club setting. No, his Lia was dressed in a bloodred blouse and a black skirt that hit just below her knee. She was totally rocking that sexy teacher vibe with the fuck-me heels she had on her feet.
Peeling his hands away from her ass, he began unbuttoning her blouse, going slow enough so she could change her mind if she wanted to, although he hoped like hell she didn’t. Her skin scorched him as his fingers skimmed over her stomach, pushing the fabric out of his way. He pulled back so he could just stare at her for a moment, taking in that red lace bra and the shade of pink that was crawling up her neck.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed,” he told her, tipping her chin back up so she’d look at him. “You are stunning. I just wish we had more time.”
“What if you did?” she asked, breathy.
He grinned. “I’d worship you like I’ve wanted to do since high school, Lia.”
His candid reply made her gasp.
“I had a crush on you since I started at Clover,” he told her, dropping a kiss to her nose. “And I have to tell you, I still think you’re pretty fucking amazing.”
That blush of hers made another appearance and she laughed. “I had no idea.”
Shrugging, he said, “It wasn’t like I could tell you. You were…”
“Wildly unpopular? I know.”
“No. I was going to say out of my league.”
She opened her mouth and closed it. Then opened it again. “You were the quarterback of the school team. You were untouchable for someone like me.”
Yeah, well, he wasn’t a QB now. “Do you know the best thing about not being in high school anymore?” he asked, kissing her mouth once more because he could and he intended on enjoying this.
She titled her head back, giving him access to the long column of her throat. “What’s that?” she panted.
“That all those social cliques don’t matter anymore. This is just about me wanting to pleasure you.” He nipped her collarbone, then laved his tongue over the bite to soothe her skin. “Will you let me pleasure you?”
She was quiet for a moment and he was afraid he’d pushed too far, too fast.
But then Lia’s hands bru
shed down her stomach, landing on the waistband of his pants. With deft fingers, she undid the button and lowered the zipper.
Lia couldn’t believe she had her hand on Brody Riker’s dick. Jesus, he was big. And hard. Heat funneled through her as she thought about what he’d be able to do with it once he had her naked. She shoved his slacks down over his hips, leaving them around his muscular thighs. Wrapping a hand around his shift, she smiled when he threw his head back and hissed.
The muscles in his torso flexed and relaxed with his breathing, the muscles in his neck cording. Leaning forward, she kissed his chest, rimming one nipple with the tip of her tongue. He tasted of women’s perfume and alcohol, but under that, she got a hint of his natural spice. She continued to stroke him, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. His fingers tightened on her hips as he held her captive, but she got the distinct impression that she was the one in control here.
“You need to stop,” he told her, his breath leaving him in a rush. “You need to fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
She smiled as she took him into her mouth once more, using her tongue and teeth to draw more and more delicious groans from his throat. His hands came to rest on the back of her head, his hips thrusting to meet her mouth. She took him all, feeling the crown hit the back of her throat and kicking in her gag reflex. Wetness bloomed between her legs. She needed more.
She came to her feet in a smooth movement that she could only thank the years of ballet training on and took a shaky step back. Brody watched her, his breathing heavy and harsh in his throat. Reaching behind her, she fumbled with the zipper on her skirt, drawing it down smoothly after messing up the first attempt. She stepped out of it, leaving her in her bra, panties, and heels. Brody groaned, then came at her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. His erection prodded at her ass and she wiggled, trying to get it where she needed it to be.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear, nipping her lobe playfully.
“I’ve waited five years for this,” she replied.