Deal Takers (Dealing with Love 2)

I slowly untie the belt that’s holding my double-breasted coat together. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m having awfully skanky thoughts right now.”

Did I mention that Brody is shirtless? Brody without a shirt is a beautiful thing. I’m sure my interest is crystal clear as my eyes run over his ripped abs and muscular pecs.

“Really now? Do tell.”

I let my actions speak for themselves as I fully open the coat and let it drop to the floor.

“Fuck,” Brody says reverently.

I’ll give you two guesses what I’m wearing.

I smirk. “That’s the idea. Well, sort of.”

He bites his knuckles as he stares at the garters sticking out of my short white dress. “Sort of?”

I flatten my hand on his chest and prompt him to walk backwards. He takes a step back for each one that I take forward until his legs smack into the couch. I give him a little shove until his ass is sitting on the leather cushions.

“You’ll see.” I straddle him, putting my chest at eye level. I smile when his eyes become fixated on the wide gap of exposed skin.

“God, Rainey.” Brody’s hands grip my hips possessively as his face dives into my cleavage. “Would it totally ruin the moment if I motor boated these babies right now?”

“Probably.” I laugh when he pouts and I take his face in my hands. “Easy, sport. I wouldn’t want this to end...prematurely.” I nod to the slight wet spot on the front of his sweatpants.

His head falls back and he groans. “You’re killing me here. You can’t put your tits in front of my face like that and not let me feast on them.”

I give him a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth before sliding off his lap and dropping down to my knees. His thigh muscles tighten as I push them apart to make room. As I loop my fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants, I wink. “You sure about that? Would you like me to come back up there so you can have my breasts? Or would you rather have my mouth?”

I pull his hard-as-steel dick out of his pants and stroke my hand down its length. It’s even better than I remembered from all those years ago. Brody is long and thick—not porn star grotesque—but I’d guess his dick tops out at a solid nine inches, and proudly points to his abs. His manscaping is on point, too, which is always nice. Listen up, fellas. If you don’t manscape, you’re doing a disservice to all female kind. Nobody wants to nuzzle a hairy bush or get pubes stuck between their teeth. Seriously.

“Totally not a fair question,” he whines.

I circle my tongue around his crown. “Which one will it be, Brody?”

His back arches. “Mouth! God, please wrap those sexy lips around me.”

I smile. “Good choice.”

Our gazes lock as his cock slides past my lips and disappears into my mouth, inch by rock hard inch. I move up and down his shaft, mirroring the motion with my fist on the part that doesn’t fit. His penis jumps as it hits the back of my throat and I increase the suction.

“Fuck!” he groans. “You’re so goddamn good at this.”

I smile around his girth before sucking him in deeper and stroking harder. Brody’s hands are now clutching my hair with the perfect amount of pressure. His fingers flex every time I flick my tongue against him, paying special attention to that spot right beneath the head. His obvious enjoyment emboldens me as I reach for his scrotum with my other hand and tug lightly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts. “Don’t...stop...please...unh, just like that.”

I release him with a pop and smile smugly. “Don’t worry, Brody; I’m not stopping until your cum is dripping down my throat.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

BRODY

Is this really happening? Surely I’m having some sort of hallucination. First of all, who knew Rainey had such a filthy mouth? Fuck, that in itself is a major boner inducer. And what she can do with that mouth? My eyes roll back into my head as she resumes bobbing up and down my cock, using the perfect mixture of suction, teeth, and tongue. No joke, there’s never been a blow job in the history of all blow jobs better than this. My toes curl when she hollows her cheeks and rolls my balls in her palm. I’m trying really hard to let her set the pace and not thrust into her mouth, but I quickly lose the battle when she hums in appreciation as I start fucking her face. My God, could there be a more perfect woman?

For the record, I was totally joking about her dressing up but I’m thanking every fucking god in existence that she did it anyway. Every sexy nurse fantasy that I’ve ever had is coming to life. And trust me when I say that I’ve had A LOT. Especially since the day Rainey walked into my life.

I feel the telltale tingle that I’m about to blow my load. Even though she said she was planning to swallow, I still feel the need to give the obligatory warning.

“Rainey...I’m gonna...I’m about to...come.” Please, for all that is holy, have her follow through with the swallow.