Brick wrapped his arms around her. His hands went straight to her ass and she let out a gasp as he gave her a squeeze. “Now this kind of welcome I could get used to.”
“I don’t want you to go,” she said.
“Babe, you know I’ve got to go. There’s no stopping me.” He pulled back and cupped her cheek. “You don’t need to stress out about it.”
“The thought of anything happening to you…”
“Hey!” She wanted to talk, but knew he was only going to stop her anyway. “Stop. Nothing is going to happen to me. Do you know why?”
“You’re Brick?”
“No, because I’ve got the entire club at my back and a woman I need to come home to.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I’m that woman?”
He laughed. “Who else would it be? Who else has made me pretend to be a chicken farmer?”
She started to laugh with some happy tears, then his lips were on hers, and she didn’t care what he said or what he did, she only wanted to feel his affection.
With the way Brick’s hands roamed up and down her body, she felt on fire with need, hungry for more, desperate to feel his touch.
Within a matter of minutes, he had her stripped completely naked. Her clothes were strewn on the floor, and Callie took care of his, admittedly with a lot less finesse. She wasn’t used to removing men’s clothing and it showed, but with each hard muscle revealed, she became more aroused.
Brick kissed her hard on the mouth, hungry, as he backed her up toward the bed. With each step they took, her need heightened to a fever pitch. She couldn’t stop it. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her body, going to her tits. He sucked on each nipple in turn before gliding down toward her pussy. A trail of heat followed the path of his lips, her body on fire.
When he touched her pussy, she felt like she was going to come completely apart. The recent tension, the fear, her love—it all morphed together into a desire that needed fulfilling. He stroked his fingers between her thighs, running from the entrance of her pussy up to her clit. Brick knew exactly how to touch her, making her writhe with need. He circled her bud, pressing down, then slid back inside her.
She whimpered as he moved so his lips were right above her pussy. This time, she went to her elbows and watched as he slid his tongue through her slit, sucking her clit into his mouth.
Closing her eyes, she threw her head back, moaning his name, not wanting him to stop as he ravished her body.
“I want you to come all over my face, Callie. Let me have it.”
His tongue was like magic as it danced across her skin. Each stroke, each touch, sending her heightened senses into overdrive. She couldn’t stop it. Only bask in the pleasure and never let it go.
Brick started to build her orgasm, but he changed paths, moving down to fuck inside her with his tongue. She rocked against his face, not wanting him to stop, needing to come.
He moved up, taking her clit once again. He used his teeth, soothing out the pain with his tongue and stroking up and across. His fingers plunging inside her, stretching her. He was everywhere, and she loved it.
Her orgasm was so close, hanging on a precipice.
Just a few strokes of his tongue, and she came apart, screaming his name and begging for more, and he gave it to her. On and on, the waves of her orgasm left her spineless on the bed.
Brick didn’t stop straight away, allowing her orgasm to ride all the way out, drawing every last drop of pleasure from the moment. He kissed up her body, going to each of her tits and flicking his tongue against them before going to her mouth.
She tasted herself on his lips, but she didn’t care.
The tip of his cock ran up and down her slit, nudging her, making her moan for more. With each touch, she couldn’t contain her need, and she let it out in a guttural groan.
“That’s it, fuck, baby. I’ve got to be inside you. I need to fuck you, feel you wrapped around my dick.” He slammed his cock hard and deep within her, making them both moan from the rush of pleasure.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting up to meet him for each slam of his cock. Brick took her hands, pressing them above her head and holding her in place as he rocked inside her. At first, his movements were slow, sure, controlled, but she saw the fire within his gaze.
Her man was holding on by a thin thread.
Callie gyrated her hips, and it was like she flicked a switch as he pumped inside her, going deeper and harder, taking her to heights only he could bring her to.