Sarah's Seduction (Men of August 2)

“No, Sarah, I didn’t tell him to touch you,” he assured her, his chest tightening as she watched him, on the edge of discovery and so frightened to trust him to cushion her fall. “Did he hurt you?”

Sh

e shook her head, staring everywhere but at him.

“Did it feel good, Sarah?” he asked her softly, tilting his head as he watched her hands twist nervously at her waist.

She took a hard breath, merely shrugging her shoulders as she turned away from him.

“Sarah.” He stopped her, pulling her against his body. “Did you want him?” Brock’s cock was throbbing at the thought.

“I was angry with you. He touched me.” She was fighting for an excuse, a reasonable way to explain the flare of heat she found in his brother’s arms.

“And you got wet. Your pretty little nipples got hard for him and Sam would have touched them, maybe made them feel good the way you like.”

Her nipples were beaded now, but he’d be damned if he would touch her, take her too soon. She shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. He let it go for now. It was enough that she acknowledged the pleasure.

“Do you work tomorrow?” Brock moved away from her. He wanted to hide his grin as he caught her nervous glance toward the bag once again.

“Not tomorrow.” She shook her head, standing by the sink as though she didn’t quite know what to do with herself. “I only go in a few days a week now.”

“Good.” He nodded.

He walked over to the table, holding her gaze the whole way. He picked up the bag he had placed there earlier and moved it closer to the edge of the table.

“Take care of this now, Sarah.” He watched her eyes widen.

Brock’s body tensed. Arousal flowed through his system as her face flushed heatedly and those big golden eyes widened in surprise as he lifted the items from the bag that he wanted to keep downstairs with him.

“It’s been a long day, Brock. I think I’m just heading to bed.” She made to do just that.

Brock caught her at the doorway, his arm snaking around her waist, drawing her against his body. He felt her gasp and knew she was more than aware of the erection beneath his jeans.

“Sarah, I won’t let you run away. You’ll enjoy this, I promise.” He bent and kissed her neck gently, feeling the hard throb of her pulse just beneath her skin. “It’s okay baby, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not ready for this.” Her nails pressed into the skin of his arm as his teeth raked over her sensitive flesh.

“Yes you are, Sarah. You’ve been ready for years.” He licked the lobe of her ear, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.

Her skin was so soft. She tasted of peaches and heat and made his mouth water, his body pulse in demand. She drew in a quick, hard breath as he pushed the paper bag in her hand.

“Go to the bathroom and get ready now, Sarah. I’ll be waiting down here for you. And don’t take too long, or I’ll have to come up there and help you.” He injected an edge of warning in his tone. She shivered, but the heat coming from her body had nothing to do with fear.

She took the bag from his hand, glancing up at him nervously, then walked through the house. Brock stood still, his eyes on her the whole time, keeping his expression implacable as she glanced back at him time and again. Her eyes were wide, excitement and fear glittering in the dark depths with equal intensity.

Finally, she disappeared and he breathed a sigh of relief. Going back to the table he picked up the articles he had taken out of the bag. A large tube of lubricating jelly, a mid-sized butt plug and a long, thick gel-filled dildo. He picked them up and walked back into the living room.

He laid the articles on the oaken coffee table, and moved to close the window shades throughout the room. Next, he dragged a large blanket from the linen closet and spread it over the wide couch. Upstairs, he could hear the shower running. He closed his eyes, anticipating Sarah’s return. She would prepare herself for him, just as he intended. Tomorrow, she would go even further. Her appointment with Denise Lamont would see to the removal of the soft curls between her thighs. He could hardly wait to see her smooth and soft there, those silken lips spreading around the thick length of his cock. He breathed out a harsh breath. His cock was steel hard, throbbing beneath the material of his jeans.

Tamping down on the lust rising in his body, Brock took a deep breath, then lit the large, fat candles he had placed around the room. Turning the lights off, he surveyed the effects of the soft glow and smiled in anticipation. He pulled his clothes off, throwing them over the back of a chair and sat back on the couch, knowing Sarah wouldn’t be much longer.

The instructions in the note he had included in the bag had warned her to come downstairs naked. He couldn’t wait to see her, fresh from her shower, her skin glowing in the candlelight. His hand massaged his hard cock as he thought of her, pink and ripe, juicy and wet, coming to him, knowing what he would prepare her for. She wasn’t being tricked or lied to. She would know because he would tell her. He refused to lie to her about the plans he had for her.

“Brock?” He turned his head at the sound of her voice.

Brock rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing at the sight he beheld. Just as he knew, skin so pretty and pink, a flush of arousal staining her breasts and cheeks. She was naked, not entirely comfortable with it, but standing before him, excited.

“Come here.” He held his hand out to her, fighting the need to throw her to the couch and pound into her mercilessly.