15 Minutes (Time for Love 4)

His green eyes bore down on me, his expression unlike any other I’d seen on his face before.

“I’d say we’ve moved past a no-strings type of relationship, wouldn’t you?” he replied, and I felt some of my fears begin to ease. “The more time I spend with you, the more I want to. If you need me to define things more clearly, I want you with me, and only with me. If you’re not in my bed, then I’m in yours. I know I’m not what you initially planned for yourself, but sometimes reality is much better than any fantasy. I think we’re good together, and I’d like to explore our relationship further. See where it goes. Is that along the same line as what you were thinking?”

Brock’s eyes were intense, and I didn’t realize how much my affirmation meant to him until I said, “Yes, that sounds perfect. I’d like to be in an exclusive committed relationship with you and see what happens,” and he let out the breath he’d been holding. Then he surprised me by starting to laugh.

He laughed so long, and so loud, that my entire body shook.

When he calmed down, Brock caressed my cheek and chuckled, “You sure have a way with words, Tori.” He laughed softly to himself again, then settled back into his comfortable position and closed his eyes. I burrowed back in, smiling to myself as I thought that I’d never been happier than I was in that moment.

As I drifted off to sleep I heard him say, “Whoever said opposites attract, sure had that shit right!”

Chapter 15 ~ Brock

I’d abided by Victoria’s wishes, and had forced myself to refrain from initiating anything that would lead to us having sex. It had been extremely hard. Especially this morning when I woke up to her snuggled into me, her long, bare legs tangled with mine. Her dark hair had half covered her face, which looked sweet and peaceful as she slept. Waking up with a raging hard-on didn’t make things any easier.

This was why, even though I was about to spend the day in the mud, I had been standing under the shower for the past twenty minutes, willing my body to calm down. I could have taken care of myself more quickly by rubbing one out in the shower, but when I had a warm, beautiful woman just a few feet away in my bed, the last thing I wanted to do was jack off. I wanted to say to hell with her request, and jump back into bed and persuade her. I had no doubt that I could … And thinking along those lines is why I was still standing in the shower. Every time I began to get control, my mind would begin to spin fantasies, and my cock would stiffen right back up.

“Brock?” Victoria’s voice came from the bathroom door, the soft, sleepy tenure of it causing me to groan.

“Yeah,” I managed to strangle out.

“I brought you a cup of coffee. Brendan made a pot before he headed over to Brady’s to load up, and he gave me some clothes. They should fit.”

I opened the shower door and peeked my head out to see Victoria looking rumpled and positively edible, a steaming mug in her hand.

“He’s gone?” I asked briskly.

At her nod, I turned off the nozzle and stepped out of the shower. I stalked toward her, not caring that I was dripping water in pools as I moved. Her eyes rounded as she looked me over from head to toe. Her mouth opened slightly, and she began to back out of the room as I got closer.

“What are you doing?” she asked quietly as I took the cup from her hand and set it on the dresser.

“We’re all alone,” I replied before swooping down on her.

She squeaked when my arms wrapped around her and my lips found hers, and I chuckled against her mouth, deepening the kiss. Her arms slid up and down, slippery on my back, and she pressed her body in closer to mine. I lifted my T-shirt over her head, breaking contact from her mouth and bending to suckle on her exposed breasts. Victoria fisted her hands in my wet hair and groaned, holding me close as my lips and tongue feasted on her supple flesh. As my mouth teased and nipped, my hands glided down her sides to her hips. I dipped my hands under her panties and palmed her firm ass, squeezing as I pulled her closer to thrust against my straining cock.

I shoved her panties down as far as I could, then she shimmied them the rest of the way off. As I continued to feast on her pert, pink nipples, I ran my hand down her ass, curving my fingers up as I explored, so when I found her slick and wet I was able to enter her swiftly.

Victoria threw her head back, moaning as she moved her hands to my biceps to hold on. My mouth and hands worked her over and she dropped her forehead to my shoulder, her soft pants in my ear causing a liquid fire to burn through me. I added another finger and began pumping in and out as my thumb caressed her tight little clit. She began moving her hips, fucking my hand as her orgasm built.

I knew she was close, so I flipped her and bent her over the bed. She braced herself on her elbows, so I put a hand on either side of her hips and thrust in swiftly, pausing when I was as deep as I could go. I closed my eyes and allowed myself a moment to experience immense pleasure, before I pulled my hips back, stopping to allow the head of my dick to bob in and out, then thrusting back in.

Victoria’s whimpers broke through my lust-filled haze, and I remembered that she still hadn’t come, so I held on with one hand as I pumped my hips and brought the other one around to ease her frustration. After just a few flicks of her sensitive nub, her orgasm began to rock through her, causing her walls to pulse around me as I thrust inside her. It was fucking heaven. As she rode out her pleasure, I felt my release begin to build. I brought my hands back to her hips and thrust hard and fast until I came, then I slowed my movements, milking that feeling until the last possible second.

When my vision cleared, I leaned over and kissed the back of Victoria’s damp neck.

“You good?” I managed to mumble in her ear.

“Perfect,” she said on a sigh.

“Yeah,” I replied with a satisfied grin, then I stood up, slapping her lightly on the ass, and said, “We’d better get a move on. The boys will be waiting.”

I laughed as Victoria jumped up, a look of horror on her face as she looked around the room, as if expecting my brothers to be waiting on the sidelines.

“It’s cool, Tori, get yourself cleaned up. We’re meeting them at Brady’s. Don’t worry about getting dolled up, you’re just gonna get dirty.”

She nodded and ran into the bathroom. I picked up my coffee cup and wandered out to the kitchen to see if Brendan had left any grub. I didn’t worry about putting clothes on; we were the only ones home, and even if my brothers did walk in, they wouldn’t get embarrassed about seeing my dick.

He’d left a note on the counter that simply said, Microwave.