Chapter 17

Brock

Never did I think that by confessing my fantasy I'd find myself here, about to fulfil it. There might not be a workshop full of dickheads downstairs, but that was never what mattered. She did. I stroked my hands down her inner thighs, feeling the velvety soft skin there before daring to dart closer. I caught the glisten of her cunt in the darkness. It lured me forward, my tongue loosening in my skull, desperate for a taste.

"Ready?" I asked, needing to know that she was right here with me.

Her hands on my face, her gentle touch, the shine of her smile, it was everything I needed, but then she had to top that.

"I was born ready."

And I was born to do this. To kiss the little damp curls there, then move to her core at the small sound of her frustration. I smiled against her, brushing my lips across her hair, my beard tangling with it, right before I got to the core of her. Sweet, slick, wet, and salt, that's what I got, licking up her entire seam, claiming it as mine. Her fingers burrowing into my hair was exactly what I needed, urging me on. She wanted my face pressed into her, the prickle of my beard making her squirm, then to push back against me, my tongue a slick counterpoint.

It wanted to be everywhere at once. Squeezed down on as I thrust it up inside her, my chin working as I tried to push it deeper. Circling her clit until she was demanding more, then sucking it away from her skin. God, I wanted to dig my teeth in and fill my mouth, even though I never would. Anything to drown in her. Instead, I flicked the tip of my tongue across her clit, feeling her jump and then press back before I went back for more and more, my hands sliding closer. One to hold her open, split her for my tongue, the other to push inside her.

The first press of my fingers had her shivering, my name mumbled through gasping lips as I sucked on hers, needing her to feel the tug of her flesh, to feel me. My fingertips raked across the front wall of her cunt, the velvety suck of her making my cock lurch frantically in my pants. What would I feel to ease myself into her? To feel her, hear her, be inside her? Not yet, I told myself firmly, redoubling my efforts as her cries grew higher and more breathy. Jamie first. I mumbled that over and over as I pulled my fingers back and then added another before pushing them back again.

She struggled to take me, a little whine making clear I needed to take my time, but when I tried to slow down, her hand slapped on top of mine, shoving them inside. My girl liked a little bite of pain with her pleasure? I could give her that, feeling her cunt twitch around me, because jammed this tightly, I couldn't miss her G-spot. I shortened my strokes and focussed on massaging it as I claimed her clit. Just grazing it with my teeth, her yelp was a battle cry, egging me on.

"Brock, I… Oh fuck, Brock…"

She was coming apart, her thighs shaking as I pushed her on and on, but as her grip grew punishing, I sucked harder. Forcing every drop of pleasure from her, I knew exactly when she reached her peak. Her whole body stiffened, shivering momentarily, her breath way too fast, right before she erupted.

I licked her through each wave of pleasure, the promise of her cunt clamping down on me next time urging me on. Long, flickering licks as she gasped through one convulsion, then another, then slower, gentler ones as she started to come back down again.

Only for me to want to wind her back up.

She grabbed me, kissing me hard and hungrily, and if she tasted herself on my lips, she didn't say. Instead, her hands were everywhere, pushing my jeans down and my boxers, everything to get me bare for her. I was forced to pull away to rid myself of my clothes, staring down at her, my mind searing the sight of her sprawled there, bathed in moonlight, knowing I'd bring this memory out and re-experience it over and over. Then I was crawling onto the bed towards her.

I fought a feeling of unreality all evening, and now I was right here. The sheets felt crisp under my knees, the bed giving way as I crawled closer. Then there was her hand, trailing down my chest, tracing one nipple, then my abs, finding the trail of hair below my belly button and following its path until she had me in hand. I let out an involuntary hiss, thrusting into her palm as she grinned, the rasping sensation so damn good I was forced to push her hand away.

"Unless you want me coming over this cute little belly." I swept my hand across it. "You need to keep your hands to yourself. And anyway." I watched her thighs spread wider. "I know where I need to be."

Mutely I found her eyes in the darkness, catching the little nod she gave me, right before she threw me down on the bed. As I let out an oof of breath, she took advantage, straddling my hips.

"Jamie…"

Whatever I had to say was lost in a groan, because the feel of her wet little cunt kissing the head of my cock had me wanting to come there and then. Only the promise of much more pleasure, hers and mine, had me holding back, my hands locking down on her hips as she lowered herself down.

"Condom…!"

I groaned that out, not wanting anything between the two of us, but she'd been clear. No pregnancy, no kids and I had no idea if she was on birth control.

"Implant thing," she hissed back, taking me in small rocking movements that had my teeth grinding together and my fists balling as I fought the need to take over. "You can breed me, fill me with your cum, but you can't get me pregnant."

"Breed…"

The word was like an electrical volt pulsing through my balls. They pulled up close to my body, prepared to do just that.

"Like that idea?" She sighed, her hands slapping down on my chest as I bottomed out. There was no way to deny that, my cock jerking inside her. "Filling me up with cum?"

She moved in earnest now, long galloping thrusts that had me clawing at her lest she pull off, then dragging her right back down again. My hips found her rhythm, bucking up in time with hers, our bodies crashing together.

"Never wanted something as much as this," I growled.

I was losing my grip in more ways than one, my thrusts outstripping hers, then forcing her to keep up, but it went beyond the physical. I couldn't pretend, couldn't be anything other than with her, with my girl. The bliss that came from being with her was doubled, tripled, expanding exponentially and becoming so much more.

We weren't Jamie and Brock, or boss and employee, or even Millie's brother and her friend. Right now we were precisely who we were supposed to be, bound so tightly by ropes of ecstasy that you couldn't tell where one stopped and the other began.

And I never wanted to get free.

"Jamie…" I needed to tell her exactly how I felt, but the grunts that came with every thrust shut that down. After, I promised myself dimly, my whole body coming off the bed as I heard her cry, then felt her spasm around me. Any hope of retaining control was destroyed as she wrung the cum from my balls.

Nothing in my entire life had ever been as good as this. I could've died right now and known I'd gone out on top. "Jamie…" I murmured her name over and over, wrapping my arms around her as she collapsed down on my chest.

"I should get something to clean you up," I said.

"Mm…" Her little sound of protest was followed by her hands digging into my hips, holding me right where I was.

"Jamie…?"

We were lying down now, our breathing evening out as a perfect peace settled over the room, but a sense of obligation was disturbing it. I wanted her to be comfortable before we fell asleep, and my cum leaking out of her all night was a fucking hot idea, but sticky and gross for the girl in practise. I tried to pull free, but she yanked me back into place.

"Still hard…" she mumbled into my chest. Any reply I might make was choked off as I felt her flex around me. My cock was so exquisitely sensitive right now, every rippling pulse reminding me of the bliss of coming inside her. It was too soon to go again. I didn't have the refractory period of a teenager anymore, but in some ways this was better. A softer pleasure, but one without beginning or end, it was like a hot bath I could just sink into.

"Things are gonna get sticky," I warned.

"So keep me plugged." I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. "Leave it inside me and I'll keep it warm."

"All night?" It was a weak protest from me. She didn't want me moving, and the slow squeezes of her cunt were making it impossible for me to consider. "Jamie…"

Sleep was coming, I could hear it in her slowing breaths, my own quickly matching it. All my good intentions went out the window as she threw her leg over my hip, forcing us tightly against each other. I could never pull away from Jamie, not after it'd taken so long to get this close to her, so I pressed a kiss to her head and let sleep take me.