No Strings Page 11

  It was a long time before Brody pulled back, his body still pressing mine against the row of lockers. The familiar flush was in his cheeks, and heat was in his eyes. He pressed his forehead to mine, panting heavily, sucking in air and trying to catch his breath.

  “Catrina—”

  But before he could say anything else, I started attacking his jeans with my hands, trying to get them undone, and before he even knew what was happening, I was sinking to my knees, pulling the pants down with me, while Brody braced his hands on the lockers in front of him, looking down at me with fire and a bit of confusion in his eyes.

  “What’re you—”

  I couldn’t say anything, I was still too afraid of what it might be. Instead, I occupied my mouth in other ways, gathering all the knowledge I’d learned over the years from girlfriends and TV shows and romance novels, having always been a quick study.

  When I sucked him down into my mouth as far as I comfortably could he yelped and sank his hands into my hair.

  “Fuck. Catrina, fuck, baby.”

  I lit up as I continued sucking him. And while Brody ground his teeth and groaned above me, I couldn’t help but think that there was no doubt about it anymore. Catrina Murphy’s virginity was a thing of the past, and it was so what I wanted.

  Chapter NINE

  L'amour est un oiseau rebelle que nul ne peut apprivoiser, et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle, s'il lui convient de refuser. Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière; L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait, et c'est l'autre que je préfère; il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît.”

  I was on the stage surrounded by chorus members, including Talia, singing one of the most famous arias of all time and all I could think about was the way Brody had kissed me the night before.

  “L’amour,” I sang back to the chorus, thinking about him kissing up my legs, between my thighs until he got to the spot I wanted.

  “L’amour,” I sang again, seeing his mouth on my breasts, feeling his hand between my legs.

  “L’amour!” I cried out, not even knowing what I was singing when I remembered him sinking inside me, taking me roughly for the first time now that I had convinced him I could handle it.

  “L’am—”

  “Stop, stop!” I heard the director call out. I jumped a little at the sound of Micah’s voice, and I watched as he climbed the stage. He was a thin, tall man with salt and pepper hair to match his salt and pepper goatee. He had a pencil dangling near one of his ears and a rolled up stack of paper in his hands.

  “Catrina, Catrina,” he said in his high, lilting voice as he came toward me.

  Shit.

  “Listen, Catrina, you sound beautiful,” he said as soon as he reached me. He put a hand on my shoulder. “I mean, your voice is stunning, but you sound distracted, honey.”

  Jesus, was it that bad?

  “I need you to focus on the aria. Listen to the words,” he said, flourishing his hand. “This song is sensual. It’s about love and passion and how unpredictable it can all be. Listen.” He turned toward me and lowered his voice. “I need you to do me a favor.”

  I nodded, listening carefully, trying not to think about the way Brody’s hands felt when they’d pinned my wrists to the bed last night.

  “I want you to think of passion,” Micah said emphatically, his voice low. “Two lovers twined together, memorizing each other’s bodies, feeling their way through the night, trying and failing to get enough of each other. Bring your own passion to Carmen’s story. This is our introduction to you. We want the audience to know who you are, to remember you. So I want you to think of something sexy, something you do or say or see or wear that makes you feel sensual, passionate…”

  Brody’s teeth biting my earlobe.

  “…channel it into this piece. Don’t let it distract you. Channel it. Can you do that?”

  I stopped myself from biting my lip. “Yes.”

  “Okay!” he said loudly for the rest of the people to hear. “From the top!”

  I glanced out at the chorus and saw Talia, who winked at me before the aria started again.

  Yes, Micah, I can feel that. I just hope you’re ready for it.

  ◆◆◆

  An hour later, we were wrapping up rehearsal for the day. Micah was telling everyone what a great job they did after he had just finished telling me how amazing my aria had ended up.

  I would have to thank Brody for the inspiration.

  “You’re incredible,” Talia said to me when we were down in the audience chairs packing up our things.

  I smiled as I check my phone. “Thanks, Tal,” I said sincerely right before I saw a text from Brody.

  Been thinking about your pussy all day.

  I gasped, and Talia looked over at me.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  I swallowed and closed out of my texts quickly. “Nothing. Sad news story.”

  Talia groaned. “This is why I don’t read the news anymore.” She grabbed her phone out of her bag and immediately started smiling, her fingers flying a mile a minute.

  “Who’s got you grinning?” I asked, slinging my bag over my shoulders.

  “Jack,” she said. “He wants to hang out tonight.”

  “Talia, he is such a fuckboy, seriously,” I said as she grabbed her bag and started following me out of the auditorium, her eyes still glued to her phone.

  “I know,” she said. “But he’s a fuckboy with a big cock, so he’ll do for now.”

  “Jesus, Tal.”

  She laughed and put her phone back in her bag. “Sorry, babe,” she said, hooking her arm through mine. “We need to find you a fuckboy with a big cock, too. Take that V card.”

  “Oh, my God.”

  Talia laughed again and squeezed my arm. “I’m teasing you, Kitty Cat,” she said. “I think it’s sweet you still have it.” My heart leapt in my chest. “But seriously, before college is over, we have to do something about that.”

  ◆◆◆

  When we got back to the apartment, I went into my room and immediately got out my phone so I could text Brody back.

  You know, Talia almost saw that.

  B: So? Let her see.

  My heart sped up a little bit and my fingers shook as I texted him back.

  You wouldn’t care if she knew we were having sex?

  B: Why would I care? I want to shout from the rooftops that I have the tightest, wettest, most amazing pussy in the world. And it’s all mine.

  Oh, Jesus. My face heated up and I felt my panties grow slightly damp. I had no idea words like that could turn me on. When Talia told me about her and Jack sexting I always wrinkled my nose up in disgust. I couldn’t believe she would like him saying those kinds of things to her, but when Brody said it to me… It just pushed all the right buttons. It was dirty in the best possible way.

  All yours, huh?

  I tried to focus on anything other than his how hot his words made me.

  B: Um, yeah. We haven’t discussed it, but while I’m fucking you, no one else better be.

  If possible, the possessiveness of his words turned me on even more.

  I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, how would I even find the energy?

  B: Har, har. I’m serious, Cat.

  Me, too. And the same goes for you. I don’t want anyone anywhere near you while we’re doing this.

  B: How would I even find the energy?

  I was grinning like an idiot, but before I could even respond, another text from him came in.

  B: Can I see you tonight?

  Definitely.

  B: I have practice until 10. Gabe is such a hard ass.

  Should I be jealous that you’re talking about my cousin’s ass?

  B: Maybe. Gabe’s pretty hot.

  Oh, shut up.

  B: I don’t know if I can wait until that late to have you.

  My heart started to race again, and my skin heated at his words.

  You’ll have to. I’ll make it worth your while.

 
B: How?

  What do you mean?

  B: Tell me how you’ll make it worth my while.

  Holy shit. Was I really going to do this? My hands shook. I was about to sext Brody Galen. Somehow in a bizarre alternate universe I was doing things I could’ve never imagined even a few weeks ago. But I really, really wanted to. I wanted to see if I could do it. And I knew that no matter what happened Brody wouldn’t judge me or think differently of me. And he obviously wanted this… so who was I to deny him?

  I’ll probably start by taking your shirt off. Just to keep it simple.

  B: Hm. That’s a good start.

  Is your shirt off?

  I could almost feel his eyes get wider across the phone line. He probably knew he was pushing it, and he also probably assumed that I wouldn’t take the bait. Hell, I was surprising both of us.

  B: Where are you right now?

  You didn’t answer my question.

  B: You first.

  I’m in my bed.

  B: What are you wearing?

  Brody.

  B: Babe, I need the full picture.

  I’m wearing jeans. And a gray sweater.

  B: Your ass always looks so good in jeans. How’s your hair?

  I was so turned on I was starting to vibrate. Even his simple questions were driving me crazy. They were just so intimate. Familiar. And when he called me babe it made me want to scream with joy.

  In a braid.

  B: Ooo I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair in a braid.

  Brody Todd Galen, your shirt better be off.

  B: Okay, that’s not my middle name, but it’s off.

  I giggled to myself as I typed.

  I know. It’s Marshall.

  B: How do you know that?

  I know stuff about you, too, B.

  He didn’t respond immediately, so I started to feel the edges of self consciousness creeping up on me. Was that a girlfriend thing? To know the middle name of the guy you were sleeping with? I mean, I’d known Brody for years. I would’ve learned his middle name at some point. Before he could respond, I quickly sent another text.

  After I took your shirt off I would probably just stare at you for a while. I love your body.

  B: Not as much as I love yours. Then what?

  I would take off your jeans next. I would take off all your clothes, nice and slow, until you were completely naked so I could really enjoy it.

  B: Mhmm.

  Are you naked?

  B: As the day I was born.

  God, I hope you’re at home.

  B: HAHAHA, omg who knew Catrina Murphy had jokes?

  I was just checking. Remember, we said no sharing.

  B: Oh, I remember. Now that you have me at your mercy, what will you do with me?

  Okay, Catrina, I thought to myself. You can do this. It was time to pull out the big guns. I wanted to drive him crazy even if I wasn’t there with him the way thoughts of him could drive me crazy.

  I want to taste you.

  B: Then do it.

  All over.

  B: Yeah?

  I’ll start with your nipples. I’ve never gotten to taste them before so I’m gonna want to get my fill. I’ll start with the left one first. I’ll suck and bite and lick. Slow at first, but then more when you ask for it. Then I’ll go to the right one, and I’ll be gentler this time. Really savor the taste of you.

  B: Fuck Cat. Take your shirt off.

  I sat up quickly, trembling slightly as I whipped my sweater over my head. When I looked down at my phone I had another text from him.

  B: And your bra.

  I smiled and bit my lip.

  I wasn’t wearing one.

  B: Shit. You drive me crazy. Take your pants and underwear off too. I want you naked with me.

  Yes, sir.

  B: Catrina.

  Yes?

  B: You better be naked.

  I scrambled quickly to take off the rest of my clothes, but before I did I went to my bedroom door to lock it. I opened the door a sliver to see where Talia was, and I heard her in her own room with the door shut, talking loudly on the phone.

  I closed the door with a snick and locked it for good measure before racing back and jumping in my bed, naked and desperately wishing that Brody was in my bed with me instead of at his own apartment.

  Okay. My clothes are scattered all around my room. I want to feel my skin against yours so I crawl up your body and rub our skin together before I slide back down. I’m on my knees between your legs and I’m looking down at you. I see how hard you are for me.

  B: I’m so fucking hard for you Cat. Are you wet baby?

  Yes.

  I flipped onto my back on the bed and ran one of my hands down my body, starting at my breast and rubbing down until my hand rested on my thigh. I held it there for a moment, feeling my flushed skin, before I brought it back up when I saw I had another text from Brody.

  B: Touch yourself.

  Jesus. I’d never really touched myself like that before. I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it right, but then I just imagined Brody’s hands on me and how he would touch me. He did it so well that I didn’t think my own hand could possibly compete.

  I will if you do.

  B: Oh believe me I am.

  I want to watch that. I wish I could see you.

  B: Fuck. Me too. I wish it was your hands on me.

  Brody.

  B: Touch yourself. I want to watch.

  I’m on my knees on the bed in between your legs. I spread my knees apart so you can see how wet I am. I put my fingers there. Just a whisper of a touch. I tell you that I want to watch you touch yourself while I do. So you start to stroke yourself for me. Are you doing it?

  B: Fuck. Yes.

  I’m touching my clit. Rubbing it. It feels so good, but not as good as your hands feel on me. My fingers are so wet that the juices drip down them while I touch myself in front of you. I slip my two fingers inside my pussy and I moan, imagining that the fingers are your cock.

  B: Catrina. Fuck you make me so hot.

  I did to myself what I told him I was doing. I texted him with one hand while I fingered my clit with the other. It felt so good. My senses heightened by the naughty illicitness of what we were doing. Of knowing he was in bed, naked, jacking himself off to the thought of me with my fingers inside me. Of knowing that I had to be quiet because my roommate was just down the hall. She couldn’t know what we were doing. What I was doing.

  Are you touching yourself?

  B: Yes.

  Me too. Brody I’m gonna come.

  B: Yes baby. Yes. Come for me.

  My fingers sped up on my clit and I dropped my phone on my chest so I could bite my fist and stifle the sounds that I desperately wanted to make. A moan was clawing its way out of my throat and my back was arching slightly off the bed as I kept stroking my clit.

  “Shit,” I whimpered quietly. “Brody!” I gasped out as quietly as I could as my orgasm overtook me.

  I relaxed against my bed and wiped my wet fingers on my sheets before picking up my phone again. I had a text from Brody.

  B: Did you come?

  Yeah.

  B: Shit I wish I could’ve seen it. That was amazing. You’re amazing.

  I had a good muse.

  B: Oh, stop, you’ll make me blush. Come over tonight. I want to see all you described in person.

  I’ll be there.

  B: Can’t wait. Oh, and one more thing.

  Yeah?

  B: I love that you know my middle name.

  ◆◆◆

  It was almost midnight by the time the Uber dropped me off at Brody’s. He’d gotten done with practice around 10:30 and texted me shortly after that he was home and that he wanted me to come over. But Talia had gotten in a fight with her “friend” Jack because apparently he started talking about feelings and Talia “doesn’t do feelings,” as she said. We drank a lot of wine, and I tucked Talia in her bed right before I gathered up a few things and rush
ed to Brody’s.

  I was pretty buzzed off all the wine I’d had, and my blood was warm in my veins from the drinks and from the anticipation of seeing Brody. The doorman, Jean-Claude (Brody called him J.C., but he’d introduced himself to me as Jean-Claude, and I didn’t quite know which he preferred) let me up as soon as I got there. I almost bounced with excitement as I rode the elevator to the fifth floor.

  When Brody opened the door, he was wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging black sweatpants, and as I soon as I saw him, all sexy and sleepy, I dropped my things and threw myself at him.

  He made a mumbled “mmphf” sound of surprise but his arms immediately went around me as I started kissing him, lifting me off the ground a bit so he could pull me into the apartment and shut the door.

  I opened my mouth against his, and I may have whimpered when I felt his tongue roll against mine.

  “Mm,” he muttered against my mouth. “You taste like wine.”

  I didn’t even respond. I couldn’t. I just pressed my mouth to his again, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and I squealed in delight when he stooped a little so he could lift me up completely off the ground. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he started to walk us toward his bedroom.

  We barely took our mouths off of each other, kissing like we needed it to survive, and I felt him growing hard. I wanted him so much.

  A moment later, I gasped when he tossed me onto the bed and started crawling between my legs.

  “God, I missed you,” he said as he got to the top and brushed his lips across mine. “I haven’t stopped thinking about since we were texting earlier.”

  I bit my lip and smiled at him before pulling him down to kiss me. I felt his hands going to the button of my jeans when I suddenly remembered something.

  “Wait!” I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him off me but he was way too solid and strong.

  “Catrina, what—”

  “Hold on, get up for a second.”

  He rolled off me and flopped down on the bed next to me, sighing dramatically. I looked down and saw his tented sweatpants and I giggled.

  “Is this situation funny to you?”