No Strings Page 7

  He slid my panties down my legs and tossed them just as he had done my bra. And then it was the two of us, me on my back, naked, with my knees bent up and spread open, my dark red hair fanned out around me. Above me was Brody, still fully clothed, on his knees between my legs, looking down at me like his gaze alone might start a fire in the room.

  Both of us were heaving, breathless from the anticipation and arousal, and butterflies were swirling in my stomach as I stared at him staring at my naked body, getting his fill, taking me all in.

  “Fuck,” he said hoarsely after several long moments. “You’re so hot.”

  I smiled broadly, biting the corner of my lip, and I didn’t know why or how, but in that moment, those words were somehow more perfect than any he could have said.

  I reached up and put my hands on the back of his neck, pulling him down to me so I could kiss him. The kiss was different this time. There was no urgency but it also wasn’t gentle. It was just a deep, passionate, wild kiss with nothing in mind but the need to keep kissing until we couldn’t anymore.

  I was rotating my hips against his, desperate for friction, desperate for more heat, more passion, and Brody tore his mouth from mine. Both of us were panting and out of breath as he sucked on my neck and then slowly placed open-mouthed kisses down the column and down my chest until he was in between my breasts. His eyes flicked up to meet mine just as his mouth enclosed over one hard nipple.

  I arched and cried out, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue swirled around my nipple. The sensation was so foreign and the arousal it elicited was even more so, but all I knew was that I wanted more more—

  “More,” I breathed out.

  He moved to the other nipple, his hands sliding up my thighs and pushing my legs further apart as his fingers caressed along my pelvic bone. It wasn’t quite where I needed his touch, but it was enough to drive me completely insane. I was breathing heavily, trembling slightly, trying to angle more toward his touch and his mouth and his body in every way, out of my mind with my want, with my need, only focused on more. When I felt one of his hands sliding in—closer, yes— his thumb rubbed against a spot that made me gasp loudly, unexpectedly, and my eyes that had been shut flew open so I could look down at him.

  His mouth was still on my nipple, and he was massaging me between my legs in an absolutely heavenly way. I shut my eyes again, succumbing to the feelings, letting the desire wash over me, feeling myself build to something that might cause me to shatter into a million pieces. I was climbing, the feelings beginning in my toes and tingling upwards like a spark on a line of wire, and it was all so much but it was perfect and then—

  I couldn’t stop the loud whimper of protest when Brody stopped.

  My eyes flew open, my hands loosening from his hair and falling to my sides as he looked up at me, and I frowned.

  “Why—?” I panted.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Brody—”

  “Because when you got here you said you couldn’t but then you said you wanted to and things sort of...” he trailed off, gazing down at my body again before looking up at me, the slight flush on his cheekbones and on the tips of his ears, his slight breathlessness, and his wild hair the only indication that he was affected, while I laid beneath him, naked, chest heaving, ready for more.

  “I just want you to be sure,” he finished.

  “Brody,” I said, knowing now more than ever that this was exactly what I wanted and with him. “Don’t stop.”

  It only took him a second before his mouth was on mine, kissing me, his body rubbing against mine, making me feel even more sensitive than before. Then he was trailing kisses down my neck and chest again, and I was ready for more of before. But then he went down further, until he was looking up at me from between my legs.

  “You want this?” he asked, his voice husky with lust as I felt his breath hot on me.

  “Yes,” I breathed, watching him, waiting, wanting.

  And without another word, his head dipped, and I bit my lip, letting out what sounded like a squeak in the back of my throat, my arms coming up above my head as his tongue flicked out. He licked my clit slowly while I held onto the pillow below my head as tightly as I could.

  It was...

  He was...

  I couldn’t...

  “Oh, my God,” I said on a heavy breath, slowly thrusting my hips toward his face as his tongue started at my entrance and slowly slid up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that he had been massaging before, that was driving me wild.

  My back arched slightly off the bed when his mouth surrounded my clit completely and he gave one long, hard suck that made me do something I hadn’t done—not like this—ever before.

  I moaned.

  Loudly.

  I couldn’t see that he was peering up at me, making sure that I liked everything he was doing, because my eyes were squeezed shut and the only thing I could focus on was the intensity of the waves and vicious waves of pleasure that were rolling through me like a tsunami of desire.

  “Brody,” I moaned shakily as he continued to suck and lick and maybe even bite just a little bit, my hips now moving a bit more quickly against his face. When I felt his thumbs spreading me apart, my eyes flew open, and I looked down the length of my body, needing to know what wickedness he was doing to make me feel like this.

  There was something so debauched, so naughty, so... thrilling about the fact that he was between my legs, still fully dressed, in the clothes that maybe the doorman had seen him in, not knowing what he would be doing tonight, while I lay beneath him, completely naked, body flushed, as he took me to places I had never been before.

  The tingling started in my chest this time, rather than at the tips of my toes, and slowly, it radiated out, a sensual heat crawling, swirling, easing its way through my veins. The heat settled in the pit of my stomach as one of Brody’s thumbs slid further in until it slipped into my wet heat, into a place that no one had ever been before. I was surprised that I was so wet that it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it felt fucking—

  “Good,” I said out loud before I could stop myself. “So good.”

  And then his tongue flicked my clit in just the right way as his thumb tunneled slowly in and out of my channel, and the heat that was in my stomach suddenly fanned out wildly. I cried out as I arched off the bed. Brody didn’t ease up at all and kept licking at me as I felt my first ever amazing, incredible, want-to-have-a-million-more, orgasm.

  My vision seemed to go for a moment as my body started to quake and I cried out again, until Brody finally stopped what he was doing. I collapsed back onto the bed, satisfied and boneless but surprised at the urgency I still felt in the pit of my stomach.

  I still wanted more.

  I opened my eyes and looked down at Brody who was grinning like a fool in between my legs. He wiped his mouth, making me blush, and moved up my body so that he was hovering over me, arms braced on either side of my head as he gazed down at me.

  “How was that?”

  I laughed breathlessly. “Spectacular.”

  His grin twitched, and I moved my arms from next to his so that I could snake them down to his waist.

  I still wanted more.

  I reached for the hem of his t-shirt as Brody frowned a bit. “What are you—?”

  “I want your shirt off,” I said quietly, surprising myself with the need in my own voice. I pulled the shirt up, and he moved up off his hands briefly so that I could pull it over his head. Then he kneeled up between my legs and looked down at me, and I bit my lip as I took in the sight of him.

  I had no idea that guys my age could look like that. His chest was hard and sculpted, but not nearly as hard and sculpted as the ridges of his abs. I had never known that this was what Brody Galen had under his soccer shorts and t-shirts, not all of it. I had never known what I’d been missing.

  And for a moment, I felt shy and insecure, not believing that a guy who looked like that could possibly wa
nt me, I wanted to look away, wanted to crawl inside myself and disappear so that he couldn’t see me, how imperfect I was. How pale my skin was, how skinny my arms and legs were. But then, briefly, I met his eyes, and everything changed.

  It was almost that same look he had given me by the reservoir, except this time it was different because he could actually see under my clothes, and his pupils had dilated and he wasn’t touching me. He was just looking, eyes so heated that they were sure to ignite.

  Slowly, he reached down and ran his hands up my sides and then back down, eyes on my chest, my stomach, as my breath rose and fell, unable to tear my eyes away from his face.

  “I want you so much,” he said, glancing up at me, the tone of his voice almost surprised, shocked by how much he wanted it. As if he hadn’t realized it before this moment.

  “Me, too,” I said in a rush, almost against my will.

  “Catrina.”

  Brody looked into my eyes, frowning a bit. I met his gaze, trying to convey how much I wanted him with a look.

  “Are you sure about this?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond. “Before you asked what if you wanted to take it back, and, well… Cat, you won’t be able to take this back.”

  The use of my nickname made my heart swell.

  “I want it,” I said breathlessly.

  “Look, I know we already…” he trailed off and sort of vaguely gestured to my body. “But this is... more. This would be different.” He paused and met my eyes. “Catrina, I don’t want you to regret me.”

  Brody’s expression had changed. The heat was still in his expression, his cheeks still slightly flushed, but it was masked by his nerves. His vulnerability.

  It cut me to the quick.

  And I had no idea how I was going to feel tomorrow, the next day, a week or a month from now, but I knew that right now, in this moment, I couldn’t imagine regretting him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life.

  I reached up and pulled him toward me. I said, “I want you,” in one breath before I pulled his mouth to mine. “Please.”

  I kissed him with urgency, reassurance, desperately trying to show him that I wanted him, that I wouldn’t regret it. After we kissed deeply for several long moments, my hands slid from around his neck to the front of his sweatpants, fumbling with the laces in the front until they were untied. I pushed them down past his hips before he could protest or question my sureness again.

  “Catrina,” Brody said, his pants down to his bent knees, the long thickness of him clear evidence of his arousal.

  The butterflies whooshed in my stomach again as I looked at his long, thick erection, wondering how I would be able to take it inside me, but the desire overpowered the butterflies. I grabbed his face in my hands, meeting his eyes with the most earnest look I could muster in my current state of lust.

  “I want you,” I assured him again in a hushed voice.

  He stared at me for just a moment longer, searching my eyes, and then began to unceremoniously kick the rest of the way out of his sweatpants before bracing his hands on either side of my head, my hands sliding to grip his biceps as he looked down at me.

  “Tell me to stop if you can’t do it, okay?” he said in a low, calm voice.

  I nodded quickly, eyes widening slightly.

  This is really happening.

  Brody was looking at my face, studying my features, and he looked like it took him some real effort to tear his eyes away from me as he reached over to his bedside table and pulled open the top drawer. He rifled through the drawer for a minute before he pulled out a condom and ripped the packet open with his teeth. I bit my lip to hold back the whimper that wanted to escape when I saw him do that. Who knew opening a freaking condom packet could be so sexy?

  For a quick moment, a spark of jealousy flashed in my mind as I thought of why Brody had condoms at the ready in his nightstand, how many women he’d had in this exact position, how many he had looked at the way he was looking at me as he rolled the condom down.

  I was utterly distracted from those unwelcome thoughts as I watched his hand slide along the length of his cock, unable to rip my eyes away from the insanely erotic sight of it.

  The brief jealous thoughts were totally pushed aside then because he was reaching one hand in between us, and I felt him nudging at my entrance.

  He was here. He was with me. Even if it was only for tonight.

  “Relax,” he murmured, keeping his eyes on mine. And it was the assurance in his eyes, the safety I felt in his arms that made me breathe out and relax my body, allow him to slide the first bit inside me.

  I felt the pressure, the burn of being stretched as he slowly eased in, but it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Unusual, sure, but not total pain.

  “I’m gonna have to—”

  I nodded in understanding, swallowing and squeezing his biceps. “Do it.”

  Brody kept his eyes locked on me, a muscle in his jaw ticking, as he gave a gentle but firm push. I bit my lip against the cry of pain that I wanted to release. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, fighting the urge to tell Brody to stop, repeating his words like a mantra in my head.

  “After the pain there’s good stuff, too.”

  I desperately wanted the good stuff.

  “Catrina?”

  I felt him begin to slide out and I moved my hands to grip his hips and stop him.

  “No, don’t,” I said, my voice raspy. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I want it.”

  “I’m hurting y—”

  “No—no, you’re not, just… Give me one second, okay?”

  I took a deep breath and shifted my hips. This time, along with a small jolt of pain, I felt a rush of something entirely different, something pleasurable.

  I licked my lips after several long moments and nodded at Brody. “Move.”

  “Cat—”

  “I’m ready,” I breathed, meeting his eyes as my breathing began to pick up again as the arousal mixed with the pain.

  When he moved out and then slowly back in, my toes curled and I gripped his biceps again and clamped my bent legs to his hips. I was prepared because of what he had done a few minutes earlier and it didn’t take me terribly long to acclimate to the feeling of him inside me.

  Brody was slowly moving and rotating his hips, moving gently in and out of me, going deeper each time. That muscle in his jaw still ticking, and his brow was furrowed in concentration. Then I shifted my hips and he slid against something inside me and the pain was almost completely forgotten as the amazing feeling from what he’d done rushed through my veins and I arched my neck.

  “Brody,” I whispered, panting.

  “Okay?” he said, meeting my eyes.

  “Good,” I said, breathless. “Really good.”

  His thrusts continued their slow pace, but the tenor of movements changed, filled with a depth, a passion, an urgency as he pushed further in each time, grunting occasionally, his features softening as he let the pleasure take over.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me so that he was flush against me, still moving in and out, but this time I could feel his heart, feel his heat and desire even more than before. It nearly drove me crazy.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, and the angle allowed him to go deeper, making me moan breathily, the sound surprising me, not even sounding like me to my own ears. I couldn’t stop it. He felt incredible, every bit of him.

  As he continued his movements, I felt like I was moaning softly with each thrust now, moving my hips with his, begging for more without words, out of my mind with how I felt, getting used to every sensation while wanting more and more and more.

  Brody’s hand snaked between us and when I felt his fingers on my clit, massaging, I cried out, moaning his name on a high-pitched breath and jolting in his arms, burying my face in his neck and biting down as he continued to thrust and massage.

  The rumble in his chest made my heart leap and he pulled back a bit to meet my
eyes, a sexy smile on his face.

  “I thought we agreed on no biting,” he said breathily with an arched eyebrow, making me flush as I remembered our conversation back at Starbucks.

  “I’m not gonna bite… unless you want me to.”

  His smile faded a little as he sped up his thrusts just a bit, his fingers between my legs moving more urgently, his eyes locked on mine as he propped himself up on his free elbow.

  The intensity in his eyes caught me off guard, made my breath catch in my throat and my legs tighten around his hips. He was looking at me like I was the only person that existed in his world, like he would never look at anything else, like he was being consumed into my eyes. It made my stomach do flips as I forced the feelings that crept up back down, out of reach, not letting myself feel that. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

  But then he whispered, “You’re beautiful,” and I was afraid for a moment, when I felt the burning in the back of my eyes, that the tears would fall, unbidden.

  “You feel so good,” he groaned, thrusting more, making heat crawl all over my skin as I felt myself building, building, building.

  “Catrina.”

  I shut my eyes as the arousal flooded my veins, unwilling to look into his eyes anymore, and surrendering myself to the sensations.

  The orgasm came suddenly, making me cry out with the unexpected intensity as my blood thrummed and rushed in my ears so that I could barely hear Brody calling my name again as he stilled against me, thrusting just a few more times before he stopped, collapsing on top of me while both of us tried to catch our breath, and I wrapped around him in every way.

  After a few moments like that, Brody pulled out of me slowly, making me wince a bit. I watched as he rolled the condom off and tossed it into the trashcan on the other side of his nightstand. Then he flopped onto the bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling.

  “That was…”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, still slightly out of breath.

  The air between us slowly grew thick with something—something unnamable, something heavy—something that I couldn’t bear. I sat up in the bed, swinging my legs to the side, my back to Brody, surprised that the small bite of pain that my movement caused had also created a slight tingle of pleasure.