Chapter Fifteen
Dana
Without a shred of guilt, I slipped out of the toilet stall and exited the men’s restroom, only then realizing how lucky we were that no one had come in. I’d never done anything like this before, but I wasn’t about to apologize. Not to myself nor anyone else. Throughout dinner, I knew without a doubt that he was trying to turn on the charm—trying too hard.
The realization had triggered something in my emotions. I realized that I had held myself back from relationships, from friendships, from everything for so long. I focused only on my studies, on Charlie, on my goals. I was missing out on life. Sure, this situation was weird to say the least, but I was no prude. I’d been around the block a time or two.
Ever since we had kissed at the party, I had felt something tugging at me. Curiosity. Desire. As hard as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t. I knew what I was getting into. Brady wasn’t making a commitment to me. We were committed to this deal, but that’s as far as it went. So, for once, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I needed a break, even a short one. I needed a break from the tension and the stress of my studies, of worrying about Charlie, of kicking myself for accepting this deal.
I needed a break, and I was going to take it, come hell or high water.
I quickly made my way through the restaurant to the front door, a half-smile of satisfaction tugging at my lips. Did anyone who happened to look my way notice my flushed face? Could they see my hard nipples through my dress? Did I care?
I walked into the balmy air of downtown Dallas, an odd combination of aromas hitting me all at once: pasta and sauce from inside, car exhaust, that funky smell that hot asphalt gave off at the end of the day. My body tingled inside and out. I’ve never been so brazen in my life, but it felt… exhilarating. I chalked up my behavior to stress, all of it building up for the past week. I needed to vent that stress, and Brady was certainly not hard to look at.
Seriously, Brady was one good looking guy. He made my pulse race, though I tried so hard not to show it. Every time I saw him my heart jumped a little, not my doing at all. I wanted to maintain a distance, but how could I when all I wanted to do was stare at him? Sure he had flaws. Didn’t we all? This wasn’t going to be a long-term relationship, so why shouldn’t I enjoy some of the fringe benefits while I could?
Every morning he was in the kitchen, mostly naked, wearing only boxer shorts as he made breakfast. Every ripple of muscle, every glimpse of that hard ass, and those ripped abs tugged at the very core of my womanhood. Oh, to be held in such strong arms… but that’s as far as it went, and I knew it. Brady was built for sex. I wasn’t sure about affection or commitment, nor loyalty. He wasn’t the type to commit to one woman.
The night air, the people passing by on the sidewalk and their subdued conversations, and my effort to attract the attention of a cabbie managed to slightly dampen my sexual urges, but we were going to finish this. I had to know what it was like to sleep with Brady Shaw. Maybe if I just got it out of my system I would stop feeling this way. This pull toward him.
I didn’t want to be attracted to him. I didn’t want to develop feelings for him because I knew that ultimately, I would be the one who ended up hurt. Over the past week, Brady had maintained an aloof mien toward me. Still, I caught him staring at me more than once. When he thought I wasn’t looking. Without being stuck up, I could say that I was pretty. Maybe not as beautiful and elegant or rich as some of the other women he had experiences with, but I wasn’t chopped liver.
At any rate, I sensed his attraction to me, so why not just let it happen? What difference would it make? Maybe if I took care of this itch, and he scratched it good and well, I could settle into my new life as his pretend girlfriend, his pretend fiancée, and his pretend wife. I stopped there. The other part of the deal was not to be broached just yet.
A cabbie pulled up and I walked toward it, opened the door, and slid in. “Wait here a moment, my—”
Brady appeared then, sliding into the back seat next to me, his gaze riveted to mine. I nibbled on my bottom lip as he closed the door and gave the cabbie his address. Before the cabbie even pulled away from the curb I was enveloped in his embrace and once again, his lips were on mine. Although slightly embarrassed that we were lip-locked in the back of a cab, I didn’t put a stop to it. Not even when his hand groped my breast through my dress. Feeling daring, I slid my hand between his legs and felt his cock burgeoning to life again.
My chest hitched with my intake of breath as I returned his caress, giving him as good as he gave. Our tongues swirled round and round as my hand stroked the length of his penis, thrilling that I had the power to provoke such a response in him. He wasn’t being aloof now. He was—
“Okay, you two, we’re here.”
I pulled abruptly away from Brady when I realized the cabbie looked at us over his shoulder and saw the grin on his lips. Brady nodded and reached into his back pocket. Pulling out his wallet, he offered the cabbie twice the fare and then opened the door. He stepped out, offered me his hand and I took it, not giving the cab driver a second thought as he shut the door and stepped to the entrance to the building. He tapped his security code, and the heavy glass doors made a clicking sound. He pushed one open, and we stepped through the small foyer toward the elevator.
I didn’t like that elevator, but at the moment, it sure beat the hell out of clambering up the stairs. As hot, wet, and ready as I was, I didn’t know I’d be able to stop Brady from mounting me—if he were so inclined—on one of the landings between the lobby and his penthouse.
We entered the elevator, and Brady closed the gate and then push the button for the penthouse suite. As it slowly rose, creaking and thumping, he pulled me against him, my back to his chest. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, leaning my head against his solid pecs as he fumbled with his zipper and positioned himself behind me. I felt nasty, but in a good, excited way. Brazen. I rubbed my ass against his groin, and he groaned, the sound rumbling from deep inside his chest.
I felt the draft of chilled air as he lifted the back of my dress, his cock probing for my opening. I shifted my stance, giving him more room. His head found its target without much difficulty. I wore a thong, and his cock slid easily underneath the loose-fitting lacy hem. My legs slightly apart, he clasped me tightly against his waist and then, as his hand drifted downward to cup my mound and mold my body to his, he entered. He filled me completely in one long, sure stroke. I gasped, my grip around his neck tightening as he rubbed his palm against my clitoris, his dick slowly sliding out and then surging upward again in a rhythm that matched the movement of his hand.
I groaned, ears buzzing, pussy throbbing, already at the point where I was about to explode when the elevator suddenly stopped. That jolted me into awareness. I glanced up at the old-fashioned dial, realizing the journey to the penthouse would be short-lived. The elevator had stopped halfway up. I quickly tried to reach for the stop button. Too late. Frozen, Brady’s palm still cupping my mound through my dress, his cock deep inside me, the iron grate door was pulled open. I found myself staring at an older couple, who stared back, eyes wide with shock, mouths open in dismay.
“Good evening,” Brady rumbled, then reached forward to close the gate. “Sorry, we’re going up.”
Stunned, I smiled awkwardly at the older couple as the elevator continued its upward momentum. Brady chuckled. I couldn’t help it and began to laugh as well. But the moment had passed. He pulled himself out of me, tucked his engorged cock back into his pants, and zippered up as the elevator finished its journey and disgorge us at the top floor.
Burning with desire, I reached for the gate myself and gave it a tug, then grabbed for Brady’s hand. Both of us laughing now, we stumbled toward his apartment. Once inside, nothing was going to stop me. I hurried toward the master bedroom, lifting my dress over my shoulders and dropping it in a heap by the bed. I turned around and saw Brady already tugging his shirt from his pants, his erection obvious, pressing against the fabric of his dress slacks.
I stood in front of him, naked except for my dainty thong, resisting the urge to cover myself from his breathtaking gaze. His eyes lingered on my breasts, prompting my nipples to instinctively harden, as if reaching for him, inviting the feel of his tongue. He stepped forward, slid his arms around me, and lifted me upward as if I weighed nothing at all. His lips encompassed my right nipple and suckled. I felt the jolt all the way down to my toes. Slowly, he released his grip on that nipple and then turned his attention to the other. I squirmed, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders.
Finally, every area of my body on fire, he allowed me to slowly slide downward. I felt every rock-hard muscle of his chest, his abdomen, and his thighs as I did. Lacking the patience and rather ashamed of my lack of the same, I grasped both sides of his button-down shirt and pulled. Buttons popped. He laughed as I shoved the shirt down his shoulders as he shrugged out of the sleeves and waited, arms extended slightly to the side. Waiting?
I reached for his belt buckle, unclasped it, and then unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, shoving them down along his hips, my gaze following the descent of his trousers. His cock was thick, engorged, and pulsating, at full attention now. I sat down abruptly on the side of the bed and he took a step toward me, his dick aimed directly at my face. I took him into my mouth and closed my eyes, one hand reaching for the base of his shaft while the other cupped his balls.
My forehead leaned against his abdomen. I felt his abdominal muscles clench as my lips formed a tight, wet seal around his head. My hand slid over the musculature of his cock, so velvety smooth on its surface, the skin sliding easily over the incredibly hard muscle beneath. My tongue swirled around his head as my hand stroked, and my other hand gently squeezed his balls. His hands rested on my shoulders, a soft groan burgeoning upward from his throat.
He didn’t move as I suckled him for several moments. Then, and quite abruptly, I was swept into his arms and the next second we fell backward onto the bed, his body nestled between my legs. We lay like that for several seconds, our eyes meeting, our skin flushed with sexual passion. Did he feel the same thing I did? This strange and compelling pull? This was more than just sex. I felt it, but did he?
He closed his eyes and dipped his head, worshiping my breasts with his mouth, first one, then the other. He nestled himself comfortably in between my thighs. His chest rubbed against my clitoris, and I couldn’t help but respond.
His mouth left my breast and his tongue traced a line of liquid heat down along my own abdomen, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs slowly circling my nipples as his mouth ventured ever lower. I instinctively spread my legs further apart, inviting his exquisite exploration. My pussy already thrummed with anticipation, and then his mouth settled over my clitoris, his tongue gentle and warm as it swirled in circles, causing ever-increasing waves of heat to surge upward inside me.
I couldn’t hold back. His fingers, his tongue, and his skill had me responding in a matter of seconds. My hips gyrated and lifted upward, seeking more contact. The waves encompassed me and compelled me to writhe against him, my head thrust back into the pillow, relishing in the glorious ecstasy of my orgasm. My pussy throbbed in strong, rhythmic pulses. Before I caught my breath, I felt his head once again pressing against my wetness. I grabbed his shoulders, wrapped my legs around the back of his thighs, and invited him inside.
He obliged and slid easily into my wetness. Once fully engulfed, he paused for several moments, eyes closed, face tight with passionate attention, and then slowly, he began to move. Sliding easily out, almost disengaging before surging forward again in long, sensuous strokes. My hips lifted to meet every stroke, my hands reaching down to clasp that sculpted ass of his, trying to compel him deeper inside. His hips moved faster, the strokes growing harder. His balls slapped against my skin. Grunts, moans, and gasps accompanied the sound. The bed bounced with our enthusiasm. I completely let go of everything, all my worries and concerns about the future. What the hell. I was in the moment, living only for this moment, this contact, this incredible sex, this connection between two people.
His thrusts came faster, every surge causing his ass muscles to tighten beneath my fingers. He lifted the weight of his upper torso onto his hands, every muscle delineated as he sought greater momentum. My internal muscles contracted firmly around his cock, wishing to hold him inside me forever, at least several more moments. My hips rose faster, and my breasts jiggled as my breath came in short gasps. I felt another wave of ecstasy surging upward from the burning heat in my pussy.
I climaxed again, my inner muscles grasping him tightly with contractions. Seconds later, he froze. I felt the hot surge of semen, the pulsing rhythmic release of his own orgasm. I looked at his face then, head thrown back, jaw tightly clenched, eyes closed, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
His chest glistened with sweat as my eyes admired every feature of his face, the expression, relaxing now as he briefly sank down on top of me and then rolled over onto his back. I thought that would be it, but I was mistaken. He tugged at my arm until I rolled over on top of him. We lay like that, my head nestled into the crook of his neck, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
I’d never felt so comfortable, so satiated… so… wishful.