Saffi

Holy shit.

I’d never come like that before, and even though I was safe in Varden’s arms, my trembling continued.

Safe. That’s what it was. I don’t know I’d ever felt so safe.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled.

“Jesus. You’re not kidding. That was freaking hot.”

“Varden?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What are we gonna tell my dad? You asked him for my number, so he obviously knows something’s up.”

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to talk to him alone.”

“Well, I don’t usually let other people do my speaking for me. But in this case, I guess it might be okay. Would you be nervous?”

“Not sure I’d say nervous. I mean, I’ve done a lot of business with your dad. I know he thinks well of me. But he knows I haven’t had the best reputation with the ladies. He might not want me coming anywhere near you.”

He had a point.

I squeezed his hand. “I think if we’re honest, he’ll be okay. He knows I’m not an idiot.”

He looked at me. “Come home with me tonight. I’ll drive you back to your dad’s in the morning.”

My heart leapt.

“Let’s go.”

We headed toward the door of the club, earning a few admiring nods on the way. And yet, without his mask, no one knew who Varden was.

* * *

Once in his amazing penthouse apartment, he hollered for his brother. “Beau! I got a friend with me.”

A man emerged from the back who, with his dark eyes and chiseled face, could have been his twin. But Varden was a smidge taller and definitely more buff. I extended my hand.

“So you’re the one?” Beau’s smile rivaled his brother’s. Good lord. I couldn’t believe there were two of them.

I looked at Varden. “You talked about me?”

“I might have.” He turned to Beau. “Thanks for outing me, bro.”

“Oh shit, didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” Beau said, laughing. “I think I’ll excuse myself now.” He disappeared back into his room.

Damn. Those Gallagher men were gorgeous.

“Wow,” Saffi said. “Your brother could give you a run for your money.”

Varden grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. “You’re right. He’s a great guy. Had some challenges, but he’s making it work. I help him all I can.”

“He’s lucky to have you.”

Varden nodded. Were his eyes watery? “I’m the lucky one. In more ways than one.”

* * *

Next morning, Varden found me wearing the fluffy white bathrobe I’d helped myself to. I was watching the San Francisco sunrise. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms tight.

“This view is insane,” I said.

He turned me to face him and stepped back to look me up and down. “I have to say, that robe has never looked better.”

“Oh, you say that to all the girls.”

“Actually…I’ve never had a girl spend the night here before. You’re the first to wrap that robe around your hot, little body.” And right there, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he started to unwrap me, his hands inching toward my breasts.

“Wait! Your brother.”

“Oh shit. Almost forgot about little Beau.” He took my hand and led me back to the bedroom.

Once inside, he yanked the robe from me, dropping it to the floor. Under his Egyptian cotton pajama bottoms, his now-erect cock screamed for attention. He hooked his thumbs in the drawstring waistband, pushing them to his ankles. His bouncing hard on was engulfed by his huge hand, stroking it from base to bulging head.

It was the first time I’d seen him fully naked, and he was glorious. Whenever we’d played at the club, we’d always been partially clothed.

This had definitely been worth waiting for.

His broad shoulders and upper arms bulged with the curve of muscle, and the inside of one forearm was tattooed with some sort of clock. His nipples were erect and brown, surrounded by a perfect splay of chest hair. It vee’d into a long, thin line past his belly button to where his hand rested on his cock.

Without the robe, I, too, was completely exposed and thanks to his admiring gaze, I’d never felt as beautiful.

“Kneel.” He motioned toward the long, upholstered bench in front of another expansive window.

I padded over and settled on my knees. “Like this?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He walked up behind me, directing me to bend all the way down until my cheek rested on the cushion. He hoisted my hips as high as they would go and spread my knees. From my position, I watched him step back and look at me on full display. I felt his gaze wander from my ass past my pussy, to the top of my slit where my clit was peeking out.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled.

“Someone might see us,” I said, peeking out the window.

“I thought you’d like that.”

He was right.

My hand wandered back between my legs and one finger landed on the erect bud of my clit. Varden groaned.

“What a sight,” he murmured, reaching into his dresser.

He stretched a condom over his length and ran his tongue from my ass all the way through my lips and back up. “Damn, you taste good,” he told me, leaving me shivering beneath him.

“You like licking my pussy and ass? Maybe you can lick it again? Please?” I begged.

He straddled the bench just behind me so my ass was perfectly in line with his face. He licked a finger and circled it around my tight opening. As he loosened me, I moaned and pushed back on his finger.

“You like it in your ass, don’t you?”

“Mmmm. I’ve never had it in my ass,” I murmured. “Except for your finger.”

He pushed in farther. “Yeah? Tell me if it’s too much. Okay?”

I wiggled my ass in the air. “More. I want more.” I trusted him to do anything he wanted.

He introduced a second finger and gently pushed until I relaxed. With two fingertips inside, he pumped them in and out until they were buried to his knuckles.

Electricity shot from my core to every nerve ending. I’d never dreamed ass play would leave me trembling like this.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mmmm.” I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, and soon, his fingers were completely buried. He gradually increased the speed of his pistoning until I pounded my fists on the bench and began to moan.

“Give it to me. I want more. Fuck me, Varden. I want your cock in there,” I begged.

If I didn’t get it I might lose my mind.

“You sure, baby?”

“Please…please,” I murmured.

I twisted around to see him reach for some lube. He coated himself with it and drizzled some down my crack, making me jump and the tickling sensation. I waved my ass in the air like a dog in heat.

A different pressure bounced against my ass, much larger than Varden’s fingers. I rubbed my clit, focused on relaxing my tight ring of muscle.

He pressed against my opening, his tip stretching me and gradually dipping past my rim. When the widest part of his head passed through, I jumped at the slight burn. I exhaled, and he glided in more easily. He sank deeper into me and I jammed myself back on him. He reached forward and held my head down. A thousand tiny explosions racked my body with a sensation I’d never known existed. I loved it.

My moans rose to a crescendo and I continued rocking my hips against him. It was fucking unbelievable.

“God, yeah, Varden. I love it,” I murmured over and over again.

He pumped harder, his balls bouncing against my pussy. I reached back and thrust two fingers in myself and to feel his dick on the other side of my wall.

“You love what, baby?” he teased.

“Your cock in my ass. Fuck me, fuck my ass,” I mumbled as my body shook in violent shudders. My orgasm hit so hard, I started to slide off the bench.

But he righted me just in time, like I knew he would. I twisted my head free of his grasp and bucked and my orgasm continued to roll from the sensitive nerves of my ass to my fingers, toes, and scalp, in wave after wave of inconceivable ecstasy.

Behind me, he groaned. With one last thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he ever had in my pulsating ass, and with a tight grip on my hips, delivered his load. When he was done, he pulled out gradually, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the bed.

Curling up on my side, I was beyond spent. Varden pulled me toward him in a tight spoon, and we dozed.