Chapter 33
Brynn
I knew Shea had done something with my thong … but actually seeing evidence? Seeing, with my very own eyes, the giant load that the hockey captain had splattered all over my intimates?
Okay, as I said before—men sure could be weird animals sometimes. And what Shea did was definitely strange. It was so primal and shockingly animalistic—it was as if he were marking his territory or something.
And obviously, I'm not his territory.
Yet I couldn't deny how it made me feel—so sexy, so powerful. I'd done that to him. My panties had turned him into a sex-crazed animal who was compelled to commit this unspeakable act. And he knew it was wrong, which was why he took a picture of it.
Call me crazy, but it was one of the sexiest things a guy had ever done for me.
Okay, the sight of his cum-drizzled six-pack sure increased the sexiness, too.
I wanted him in my mouth so bad.
I didn't just want to blow him, though—I wanted to blow his mind.
I gave Shea everything I had. I worshiped his every inch, letting his sounds of pleasure guide me. Slower, deeper, faster—Shea's gritty, raspy groans told me exactly how he wanted it.
He was an easy man to please. And it wasn't long before his sounds grew louder and more urgent, and his cock swelled impossibly firm in my mouth, and I knew what was coming.
The first shot of his cum, warm and velvety and rich like cream, hit the roof of my throat. I swallowed his salty-sweetness, accepting him, all of him, into my body.
***
My head, resting on Shea's great chest, rose and fell with his breath. Panting for air, Shea was still in shock over the blowjob he'd just received. Between breaths, he blurted out his surprise:
“Oh my God, Brynn.”
“That was incredible.”
“And you swallowed, too. Whoa.”
I could still taste him in the lining of my cheeks. I sucked and licked at my cheeks, indulging in my salty reward.
“I'm glad you enjoyed it,” I said.
We laid in his bed together, basking in bliss.
Eventually, Shea caught his breath. He rolled onto his side and kissed me, long, deep, and hot. With a whimper, I kissed him back. Our tongues touched and twisted together, and it wasn't long before a pressure began to poke against my thighs. Shea's thick cock slithered between my thighs.
“Brynn,” he growled hungrily. “I want you.”
“I know,” I said, clamping my thighs shut on his manhood. “But we need to be careful.”
“About what?” he asked.
The tips of my fingers traced the coarse outline of his jaw. “You. Me. The kids. Everything.”
“So … you want to take things slow?”
“Is that okay?” I asked in a moment of vulnerability. “At least until we get this whole nanny situation sorted out. I don't want to be sneaking around the house, sleeping with you behind the kids' backs. That's just asking for more trouble.”
He nodded. “You're right. That's a bad idea. We'll wait.”
I grabbed the back of his head and mashed my mouth into his.
“Thank you for understanding.”
“Of course.” He kissed me again. “So no sleeping together until you move out. Is that right?”
With his thick finger, he drew half-circles on my belly. I was keenly aware that, with each circle, his hands moved suspiciously lower—and my insides began to long for him, aching and throbbing in agony. As far as my pussy was concerned, I wanted him now.
But I had to stay strong.
“Th-that's right,” I croaked.
“That's going to be tough,” Shea said playfully. “But we can still do other things, right? Because, hey, you just sucked me off. It's only fair for me to pay you back.”
His giant hand crept past my navel and burrowed under the waistband of my jeans.
“I sucked you off, yeah—but that only means we're even,” I said.
But my body betrayed me. I dug my heels into the mattress and thrust my hips into the air, trying to force the captain's hand closer to my mound.
Shea pulled away in the nick of time. Abandoned, I let out a disappointed wail.
“Are you sure we're even?” Shea teased. “Because I'd really love to go down on you right now. And you seem like you want it, too.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and mewled. His touch was so good—and his tongue was even better. Of course I wanted him—I was dripping wet just from sucking his cock! But … shouldn't we be responsible? Shouldn't we try to stay out of trouble? Shouldn't we think of his kids, or something?
On the other hand, all I had to do was crack my eyelids open and see before me this muscled athlete kneeling next to me, built like a Greek God, with a thick dick standing high in the air, and a troublesome little smile on his face as he practically begged to eat me out. How could I ever resist?
“Ugh, yes,” I whispered. “I want your mouth.”
“I thought so,” Shea chuckled as he grabbed hold of the waist button on my jeans. With a sudden release of pressure, the button popped free, and I let out an embarrassing loud moan. He tore my panties off, and then my top and bra, and our naked bodies and our mouths came together again.
He grabbed at my bare sides, clawed at the flesh of my belly, sucked at my hardened nipples. His manhood, throbbing and erect, rested against my folds as we kissed.
I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't even want his tongue anymore—I wanted him.
I set the tip of him at my entry and dared him to push into my wetness.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
His eyes went wide. “But … you just said …”
“No, I said, fuck me,” I repeated, my tone demanding and needy.
Shea didn't have to be told again. With one hand, he joined my wrists and held my arms above my head. With the other hand, he grabbed my side and pinned my body to the mattress. Slowly, he let his hips fall forward. His tip parted my folds, and with the massive weight of his muscle-bound body, he sank his thickness into me.
“Oh my God, Shea,” I gasped, choking back the pain—I wasn't used to his size.
Our mouths locked, muffling my whimpers. Shea took it slow and eased into me: gently, inch by inch, he opened me, until I was stretched properly for him—and his chiseled, sweat-glistened hips rested against my pelvis at last.
I could feel his cock, long and hot and hard, throbbing with his pulse in my walls. I whispered in his ear. “You feel so good buried inside me.”
The captain pulled out slowly, quietly grunting as I gripped him as tight as I could, before slowly pushing his girth back in.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Harder.”
He withdrew and pushed in again, but only a touch harder.
“I said, harder,” I whined.
Shea's pelvis began to swing like a pendulum, and with each thrust, his hips stapled mine into the bed with a hefty, fleshy clap. But still, I knew he was holding back—and I wanted all of him. The big man had to be convinced that he wouldn't break me. I couldn't blame him—because in a way, that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted the hockey player to wreck me, make a mess of me, own me—just like he had with those dirty panties.
“I said, harder! Deeper!” I screamed at him, digging my nails into his round ass. “What are you waiting for? I want you to fu—”
Shea cut me off with a battle roar. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide and began to truly lay into me, began to truly fuck me. Wildly, he entered me from every angle, like a bull tossing its horns, his dick ramming against the sides of my walls. Once buried in me, he swiveled inside me, stretching me wider and grinding against my insides like a mortar and pestle.
“Yes!” I screamed as the captain used me like we both wanted, his big dick ruthlessly thrusting in and out my tightness.
He pounded his weight into me as if he were hammering a stake into the Earth. Each mattress-shaking blow brought me closer to a toe-curling climax.
“Harder!” I yelled over the quickening noise of the headboard slamming against the wall, bam bam bam.
Shea's eyes were fierce—he was determined to please me. Sweat streamed down his hairy chest and chiseled abdomen. My body was covered in sweat, too—though I wasn't sure if it was his or mine.
“Faster, harder!” I demanded. “I'm so close!”
Shea tried to give me what I needed, but soon he began to slow. He shook his head, disappointed in himself, and the steely determination in the athlete's eyes began to fade.
“I can't, babe,” he whispered in my ear, his voice sweet like honey yet coarse like sand. “You're gripping me so tight. If I go any harder, I'll come.”
“So?” I whispered in his ear. “Do it. Come inside me, Shea.”
He liked hearing that. His eyes rolled back and he threw his head to the sky and he growled and finally, Shea gave all of himself to me. Faster, harder, deeper—the captain's big dick turned as hard as marble inside me as he fucked me with everything he had left.
My limbs quaked and I screamed, “I'm going to come!”
Shea's heavy body crashed into mine again and again. I couldn't take it anymore—the pleasure boiled over and my senses plunged into pure ecstasy.
“I'm coming!” I shrieked.
Shea let out a manly roar, and his frenzied pace ground to a halt. Deep inside me, Shea's cock pulsed with his release, coating my insides with his seed. I clenched his thickness as tight as I could, never wanting to let go.
“Yes,” I moaned, our mingling juices trickling down my ass cheeks.
Shea was spent. He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around his barrel of a chest. We were a sweaty, breathless heap of flesh.