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  “Relax,” he soothed. He pressed forward more insistently and gained deeper entry into my hot passage.

  I whimpered at the edgy pleasure only just this side of pain.

  “Relax and feel the ring sliding over that sweet little spot.”

  As I forced my quivering pussy to calm, he forged a little farther in. “Oh yes, yes,” I panted. “I can feel it, hard, so hard and rigid, right there, at the front.”

  “It’s in the perfect place, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, yes,” I said, suddenly greedy for it to go higher, faster, deeper. “Oh Brick. Please, now, more. Give me more. All of it.”

  “Anything you say, honey,” he said through gritted teeth. Then in one fast movement, he pulled me upward, jerked his hips and drove to the hilt.

  His warm, muscular thighs slammed up against the backs of mine. I cried out in delight. The sensation was exquisite as he nudged up against my cervix. I felt so full, stretched taut, invaded so beautifully.

  By Brick.

  “Oh god,” he said. “You’re amazing. So damn hot and tight, and I swear you’re milking my cock with all those little tremors vibrating inside you.”

  I dropped my head onto my hands and became lost to sensation as he pulled out and slid back in. He went even higher and faster this time. I braced and absorbed his shunts as he began to ride in and out determinedly.

  The ring was divine on my G-spot, just like he’d said it would be. I didn’t stand a chance, already an orgasm was knocking at my door. Hovering and waiting to be claimed.

  He moved his hand from my hip and slid it beneath me, leaning forward and kissing my shoulder blade as his fingertips connected with my bulging clit. My knees gave way and I relied on the dressing table and him to support me. He set up a fast, steady, circular rhythm around my clit with the pads of his fingers, just the way I liked it only so much better.

  “Ah, ah yes, Brick, I’m not going to last long, please.”

  “Just take what you need,” he said in a strained voice. “We’ve got all night.” He straightened and his hips began to pump in perfect time with his wicked rotating fingertips. My pelvis jerked, begged for more, rose to meet his thrusts. A really deep, satisfying orgasm was blooming. My G-spot combined with my clit. It was going to be wild. The heat, the pressureso intense.

  “Lift your head,” he ordered. “I want to see your face when you come.”

  My neck was weak, my bones barely mine. I couldn’t do as he asked, all I could think about was my spiral toward orgasm.

  “Head up,” he said again, firmer this time. “Or I’ll stop.”

  I raised my head and looked in the mirror.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Just like that, keep your eyes open.”

  My eyes fluttered shut.

  “Keep your eyes open, damn it.”

  I opened my eyes and stared straight into his.

  A sheen of sweat coated his brow. His nostrils flared and his lips had pulled back over his teeth. “Come for me now, honey, don’t hold back any longer. Come for me now.”

  His thrusts picked up a notch. The dressing table banged against the wall.

  I was there.

  I stared straight into his eyes and cried out as the moment of extreme pleasure reached its crescendo. “Ah yes, oh god, yes, yes…” It was as if liquid heaven was pouring through my pussy. Each powerful thrust of his hips took me higher and higher and banged the groans and cries out of my lungs. Waves of ecstasy overpowered me, claimed me, and my internal muscles went into a series of contractions over which I had no control, clenching around his solid cock and dragging him against all my greedy flesh as his fingers swirled at my clit relentlessly.

  He leaned over me again. His chest hair tickled my back. “You look so pretty when you come,” he whispered, keeping up the depth of his thrusts but slowing the pace. “So pretty when you let yourself lose control for a few seconds.”

  A long, low groan tore from my throat as a final shudder racked my body. I shifted from his fingers. My clit was too swollen, too sensitive to take his pressure anymore.

  His damp hand smoothed up my back and brushed aside my tendrils of wet hair. He kissed my nape. “I think fucking you has just become my new favorite thing to do,” he whispered. “You’re so damn beautiful in every way. The way you look, the way you sound, the way you feel.”

  I whimpered a reply and dropped my head on my forearms.

  He straightened and began to gently pump in and out of me again. His cock was still solid, I’d come but he hadn’t. His hand smoothed over the globes of my butt. “So sexy,” he murmured, “your butt is so sexy, all taut and toned. I love it when you wear those little Lycra shorts.”

  My heart pounded in my ears, loud and wild. His voice was quiet, soft and soothing.

  His exploration of my butt cheeks headed lower through my cleft until his finger sat on my anus. A tremor of carnal delight shot through me like a bullet.

  He was so bad, I knew he would be.

  “I’ve been in your mouth,” he said, “and I’m in your pussy.”

  I looked up, refocused my eyes in the dim light of the room and studied his reflection. Again his head was dipped, concentrating on my female flesh as I lay open and vulnerable to him.

  He swirled the tip of his finger around the wrinkles of skin, dipped down, gathered my natural lube, then pressed once again at the center of my tight rosebud. He looked up at my face, saw me watching him.

  “Can I?” he asked in a deep whisper.

  I swallowed, my mouth was dry. He was so big, towering behind me, his shoulders so wide and his hands so huge. And, hell, I knew how big his cock was. Did he really think it would fit in my most intimate hole?

  One side of his mouth tilted in a smile.

  “What about the piercing?” I asked.

  “No issue,” he said, continuing to pump his cock slowly into my pussy, “it’ll just feel great.”

  “I—”

  “Try this first.” He slipped his finger into my anus.

  I let out a gasp. I wasn’t totally naïve in the anal sex department. But doing it with Brick, having Brick’s big cock with that metal ring would definitely be a first.

  “It’ll be good, Carly, I promise.” He pushed up to the knuckle and I willed my tight muscles to relax. “So good, so intense, for both of us.”

  He added another finger and drove deep. I dropped my head on the dressing table again, my neck weak. He began to pump his fingers in time with his cock, filling me, stretching my pussy and my back hole. Nerve endings barely awakened began to stir and pay attention. I moaned as the sensations buzzed to my still-trembling clit.

  “Ah, Jesus, Carly, everywhere I touch you is just so awesome.” He wriggled his fingers inside me, stroking the satin-soft walls.

  Shutting my eyes, I relaxed for his caress. I’d never imagined Brick inside me, doing this. My fantasies hadn’t traveled that far. It just went to prove how amazing reality was.

  Suddenly a bite of pain caught my breath.

  “Shh,” he soothed.

  He was scissoring his fingers, stretching me. The pain was sharply erotic, a nip that made me clench to push him away at the same time as pulling him in for more.

  “Shh,” he said again, “it’s okay. You only have to say stop and I will.”

  I didn’t want him to stop. My clit was buzzing. I sent my hand down the smooth top of the table and searched it out. As he scissored and stretched, I set up a rotation around my needy bud, drawing in all the spikes of tense pleasure.

  “Lube,” I whispered. “We need proper lube.”

  “I’ve got some right here.”

  He pulled his fingers out. I felt empty and pushed back on his cock for more filling.

  “Stop moving for a second, honey,” he drawled.

  I lifted my head. Still circling my clit, I watched him squeeze lube onto his palm.

  He withdrew his sheathed cock. I couldn’t help my whimper of disappointment. My clit was building up
to orgasm again. I was twitchy with the need to let it claim me. I needed him in me.

  “Now just relax, this is going to be a nice slow ride, okay?”

  My arm and shoulder were jerking, he must have known I was masturbating beneath him. “Yes,” I gasped. “Just do it.”

  He let out a rumble of sound, part groan, part growl. He wrapped his hands around my hips again as the huge, slippery tip of his cock settled at my anus.

  “Oh god,” I whimpered. I could make out the ring in the middle of the wide expanse of his smooth head.

  “Take a deep breath,” he said.

  I did as he asked. My anal muscles relaxed the tiniest fraction and he took full advantage. His glans prized apart my tight sphincter and he popped into me.

  “Ah, no, it’s too much,” I cried as my back arched to the snapping point. I was stretched too wide, it stung, it bit like a shark.

  “Oh, fuck, no, it’s perfect,” he ground out. “Just let it go, Carly. That’s it for now, just take it like this. I’m not going to hammer in and out of you.”

  I panted, kept swirling my clit and let the erotic pain mix with the first flush of orgasm.

  His fingers were circling my taut skin, rubbing in soothing lube.

  “That’s the hardest bit,” he said in a strained voice.

  “The ring? Is it okay?” I couldn’t feel it, it was inside me, I knew that, but I couldn’t sense it.

  “Oh yeah, it’s okay, honey, it’s more than okay. But in this hole it’s going to be better for me than you, you haven’t got a little sweet spot here for me to rub, it’s just all good.”

  He pushed in more and as I took his rock-solid flesh, I became heady, floaty, it all began to feel unreal. My pussy still felt stretched and now he was filling my behind.

  He groaned and sank deeper still. I pressed my forehead on the cool wood of the dressing table and swirled my clit harder and faster. The thrill of what we were doing claimed me. Brick was fucking me in the ass. He’d come in my mouth, fucked my pussy and now I was giving him the ultimate in trust. It was bliss, wicked, but still bliss.

  In a sudden sweet glide he sank to the hilt, his balls pressing up against my pussy and his pubes tickling my butt cheeks. He groaned deep and long and his fingers tightened on my hipbones.

  “Oh god, Brick, it’s so…” I couldn’t describe it, didn’t know what I wanted to say. I was so full of dense cock. So crammed. My sphincter was clutching the base of his shaft like a noose.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “It’s too damn glorious being in your ass, honey.”

  “Yes,” I panted and forced myself to look in the mirror, “Come, come with me.” Two more nudges at my clit and I split apart. I felt as though I was dissolving with ecstasy, shattering into a million pieces. I lifted my head and kept my eyes open, refused to succumb to the need to fold in on myself. I wanted to see Brick’s face when he came. It was an effort, my neck was weak, my head was so damn heavy it bobbed back to the dressing table, I couldn’t manage it.

  “Oh yes, that’s it.” He went still, dead still with his cock buried as deep in my ass as it could go.

  He scooped my hair in a fisted ponytail and pulled, forcing my head to tip up to the mirror again. His other fingers tightened even firmer on my hips, his balls pressed harder against the wet lips of my pussy. His body was motionless. He was just staring ahead, straight at me.

  I couldn’t stay still—apart from my head locked in his grip—I was writhing, convulsing. The strength of my orgasm had me pulsing on the surface of the dressing table.

  “It feels like your ass is fucking me,” he groaned in a pleasure-soaked voice.

  I knew what he meant. My entire pelvis was contracting and spasming. My insides were tugging him deeper, my sphincter squeezing him tighter.

  Yet another wave of ecstasy hit me and he let out a deliciously sexy groan. His head tilted to the ceiling and his lips curled back over his teeth. “Ah fuck, yes…”

  And then his cock juddered inside me. Pulsed once, twice, three times.

  His body remained still.

  His cock pulsed again.

  Final tremors claimed me as I stared at him in total awe of his beauty, his power and his raw masculinity. I knew in that second I’d just become even more obsessed, even more in love with Brick. As I’d witnessed him experience the ultimate human sensation, deep inside me, he’d just become my everything.

  His gaze dropped from the ceiling and he looked at me watching him. His lips tipped in a sexy smile as he released my hair. “You all right?”

  “Yes,” I gasped, taking my fingers from my clit, my scalp tingling where the roots had just been yanked.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. “And so giving and trusting.” He bent to press a kiss to my cheek. The sound of his hot, fast breaths filled my ear like a violent wind. “That felt like an out-of-body experience, I swear I saw God for a moment there.”

  I giggled in a twisted, breathy kind of way.

  He grunted, lifted upright and eased his slackening cock out of me.

  My ass felt tender and burned. “Is it okay?” I asked, pushing upright and turning to face him. “The ring?”

  I watched him carefully roll the milky full condom off his semihard cock. There it was, the ring, shiny and rude, piercing the head.

  “It’s fine,” he said. “You worry too much. I’ve had it years, I know the limits and I wouldn’t have risked harming you.” He dropped the condom in the trash bin next to the table, reached for my shoulders and turned me. “I wouldn’t risk you for the world.” His open eye sparkled as his lips pressed on mine. “That was everything and more I’d fantasized it would be,” he said onto my mouth.

  “You fantasized about me?” I asked, pulling back slightly.

  “Hell, yeah, what man wouldn’t?”

  I slid my hands up his muscular back, damp with a thin layer of sweat. “I fantasized about you too,” I confessed.

  “You did?” he said on a grin.

  “Yes, a couple of times.”

  He let out a quiet laugh. “Well, I beat you there ’cause my fantasies about you are definitely into double figures.”

  I pressed my naked body against his and kissed him hard and passionately. He’d fantasized about melots, okay probably only over the last week and I’d been at it for a couple of years, but still. Brick, my Brick, had fantasies about me. I felt as though my heart would burst with happiness and love.

  He wrapped me tight in his arms and kissed me back as eagerly as I kissed him, his tongue probing and delving and his breaths urgent on my cheek.

  Suddenly a shiver attacked my body. The cool air-conditioning blowing into the room had chilled my sweat-laced skin.

  “Let’s get you into bed,” he said, a concerned furrow creasing his brow.

  “Just let me just freshen up.” I slipped out of his embrace.

  When I came out of the bathroom, he pulled back the thick duvet and I climbed onto the luxuriously soft sheets. He went into the bathroom, I heard the splash of water, and then he joined me. Lay flat on his back and scooped me into his arms. Our legs tangled and my head slotted into the groove between the ball of his shoulder and his collarbone.

  “Warmer?” he asked, pulling the duvet up my back.

  “Yes, much.” I absorbed the heat of his body, delighting in the feel of the soft hairs on his legs tickling my skin.

  “Rest now.” He pressed a kiss onto my still damp hair.

  I let out a sigh and rested my hand over his heart, felt the steady boom, boom of its beat. I suddenly felt exhausted. Completely satisfied, immensely happy, but utterly exhausted. “Just give me ten minutes,” I said, not bothering to stifle an enormous yawn. “And then I’ll be good to go again.”

  Chapter Eight

  The first sound I heard was a vacuum cleaner in the corridor, clunking against the door. For a second I was disoriented, the noise unfamiliar, the softness of the mattress unusual. Then I remembered where I was—I was wi
th Brick, I was in my own particular brand of heaven.

  I stretched my arm across the bed, searching for the big, hot body I’d snuggled against all night.

  But there was nothing there, just acres of cool, crisp sheet.

  My eyes flew open and immediately shut again as the harsh daylight streaming through a crack in the curtains pierced my retinas.

  “Brick?” I called through a dry throat.

  I carefully peeled open my eyes and scooted to the edge of the bed. I looked around. He wasn’t in the room. Perhaps he was taking a shower. The vacuum cleaner switched off. I strained my ears for the sound of running water.

  Silence.

  I glanced at where his bag had been strewn messily open.

  Gone.

  I swallowed a gurgle of bile.

  He’d left.

  It couldn’t be true.

  It was.

  He’d left without waking me. My heart began to thud so hard I was sure it would explode. How could he leave? How could he just get up and go and leave me sleeping? I didn’t know if I was furious, mortified or both. I did know I wanted to hit something.

  Standing, I walked to the mirror on wobbly legs. They didn’t feel like mine. My vision blurred as I stared at my naked reflection. My hair was wild, my upturned nipples hard in the cool air-conditioning. I leaned my knuckles on the dressing table and peered at my bloodshot, sleepy eyes. What the hell had I done? I’d given him everything, he’d taken everything, and now he’d left.

  In my moment of passion, I’d lost my head and in doing so lost him. He’d vanished in the middle of the night. Like a one-night stand avoiding an awkward morning conversation, he’d slunk from the hotel room with his stuff.

  Part of me wanted to crumble into a heap and cry. Sob and sob and get rid of the wild burst of adrenaline saturating my blood. But that wasn’t me. That wasn’t how I handled problems. I had to be strong.

  I stood and slid my hand across the dressing table I’d writhed on in ecstasy the night before. It was cold now, cold and smooth, my sweat had evaporated. My fingers came to the hotel notepad.