To my delight and relief, I heard him tear the condom open, felt him shift behind me. About damn time. I bit my lip with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his skin against mine.
It came a moment later, and I shuddered as I felt his c*ck press at my flesh. He didn’t enter me, simply poised at the core of my entrance and waited.
I groaned. “Not playing fair, Brodie.”
“Just wanted to hear you ask for me one more time.”
“Please.”
“How can I resist that?”
He pushed into me, just a little, only the head of his c*ck sinking in to my body. I cried out, gasping because it felt amazing…and at the same time, it didn’t feel like nearly enough.
I thought I’d been tortured before? That was nothing. This was exquisite agony. “Give me everything,” I told him. “Don’t hold back on me now. Not after all this time.”
Brodie’s hand slid up my back, caressing my bared skin. “You can’t rush beauty like this, Kandis. And I’ve got the most incredible view before me.” His voice was strained with need. “All this smooth skin and gorgeous woman before me…I should savor this.”
I was going to die if he savored this any longer. So I bucked my h*ps and moved backward, trying to push him further into me to sate the need he’d set fire to.
He groaned, and pushed into me a little more. “You’re not good with the whole ‘savoring’ thing, are you?”
“Absolutely not,” I breathed and lifted my h*ps again. “Dessert first is my motto.”
“Well then, f**k all that,” he gritted, and plunged to the hilt, impaling me under him.
I cried out, stiffening. My fingers clenched as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. His hard thrust had taken me by surprise—and it was so fiercely delicious that I nearly came from that alone. “Oh god, yes.”
“Beautiful Kandis,” Brodie murmured, and then he groaned with pleasure. “You feel so good. Never thought you’d feel better than you look, but I was wrong. You’re heaven. Pure, sweet, angels-singing-to-me heaven. This incandescent flesh could make a man weep.”
“Quit talking and f**k me,” I panted. God, why was this man not hammering into me? Instead, he was spouting freaking sonnets to my ass. I wanted to giggle with how adorable it was, but I bit my lip. Laughing when a man was f**king you wasn’t appropriate, no matter how cute he was.
He thrust again, pushing so hard that I bounced against the sink. “Yes, ma’am,” Brodie said, and the teasing returned to his voice. “Less jawing, more thrusting.”
And he drew back, then sank deep again.
I moaned, tilting my head back with sheer pleasure. “Just like that.”
“Glad it meets your approval.” Brodie’s hands smoothed down my back again, and then he began a rhythm: slow, steady, and utterly maddening. With every thrust, he seemed to fill me up just perfectly, and the sex was quickly moving from ‘talky’ to ‘heavenly.’ I began to raise my h*ps to meet his movements, and my entire body quaked with each forceful slap of his body against mine.
He knew just how to work me, his relentless, driving thrust making my body wild with desire. I forgot about the game, about televisions, about everything but the man over me effortlessly f**king me toward an intense orgasm.
I could feel it building, nebulous at first, and then growing stronger with each perfect, deliberate stroke into my body. I gasped, my body clenching in surprised pleasure at how speedily he’d worked me to the edge of an orgasm. “Right there,” I cried out when he rolled his h*ps and hit me in the perfect spot.
He only thrust harder.
I came, my body quaking, p**sy clenching around his cock. I panted, gasping for breath as the release rolled through me. That had been intense.
But Brodie didn’t show signs of slowing down…or stopping. I should have realized it. The man was a champion marathoner at or*l s*x; why would he be any different at regular sex? Instead, he continued to hammer into me, his movements strong, sure, and hitting all my pleasure points.
And my orgasm just continued. I moaned, startled as the release just kept going…and going. “I think I’m coming again.”
“That so?” He shifted his grip on my h*ps and began to thrust harder, and he began hitting my g-spot.
I shrieked as the orgasm turned into an onslaught of orgasms. I was coming all over again, and I was coming even harder than before. And Brodie? He was merciless, pounding into me with such surety and control that I suspected he might be able to go for hours.
I’d be a puddle if that happened.
“Brodie,” I moaned. “Oh God, you’re so good.”
This time, he groaned, and I felt those sure hands slip on my hips. “Don’t talk, Kandis. You’re going to make me lose control.”
Good. I wanted him to lose control. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” I told him truthfully. “You know just how to work that big c*ck in and out of my p**sy.”
“Kandis,” he gritted, and his movements became jerky. “Goddamn it—”
“I bet you look so sexy f**king me,” I told him, and reached backward and smacked my own ass with my hand.
He groaned again, and I felt his body quake with the onslaught of his own orgasm as he finally lost control. I sighed with pleasure as he continued to pound into me, his movements jerky and wild as he came. Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.
We lay collapsed against each other for a moment, the sink the only thing keeping us upright. I was sandwiched between the hard porcelain and Brodie’s heavy body. Which was fine, really, except that I was going to have a faucet-shaped bruise on my tit if one of us didn’t move soon. But I liked the feel of his body over mine, so I said nothing. I’d endure a bruise or two.
Eventually, Brodie hauled off of my bent body and groaned as if he’d been the one smashed against the sink. I straightened, stretching out as well, and turning just in time to see him pulling off the condom and tossing it in the nearby garbage.
I put my hands to my lower back and flexed and then grinned at Brodie’s reflection in the mirror when he turned around. “I’d have never guessed you to be the type to get all romantic and descriptive during sex, Brodie Short.”
He came to my side and wrapped his arms around me, nibbling on my neck again. “Gets the ladies mad wet, doesn’t it?”
I snorted.
“Habit I got into when I was a teenager,” he admitted, and I felt his hand smooth down my back again, as if he couldn’t stop touching my skin. “Figured I could get a lot more p**sy by being nice about it than saying ‘dat ass’ or things like that. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Just as long as you don’t call me some other woman’s name, you can talk as much as you want.”
He met my eyes, his expression serious. “Please. You’re unforgettable. Your name is tattooed here.” And he pressed my hand to his breastbone.
My eyes widened and breath escaped me. That was…so sweet. I pulled my hand from his a second later and laughed. “Catching more flies with honey still?”
His smile was a crooked tease, but it didn’t quite go to his eyes. “Something like that.”
~~ * ~~
Things weren’t weird after sex with Brodie. Which was good, considering we were living in the same room together. But you never knew how the other person was going to act after sex. Some people got super clingy, and others headed straight for the door, promising “I’ll call you.”
Luckily for me, Brodie was the same as ever. Maybe a bit more touchy-feely than normal, but in a pleasant way. He now called me ‘baby’ in front of Marla and Jendan. And we snuggled together when we were seated on the same sofa.
The next two days passed in a blur. Things in the house were calm now that it was down to the four of us, but we’d also segregated a bit. Jendan and Marla kept to themselves—likely scheming how to keep control despite me having the Power necklace — which left me and Brodie plenty of bedroom time.
Or ‘bathroom’ time as the case was.
Strategy talks were non-existent between us; the only strategies being ‘should we do it against the door or in the bathtub again.’
They were two days of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Which meant, of course, that someone was bound to bring them crashing down.
Brodie took a nap after sex the afternoon before the next live show. I couldn’t sleep. Strategic decisions played through my mind over and over again, and I gave up on trying to get some shut eye. Instead, I went downstairs to get a drink.
Jendan was there in the kitchen.
“Hey,” I said, and headed for the fridge. I pulled out a can of the sponsored brand and popped the top. “Where’s Marla?”
“Packing her things,” Jendan said. “We’re both packing for tonight.”
I said nothing, feeling awkward. Jendan was my friend, but Brodie…
“You’re putting both of us up tonight, aren’t you?” Jendan asked. “I’ve ran through multiple scenarios in my head, and I figure it’s smarter for you to put both me and Marla up.”
I didn’t see the point of keeping it a secret. “You’re right,” I said, hopping up on the counter to sit and drink my soda. “The plan is to put the two of you up, and then Brodie’s going to vote for Marla to go home.”
He nodded. His handsome face was still tense, but there was an easing of his brows. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“I have your back,” I assured him.
“All the way to the final two like we originally promised?”
Shit, that was coming back to bite me in the ass, wasn’t it. Ugh. “All the way,” I told him, though I didn’t know if I was lying. I was pretty sure I was taking Brodie to the end with me, but I didn’t tell Jendan that in case he won Power next time.
He nodded. “Despite you sleeping with Brodie?” At my look of shock he grinned. “Oh, come on. You guys are kind of loud.”
That was…horrifying. “We are?”
Jendan pinched a thumb and forefinger together as if to say ‘a little.’ “I think the walls here are pretty thin.”
I bit my lip. “Um. Sorry.”
“Hey, no big deal. As long as we’re still on for final two.”
I nodded. I felt a bit cornered, but I didn’t blame Jendan for wanting to secure himself in the game. If I were in his position, I’d be doing the exact same thing.
“So, just warning you, she’s pretty bitter about the whole situation, and your hooking up with Brodie just makes her angrier. She feels like you’ve lied to both of us the entire time. Be prepared for her to bring out the big guns to try and make her case to stay.”
I rolled my eyes. “You can trust me, okay? You’re safe. Brodie doesn’t want her here because she’s coming after me.”
He nodded. “I guess we’ll see tonight, right?”
“You don’t need to worry.”
He gave me a wry smile. “As long as I’m in this game, I’m always going to be a little worried.”