“What’re you gonna do?” she questioned, her voice but a whisper.
“I’m gonna tease you like I’ve been dreamin’ of doin’ for the last hour. Hell, for the last two years.”
Sliding his finger through her slit, he lingered there, manipulating her soft, slick flesh until she was squirming. Her breath fanned his neck, his shoulder, coming more rapidly as he continued to play with her.
When he pushed one finger inside her, Cheyenne let out a delicate moan. She was apparently trying to keep quiet.
“I’ve thought about all the ways I want to make you come. Using my fingers, my tongue, my cock.”
“Oh, God,” Cheyenne said on a sigh.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied softly.
He continued to finger her, but not enough to send her over the edge. He wanted to make her burn for him, and when she was at that point, he fully intended to take her inside where he could make her scream his name as she came.
“Brendon, I … I need … Oh, God, yes. I need more.”
“Of course you do, baby. And I’ll give you more, I promise. Right now, I want to feel your smooth cunt grip my finger.”
His dick throbbed painfully, his jeans far too tight to be comfortable at this point, but he didn’t move. Didn’t want to break the spell. He loved teasing Cheyenne, making her moan, hearing her plead for more. Those were the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.
Using his thumb, he rubbed circles over her clit while he twisted his finger inside, rubbing those hidden nerves that were guaranteed to make her beg for more.
“Brendon, please,” she pleaded quietly. “Take me inside. I want to touch you, too.”
His cock twitched at the thought of her taking him in her mouth. The sweet fucking heaven of her mouth.
Lord have mercy.
Groaning, he put a halt to his playing and gripped Cheyenne’s ass before pushing to his feet and carrying her inside. He waited for Scrap to join them and then closed and locked the door. Traipsing through the house with her in his arms, Brendon made his way to the couch where he sat back down.
Looking at Cheyenne, he said, “If I request you to do somethin’ you’re not comfortable with, just tell me.”
Cheyenne nodded her head.
“I’m gonna warn you up front: I’m insatiable, Chey. I want you in a million different ways and I want to try every damn one of them. But if it bothers you, let me know.”
“I will,” she assured him, her voice carrying the conviction he’d hoped to hear.
He stared back at her for a moment, making sure she recognized the intensity. He’d always been this way, it was something he couldn’t control, nor had he wanted to. It didn’t help that he’d built up his craving for her for two long years. Now that he had her in his arms, he planned to live out every fucking fantasy he’d ever harbored where she was concerned.
Starting right now.
chapter TWELVE
It was as though Brendon had been reading her mind.
While he’d been teasing her outside, his thick finger penetrating her, brushing against every greedy nerve ending inside her, Cheyenne had hoped he’d take her inside and show her all the things he said he wanted to do to her. But, she hadn’t been lying when she told him that she wanted to touch him, too. She hadn’t had a chance to do much more than stroke him, and now … she wanted to taste him.
The fact that he’d warned her about his insatiable needs only intensified her desire for him. She liked that about Brendon. He was straightforward with what he wanted. At least when it came to sex.
“On your knees.”
Brendon’s gruff instruction had her pussy throbbing, but Cheyenne didn’t hesitate to crawl off his lap and onto the floor. He stood directly in front of her, quickly ridding himself of his jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Considering that was the only thing he was wearing, it didn’t take him long. Once he was sitting, he spread his legs and she was entranced by the thick, dark length of his erection standing proud and tall, his heavy sac beneath. He gripped the shaft, stroking lightly as he watched her kneeling on the floor in front of him.
She fought the urge to squirm, desperate to get her hands on him. He was right, it was almost as though the last two years had been foreplay. Despite their constant arguing, there had never been a doubt in Cheyenne’s mind that she would give in to Brendon if he ever got his head on straight. She’d been adamant about not being shared, and honestly, that was her only condition. She was game for anything else he wanted to try. She knew, without a doubt, that Brendon would be gentle with her. He might test her boundaries, but he wouldn’t push her where she didn’t want to go.