Free Brawler by K.S. Adkins Page B

can explore later dammit, I need an orgasm.
    “We have all night, Princess.”
    “I can’t wait all night. Fuck me here against the door, Jonas.”
    “Against the —? Fuck, wait, we can go upstairs so you won’t be uncomfortable.”
    “I’m uncomfortable now.”
    “Shit, am I hurting you?”
    “No you aren’t inside of me. I need you, Jonas,” I say while I reach down to grab his cock. He’s been rock-hard since he came to get me, and I can’t be denied any longer.
    “I’ve never —”
    I cut him off by biting his lower lip hard. He moans but surrenders. He’s at war with himself for some reason. I undo his jeans and push them down along with his underwear. There. He’s free, now there are no more excuses. Being on my knees in front of him is fucking hot. His cock is bouncing around like it knows what comes next and can’t wait for it, either.  I lick my lips to wet them and take my left hand to cup him. He bucks into my hand so I squeeze to keep him still. I don’t hesitate to open wide and make my first pull on his cock a hard one. I follow it up by another then another all while working his balls over. He’s thrusting himself into my mouth so I suck harder and add my right hand to the mix and pump his shaft.
    His cock is magnificent. Big and powerful, like he is. I want more.
    “I’m not gonna last like this.”
    “Yes, you will,” I say, letting my mouth pop when I release him.
    “Let me take you upstairs, please, Princess.”
    He loves being sucked off, but not being in a bedroom is uncomfortable for him. I decide to let him lead a bit. If he’s not comfortable then none of this will be worth for it for him, or me.
    “Take me upstairs then,” I say, standing up, then taking his hand. I even pull his jeans and underwear back up because he looks really unhappy about what’s happening.
    He leads me up to his room quietly.
    I stay silent. Waiting to see what he needs.
    Opening the door he says, “This is my room.”
    “That’s the bed, huh?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’m the only one besides you that’s ever been in it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Good. Is the box spring sturdy?”
    Before he loses his nerve, I lead him back to lie down on his bed. I remove his boots and shoes, followed by his jeans and underwear. He reaches for me but I move his hands to above his head. I take off just my cardigan and wrap his hands in it. He doesn’t look happy. Maybe resigned? I don’t want him resigned; I want him as desperate as I am.
    “Princess?”
    “Shh,” I say running my fingers over his chest. “Keep your hands where they are.”
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m going to fuck you, Jonas. Hard. On this bed, with your hands wrapped in my sweater, above your head.”
    “This isn’t what I wanted.”
    “Isn’t it?”
    “Not like this, no.”
    Straddling him, I freeze. He doesn’t want this? Or he just doesn’t want me? I study his face, I mean really look at it. He’s sweating and he looks terrified. No, this isn’t what he wants. Not at all.
    “I’m sorry,” I say reaching for his hands to remove my sweater. “I guess I misunderstood.”
    “Stop,” he says, steadying my hands. “I want you, just not like this.”
    “I didn’t even start what ‘this’ is. I get it, okay? You don’t want this; it’s fine.”
    “You’re upset.”
    “I think I’m going to go to bed.” I attempt to climb off when he stops me.
    “What’s going on in that brain of yours now?”
    “Nothing worth mentioning. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Macy, wait.” Grabbing my waist, he settles me back on his lap “Are you seriously upset because I don’t want you riding me like some skank in a porno flick?”
    God, the humiliation continues. “You know, I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
    “What’s gotten into you? Can’t we just do this the normal way?”
    “Nothing’s gotten into me! The normal way, huh? How’s that exactly?”
    “You know, me on top and you on the