Brandon is at the veranda in front of his laptop, looking exasperated by how he presses his temples many times. He has been in the meeting for an hour. I’m already tempted to go there and give him a massage, but that would be inappropriate in front of the camera, so I just made him lemonade to ease his frustration.
Quietly, I appear to his side, place the pitcher on the table, and pour him a glass. He glances at me, then shifts his attention back to the screen.
“What do you propose, Mr. Thompson?” Brandon says.
“But Mr. Lucien, what Mr. Katrakis is proposing hasn’t been done before—”
“Did you think Oliver and I started with something that has been done before, Mr. Thompson?” Brandon challenges. “I’m not expecting a revision either.”
There is a long silence in the background, and Brandon speaks again. I glance at the screen, away from the camera, and find about a dozen people sitting on a long table.
I watch Brandon’s beautiful face while assertively giving a speech. I perch silently next to him so he won’t get distracted.
“We understand, sir,” says a man’s voice.
“I want it done this week. You’re a month late already.” Brandon cuts the conference call and hurls a deep exhale. He straightens his back and cocks his head side by side.
“Rough day?” I ask.
He nods.
“What happened?”
“Pauline’s father is against the policy Oliver wrote for them, and the others agree.”
I grimace. “Is it going to be a problem?”
He grabs the glass and drinks the lemonade. “It is because I agree with Oliver. What they want is full control of the site we’re building in Athens. Unfortunately, the structure isn’t even done yet.” He scratches his head.
I don’t exactly understand what he said, but I know enough that Pauline’s father is trying to take over something Brandon and Oliver are against.
I stand up and walk behind him, then clasp my arms around his neck. “This is supposed to be our vacation, right?”
He kisses my arm. “I know, but this is something I need to address immediately.”
“Why don’t we have fun for a bit?” I whisper in his ear while my hand is making its way inside his shirt, gliding my fingertips on his pectorals. I feel a vibration in his chest.
His brows knit together. “What are you suggesting?”
“Come with me.” I kiss his jawline tenderly, then I take his hand and pull him with me back inside. I slide my arms up around his neck. “When is Lydia coming back?”
“Before dinner. Why?” He whispers roughly.
I bite my bottom lip playfully. “Then that’s good enough.”
His eyes glimmer. “What are you going to do, Miss Hart—”
I cut him off with my mouth aggressively, and with my tongue seeking an entrance. My kiss is deep and wet, letting him know I’m taking over the lead this time.
I feel the air blow on my skin as we move to the living room. One minute, we’re already on the couch with me over his lap, and my legs wrap around his waist. My hands glide in his hair as we kiss, bite, nip, and lick each other’s mouths as I learn how to taste and explore him.
“Fuck,” he hisses gruffly, and the bur of his word vibrates against my lips. I momentarily cut off the kiss to pull off his shirt. My mouth went dry at the sight of his beautiful torso. I know that Brandon works out a lot with the sexy V cut and firm muscles he has there, but I can never get enough. My pussy clenches, and my jaw too.
Brandon slides his hands into my shirt and clutches the hem. I sit up, lift the tiny obstacle on my body and pull it up over my head. I then take a moment to undo my bra and toss it on the floor. I smile at the sight of his hard-on tenting his pants, but I’m not sure anymore who’s more turned on as I gaze at his aroused expression. Apparently, I like the power I have over him.
His gray eyes are bright with heat. He softly cups my swollen breasts. “What are you doing to me?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” My eyes drift from his face to his chest and down to his navel. God, he’s just too delicious. I lick my lips.
“If you keep looking at me like that, forget whatever you’re trying to do.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” I giggle in the anticipation that he’s letting me take care of him this time. I reach for the buttons of his pants and unzip him loudly. The throbbing between my legs got much worse.
Brandon’s eyes sharpen. “Did you know what it was like for me when I left? Waiting for every goddamn day to fly fast so I could go back to you?”
I chuckle saucily. “What is it like?” I momentarily step off him to peel off my pants — leisurely as he watches me—then slide down my panties. The next minute, I bend on my knees, holding onto his knees to support myself, but Brandon swiftly catches my arm.
“What?” I breathe.
“Are you sure?” he asks gruffly. “You know you don’t have to.”
“Do you mean kneeling?”
“Yes.” I smile. I love that he’s considerate enough to ask me—making sure I’m willing and not because I’m being swayed by the situation. “I want to do this with you. Please let me.”
He swallows dryly. He releases his grasp and leans back on the couch.
I stare between his thighs, breathless with excitement.
“Then what are you waiting for?” he murmurs.
I reach up to his pants again and slip my hand on his zipper. My clitoris throbs when I grasp his long, thick, delicious cock. I take it out of his briefs, and damn… His shaft feels like metal covered in velvet around my fingers, and it’s pulsating against my hand.
Brandon’s breath starts to hitch as I begin with long, slow licks from the top to the root of his length. I then tease the tip of its head, then leisurely swirl my tongue around it. The skin feels hot, and he’s still surprisingly getting big, making me wonder how I ever managed to take all of him.
I want to have more of him, so while my tongue is lushly stroking around the head, I take more of his length.
Brandon threads his fingers through my hair and gives me a lustful gaze. “Keep your eyes on me.”
I do as he says as I suck more inches into my mouth.
“Good.” He looks impressed. He rakes his fingers in my hair so he can watch me properly. “You feel good.”
I suck him deeper, and he groans louder. His muscle tensing as my mouth covers more than half of his shaft. I feel much bolder, confident, so I take him down to his roots.
“Oh, fuck!” he breathes.
I use my free hand to massage his balls, carefully but aggressively. Feeling the utter control, I speed up my tempo—bobbing my head up and down to keep him on edge.
“Alayna…” His voice is strained. I pop him out of my mouth and come back to suck his head hard, and then wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke his length simultaneously.
He tugs my hair gently. “Alayna, wait.”
I don’t pay attention. I love the way he tastes in my mouth, and I love the way he reacts. I consistently lick him with more enthusiasm. I touch his two heavy orbs begging for attention again. Without breaking eye contact, I increase the pressure and keep every stroke lavish and greedy.
“Stop,” he whispers. “I’m going to come if you don’t.”
I ignore him and continue. It feels like adrenaline, a race that I starve to make every second pleasurable for him. I want him to lose control. I want him to let me make him feel good.
He’s just too satisfying to watch. I love seeing him writhe in pleasure. “Alayna…”
“Let me. Just let me taste you,” I manage to say between the acts.
He stares back at me and speaks firmly, “Then I’ll cum in your mouth, and I need you to swallow every fucking drop…”
I then grasp his knees and suck him faster and faster, and his cock begins to pulsate in my mouth. He leans back and finally lets go. Thick, warm spurts slip down my mouth.
His cum is slightly sweet and salty, and I love his taste. I look into his darkened gray eyes as I let every drop rush into my throat. His expression is pure satisfaction, and I am more turned on than I already am.
“That was perfect. You’re fucking perfect. Now it’s my turn.”
Finally, he stands and pulls me up with him. He crashes his mouth with mine, then grabs my waist to flip me around.
“Hold on to the couch,” he instructs, so I do as I was told.
Brandon positions himself behind me and sucks my nape then whispers, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I breathe.
He cups my sex and slips two fingers in me, and I scream.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I murmur.
“What did you say?”
“Fuck me!” I exclaim. I feel much bolder now, much confident. “I want you to fuck me, Brandon.”
He chuckles. “Good. You know I will only do what you want, right?” I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against the lips of my pussy, then he buries his thick shaft inside of me.