Forever Never

Naked Brick Callan, kneeling between her feet with hooded eyes and the longest, thickest, angriest hard-on she’d ever seen, was enough to take a girl’s breath away.

She’d known he’d be big. Hell, the rest of him was super-sized. But this was…impressive. And maybe just a little bit terrifying.

That first orgasm that had blazed through her, the one that rendered her weak-kneed and silent? The one that had hollowed her out?

She wanted another one from that.

She wanted him bending her over every flat surface in the cottage just so he could slap her ass until she begged for his cock. She wanted his mouth on her nipples, pulling, tugging, drinking her in, while his beard scraped her skin pink.

She wanted to be the place he found and lost himself.

“You’re doing a hell of a lot of not touching me right now,” she observed, keeping her tone light. If he had any inkling how much she wanted him to force that thick shaft inside her, he’d find a way to say no. To decide she couldn’t handle it.

“I’m hanging on by my fucking fingernails, Remi. I can’t not be inside you for much longer.” His confession reignited the fire between her legs. Her core pulsed greedily around the empty space inside her.

“Then put us both out of our misery,” she begged.

“First, you’re gonna show me how wet you still are for me. Then I’m going to taste you because I’ve been dying to know your flavor for as long as I can remember.”

She swallowed hard. “And then?” she squeaked.

“And then I’m going to sink my cock into you and make you mine.”

With that, he sat back on his knees, naked and fucking glorious.

“If you get up from this mattress without what we’re both dying for, I will chop your big, beautiful body up into pieces and feed you to the goddamn fish,” she threatened.

He gripped her jaw in one hand. “Baby, I’m the only one who gets to make threats in bed.”

She was perfectly fine with that. She bit his thumb and nearly came when she saw his cock jerk between the stone monuments of his massive thighs.

“The only reason one of us is getting off this mattress is to rehydrate,” he promised. “And if you don’t behave yourself, I’ll roll you over and make sure you think of me every time you sit down tomorrow.”

She was also good with that. Very, very good.

“Now, show me how wide you can spread for me.”

For once in her life, Remi wanted to obey. She let her knees fall open and reveled in the rumble in his chest when he stared down at her.

“So fucking wet. Do you like being my plaything?”

Brick Callan was dirty-talking her. She was light-headed with the fantasy come to life.

“Yes,” she confessed, her voice shaking.

“Good girl.”

It made her feel treasured and tortured. But there wasn’t time to worry about which one was more important, because Brick was sliding her underwear down her thighs again. Only this time, he took them all the way off.

He swore under his breath, eyes looking possessed, and then he was slipping his palms under her behind and lifting her up.

The first swipe of his tongue elicited a near scream from her and a pained groan from him. This was happening. The object of her fantasies was…God…fucking her with his tongue. She was raw and sensitive already, and the stiff thrusts of his tongue into her opening followed by long licks against her seam had her fingernails digging into his biceps.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, pausing his assault to bite her inner thigh. “I need more time. I need more time with you,” he demanded.

“Yes. Okay,” she whispered back as her core turned to lava.

“Look at me, Remi,” he ordered.

With heroic effort, she managed to pry her eyelids open. He looked like a debauched devil between her legs. His beard rubbing at her inner thighs as his tongue darted out to tease her greedy clitoris.

“Fuck,” she dropped her head back against the pillow.

“Look at me,” he said again.

She lifted her head in frustration.

“Give me more time.”

“Ugh. Yes. Fine. Whatever.”

“For as long as you’re on this island, you’re mine.” His hands tightened on her hips and ass. “Say it, Remi. Promise me.”

She bit her lip. She didn’t want to make this promise. He’d hold her to it. And that would put him in danger. Unless she left.

One of his hands found her breast, fingers tugging restlessly on her nipple. “Promise me,” he demanded, his delicious, talented finger probing her entrance.

Desperate, needy, and maybe in her deepest recesses, there was a part of her that wanted to make this promise to him. She cracked. “Yes. Fine. As long as I’m on this island.”

“Finish it,” he said, sliding only the first inch of two fingers into her.

“I’m yours,” she breathed.

He sank his fingers into her and crawled up her body while they pumped in and out of her. “Good girl,” he whispered against her ear before nipping it.

What did it say about her that she fucking loved it when he said those words to her? She’d worry about that later. After another orgasm.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked harshly.

She nodded.

“I’m asking because I’ve got a condom in my wallet wherever my pants are, but there’s nothing that I want more than to feel you from the inside with nothing between us. I haven’t been with anyone since…in a long time. If you have any sense, you should say no.”

She felt the weight of his body on hers, felt it anchoring her onto the mattress. Like it was the rightest thing in the world to have his weight on her.

“Good thing I’ve got no sense,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes and dipped his forehead to hers. “Baby,” he breathed. “Don’t give that to me just because I asked. Just because I’ve got my fingers in you.”

“Then take your fingers out,” Remi ordered.

On a groan, he slid them out. She watched in wide-eyed fascination as he fed them between his own lips to taste her again like she was some kind of expensive dessert.

“I want that, Brick. I’ve never done that with anyone. I want it to be you. I want to feel you. Please give me this.”

“You are a fucking dream,” he whispered fervently.

“Just one thing,” she said as he took his shaft in his hand and lined the thick tip up against her entrance like a kiss, a promise. It was enough to make her lose her train of thought.

“What one thing?” he asked gruffly. His chest hair tickled her breasts as he inhaled.

“If you try to hold back on me, I will knee you in the balls and then get myself off while I make you watch,” she warned him.

He grinned. An honest-to-god evil smile. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

God, she hoped not.

He pressed against her a little harder, and she shuddered as he eased the first two inches into her. Bare. Raw. No barriers between them.

“You remember the art shop alley?” he whispered against her jaw.

“Uh-huh,” she said on a shuddery breath.

“That was less than two years of blue balls.”

“So?”

“This is a decade and a half. So hang the fuck on.”

“God, I hope you mean that.”

There was no warning. He simply thrust home in one brutal motion, burying himself in her flesh.

“Brick!”

“God damn it, Remi!” His shout echoed in her ears.

Somehow she still hadn’t been prepared for just how much he needed her to take. Stretched to capacity. Maybe even just beyond. There was pain. A jagged edge of it, but there was something much, much stronger. The fullness, the feel of that thick member breaching her with nothing between them. It was so intimate. So raw.

Her muscles rippled around the head of his dick, and he groaned through his teeth.

“That’s not all of it, baby. I need you to relax.”

Her laugh was brittle. “Make me.”

He pulled out and rammed himself back in two more times before he was finally fully sheathed in her. Every inch buried in her welcoming pussy. Joined.

Neither of them moved as they both struggled to get used to the new sensations. Remi felt as if she was being split in half. Yet the pleasure, the joy, the rightness of Brick’s body joining hers was unimaginable.

It was so perfect it hurt her heart. All those years of wanting this exact moment, and now that it was here, now that it was more beautiful than even she could have imagined, it was too much.

Her breath was coming in short pants as she struggled to relax around him.

“Baby, I swear to fuck if you have an attack right now,” he groaned into her neck.

He was sweating from the effort to hold back. She needed him to let loose inside her. Needed to be the place all of him was welcomed. And for that to happen, she had to relax.

She forced a breath and then another one. On the third, he gave a strangled kind of moan and slowly pulled nearly all the way out.

The relief from the pressure she expected never came. She only felt empty again. “Brick. Please.”

“You’re crying,” he whispered softly. He sounded pained.

“Because it’s so beautiful,” she sobbed. “Because I need you. I need all of you holding me down here, making me feel safe and beautiful and wanted.”

“Remington.” Her name was a broken prayer.

Urging him on with her body, she pulled her knees higher. “Please.”

When he sank back into her, it was again too much and not enough. But this time, he pulled out faster, thrust in harder. This. This. This. As his body rocked into hers, he set a rhythm she couldn’t keep up with.

This was what she needed, where she belonged. Taking each punishing drive. Relaxing her body to accommodate him. Giving Brick what he needed somehow gave her what she needed. She hung on to him, nails digging perfect little crescents into his shoulders as he buried his face in her hair and fucked her.

Every thrust, every time he hit bottom, every slap of his sack between her thighs, every pained grunt swirled into an intoxicating recipe for her senses. She felt closer to him than any other human being on the planet. She wondered if their souls were touching. If they were becoming one.

The pace he set was brutal. Sweat slicked his skin and hers as he forced her to accept him. Every inch. Every dark secret and need.

She was ecstatic. The build, the climb was so steep, she’d never been to these heights before. The trembling started in her inner walls and spread everywhere from the roots of her hair to her fingertips. Something her body had never experienced was about to happen.

“I feel you getting tighter and tighter around me. Do you feel how it makes my dick swell inside you?” he demanded as he pummeled into her body.

She bowed back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Baby. My baby doll,” he breathed. “You’re gonna come on my cock. And when you do, you’re gonna squeeze me so tight you milk every fucking drop out of me.”

She couldn’t see anything but the picture he was painting. Her heels dug into his thick, bare behind, urging him to go faster, harder. She could take it. She would take anything if it gave her the privilege of feeling him let loose inside her.

“Yes, Brick,” she whispered, knowing it would drive him wild.

“That’s right, baby. Take me.”

There were so many pulses of light sparking to life in her body. So many nerves frayed open to the sensation of being dominated. She hadn’t known it would be like this. Hadn’t known how fucking beautiful it would feel.

His hands were under her again, lifting her hips, spreading her ass cheeks as he speared into her over and over again.

The climb was over. She’d reached the top, the peak. There was a serious concern that she wouldn’t survive the fall. But Brick wouldn’t allow her to step back.

“Now, baby doll. Now,” he grunted as he slammed into her tight sheath again. This time, he held at the bottom. Her muscles clamped down on every inch of his swollen arousal. It had to hurt him, didn’t it? There wasn’t enough room.

There was a split second when she worried that her muscles would never relax again. That she’d spend the rest of her life clamped around Brick’s perfect dick even long after he was gone from her.

But then he went rigid against her, in her. Holding in deeper than anyone had ever ventured, he let go on a shout of triumph. She felt it hot and thick, painting her insides as the first rope of his release let loose.

Her body exploded as if on command. Her muscles loosened just as he pulled out, only to clamp back down as he slammed into her again. She bucked against him.

She held on tight to her anchor. Her Brick as the world spun around them.

Every time she contracted around him, he ejaculated deeper into her. In sync, their bodies rode out their world-ending orgasms together, using each other to maximize the absolute pleasure.

Soul-changing. There would be a definitive before and after in her life. Before she’d felt Brick come inside her and after. It was warm and welcoming and messy and perfect. And she wanted more.

“My girl. My Remi,” he whispered brokenly as his hips bucked against her, drawing out the last quakes of their orgasms together.