Page 71 of Rush

I run my hands up his thighs, taking my sweet time before tugging his sweatpants and briefs lower. My breath stutters when I finally take him in—his cock snapping free, like the unveiling of a brand-new skyscraper.

Wow. Broderick. Is. BIG.

I expected something familiar. This wasn’t. Not by a long shot. What a delicious surprise.

Lucky me.

I can’t help but think about how my jaw is going to be aching after this, wondering how good it’d feel inside me. The thought of stretching myself to accommodate him makes me feral with desire.

“Something wrong?” he asks voice strained.

I shake my head. “Your body is spectacular. But this…is a work of art.” I smirk as my fingers graze the length of his shaft—just a tease.

Broderick’s head tips back, a curse slipping out, his whole body trembling.

I wrap my hand around him; my fingers don’t even touch, and squeeze firmly, testing his weight, his size. I bet it would hurt in the best way possible. My insides throb, wetness pooling in my panties just thinking about it.

Where Alex was clean shaven, Broderick was not, thick dark hair laid the base of his marvelous cock. I run my other hand through it, rugged and manly, before cupping his balls. Feeling every tender part of him.

He gasps at my touch. A mess of incoherent curses toppling out of his mouth.

“Oh, Brody,” I murmur, stroking him slowly, my grip tightening around the thickest part of his shaft, making him groan. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

His fists clenching the edge of the bench, knuckles bone-white.

I lean in, tongue flicking his tip, then dragging a slow, wet line down his length.

The sound that escapes him is deep, guttural—it cuts through me like a jolt.

When I take him in my mouth—slow, deep—his hips jerk, like I’ve just electrocuted him, a sharp inhale hissing through his teeth.

“Fuuuuccccck.” One hand twists in my hair as if it’s the only thing keeping him tethered.

I take my time, settling into a leisurely, torturous rhythm. My hands stroking what my mouth can’t take, tongue swirling.

His muscles trembling, eyes locked on mine—while I’m tearing him apart piece by piece.

I push down with my other hand to steady him.

My insides throbbing with satisfaction and need. But this is what I want right now. I want him to want me, so badly, it hurts.

“Shit, El—where…where the fuck did this come from?” he groans, breathless, his eyes rolling back as he fights to keep them on me, watching me swallow his sizeable cock, my jaw straining at his girth.

I hum around him in answer, feeling him twitch in my mouth.

When I pull off him, a slick line of spit trails between us, I glance up, breathless, lips fat and swollen.

“I told you I’ve been thinking about this since I walked in here,” I purr, stroking him slow, thumb circling the head of his dick.

His chest heaves as he writhes under my touch.

“I—fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters. But he’s done fighting.

He’s mine. We both know it.

“Well…” I lick him again, slow and teasing as my hands pump his shaft. “It was nice knowing you.”

I kiss the tip gently.