Brazen by Cara McKenna Read Free Book Online

the Earth for. He begins pumping
me again, slow and deep. His body lowers and he braces himself on his forearms.
His belly grazes mine as he thrusts. I let him kiss me for as long as his
composure allows then his mouth finds a home against my neck as his hands slide
beneath me, cupping my shoulders.
    “Caroline.”
    I suck in my
breath.
    “Caroline.”
He says it again, and again. His body turns greedy and demanding, losing
control. I grab his ass and urge him on.
    “Come for
me,” I say in his ear.
    “Where?”
he asks.
    I think about
it a moment. “My mouth.”
    “Yeah,” he
grunts. “You want to taste me.”
    He thrusts a
few more beats then pulls back. He crawls, legs flanking my ribs, until he’s
straddling my chest. He’s stroking himself rough and fast but my eyes are on
his face.
    “Give it to
me,” I say.
    He leans down
and slides his palm beneath my neck. He cradles my head gently, lovingly, as if
I were ill and he were about to spoon-feed me. His cock is at my lips, and I
run my tongue over his slit, tasting the little droplet of pre-come, tasting
myself. His fist pumps harder, and I memorize it for when I fantasize about
what he’ll look like, fucking himself, missing me.
    “Caroline—”
    “Come, Sean.”
    He groans so
deep in his chest, I know he’s done. I open my mouth wide, and he pushes past
my parted lips, shooting his hot cream across my tongue. Five long, full
spurts, five marrow-deep moans that shake me to the core. He tastes exactly how
I knew he would, how I imagined. Savory. Familiar.
    * * * * *
    I don’t know
who managed to disentangle us from our limp, sweaty heap on the rug and made it
to standing first. I only vaguely remember stumbling to the bed, pulling back
the covers and feeling a man envelop me for the first time in a long, long
while.
    When I woke,
he was gone. Now I’m lying here, alone, staring up at the ceiling.
    It’s dawn, and the sparrows are
chorusing outside, and the sun is breaching the half-open blinds.
    Sean is gone
with the night and the rain. There is no note. There is no sign of him. Only
the mirror out of place and my clothes piled in an imitation of tidiness on my
vanity tell me he was real. And the sore ache between my legs. When it fades,
I’ll miss it.
    When the
clouds roll in, my hopes will rise.
    The next time
it rains, I’ll tell the other boys, “Not tonight.”

About the Author
     
    Cara McKenna
writes smart erotica: a little dark, a little funny, definitely sexy and always
emotional. She lives north of Boston with her extremely good-natured and
permissive husband. When she’s not trapped inside her own head, Cara can
usually be found in the kitchen, the coffee shop or the nearest duck-filled
pond.
     
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comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com .
     
     
     
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