Instead of pushing me away or telling me to stop, like I had originally thought Braxton was going to do, his hands fist in my hair as he deepens our kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth in a delicious fashion as he takes control over the way our mouths work with one another. He's hungry, ravenous, just like I am. One would think he's desired me just as badly as I have him because all it took was one look at the man beneath me to know that I wanted to do the dirtiest things with him.

Wanting to feel all of this man, his bare skin against mine, I bring my hands to the edge of his shirt. I slip my fingers underneath, they still automatically when they brush against cold steel. I lean slightly back, pulling myself and hands away from him. His eyes dance over me, zeroing in on my chest while licking his lips. A strong arm wraps around my back, jerking my body forward until Braxton's mouth claims one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucks on the taught peak greedily, letting out a throaty growl of a noise as one of his hands smacks then palms my ass. I grind myself into him and am happy to be met with the friction of his erection. Threading my hands through his hair tightly I jerk his head back and away from me, which has him giving me a look that can only be described as dangerous.

"I want you," I roll my hips against him, "and me," another roll, "with a lot less clothing on. Preferably without any weapons either, unless you're into that sort of thing." He gives me a throaty chuckle before surprising me by standing up, taking me with him. I cling to his neck not wanting to fall to my death and ruin the mood.

"If you want me to get undressed then you're going to have to let go, you little koala bear."

"You're the bear not me." I let go of him and he drops me to my feet.

"I would beg to differ, little koala."

"I will not be called a koala during sexy times." He just shakes his head then removes his shirt, chucking it at me in the same way I'd done to him. I pull the fabric off of my face and toss it on the floor. "You know, the hostility is uncalled for."

"You seem like someone who could use a little hostility during 'sexy time'." He air quoted the last bit which has me grinning. Now that he's shirtless, I can finally appreciate just what I'd expected— an extremely fit and hot man. What I hadn't been expecting was the full chest piece that he had tattooed on him.

"For some reason I didn't think you'd be the tattoo type."

"Sorry to disappoint?"

"You're no disappointment." I close the space between us reaching out for his belt but pause. "I can't say I've ever had to take one of those off before." Referring to the tactical piece.

"You've never slept with any of the other guards?" He says it like it would be a surprise if I said no as he takes off the belt. He places it, along with the weaponry, on one of the lounge chairs.

"For your information, no, not that it's any of your business. I don't make it a habit of fucking my father's staff." Not intentionally that is, excluding the current situation I'm in and Jamie. "And I don't have to fuck you." I snapped the last bit out at him which has him arching a brow while undoing the button and zipper of his pants.

"No, you don't have to." He cups himself though his boxer-briefs, giving his dick a light squeeze. "But you want to." He's not wrong but the brat in me wants to play this game a little longer.

"Do I?"

"You tell me." He reaches inside of his underwear and strokes himself a few times and the sight makes me want to clench my thighs. "Do you?" He pulls himself out and the sight makes salivate. "Come here and show me if you do. Now." The authority in his tone has me stepping forward and grabbing his length from him. "That's what I thought." He leans down and claims my lips as I begin pumping him. He's velvety smooth in my grasp with the occasional vein, everything I have craved to touch. Those strong hands roam my body, following the curvature of my sides then my spine, grasping here and there before gripping in my hair again. He jerks my head back which has me arching slightly as he breaks our kiss. His viridescent gaze scours my body seeming to trail back and forth between my tits and eyes, all the while I continuously work him in my hand. Once that heated stare meets my own for longer than momentarily the ache in the pit of my stomach, between my legs, all over my entire body, becomes nearly unbearable. "You are going to fucking wreck me." The words were said in a throaty groan but the intensity of them, of the look he wore, hit me in rather unexpected ways, making my skin prickle with desire.

"I was hoping you would be the one doing the wrecking." I don't even recognize the sound of my voice, can't remember the last time I'd sounded so desperate and wanting. So damn needy.

"Oh, I plan on it." He pulls my hair even tighter, in a deliciously painful way, causing a faint whimper to pass between my lips. Braxton's other hand goes to the front of my leggings, teasing the hem making me ache and long for him to dip his hand inside. "What do you want?" I tilt my hips toward him to insinuate exactly what I want. "No, Adriana, I want to hear you say it." The timbre of those words had my entire body trembling with need. "Say it. Beg me for it." I want to be defiant but I can hardly find the strength. "Now."

"Please Braxton. Please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me." Thick finger's trace the hem of the fabric again before slipping inside. He presses my clit with his middle digit, swirling it perfectly over and over, building me quicker than anyone ever has. He adds another finger to the mix while tracing my slit back and forth, coaxing more and more wetness out of me. My eyes flutter closed, hand gripping his bicep firmly when he pushes up inside of me. "Oh fuck—" In my other hand I'm met with a slickness as precum coats my hand. We work each other in time with one another. Up and down. In and out. Our heavy breathing one and the same.

"That's it, Adri, ride my hand." I hadn't even registered that I'd started to do that but he was right. My hips are rolling against his hand as his fingers pound away inside of me. "Give me those eyes. I want to watch you come." I blink my eyes open with a moan, my breathing becoming more and more labored as I start to hit my pinnacle. "That's it. Give it to me. Come for me." I do— and hard. Every single inch of my body shakes with my orgasm. I let go of his member involuntarily grabbing his wrist when his fingers leave my insides and go to my clit. He starts rubbing me quickly not letting me come back down from my high, no he shoots me right back up until I'm seeing stars again. I orgasm so forcefully my legs almost give out beneath me. If it wasn't for the strong arm wrapped around my waist I would have. I hadn't even noticed he'd let go of my hair. "Beautiful." His voice tethers me back to reality, pulls me back to the here and now. When my vision clears I'm met face to face with Braxton's intense gaze, like forests filled with luscious pine.

"That was—" He did that with just his hand. I'm at a loss for words. I can't remember the last time I came so hard from just fingers. His hand leaves my leggings, fingers covered in my juices which he takes and coats his cock with before pumping himself with them. Oh fuck that's hot. I want him in every orifice of my body. But first I want him to feel just as good as I just had. Once I get on steady feet again he lets me go.

"I don't have a condom."

"You won't need one."

His features turn serious, "we aren't having sex without one."

"I agree." I drop to my knees in front of him then jerk his pants down a bit more, giving me more access to him. My hand wraps around him before I lean forward and do the same with my mouth. I take him all the way to the base, part of him going down my throat. Braxton chokes on a moan as I take him all the way in and out several times. With a pop of a noise I dismount his girthy length. I run my tongue along those delicious veins, swirling over his tip before I spit on it. His throaty groan of approval as I coat his dick with my saliva has me practically purring. I jerk him steadily as I bring my mouth to his sack, sucking in each ball back and forth. Even if it weren't for the way he's steadily moaning, I would know he's getting close from the throbbing of his cock in my hand and the slight quiver in his leg. I lick my way back to his tip, swirling my tongue around it before I take him back into my mouth again. My mouth and hand work him at a steady pace as my eyes flicker up to him, wanting to see what I'm doing to this man. His features are contorted into the perfect preorgasm face.

"Fuck Adri... I'm going to come." His mouth drops open as I quicken, wanting to taste his hot essence. I'm met with four spurts of hot cum which coat my mouth and tongue. Only once his body stops spasming and I know I've sucked him dry do I pull away from him. When I look up at Braxton he's just staring at me. "That was—" He just shakes his head like he's looking to find the words just as I had previously. "That was something else."

"Seems to be a common theme when it comes to your thought process of me." I stand to my feet and am caught off guard by the kiss Braxton pulls me in for. His fingers caress the side of my face tenderly before he pulls away. "We should... uhm..."

"Right."

He stands up straight and fixes his pants. I look around for my shirt, slipping it on once I find it. I tie my hair up in a messy bun again. Without another glance at the gorgeous guard I leave the theater room feeling the need for a nice hot shower.

"Hey, wait up." I pause when I hear Braxton come up alongside me. "I'm not someone you can ditch, remember? You're stuck with me, little koala bear."

"I do not like pet names."

"But you like bears."

I have to bite back my smile. "And they like me."

"That they do." He gives me a smirk before repeating, "That. They. Do."

A/N:
Happy hump day!

I figured this chapter was appropriate for the day.