by Blair, Zoe
“Fuck!” Brandon exhaled as his head fell back.
I swallowed him and I felt the crest of his head against the roof of my mouth and I swayed my tongue side to side around it.
Brandon started breathing fast and intense as I picked up my rhythm - complimenting my mouth by stroking with a hand on his base.
He pulled out suddenly, laughing.
“Shit, that was close,” He said.
“I wouldn’t have minded,” I smiled.
“Yeah but I would have” he joked before lowering to the bed and running his fingers to the band of my wet panties and grabbing them, he pulled them down my legs.
He pulled his shirt off too, exposing his perfect muscles and his seductive tattoos.
I felt so vulnerable and exposed with him seeing my rosy slit and my trimmed brown hair, but I also trusted him more than anyone.
“Does it look okay?” I asked him.
“Fuck yeah it does; it’s perfect.” He licked his lips mischievously and I laughed.
Brandon’s expression though suddenly grew serious and seductive as he bit his lip and pulled my legs aside; diving his head between them.
He kissed softly on either side of my sex before sinking his tongue onto my swollen lips and teasing the entrance.
Lingering for a moment, his tongue ran up between and circled around my clit - gently teasing it until I squirmed, giggling uncontrollably as my hips swayed.
He grabbed my thighs in his strong hands and held my legs, which were overcome with the sensitivity, in place and sealed his mouth gentle over my clit, sucking it carefully.
“Shit!” I cried out in desperation.
I thought I was going to rocket right off of the bed as he didn’t allow me to move; only looking up occasionally with a playful and devious grin on his face, before sinking right back into his task at hand.
“Fuck me, Brandon” I exhaled as my abdomen contracted wildly and my breath was fast and hard.
He pulled away and as he kneeled between my legs, he grabbed his dick in his hand and stroked it until the head was chiseled hard.
“You ready for this?” He said, grinning in desire.
I shuddered, suddenly feeling the round end of him pressing into my mound as he rubbed his dick up and down atop my wet folds.
My legs wrapped around his butt and my feet pulled him in as my tolerance gave out.
“Now, now!” I begged him.
He rubbed my clit once more with his thumb, laughing. This man knew exactly what he was doing; there would be no fumbling around the basics like my other boyfriends.
I was overtaken with the pressure as he grabbed his dick once more and pressed against my tight entrance.
I gasped; breathless and stretching open around him as he slowly, carefully sank down into me.
“Damn,” He groaned as my warmth surrounded him. My wet channel gripped him tightly and pulled him in as I closed my eyes.
Brandon pushed until he couldn’t fit anymore and I felt his heavy sack against my ass as he’d sank all the way in.
I felt his warm, sweaty skin and took in his scent as he made me one with him.
“Oh!” I chirped out suddenly as he bumped into the deepest point inside me, withdrawing.
“So close,” He smirked, seeing that he’d still had a couple of inches to spare.
He came down over me and began to bite my neck softly, diving back inside once more, and now picking up his rhythm as he grunted low with each succession.
I grabbed the sheets in my balmy fists, sighing out as his pelvic bone grinded into my clit.
With every massage of my insides, I felt the climax in me rising up fast.
“Yes, yes!” I breathed out as Brandon sank deep and hard inside me and I felt the warm comfort with every time he filled me up, quicker and harder.
My fingers clenched onto his slick sides, pulling him in against my body and I felt myself tense up as I fell into rapture.
“Harder, I’m…” I couldn’t even get it out as I trembled beneath Brandon’s body, bracing for the climax that was rushing in with electrical warmth that rattled throughout me.
I pulsed, heated and exhausted as he rode up against my clit over and over, leaving me speechless as he pounded harder than ever and the hot waves of euphoria washed over me.
I felt connected with Brandon on a level I never knew possible.
My mind turned blank and disconnected but amidst my haze, I heard him moan out loud and long as his thickness pulsed deep inside me and the warm load filled me.
I was coming down to earth with my skin still buzzing and the gushing waves weakening as I tried to catch my breath.
Brandon was still filling me, but finally withdrew as my pulsing walls gripped his head, trying to keep him deep inside me.
“Shit,” he exhaled, collapsing on the bed beside me, and panting as we both laid there sweaty and exhausted from release.
“Wow,” I giggled, in utter disbelief that I’d missed out on a sensation that incredible for so long.
I expected a similar orgasm from when I touched myself, but having Brandon fill me was entirely different.
He fit me like a lock inside a keyhole, turning something inside of me that I had no idea even existed.
We embraced and he held me for what felt like forever, before I drifted off into a sweet slumber.
Epilogue
I slept the entire night through, and when I awoke the next day Brandon wasn’t there. He hit the office early that day, according to the early morning text he’d sent me.
I went to class and my heart felt a sort of lightness unlike any before. But at the same time, a confusing spell of conflicted feelings crept up and tugged at me.
Suddenly, my reservations of Brandon being off-limits attacked me once again, and more vicious than ever.
Obviously, my mind was glued to the thoughts of what had happened the night before, but they were feelings of terror or shame more than they were of ecstasy.
What if someone finds out? Would we be on the news like a couple of backwoods rednecks that people always joke about? I thought to myself as I tapped my pencil distractedly on my desk in English 101.
I couldn’t even remember what the class had been about that day as I was leaving. I was too anxious to get out and text Brandon.
I feel weird. I texted him, sitting inside my car and waiting for a reply.
We’ll talk when I get home, ok? He texted back finally, with disappointing brevity.
I continued through the motions and for a few brief moments throughout the day my mind was able to focus on something different, but ultimately my mind was consumed by what had happened with my stepbrother.
I stayed like that until Brandon arrived home, hugging me and kissing me on my head.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said as I sat across from him at the dining table.
“Well, I mean; you know don’t you? Don’t you feel the same way?” I asked him.
“I feel good, Elle. I don’t feel bad at all,” he said, smiling as I contorted my face in confusion.
“How can you not? Like, what if someone finds out?” I asked him.
“Look, that first time I kissed you? I admit I had some reservations; big ones even. But I realized that this concerns only us. We’re both adults and we can make our own decision,” he assured me.
“Our parents aren’t even married now; I know it seems weird, but there’s nothing wrong here, trust me.” he finished.
“But what if someone finds out?” I repeated.
“I get that you’re concerned, but do you trust me, Elle?”
I nodded.
“Then come here,” he invited me over, taking me securing me in his arms.
“It isn’t like you’re thinking straight right now. I know that you’re confused by the feelings and I understand that; you should feel them, and work through them,” he started.
“But don’t ever be ashamed for loving who want. It took me a long time to figure that ou
t; like, a stupidly long time.” he smiled. “Say someone did find out? So what? But it’s our secret, so that scenario doesn’t even matter” he finished.
His eyes lit up as he saw a hint of relief wash over me.
I trusted Brandon more than anyone since he’d arrived back in Miami. He was a man in control and I knew that we could handle anything together. Our relationship had definitely reached an intense, new level.
It was a new level of comfort and trust that I’d never really known in anyone close to my own age.
And Brandon was right; in time I knew I’d work through most of my feelings, albeit with his continued help.
I was actually starting to get excited for my future, and Brandon’s too, as up in the air as it was. I’d soon be heading off to college hundreds of miles away and he was about to see a big change in his life, too.
Soon he was going to be rich and powerful and probably forget all about me; Miami, after all, had plenty of women to offer.
I was already afraid that what we’d crash and burn before we even developed into any kind of a relationship; but Brandon assured otherwise.
“I know I’ve been in and out of your life, Elle. But I’m here to stay now,” he confided, holding me.
I knew the only trick now would be keeping dad oblivious, and I tensed when he arrived home and walked through the door; Brandon and I waited for him.
Brandon adjusted himself beneath his jeans, and I was fixing what he referred to as my ‘sex hair,’ as we’d just finished having sex for the millionth time a few minutes before.
“Here goes nothing,” Brandon laughed.
And as the door opened, we braced ourselves for the beginning of our little secret.
