by Shayne Ford
I cut the engine off and follow him.
“Braxton!!”
Doors slam in front of me, and I open them one by one as I search the chambers for him. I walk into the bedroom.
He unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt as he walks into the closet.
“What do you want, Jagger?” he asks, yanking his shirt off and tossing it on the floor.
“Hey...”
I grab his arm, and he pushes me back with force, throwing me against the wall. He wraps his hand around my neck.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” he snarls, baring his teeth. “I’ll leave. Okay? I can’t do more than that. I can’t control my heart. I can’t turn back time. You still have her. She’ll forget about me, and you’ll get all of her. Maybe our dreams are not supposed to become real after all. That’s why they’re fucking dreams,” he says, flashing a bitter smile.
“I don’t want you to go, Braxton,” I say with a softer voice. “And I don’t think Violet wants that either.”
“It’s different for her. She’s a woman. She’ll want to bond with you. She’ll have no place for me, no matter how deeply she cares for me or how good the sex is.”
“You just told me I crushed your hearts. Why do you want to do the exact same thing?
He lowers his eyes and shakes his head, his grip slackening on me. He sets his palms on the wall on either side of my head. He looks down at me and then he raises his eyes.
“I can no longer be in the same bed with both of you. She’ll know I’m dying to fuck you as much as I want to fuck her.”
His eyes lock mine, a sad smile glinting across his lips.
I watch him in silence.
“We could’ve done this before, Braxton... Before her. ”
“I was afraid I’d lose you.”
“And now?”
“It looks like I’m already losing you, so there’s no point in hiding it,” he says softly.
“You really think that...?” I murmur, my focus completely shattered, as his gaze sweeps my lips before it comes back to my eyes.
“I don’t know... All I want is for you to let me love you, Jagger. That’s all I’m asking...” he says quietly, his hand going down on me. “I know you... and how good we felt,” he says, and my eyes pull half shut as he touches me between my legs, and my shaft is twitching, hard as stone. “There’s no point in pushing me back. We both want it... We both feel it. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he says, his voice soft and tender. “Nothing will happen. We’ll try something we’ve both been curious about for some time,” he says, and gently touches my lips, his palm sweeping my erection. “Please...”
His voice quivers with emotion, his chest expanding with a shaky breath. The time for pushing back this idea has finally come to an end.
Like him, I was never attracted to other men, but I always felt the pull between us, the curiosity and craving for him, and he was always there, on the edge, waiting for me, for my sign, hoping I’d give him access, like now. Hoping he’d earn my trust and make me shed my reservations.
Nothing held me back stronger than the idea that I might like it too much, that I might like him too much. I always felt the power I had over him, that’s why I tested him once in a while, taunting him, but he always held back.
Until now.
He smoothly runs my zipper down and wraps his hand around my shaft, slowly stroking me.
I could easily come.
His lips hover over mine as his fist goes up and down my cock. I close my eyes, relishing that feeling.
“You love it...” he purrs against my lips. “You always did... Why do you have to push me away?”
“I don’t,” I finally murmur, cracking my eyes open, his blue gaze streaming to me, his smile making my balls tighten. “We can be so fucking good...” he says. “If you let me...” he murmurs, his lips touching mine again. My hands slide down his muscular back, and then slip inside his pants, grabbing his ass.
“That’s fucking it...” he says.
I open his fly and wrap my fingers around his erection. I take one last breath before his mouth crashes on mine, a groan vibrating in his throat.
I lean back against the wall as our tongues touch and swirl, tangling in an instant.
Swept away, we half shut our eyes and deepen the kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and his pre-cum hits my palm.
“You blow my fucking mind,” he mumbles, one hand wrapped around my neck, the other stroking me.
Rolling my hips, I grind into his fist. He curls his hand around both of us, and I melt from waist down as I feel him pressed against me, his shaft so hot, his lips addictive.
We delve deep into each other mouths, hard and stirring, tips wet, hips rocking, balls tightening, moments away from coming.
He’s strong and hot and famished, and I respond to him, my muscles hardening, my heart racing.
He thrusts and grinds against me, both dripping. It’s my turn to cuff us both, and his hands move to my neckline.
In one motion, he tears the T-shirt off me and crashes his bare chest against mine. His dress pants are open, and so are my jeans.
He takes my mouth again, our lips connecting in a feast.
Sucking each other’s tongues, we kiss and breathe into each other, and as he grunts, it dawns on me he was always fucking mine.
I pull him into me, his groin pressing against mine, squeezing our erections together.
His eyes swim with unbridled lust.
I tear my lips and hand away from him while stroking my own shaft, and narrowing my eyes, I toss him a fiery smile, smoothly sinking to my knees.
Flushed, he watches me with drunken eyes.
“Jagger...?”
Surprise and disbelief flash in his voice.
His cock juts in the air, his palms sliding to the wall.
“I’m not gonna last...” he mutters, his gaze dipping to my groin. “And neither will you.”
My erection springs free out of my fist as I cuff his shaft.
Smiling, he bites his lip and looks down at my twitching cock.
“Fuck me, Jagger… You’re fucking killing me,” he says, just as my hand starts rolling up and down on him, twisting on his length, bringing him to me.
He enters my mouth, tense and hot and tasting like cum, my own erection stirring, wet, as the pleasure soars through me.
He feels so good, and I’m so close. The slightest touch or word can get me off.
And he’s no better.
“Fuck me...” he mutters again as I start sucking him, my dick throbbing and dripping.
I give him a long sweep with my tongue, and he jerks his hips, his fingers threading through my hair.
I pull him deep into my mouth, and I’m already fucking edging without touching myself or moving my body, the same way he did when he blew me in the kitchen.
Pinning his gaze on my erection, he starts rolling his hips, fucking my mouth, scaling up fast, shuddering and shaking.
“Oh, my fucking God!!!” he roars and his load creams my mouth.
15
BRAXTON
My body rolls into a swirl of pleasure, my blood exploding in my veins as he shoots his cum.
He swallows me as I madly fuck his mouth, and I still can’t stop, the sensation unbelievable. He finally pushes up to his feet and crashes against the wall, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, his fingers curled on his shaft, slowly tugging.
I run my thumb over his lips, and he opens his eyes. It’s only a brief moment before I claim his mouth again. He groans in my mouth and jerks against my body as my hand slides up and down on him, getting him hard and heavy again.
“You’re so fucking hot, Jagger.”
He narrows his eyes and gives me one of his lopsided smiles.
“Am I?” he says. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?
He spreads his legs while I drop to my knees, his erection sliding wet against my lips as he smoothly fills my mouth. His shoulders hit t
he wall, his fingers threading through my hair, a growl vibrating in his throat.
Frantic, my heart thuds in my chest as I’m getting hard again. I cup his balls and lick his shaft, my fingers kneading on his abs. He moans and groans and rolls his hips, his cock hot and pulsing in my mouth.
Liquid fire burns my veins.
“Fuck, man...” he mutters, tilting his head back as I swirl my tongue.
He starts waving his body, and I suck him harder.
“This will go down fast...” he mumbles, his body already tensing, starting to shudder fast. “Oh, fuck... Fuck!”
A roar lifts off his lips while he shoots his load in my throat.
I feast on him, and as he slows down, I realize I want him again.
BRAXTON
“Are you okay?” I ask, walking into the bedroom.
Naked, he lies on the bed.
It’s dark outside, soft music coming from the backyard, colorful lantern lamps swinging in the wind.
“Is this your music?” I ask.
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you working tonight?”
He clicks his tongue. His eyes follow me as I walk around the bed and slip next to him. Propped on his elbow, he runs his hand over his erection.
“Take it off,” he says.
Grinning, I untuck my towel and drop it to the floor. I’m just as hard as he is. I roll to my stomach. Smiling, he slowly shakes his head. I bury my face in a pillow.
He moves close to me.
“What happened that night, Braxton?” he asks softly, and I glance at him.
Head propped on a pillow, he searches my eyes.
My smile falls from my lips.
“I made love to her...” I say, my voice suddenly heavy with guilt. “I was so fucking desperate you’d push me away I thought that was the only thing to do,” I say, my voice shaking. “But I didn’t want to hurt you. I know it looked that way. I was convinced you’d make the call no matter what. I knew you liked what happened between us, and that was exactly the problem... I thought you’d pull away from me, to protect her. I still believe I was right.”
He gives me a small smile.
“You don’t know that,” he says.
I study him for a moment.
“You didn’t want to talk to me,” I say.
He clicks his tongue.
“That’s not why I didn’t talk to you.”
I look at him, baffled.
“You love her…” I mutter.
“I started to love you before I met her.”
My mouth falls open.
He registers my reaction, the slight narrowing of his eyes telling me he’s pushing back a smile.
“All this time, I didn’t feel much differently than you. It’s just that I was never able to admit to myself what it was. I knew what it meant when we fucked other people. You were right. I did get high on the feeling. It turned me on, but it was so much more.” I listen to him, barely breathing, my heart pounding in my chest. “I knew it early on. The first time we shared Violet. She asked me if I was afraid. I told her that if she lets you love her you’ll never split us. You’ll add to us not take away from us. That’s why I was hurt when you took her away from me.”
“I didn’t.”
“You wanted her on your side,” he says, smiling. “And against me.”
I shake my head.
“That’s not what happened. I wanted her to love me more than I thought you did. In that sense, I wanted her to side with me in case you wanted to pull away from me. I didn’t try to make her mine. That’s why it didn’t work out after you left. I couldn’t touch her, and she didn’t want me anywhere near her either because I reminded her of you.”
A few moments of silence slip between us. His eyes glint warm, his fingers brushing my face.
Smiling he brings his lips to mine, and touches me, making me shudder.
He kisses me softly, and I roll to my side and face him, my hand going up his back, our groins touching. We connect lips and tongues, and I start to grind into him, our cocks rubbing against each other.
“This feels so fucking good,” I murmur and smile against his lips.
“How do you know how to suck so well, Braxton?” he says, giving me the grin that I love so much.
I chuckle.
“I fucking don’t. I only know how to suck you, baby... Besides, I can ask you the same thing.”
He starts to laugh, his eyes bright with light.
“I can’t believe we slept in the same fucking bed for so long, and I didn’t touch you,” I say, my hand slipping between his legs.
I run my hand on his shaft, my smile vanishing from my lips.
“I hope I’m not gonna lose you, Jagger...”
His lips curl into a soft smile.
“You’re not. When in doubt... listen to your heart,” he murmurs and locks my lips.
VIOLET
“Is he there?”
“No,” Amanda’s voice rolls in my phone.“It’s not like him not to answer his phone,” she continues, voicing my concern, and fueling the bad feeling that’s been hovering over me for the last two hours or so.
I glance at the time. It’s almost ten in the evening.
“We’re at the restaurant,” she says. “We’ll be here for a while. You can come without him.”
“I’ll think about it. Thank you.”
I scroll down the phone screen, my fingers stalling on Jagger’s name.
I wanted to call him so many times, but I never knew the right words to make it right.
How can I defend myself? How can I explain it to him?
“Fuck.”
I call Braxton again. He doesn’t answer. I finally call a cab. Thirty minutes later, I pass by the cove where Braxton and I fucked everything up a week ago.
As the lights of his house come into view, my pulse hammers in my ears. The cab pulls to a smooth stop, and my heart drops.
Jagger’s Jeep is parked next to Braxton’s Mercedes. With trembling hands, I hand the driver the fare.
I wait for the car to drive away before I take a few long breaths and quietly walk around the house.
A rivulet of sweat trickles down my neck.
Soft ambient music drifts through the air, the kind Jagger used to bring to my house when we got busy in the bedroom. As I sneak into the backyard, the long curtains twist and turn like eerie ghosts swept by the wind.
Indistinguishable voices come from the bedroom.
I pull my sandals off, and silently, I stroll through the chambers, guided by their voices. Laughter followed by scrambled words travel through the air.
The bedroom door is cracked open. I recognize Jagger’s voice, and then Braxton’s, and then they go quiet. My heart jumps up and down as I push the door slowly.
The room comes into view, the soft lights barely lighting up the walls. Soft moans drift in the air. Breathless, I zoom in, and my heart stops dead in my chest.
Shirtless, Braxton sits on the low platform bed, his hands set on Jagger’s body. I push the door further.
Standing in front of him, his back arched, his hips tilted forward, his jeans barely hanging to his hips, Jagger slides one hand in Braxton’s hair while drawing those soft circles with his thumb on his cheek. Shivers tumble down my back.
In a trance, Braxton looks up, his hands sliding inside Jagger’s jeans, pushing them down to his thighs, and then grabbing his muscular, naked ass.
I clamp my hand over my mouth and gawk, my throat turning dry as my eyes follow Jagger’s thumb stroking Braxton’s lips.
The muscles of his back shift beneath his skin as he grabs his cock and slowly pushes it between Braxton’s parted lips.
Stiff, I watch them connecting in the most erotic, visually enticing way.
The reaction of my body throws me for a loop. I’m hot between my thighs. I tilt my head and crane my neck craving a better view.
Jagger’s long deep thrusts drive his glistening cock inside Braxton’s mouth whose face i
s washed with ecstasy. Intoxicating pleasure. Complete surrender.
I swallow hard.
Jagger looks down, his face flushed with lust. Tossing his head back, he closes his eyes and waves his body, relishing the intense sensation coursing through his blood.
I can’t peel my eyes away, pleasure streaming through my body, pulsing softly in my core. My panties are hot and wet, my sex tense and tingly. I roll my tongue over my lips and clench my thighs.
Thoughts swirl in my mind, but none of them can stop me watching.
A groan vibrates in Braxton’s throat.
He runs his hand down his fly, pulls the zipper down and opens his pants, his erection jerking up, pointing at his abs.
He starts stroking his own shaft while pulling Jagger’s jeans lower on his thighs. His hand wraps around Jagger’s cock, giving him firm strokes while swirling his tongue and licking his balls.
Wide-eyed, I watch the smooth moves connecting Jagger’s cock with Braxton’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck...” Jagger growls as he pushes deeper, his muscles hard like stones, his ass clenching.
They both groan, Braxton’s erection jutting in the air.
My pulse scales up as they pick up the pace and Jagger’s hips begin to shake. Braxton’s eyes swim with lust, his lips swollen, his skin flushed.
He strokes himself faster and harder as Jagger’s fist clutches his hair, jerking his hips to his orgasm.
Cum shoots in Braxton’s mouth and on his lips as immense pleasure floods his eyes. He growls and tilts his hips up, his curled up cock spraying his pecs with cum.
I take a breath. I’m hot and panting. Fuck.
Jagger’s chest rises with an ample breath as Braxton looks up at him, dazed. He darts his tongue out and licks his lips.
The room starts spinning.
I grip the doorframe, the sound of my nails scraping the wood breaking into the silence, drawing Jagger’s attention.
His face beams with surprise.
“Violet!!!”
He pulls his jeans up as I bolt out of the room.
Footsteps pound the floor, the door slamming against the wall as he rushes after me.
