by Stella James
“Do you like my panties Brent?” She spreads her legs and gives me a better look.
“I fucking love your panties baby.” I relax my arms and let them rest on the pillows behind me. If Hanna wants to play, I’ll let her play.
“I thought they seemed fitting,” she says, grinding down again and making my cock jump.
“Fitting?” I groan.
“Oh don’t tell me you forget,” she says as she scoots back on my legs and leans down, taking my cock in her hand and swiping her tongue slowly from the base to the tip.
She lets go of me much to my dismay and sits back up. “Let me refresh your memory. We were seven years old, it was recess and I was minding my own business waiting for a turn on the swing set when you came up behind me and flipped my skirt up. For the rest of the day, everyone talked about my h-“
“Heart panties, I remember.”
“Ahh, yes. That wasn’t very nice of you Brent,” she says, leaning back down and sucking my cock into her mouth.”
“Fuck Hanna, I’m sorry baby,” I mumble.
“Sorry for what?”
She moves her hand up and down and swirls her tongue around the tip of my dick before sucking me deep.
“Fuck, I’m sorry I flipped your skirt up and showed everyone your panties.”
She lets my cock slide from her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin and looks up at me with a smile as she removes her sexy underwear and crawls back up my body. She leans over me, pressing her tits against my chest.
“I forgive you,” she says before she grabs my dick and thrusts down in one quick motion. “Mm, fuck Brent, your cock is my most favourite thing. Ever.”
She leans back and rocks her hips slowly back and forth, sliding her pussy along my length. I tug on the cuffs that hold my arms in place, desperate to touch her.
“Do you want to touch me Brent?”
“Yeah baby,” I groan.
“Where do you want to touch me?” She trails her hands along her belly and palms her tits. “Do you want to touch me here?”
“Fuck yes Hanna, play with your tits.”
She gives me a wicked smile and begins massaging her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Her pace quickens, her eyes close as she tilts her head back and breathes my name. This is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Get down here Hanna and let me taste your pretty mouth,” I grind out.
She presses her body flush against mine, still grinding her hips back and forth, allowing me to take her mouth in a rough kiss. She’s moaning against my lips, fucking me faster and harder and I can’t stand it anymore. I thrust my hips up to meet hers and when I feel the tension in her body I thrust even harder until she’s begging me for more.
“Brent, oh my God, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close,” she gasps.
We tumble over the edge together, I can feel our cum slipping past my cock and onto my stomach. She grinds herself against me slowly, bending down and sealing her lips lazily to mine. She leans over to the nightstand and grabs the key to the cuffs, undoing them while looking down at me with a sated smile. I rub the feeling back into my hands and pull her body close to mine. She sighs into me and rests her head on my chest and I realize that it doesn’t matter when I fell in love with her.
All that matters is that I convince her that she’s mine and that we belong together. And that she needs to stay.
Chapter 7
Hanna
I can hear the steady drum of Brent’s heart beneath my ear as he holds me tightly to him. I briefly think that I could stay like this forever but the reality of who I am seeps into my head like a dark cloud and effectively dumps a bucket of cold water on the notion. I’m the daughter of a woman who ran. It’s in my blood no matter how badly I wish it wasn’t. I want a husband and a family of my own more than anything in the world, I always have. But knowing that someday I could pull a disappearing act of my own riddles me with guilt. I know it doesn’t seem logical or even likely, but I am terrified that I’ll wake up one day and the urge for freedom will consume me like it did her.
I’m falling for Brent and knowing that I might hurt him one day makes me sick to my stomach. He deserves someone who doesn’t live in fear of her own potential shortcomings. I clear my throat and sit up on the bed. I turn to see him, laying behind me with a boyish grin on his handsome face and it nearly destroys me. My phone ringing interrupts my thoughts and when I see it’s Mona, I excuse myself to answer it. I pull one of Brent’s T-shirts over my head and make my way downstairs.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
“You just had sex didn’t you?”
“How the hell do you know that?”
“Because I know everything,” she says. “Who’d you bang?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, how’s Colorado?”
“Uh-oh. It’s someone important isn’t it? Colorado is great. Tell me who you slept with.”
I cave and tell my sister about my little fling with Brent and how I’m scared that maybe it’s becoming more than I anticipated.
“So? Let it be more then. You’ve been travelling for a thousand Goddamn years, haven’t you gotten that shit out of your system yet?”
“It’s not that simple. Yeah I could stay and ask him for more, but what if in ten years I decide I didn’t get it all out of my system and I end up just like her? I can’t risk Brent’s feelings like that. It’s not fair.”
“Hanna, I love you babe, but you have to stop comparing yourself to that poor excuse of a mother of ours. You’re nothing like her. You can’t keep running, you have to put some faith in yourself.”
I know to some degree that she’s right, but I can’t help how I feel. It’s a nagging voice in the back of my head that never shuts up.
“I already booked a ticket. I’m leaving for Dallas in two days. I’ve always wanted to go to Dallas,” I offer lamely.
“Ugh, Hanna, please don’t go. What if Brent is the right person for you?”
“That’s exactly why I have to go. Because I know he’s the right person for me. I knew it a week ago when I realized I’m ridiculously in love with him, and that’s why I have to leave. I just need more time to make sure I’m ready to settle down. I’m scared Mona. It’s better if I get out now before he starts feeling the same way. I can stand to hurt myself. But not him.”
“And what if by the time you realize you’re ready, he’s moved on? What then Hanna?”
“Then it will be my own fault. And I’ll live with it.”
She makes her irritation known but eventually gives up and tells me she will make arrangements for Kate to check in on their place until they’re back. I tell her I love her and hang up, nearly dropping the phone when I turn around and see Brent standing at the bottom of the stairs. Shit.
“Hey, sorry, Mona was just checking in.”
“No problem,” he says. He looks like he’s about to add more but instead holds his hand out and pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “Are you hungry?”
*
I sit in the passenger side of Brent’s truck as we drive out to The Astoria in silence. He’s driving me to the hotel so that I can catch the shuttle to the nearest airport. He offered to drive me the full distance himself but I couldn’t stand the thought of spending five hours alone with him when I can barely contain my emotions. That night at his place after I spoke to Mona, I told Brent about my plans. He didn’t say much other than he hopes I find what I’m looking for.
The thing is, if he would have asked me to stay, I think I might have. Because I meant what I told Mona, I have without a doubt fallen head over heels in love with Brent Doyle. The boy who use to tease me mercilessly has become the one man I can see myself growing old with. In this moment, I let myself hate the woman who gave birth to me. I hate her for leaving, I hate her for being the voice in my head that makes me think I can’t settle down and be happy living a normal quiet life with a man who loves me and a house full of
children.
We pull up to the hotel and I check the time. I have a few minutes to kill before the shuttle arrives but I think it would be best if I just head inside by myself. Brent gets out of the truck and grabs my two suitcases from the back seat. Christ, how pathetic. I’m twenty-seven years old and everything I own fits in two tattered blue suitcases. We stand awkwardly beside the truck, neither of us seems too sure on what to say next.
“I left my copy of The Empire Strikes Back at your place,” I blurt out. Nice Hanna. “I mean, whatever, you can keep it.”
“Hanna, I-“
“Okay, well I should get going.” Just keep it together. “Thanks for everything, I had fun…with you.” My eyes begin to sting and before he can say anything I throw my arms around him and bury my face into his neck one last time.
“Hanna,” he says, tilting my chin back to look me in the eye. A moment passes filled with unspoken words and the heavy understanding that I am walking away from something real and true.
I nod quickly and grab the handles of my suitcases, pulling them clumsily behind me as I walk through the massive doors to the lobby and make a beeline for the ladies room. I flip the lock, sink to the floor and proceed to bawl my face off.
Chapter 8
Brent
Letting Hanna go was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The last couple weeks with her have been amazing and it was on the tip of my tongue two days ago to tell her I love her. But then I came downstairs and overheard her on the phone with Mona and I knew I couldn’t do it. Because no matter how hard I’ve fallen for Hanna or how much I believe that we have a future together, I can’t put that pressure on her when she doesn’t trust herself. It gutted me to watch her walk into the hotel with tears in her eyes, taking a part of me with her. But I couldn’t ask her to stay and be mine, because she isn’t ready and it wouldn’t be fair to her.
I take the long way home and when I pull into my driveway, the sun is beginning to set. I enter the kitchen and look around at everything I’ve worked so hard for, only to feel like it means complete shit if I don’t have the woman I love here with me. The house is quiet, almost too quiet after having Hanna here on and off. I spot her DVD on the coffee table and smile when I think about how excited and offended she was that I didn’t own a copy.
Fuck. I can’t do this. Hanna belongs with me and I have to at least try. Even if she doesn’t trust in herself, she needs to know that I trust her. I jog upstairs and toss some clothes into a duffel bag. I swipe the contents of my bathroom counter into the bag and zip it up. I’ll call Eric from the road and fill him in, I only have two days before I’m back on shift so I better move my ass. I flip off the lights and open the door to see the most beautiful pair of blue eyes. She came back.
“I love you,” she says as tears roll down her cheeks. “I don’t want to run anymore. Can I stay? Can we be happy?”
I drop my bag and pull her to me, her feet lifting off the ground.
“I love you too baby, damn fucking right you’re staying.”
I walk us back into the house, ignoring the bags on the front step and kick the door shut behind me. I should be making love to her right now but I can’t wait. She’s back and she’s all mine and I need to have her now. I’m a man possessed and nothing exists but my beautiful Hanna. I lay her down on the couch and bunch her dress up around her hips. I nudge her panties to the side and easily slide two fingers into her wet pussy.
“Mm Brent, God I love you,” she gasps, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Please, I need you.”
I undo my jeans and pull my throbbing cock free, not bothering to remove my pants completely, I drive into her over and over until we are both moaning and gasping. I fuck her hard and still don’t feel close enough.
“Hanna, you are mine baby, and you’re not leaving,” I grunt.
“Yes, I’m yours and I promise I won’t leave ever again. I love you so much,” she moans.
She squeezes my cock with her climax seconds before I empty myself into her completely. I bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of living without it. When I lean back and look into her eyes, I already know the answer but I ask anyways just to be certain.
“Are you sure Hanna?”
“I’m sure,” she says. “You were the first boy to see my panties, and I want you to be the last,” she smiles. “Also, I’ve fallen madly in love with your cock, so…there’s that.”
“Mm, is that so?”
“Yup. Actually, now that I think of it, I’m not sure I really need anything else from you,” she says with a grin.
“Oh? What about my mouth?”
I nip the skin on her collar bone and trail my tongue down her damp skin, using my hand to pull the fabric of her dress from her breast I take her nipple between my teeth and give it a gentle bite.
“Mmm, okay, I’ll keep all of you, I guess. I mean, I wouldn’t want to waste you or anything,” she moans.
“You’re being very bad right now Hanna,” I rasp against her skin.
“Hmm, maybe you should handcuff me to the bed and teach me a lesson,” she says hopefully.
This woman is going to kill me, but what a way to go.
Epilogue
Hanna
8 years later…
“Oh God Brent, don’t you dare fucking stop now,” I whine, thrusting my hips as my very talented husband continues to bury his face between my thighs. We hardly ever get time alone and there is no way I am leaving this linen closet until we both get off.
“Jesus Hanna, you taste so good,” he groans, shoving two fingers inside of me.
I’m about to take a one way spaceship into my climax when he rips his mouth and hand away from me and whips his cock out in record time. He buries himself balls deep and drives into me with the same enthusiasm as the very first time we did it all those years ago, giving me an orgasm worthy of applause. He covers my mouth with his hand as I cry out and writhe beneath him. He thrusts into me one more time before burying his face in my neck, muffling his own loud grunts of satisfaction.
“Mmm, baby, that was fucking incredible,” he says.
“Yes it was, I would clap for you but I’m too tired now,” I smile as he places his hand over my six month pregnant belly.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant,” he says, bending his head to my breast and pulling my nipple into his mouth.
“Yeah, don’t get any ideas, because this is it,” I say. “We are closing up this baby making operation as soon as this one vacates the premises.”
“Don’t you want to try for a girl?” He stands and holds out his hand for me, pulling me off the plastic bin we just screwed on.
“This right here,” I point to my belly. “Was us trying for a girl, it’s not gonna happen baby.”
He tucks himself back into his pants and straightens his shirt and tie while I pull my dress back up and run my fingers through my hair. We are at his parent’s house for Thanksgiving dinner and his family is downstairs probably wondering where they hell we are. Hopefully the boys haven’t destroyed anything.
Brent and I got married on the one year anniversary of the day he pulled me over and gave me that ticket. When I decided to remain in Blue Falls I continued to fill in at Mac’s until he found someone permanent and when he did, I started teaching yoga classes at the community hall full time. We still live in the house Brent owned when we got together, although we’ve had to renovate over the years to make room for our growing family.
Ten seconds after we were married, I got pregnant with our first son Max. After that they pretty much just walked out. Levi, Jace, Carter and the one I’m currently growing who we’ve decided to name Leo. Our boys keep us busy so when the opportunity of an empty linen closet presents itself, we hump like bunnies in said empty closet. Because we are creative and also horny.
“Do I look presentable? Or do I look like I just got fucked?”
“You look beautiful babe, rela
x. My mom’s too busy spoiling the boys rotten to notice how flushed you are.”
“That’s very true. Okay let’s go back down and make sure the savages haven’t destroyed anything.”
We head down the stairs, Brent’s hand firmly planted on my ass the entire way and enter the kitchen to find it empty. We look outside and see the boys running around the yard while Brent’s parents sit on the deck and watch contently.
“You’re sure you don’t want to try for a girl babe?” He moves behind me and wraps his arms around me, resting his hands on my belly. “I want you to have everything Hanna,” he says.
I place my hands on top of his and lean back into him, feeling more certain and more grounded than I ever have.
“I already do,” I say.
Brent
6 years after that…
I walk through the front door and glance in the living room to see my boys busy re-enacting the current wrestling match that’s blaring on the T.V. I try to sneak the pizza boxes past them but my oldest son Max busts me and one by one they trail after me into the kitchen shouting above each other. Hanna stands at the sink drying the dishes and looking out the window. After fourteen years together this woman still drives me crazy in the best way possible. She turns and smiles as I set the boxes on the table and the boys dig in.
“Hey you,” she says, rising up on her toes and pressing her lips to mine.
“Mm, hey yourself,” I say, palming her ass.
“Ew! That’s gross!”
“Get a room!”
“My eyes! My eyes!”
The noise disappears along with the pizza as the boys abandon the kitchen. I press one more firm kiss to Hanna’s lips.
