by J. Daniels
I just held on to the one piece she didn’t need to feel. I did it to protect her. She didn’t need to know that ugly, and I was done with it.
All of it.
I’d make good of that as soon as I could. And maybe one day I could tell her everything, but I needed this to be solid first. I needed to make sure I had Syd in a place where, when I did tell her, she’d understand why I did it. Getting there might take a while, but I wouldn’t keep this from her forever.
She was my girl.
And this was the craziest shit I’d ever felt.
The deck was vacant, no assholes I had to deal with, so we moved together to the slider. I opened it and eased Syd inside with my hand on her back, stepped in behind her, closed the door, then threw my arm back over her shoulder and pulled her close, looking above her head and scanning the packed room to yell, “Party’s over! Everyone get the fuck out!”
Wide eyes hit me, some annoyed, some looking startled, those belonging to the chicks, then shifting quickly to annoyed.
I wasn’t playing. If every single one of these pricks didn’t make their way out of my house in a minute, I’d be removing bodies myself.
Someone cut off the music. Muffled voices moved about the room.
“Brian,” Sydney whispered, looking up and fighting a smile with her hand pressing on my stomach. “That’s kinda rude.”
“Don’t care,” I replied flatly. “Want to get you alone and I’m not doing it with these motherfuckers hanging around. They need to go.”
She thought that was some sweet shit, too. I saw it. The way she melted closer and her hazel eyes got soft.
Then with her lips pinched together, she turned to face the crowd, got up on her toes, and hollered over the commotion, “Thank you so much for coming! We loved having you!”
Some of the annoyed eyes stayed annoyed. Others turned amused, those belonging to the chicks.
“Jesus,” I mumbled through a laugh, then grabbed her chin, tilted her head back and kissed her, starting sweet with that, too, but then feeling her tongue on my lip, hot and ready, that feeling shooting straight to my dick and forcing me to take it dirty, my tongue sliding across hers and into her mouth and my hands gripping at her with impatience, roaming down her spine to the top of her peach-shaped ass, where they held back from going lower and shook.
She moaned around my tongue and found my skin beneath my shirt, gripping my hips with her warm fingers.
“Uh, hon. There’s a boy attached to your face.”
We both pulled away, Syd panting for breath before she turned to the voice who just spoke, my eyes slowly following after being transfixed on how wet and swollen Wild’s lips had gotten.
Perfect. Fuck, she had a perfect mouth.
Legs stood in front of us in a short yellow dress, arms crossed and eyes curious, going between Syd and me.
Knew it was her. Sort of recognized her from the night with the Corvette, but it was my best friend’s infatuation that had me knowing this was Legs.
“Oh, hey, Tori,” Sydney greeted her and grabbed her hand, keeping her other hand on my hip. She tugged her closer. “Um, so, this is Brian,” she said, then leaned in to add, “Brian Brian.”
Tori looked up at me. Her mouth fell open.
“No way. You’re in Dogwood?”
“He’s not just in Dogwood. He’s Jamie’s roommate,” Syd answered for me.
Tori’s mouth fell open farther.
“No freaking way!”
I smiled, slid my arm over Sydney’s shoulder again, and tugged her until she couldn’t get closer to me unless I picked her tiny ass up.
I considered doing it. Missed her legs wrapped around my waist.
Tori watched this happen and she did it looking happy, her mouth closing and then twisting into a grin and her eyes shining with approval.
She was so happy about it, she jerked forward, careful of my girl, threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a squeeze.
“You have so much potential, you have no idea,” she said quietly against my ear.
Syd giggled next to me.
“Uh, thanks,” I replied, reciprocated by patting her back with my free hand, and then giving her a nod when she released me and stepped back.
“So much,” she added, then frowned to say, “Your roommate? Not so much.”
“Oh, my God. Did you sleep with him?” Syd asked.
I wasn’t interested in sticking around to hear this conversation. Didn’t care who my friend fucked, who Syd’s friend fucked, or if they happened to fuck each other, but Sydney cared.
“God, no,” Tori said, appearing disgusted. “And that ship has sailed, will never turn around and look back in his direction even if his ass is in the water drowning, which is why I’ve been looking all over this stupid, not even the least bit impressive, house for you. I’m ready to go.” Her eyes sliced to mine. “No offense.”
“None taken,” I told her.
Tori looked back to Syd, asking, “You ready?”
My grip around her tightened.
Sydney felt it, inhaling sharply. Tori saw it happen and reacted her own way by lifting her eyebrows and assessing the two of us, not looking pissed but instead looking interested and pleased she got to witness what just happened.
“Or…are you not ready?” Tori corrected, eyes fixating on Syd.
I watched Syd look up at me, suck on her bottom lip, then turn her head back to Tori.
“I’m gonna stay here…for the night.” She added that last part quickly, looked back up into my eyes then lower, seeing my contented smile and giving one back, bright white teeth and dimples.
“Yeah, I kinda figured that,” Tori chuckled, then released Sydney’s hand only to pull her into a hug and doing it awkwardly, considering the permanent grip I had and my close proximity.
I could’ve let go, stepped back, and given Syd some space.
I didn’t.
No matter. It didn’t seem to faze the two of them and they hugged it out anyway, whispering words to each other then waving after they pulled away.
“See you tomorrow,” Tori told Syd, then looked at me to say, “Later, Potential.”
She said it wearing a smile that matched my girl’s, content and a little excited.
“Later,” I replied.
Tori spun around, blended in with the crowd heading out of the living room and toward the door, and filed out with the rest of them, a few lagging behind thinking I meant, Get the fuck out, but do it at your own pace.
Wasn’t what I meant, and the second they saw me glaring at their slow-moving asses getting off my couch, two guys and a chick, they picked it up and moved out, doing it swiftly.
We were alone. Finally.
Sydney turned in my arms, wrapped hers around my waist, rested her chin on my chest, and blinked up at me, sighing
“He must’ve done something really bad for Tori to pass on bedding him for good.” She squinted, thinking. “What do you think he could’ve done? I mean, he clearly wants to get with her. Why would he risk screwing up his chances? Unless he had no idea he was doing something stupid. I bet that’s it. Idiot,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “Is he really as dumb as he is pretty? Because I’m convinced he’s getting by life solely on looks.”
“Babe.” I dropped my forehead against hers.
“Yeah?”
“Sorry. Gotta be honest.”
“Of course,” she said, smiling a little.
“Don’t really care what happened between the two of them,” I told her.
She scrunched up her nose.
I studied how cute she looked with her nose like that, then explained. “The only thing I care about is my girl and the fact I finally got her. I’m gonna let that soak in. Part of taking the time to do that involves getting you upstairs now that everyone has cleared the fuck out so I can eat your pussy.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Oh,” she whispered.
“Yeah, so if we could, can we stop talking about
why other people aren’t fuckin’?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
Sweet and cute.
Laughing and pressing a kiss to her hair, I turned her and moved us together across the living room and into the hall, making her go in front of me up the stairs so I could stare at her ass and not keeping that from her, making my motives known, then directing her to the last door on the right with my hand on her lower back.
I reached in, flipped on the light, stepped inside, made it almost to the bed, then turned back to see her halted in the doorway.
“You coming?”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said softly, appearing almost nervous with her hands knotting together in front of her.
“You can’t believe what’s happening?” I asked.
“This.” Her eyes cut away. “I’m about to walk into your bedroom. Touch what you’ve touched. Feel where you’ve slept. I’ve wanted to do this so bad and for so long and I, I wanna go slow and just savor it. I don’t want to rush this moment.”
“Babe.”
She lifted her eyes.
“Come here,” I told her.
“Let me savor it.”
“You can savor it after I kiss you for being so damn sweet about something as insignificant as my bedroom.”
Her brows pulled together.
“It isn’t insignificant, Brian,” she argued, moving closer then but only by a foot. “It has to do with you, and anything that has to do with you is important to me and something I want to learn about. How many times have you talked to me while sitting in this bedroom?”
I smiled.
“A lot.”
“Right.” She tilted her head, brows lifting. “See? We have history here. You thought about me in this room. You said some of the sweetest things to me in this room, and I listened, imagining where you were and what this room looked like. I’ve dreamed about this room.”
I moved then, closing the gap since she wasn’t, and grabbed her face, kissing her slow and deep.
She sucked a little on my tongue and moaned into my mouth.
“There,” I said, pulling away and leaving her breathless. “Now you can savor it.”
She licked her lips.
“Just so you know, I’m totally going to savor that, too,” she told me through a slow blink, looking half-drugged. “You kiss like a dream.”
I laughed and watched her step back, press her fingers to her mouth, then turn and move around, looking at and touching everything, studying posters on the wall and pictures I had framed and displayed on my dresser, staying silent and taking it all in while she absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair.
I stayed silent, too, not wanting to interrupt this moment for her, knowing how important it was.
I let her savor it.
She lifted the crossword book off my nightstand and smiled, then set it down and turned, walked up to my old board I had propped in the corner of the room, and ran her hand over it.
“Do you surf?” she asked, looking back at me.
I shook my head.
“Used to. Not anymore.”
“Not at all?”
I stared at her.
Sadness passed over her face. She lowered her hand and moved around the bed to get to me.
“This the bad stuff in your life?” Sydney guessed, her hand circling my wrist.
“Part of it,” I answered.
“Are you ever gonna tell me about it?”
I exhaled and pressed my hand to her breast, rubbing my thumb over the tight nipple I could feel through her layers.
She arched into me and closed her eyes.
“Not tonight,” I whispered, bending to kiss her jaw and moving lower. “You wanna stand when I eat you or you wanna lie on the bed?”
I felt her pulse flutter against my lips.
“Bed,” she answered shyly.
One last kiss to her cheek and I moved away to take care of the door, shutting and locking it. I reached back and grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor as Sydney peeled her pants and panties down, only getting about a third of a way down her thighs when she stopped with a squeak.
I looked between her stilled hands gripping black and light blue lace and the top of her head as she kept it tilted down.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Oh, uh.” She lifted her head but stayed bent. “I’m kind of leaking you.”
Breath caught in my throat.
She was leaking me.
My cum.
Fuck yeah. That was hot.
First time a girl had ever said that to me, and I couldn’t hide how much I liked hearing it. My mouth lifted into a half smile as Syd kept hers unsure, twisted into something between a pout and a goofy-looking frown.
Could’ve stood there and continued appreciating what she was dealing with but realized she needed something and that’s why she was frozen and not continuing to remove her clothes.
I wanted her to continue removing her clothes. And I wanted to be the man getting that something she needed and taking care of it for her.
I lost the smile and looked into her eyes, saying, “Be right back,” then I stepped into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, got it damp with warm water, and carried it back out into the bedroom, kneeling in front of her with it.
Syd had removed her pants, panties, and hoodie now, standing only in her bra while pinching her legs together tight.
“You want to do it?” she questioned in disbelief when I slid the washcloth between her legs, forcing them apart.
“Yeah,” I answered, catching her timid smile before I focused on cleaning off the inside of her thighs and, once that was done, moving the cloth higher.
She held on to my shoulders and breathed heavily.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, spreading her feet wider. “No one’s ever done this to me before and it’s, well, honestly it’s kinda crazy you’re doing it.”
Syd was talking about her ex not taking care of her, I got that, but she was also referring to me and her, fucking without a condom, and I knew she was wondering if that was shit that happened regularly with me or not, and she was justified in wondering.
We’d never talked about it before tonight or the second I had to think before I slid inside her bare.
Also, I thought a small part of her might be wondering if I’d ever taken the time to do this for someone else before or if this was just for her.
The answers were simple and I didn’t have a problem giving them to her.
I lowered the cloth and looked up.
She was studying my face with anxious eyes while sucking on her bottom lip.
“Never done this,” I confessed, watching that apprehension slide away with the breath she expelled. “Never wanted to, but that being said, never had to either. I’ve always worn condoms, and thank fuck, haven’t had any mishaps. Also got tested a little over a week ago so you’re good.”
Even though I’d always wrapped it up when I shot for Xstasy, I’d still gotten tested often. I wasn’t risking shit.
Syd smiled a little.
“Okay.” She nodded and tucked some hair behind her ear. “I’m clean. I’ve never had anything, but I haven’t always used condoms. Marcus and I didn’t. I get the Depo shot so we’re good there, but if you want me to get tested before we do it again like that—”
“You planning on getting tested in the next ten minutes?” I asked, cutting her off.
She tilted her head.
Christ, it was cute when she did that.
“I don’t think places are open this late,” she said softly. “Or on weekends.”
“They aren’t. Even if they were, you’d have trouble getting results back that quick and I’m feeling pretty impatient right now.”
She looked bewildered. “You are?”
I tossed the cloth on our pile of clothes and gripped her hips, pushing her back until she had no choice but to sit
on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah, Wild, I am.”
“But we just had sex.”
I pushed between her legs and felt the heat of her pussy against my ribs, rested my hands on her hips while hers slid to my arms, gripping me there as her face dipped close.
“And?” I asked.
Her cheeks flushed.
I ran my thumb over one. “Wanted you again the second I finished coming, Syd. Thought about this for weeks, and I’m not the type of man to be satisfied with just one hit of something I’ve thought about this much. Not if that hit’s you. Because of that, I’m gonna drag it out this time, eat you before I fuck you slow. So unless you can find a place open right now and convince someone to rush results, I’m thinking we can just go off you knowing you’ve always been clean and trust that your dick of an ex was being honest and didn’t mess around with that girl you used to work with until after he fucked up by letting you go.”
Her grip on my arms tightened and her breath caught.
“How do you know about that?” she asked, eyes searching. “Did I tell you? I don’t remember telling you.”
“You didn’t,” I assured her, dropping my hand. “But you were yelling pretty fucking loud that night outside the concert. Got the gist of it. Unfortunately, didn’t get to give you my input on the situation considering how the rest of the night played out, but just so you know…” I held her eyes to stress this next part. “Your ex is a fucking piece of shit and never deserved you.”
Wild sucked in a breath, pressed her lips together, and looked on the verge of tears.
“Oh, my God. It was you,” she whispered, voice straining. “I thought you were lying.”
“Said no one else holds you but me,” I reminded her.
She shook her head quickly, eyes cast down as she pleaded, “Please stop being so sweet to me. I don’t wanna spend our first night together crying, Trouble. You’ll think I’m crazy.”
Trouble.
Loved when she called me that.
I kept my laugh silent, lifted her chin, leaned forward, and kissed her soft.
Her hands glided up to my neck and held on. Those tears never fell.
“Lay back, babe. Wanna taste you.”
