by Xavier Neal
Brie offers me the pizza boxes to place on the coffee table while she grabs napkins and bottles of water from the fridge.
At the same time she drops down on the couch, she demands, “Hand me my box of pizza. I don't want it anywhere near that abomination you ordered.”
With a playful smirk, I move the box to the edge of the table closest to me, and state, “No.”
“No?”
“You want your pizza? You either have a bite of mine first or kiss me as a fee for the insult.”
Brie glowers. “Or I could just reach over and grab it myself.”
Her free hands start to reach over and I lift one of mine to halt her. “I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm stronger than I let on.”
She rolls her eyes and makes another attempt for the box. In a swift motion, I grab both of her hands, knock her backwards against the sofa, and pin them above her head. The struggle with her arms is brief but she doesn't completely surrender. All of a sudden, her knee starts to move forcing me to pin more of my body on top of hers.
“Kicking me in the bollocks? Over pizza?”
“You're the one pinning me down!”
“You're the one who forced my hand.” She starts to argue again and I command. “Either kiss me or get ready to try the pizza.”
There's no reluctance in her mouth pressing against mine. I release my grip to better brace myself. Our lips part and her tongue lightly teases, daring mine to pursue it for another taste. On a greedy groan, I anxiously take the bait. This time when they slowly brush together, she sweetly sighs, rocks her hips upward, and submits to me. The sweet surrender shoots straight to my cock at the same moment her hands drag themselves down the front of my sweater.
Do you have any idea how easy it would be to slip off these yoga shorts she’s wearing? Did I mention it's obvious she's not wearing them with underwear? Yes. She 'accidentally' dropped the remote earlier and in the process of picking it up gave me a picturesque view that will be taunting my dreams for days to come. I swear she's wearing these tiny shorts and fitted t-shirt on purpose. Further torture for that phone call that ruined our last date I presume.
Unfortunately, Brie pushes me back, breaking the beginning of what I can only imagine would've been an incredible foreplay session. Slightly breathless, she states, “Pizza.”
I simply nod and move back to my side of the couch where I do my best to casually adjust the bulge in my jeans.
Should I be worried what sex will be like if kissing her is this exhilarating?
After I slide her pizza box to her side of the table, I open my own and pull out a slice only to have her snake the first bite before it can reach my mouth. My eyebrows lift in shock.
Brie swallows the bite with a shrug. “I'm more unpredictable than I let on.”
And that's exactly why I like her.
“Pizza's gross by the way,” she informs and moves her focus to her own meal. “It's like bread salad.”
I chuckle, roll my eyes, and devour the remainder of the piece. Once I've finished, I wipe my fingertips and use them to gently stroke Brie's back. Surprisingly, instead of pulling away or giving me a sassy reason to stop, she scoots closer. I briefly smile to myself and let my attention admire the remarkable woman who's somehow managed to give me a glimpse of what I imagine my brother has.
Before this, I never really understood why Kris would exchange spending his life with one woman when he could have an endless amount. How any one person could be more exciting than constantly exploring what so many have to offer. Of course, you don't get the full story of someone when you only spend four to six hours with them, and during that time most of it naked and moaning. But with that established, I hadn't felt any desire to discover the secrets they weren't willing to tell. I didn't care to learn about where they came from or where they wanted to go in life. Maybe it's because in a way they all felt like carbon copies of the same bullshit. The same pathetic tale waiting for an ending I had no interest in participating in. But for some unknown reason it has yet to feel that way with Brie. Every moment is quite the opposite. I hate not knowing everything about her almost as much as I hate her not knowing everything about me. The constant feeling of wanting more of her, not just sexually but intellectually, is maddening. If this is even half of what my brother feels about Sophia than I understand his over-zealous behavior to defend it.
I keep my touches light while I use my left hand to occasionally feed myself pizza. The moment Brie finishes, she curls her body against mine, with her head resting on my chest. Instinctively, I abandon the remnants in the box and wrap an arm around her. She lets out a soft sigh, which slips a smile back on my face.
How insane is it that this feels like something we've been doing for years? Like something we will naturally always be doing?
For the remainder of the film, we remain completely embraced. Though we exchange multiple, witty comments in retort to some of the dialog in the film, neither of us attempts to leave the situation or rearrange what we've silently declared as undeniably comfortable.
The credits begin to appear and I state, “Not as amazing as Crooked Cupid 1, but not too shabby for sequel.”
Brie looks up at me with a gracious grin. “Well we knew it wasn't going to be as great as the first one. Sequels rarely are.”
“True.” The two of us exchange another smile before I admit, “You know, I've actually never done this before?”
A glum look graces her eyes. “Cuddled?”
“No, I've done that.”
Not a complete wanker. I'll hold a woman in bed post sex if it's desired.
“I've never actually done the film on the couch with the pizza thing.”
Brie pulls away in disbelief. “What? Didn't you go to college or whatever your country's equivalent is? This is like standard first apartment, first feel her up, 1-0-1.”
I don't move in case she chooses to return to my arms. “Are you suggesting I feel you up?”
Her cheeks become flushed, giving me the answer I know her lips most likely won't.
My cock begins to swell in my jeans yet I ignore it to reply, “Yes. I went to Grindalin University. They have an amazing behavior science program. It's much like Oxford but in Grindalin, Doctenn rather than England. Think an American Ivy League school.”
“Of course you did. Because where else would the son of a king go? Community college?” She snips to herself. “Surprised you're even allowed to date someone who did.”
The underlying confession causes me to reach out for her hand. “You took your basics at community college?”
“It was cheaper....And I'm the only one paying for my education so...yeah. It's taking me a bit longer than...practically everyone.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of,” I reassure, relieved when she folds her fingers with mine. “If anything it's a bigger reason to be proud of all you've accomplished.”
Brie tries to smile.
“In all seriousness, this is the first time I've sat on the couch and watched a film with pizza and a date. I've done it countless times with mates, but never someone I was planning to get naked.”
She giggles as she shakes her head.
“Most women are thrilled to be swooped away to restaurants they never pictured themselves in and by the time the meal is over, the couch is not their desired destination.” I wink.
Brie gags at the action before she adds, “Guess you turn your cell phone off for those dinners?” The blow is followed with her snickering. “So it's just that easy for you? You take some poor defenseless woman to dinner and two hours later she joins a collection of forgotten names?”
“You make me sound like some sort of deviant.”
She gives me a gradual nod until my eyes enlarge, which is when she erupts into a fit of giggles again.
See what I mean. Absolutely mad.
All of a sudden, she slides over and straddles herself in my lap. The startling shift causes my shaft to stir at the same time she wraps her arms around my ne
ck. I fight every urge to grab her by the back of the neck and rekindle our moment from before. Brie's voice lowers to a seductive tone. “Not about to see me naked, but doesn't mean your first couch date should be a total bomb.”
My hands slowly snake themselves just underneath the hem of her t-shirt right above her hips. “A date with you is never a bomb.”
Not even when she demands to be taken home as it's just begun.
“Good answer,” she whispers against my lips.
The moment she's finished speaking all restraint is shattered. Our tongues fuse together in a blinding frenzy, each twist intertwined with impure intention and insatiable need. Brie moans softly yet the sound reverberates throughout my entire system. The barely audible indication of her submission to me in my favorite form forces me to yank her closer. She arches into my touch allowing me to deepen the kiss as well as grasp the curve of her behind tightly. Another mewl seeps free and I can feel the deviant she playfully accused me of being augmenting into something more ferocious. Swiftly, I rotate the two of us onto our sides, keeping our bodies tangled in the process. My hand hungrily roams every curve I'm given access too. Before I know it, my fingertips are toying with the waistband of her shorts while she's wriggling in desperation.
I drop my mouth from hers and she whimpers.
“You said feel you up...” My eyes rake over her heaving chest but eventually fall to where my fingers are lingering. “How about down instead?”
Brie wets her lips and slowly nods. She leans up to connect our lips once more, but I shake my head refusing to miss a minute of what I'm anticipating. In an unhurried motion, I remove her shorts and am exposed to a beautiful bare sight. I swallow my gluttonous groans and gently graze her clit. She whines for more almost immediately as she eagerly parts her legs to gift me with better access. I impetuously slip a finger inside and am rewarded with the beautiful sound of her breath hitching. Her tight pussy welcomes the invasion yet I pull back, the desire to drag this moment out increasing exponentially with her every passing gasp. Ardently, she grasps my bicep and rocks herself into my touch like a demand I can't refuse. A small smirk spreads across my lips before I begin to increase the speed. Without my consent my body grinds against hers, mimicking the action as if it was my cock instead of my fingers. I continue to pump possessively until her cries cultivate louder and louder indicating she's on the brink of coming.
Fuck. I'm right there with her.
Brie screws her eyes shut at the same moment her bottom lip slips between her teeth. All of a sudden, waves of whimpers begin to escape while she weakly withers beneath my touch. I still my fingers and let every tremor trek through me, more turned on than I've ever been before.
Once Brie's eyes manage to flutter themselves back open I greet her with a smirk. “That was bloody amazing...”
The start to her smile is short lived due to the sound of the front door trying to be unlocked.
Impeccable timing...
She pushes me out of the way, promptly puts her bottoms back on, and pretends to be searching channels when it finally opens.
The couple I remember from the showing saunters in with the male chuckling loudly. “I don't remember your door having so many locks.”
Why do I suddenly dread the idea of Brie even pretending that bloke was her boyfriend?
“We've always had two locks, Merrick,” the girl sighs before glancing our direction. Her eyes land on me and light up. “And....who are you?”
“Yeah,” Merrick echoes. “Who the fuck are you?”
I offer them a kind smile. “I'm-”
“Just leaving,” Brie interrupts. My eyes meet hers to notice the pleading in them are almost as loud as her cries were mere seconds ago.
Is she seriously throwing me out right after she got off? That's a first... You know at least I offer some post orgasm pillow talk before helping show them out.
“I...am...” my voice reluctantly agrees. “But, I'll see you tomorrow. Correct?”
She quickly nods and stands to her feet at the same time her roommate questions, “Why are you leaving right now? We just got here. We-”
“He's got...stuff to do,” Brie poorly explains.
I grab my silenced cell phone, slip it my pocket, and walk around to properly introduce myself. “Indeed I do. Conference call with my brother.” Knowing my lie is believable at first thought, I quickly move the conversation, “I'm Kellan Kenningston by the way.”
The girl shakes and sweetly says, “Jovi. Jovi Carter.”
Traditionally, we kiss the hand on the ladies we're introduced to and save handshakes for the men. I made an exception. You see the hatred in her boyfriend's eyes, don't you?
“McCoy,” her boyfriend defensively states before I've even offered my hand to shake. “Merrick McCoy and Jovi is my girlfriend. We clear?”
“Relax. He was here making out with me you drunken Neanderthal,” Brie boldly corrects.
Hearing her proclamation paints another smile on my face.
What can I say? I enjoy the pride as opposed to the shame.
“Shouldn't you be going?” She pushes me to leave once more.
“Yes.” Giving Jovi and Merrick another polite nod, I say, “It was a pleasure to meet you both. I look forward to seeing you at the run this weekend.”
“What run?” They quickly question in unison.
“Did Brie forget to tell you?” I pretend to be shocked. After stealing a glance to see irritation and fluster building, I turn back towards her friends. “It's quite all right. I'll inform you. I'll be doing a charity run this weekend and Brie will be in the crowd, attending to cheer me on. You two are more than welcomed to join her for the run and festivities afterward.”
There's an exasperated sigh from the sexy woman throwing me out of her apartment.
And this shall even the score for taking that particular action.
“Sounds fun!” Jovi exclaims.
“No...no no no no....” Brie begins to mutter.
“Enjoy your night,” I politely say to them and give her one final smirk. “Sleep well, love.”
She grumbles something before I exit without clarifying what it is.
You know us by now. You had to know I had one more trick up my sleeve. Where would be the fun in ending the night on a 'normal' note? That's not our style....Besides, I want her there and I know the only way to insure that is by outsmarting her. Don't worry. I'll brace myself for the inevitable backlash she's going to spring on me. In an odd way...I'm looking forward to it.
Kellan
I lean against the window in the coffee shop as I continue to scroll through the array of comments left on the photo I posted yesterday across my media pages.
It's a shot of my watch on my wrist with the caption 'Can't be late for my hot date'. Cheeky and a bit corny yet thousands of comments. Most are women with some variation of 'wish it was me'. The innocent photo also received me a spot of speculation on the entertainment show DCW, which stands for Doctenn Celebrity Watch. It's a half hour segmented show that brings the trash gossip they post online to the television screen. There's a room full of the people who typically do the blogging, but they are allowed to make snide or dirty remarks for the sake of laughs. Apparently, the fact I have a mystery date sparked enough low brow jokes to warrant a scolding message and the video link from Kristopher. I wonder if he's actually upset I'm toying with people by keeping them in the dark about where I am and who I'm with, or if it's because he's not an exception to knowing the who part.
“Order for B. Sanders,” the barista announces loudly.
I quickly rise to my feet and cross to the counter. With my phone still in my grip, I lift it, take a shot of our two cups together and post it across the platforms.
The caption reads: Coffee for 2.
Pleased with my latest harmless picture, I slip the device into my suit pocket just as the brunette woman states, “You've been in here every morning for the past three days. Always two cups. You must be the
world's best boyfriend.”
I try to laugh through my discomfort from the label. “I'm...I'm her...well...We're not...We're dating.”
Not that I would be opposed to more if it were possible, but it isn't. I leave in a couple of days. This ends then...It'll be for the best, trust me.
“Oh,” she hums hopeful. “Well...if dating her goes wrong, you know where to find me.”
I offer her a polite smile and grab the beverages. “Enjoy your day.”
