Between Songs

by N. Kognytao

  Braydon pulled into an underground parking garage and parked in his designated spot, getting out as Leah looked at the other expensive cars in the garage. They were in a very expensive area of town, and the building they entered held some of the most expensive condominiums in the city.

  Silent, the two walked to the elevators and Braydon pressed the button for the eighth floor.

  The doors closed and the whirring gears filled the quiet.

  Taking a chance, Leah reached over and took Braydon’s hand. After a brief hesitation, he gently squeezed her hand, offering her a smile.

  Braydon unlocked the door to Number 8711 and led her inside.

  There was a part of Leah that noticed the exposed brick wall in the living room and the art that adorned the wall, as well as the large windows that looked out over the city lights. But her observation of the loft was interrupted by her hypersensitivity to Braydon as he removed his coat and hung it next to the door. She watched him as he walked to her, standing beside her and tenderly sliding the sweater from her shoulders, his fingertips trailing down her arms as he took the sweater.

  Leah watched every action, trying not to show her shivering as her skin tingled from his touch. Her eyes looked over his broad shoulders as he turned and hung the sweater by the door.

  He turned, taking two steps to close the space between them, pinning Leah to the wall and smiling as he leaned in slowly. The singer’s blood ran hot and she eagerly met the kiss, her body lighting up with lust as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue meeting his feverishly.

  Braydon tried to back away, but Leah followed, pecking quickly kisses to his lips as her hands moved from his neck to his face, holding him close, her body arching to his, desperate to feel as much of him against her as she could. Their tongues danced together, their teeth occasionally hitting, but they were too worked up to care about the finesse of the kiss, tasting every bit of one another that they could.

  They parted both too soon and not soon enough. Their shuddered exhales were the only sounds between them as they tried to catch their breaths. However, it was nearly impossible with the heat building between them and their close proximity.

  Staring into each other’s eyes, they both asked the same silent question.

  In the same manner, they answered, colliding once more as if gravity held them together, arms wrapping around one another, trying to gather as much as possible in their arms as their mouths worked together once more, kissing hungrily. Braydon led them backward, stumbling as he toed off his shoes, ascending the two steps into the bedroom area of the loft. Leah also kicked off her shoes, not sure where they landed, her eyes closed as she focused on the feeling of Braydon’s lips.

  He broke the kiss to undo the three buttons on his dress shirt, pulling it over his head before quickly removing his pants, standing in only his black boxer-briefs. Leah pulled her shirt over her head, but was slow in doing so since her eyes were hungrily devouring every inch of exposed skin. She could see that he had a small tattoo on the left side of his ribcage, but she was too far away to read the quote.

  As she undid the button on her jeans, he strode toward her, grabbing her hips and pulling them together once more, kissing her. He reached down, lifting her by her thighs to wrap her legs around him. She clung to him tightly, kissing him, pushing her hips into him as her bra-covered breasts rubbed against his bare chest. Braydon carried her to the bed, toppling them both down as she broke the kiss, laughing breathlessly. He smiled as well, straightening and reaching down to the zipper of her jeans.

  His eyes holding her gaze, he took the jeans and slid them down her legs, his eyes showing the fire of his lust as his fingers trailed down the expanse of her legs.

  Freeing her ankles from the denim, she spread her legs for him, allowing him to drape his body over her, their mouths meeting once more as his hands skimmed over her neck, down her chest to palm her breast through the fabric of her bra. She arched into his hand, reaching between them to undo the middle clasp of her bra, yanking the fabric away so his hand could touch bare skin.

  Once he was able to palm the warm swell, he broke the kiss and looked at his large hand over her chest, watching with great appreciation the way the flesh moved in his hand and the softness he felt. His mouth dropped to her collarbone, planting three kisses down to her nipple. Pushing her breast up, his lips locked around the hardened nub, his tongue pressing down, teasing her as she held his head to her chest, letting out a soft breath of pleasure.

  He paid considerable attention to each nipple, being sure which ever one his mouth was not occupied with, his fingers massaged and teased, keeping the sparks flying through her body.

  However, finally, his fingers descended further to hook into the waistband of her panties. He straightened, the cool rush of air allowing Leah to regain some of her bearings. As he guided her panties down her legs, she got a look at the tattoo on his ribcage.

  “Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.” –Yeats.

  Leah sat upright, shaking the bra from her arms and tossing it to the side to join her panties. She took his face in her hands once more and gently kissed him, guiding him backward to cover her body once more with his, grinding her hips upward into his clothed erection. He growled into her mouth, his fingers skirting down her side until he touched the growing wetness at the juncture of her legs.

  She gasped, breaking their kiss, her head thrown back into the pillows, hiding her expression. He quickly swept the pillows away with his other arm, being sure nothing blocked his view of her pleasured expression.

  With tenderness she would have never guessed he possessed, his fingers rubbed small circles over her clit, his mouth kissing and nipping at her neck, trying as best he could not to leave marks. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one hand tangling in the back of his hair, not caring in that moment if he marked every inch of her body with his lips.

  One finger slipped between her swollen lips and pushed inside her, causing her to buck into his hand with a moan that tore out of her throat before she could stop it. Her hips seemed to move of their own volition, pushing his hand against her as a second finger joined the first.

  The feeling of his fingers inside her was both very exciting and not nearly enough. She moved her pelvis, trying to bring him deeper as the digits pushed inside her, flexing and applying varying pressures to several wonderful spots she did not even know she had.

  However, she needed more.

  As his fingers began pumping in and out of her at a steadier pace, countering her hips movements for the best friction, her nails scraped along his shoulder, her teeth gently capturing his lower lip.

  His fingers stopped and he backed away, smiling at her as she tried to catch her breath, wondering why he had stopped.

  “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. She shivered at his voice, her blood somehow boiling even more than before. She leaned up and kissed him once more as his fingers slipped out of her. She was about to whine at the loss, but when he shifted and reached for the bedside table to extract a condom, she bit back the disappointed sound.

  She watched every flex of muscle as he removed his boxer briefs, his hard cock springing free. Her eyes locked on the organ, her body shivering in anticipation of his size. Her breathing became more labored, but despite him being bigger than any of the men she had been with before, she was not nervous. Her legs were trembling. She was so turned on she could feel her wetness coating her thighs as she shifted, trying to rub them together, eager for more sensation against her swollen womanhood.

  Braydon smiled at the display, holding eye contact with her as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, sliding it over his length slowly, seeing the way her eyes devoured his every move.

  She eagerly spread her legs for him, her heels digging into his backside to pull him forward as he settled between her legs. He chuckled lightly, one hand lining up the head of his erection as the other traced gentl
e patterns over her thigh.

  “Patience,” he whispered.

  She let out a sound that resembled a whine, but it was deeper, more guttural, bespeaking the heights of her arousal. His smile broadened and he leaned over her, pecking a teasing kiss to her lips.

  “I want you to feel everything,” he breathed, the head of his erection pushing past the wet lips between her legs, entering her at an agonizingly slow place as she groaned, her eyes fluttering shut. He stopped.

  “Open your eyes.”

  She complied, though it took her a while to command her body around the fog of her need.

  “Feel every inch,” he continued, pushing further, causing her body to bow as warmth and pleasure spread through her entire body, radiating around the juncture of her thighs. She tried to hold eye contact, but her eyelids fluttered wildly. With one final push, he was sheathed inside her completely. Her eyes snapped shut and her head was thrown back, the column of her neck arched and exposed for him to pepper kisses over.

  She had to keep her eyes closed. The sensation was too much. Her body was completely focused on the way he filled her so perfectly, pushing just deep enough to take her breath away as she was stretched just enough to accommodate him. It was as if they were preternaturally meant for one another, their bodies fitting together seamlessly.

  His tongue traced a trail from the base of her nape up to her ear. He kissed just behind her earlobe, his breath ghosting over her skin causing her hair to stand on end and electricity to shoot through her.

  “Good girl,” he whispered.

  Her hands wrapped around his back, holding him tightly as she circled her hips against his, desperate. Taking the hint, Braydon shifted on top of her, bracing himself as he kissed her parted lips once more. Her arms held his shoulders, bringing them even closer together and yet not close enough.

  Braydon’s motions were fluid as his hips drew back before pushing forward once more, filling her with each thrust in that perfect way that had her eyes rolling in the back of her head. She was sure she had never been so turned on in her entire life. She felt each thrust, reveled in the sparks that came from every slide of sweat-slicked skin, and drank in his presence through each kiss. She felt she could not get enough of him.

  He sat up suddenly, grabbing her arms as they slid from his back and pinning them to the side of her head, shifting his hips once before starting a much faster rhythm. His members moved quickly, pumping in and out of her, drawing moans and gasps with each thrust forward. With a cant of her hips, Leah brought him even deeper and they found the perfect angle. She let out a loud moan, her head turning to the side as her eyes shut once more. She heard him grunt above her as his hips moved, bringing her closer and closer to what she knew would be one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

  A pressure was building inside her, the muscles of her abdomen tightening as his pelvis snapped back and forth, the sounds of skin slapping together covered by their combined moans and gasps. Her legs were shaking at his side, straining against the building of ecstasy within her.

  He leaned over, kissing her deeply, their tongues darting into one another’s mouths as Braydon continued a near-punishing rhythm.

  She was so close. She could feel her orgasm building with each pass of his hard length within her. Her moans became so loud they were nearly screams as he pounded into her, groaning as well, bracing himself on his forearm as he took her hip in one hand.

  Braydon pushed himself to the hilt and rotated his hips, applying just enough stimulation to her clit to send her over the edge.

  She choked out a cry of pleasure as he body was wracked with spasms, her walls clenching around him rhythmically as the orgasm overtook her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in pants as the climax seemed to last forever.

  Finally, her body collapsed limply back to the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her nails scraped at the bedsheets and his arm in an effort to find something to ground her back in reality after the earth-shattering pleasure.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, tilting her hips once more and thrusting in quickly.

  Her body, oversensitive from the orgasm, protested any further stimulation, her nerves fried. She gasped, tightening around him once more. One more thrust, and he let out a soft moan, his eyes shutting as the tendons in his neck protruded from his clenching jaw, his thighs twitching against hers as he spilled himself inside her.

  Leah’s eyes closed, her throat dry and her body still shivering as small waves of her orgasm continued to pass through her.

  He lowered himself carefully on top of her, his own labored breath matching her own as they both came down from the high.

  Chapter Seven

  Leah was sleeping so peacefully that she wanted to cry in protest of the sudden hand that shook her shoulder. She groaned instead, turning over and burying her face in the pillow.

  “Leah,” a voice called to her, “you need to wake up and go to work. You’re going to be late.”

  The words floated to her and it took her several long moments to remember where she was and what had happened the previous night. The memories of the incredible feelings from the stage as well as going home with Braydon rushed back to her and she bolted upright, her eyes wide.

  Braydon was leaning over her, his hand on her shoulder. He was wearing a baggy long-sleeve sweater and loose sweatpants, his hair messy atop his head. Even dressed so simply, Leah could not deny how handsome he looked.

  “Morning…” she murmured, suddenly feeling both awkward and giddy at the same time.

  “You should get up and get dressed,” he urged. “You’re going to be late for work.”

  As he moved away, she sat up, reaching for his hand. When her fingers closed around his, he jumped and turned to her, startled. They stared at one another, trying to read each other’s eyes. When Leah felt awkward with the constant staring, her eyes went to the clock on the bedside table and she realized just how late she had slept.

  Clamoring out of bed, she snatched her clothes off the floor as Braydon watched her. Hopping to put her jeans back on, she chuckled nervously.

  “Thank you for waking me up,” she said awkwardly. She was getting a strange feeling from him and was worried that she was no longer welcome in his house. He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets and jerking his head toward the kitchen.

  “There’s coffee if you want some.”

  “That’s okay, I’ll get some at work,” she assured. Finally succeeding in clasping her bra, she pulled her shirt over her head and turned to face Braydon once more. She wanted to hug him, to feel his arms around her once more, but there was something about the way he was standing that told her he was uncomfortable and did not want to be touched. “Is everything alright?” she asked instead.

  He nodded. “Everything’s fine.”

  They stood awkwardly in the middle of the bedroom before Braydon laughed awkwardly, unable to stand the silence any longer.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I still haven’t mastered the morning-after conversation.”

  “I don’t know that there is a mastery to it,” she laughed. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves as she stepped forward. “Last night was really amazing,” she murmured, unable to stop her grin from growing.

  “It was,” he agreed.

  “When can I see you again?”

  “That’s going to depend on your schedule, and mine,” he said. “I have a lot of work that I need to buckle down and do, so the next few days won’t be good for me.”

  “That’s fine. I guess I have to see what everyone has to say about the concert last night before I know my schedule,” she mused. “But…you do want to see me again, right?”

  “Yes,” he answered, nodding. “I do.”

  Leah tried not to jump in excitement when she heard the response. She, instead, let a huge grin split across her face yet again.

  “Me, too.”

  She walked even closer, rolling up on her toes to kiss him.r />
  Feeling a little more at ease with the post-coitus morning, Leah went into the bathroom to find a toothbrush still in the packaging next to the sink waiting for her. She quickly unwrapped it, smiling as she brushed her teeth rapidly and running her fingers through her hair to remove the tangles. Even though memories of the night with Braydon occasionally caused her to blush, there was no mistaking how happy she felt that morning.

  When she walked back to Braydon, he turned to her, lifting the mug to his mouth.

  “Need a ride?”

  “Do you mind?” she asked.

  “No,” he assured. “It’ll be faster than taking the bus.”

  As he drove her toward RM Entertainment, she took a chance and reached for his hand. He hesitated only a moment before holding her hand during the drive.

  He pulled up in front of the building as Leah smiled at him.

  “Thank you again,” she whispered.

  “Give me your phone.”

  She handed it over and he put his phone number in her contacts, sending himself a text so he had her number.

  “Then you really do want to see me again,” she said, feeling relieved in some way.

  “For now,” he teased, winking.

  Leah was about to continue the playful banter when a knock on the window startled her. She turned to see Aaron outside the car.

  “Hey,” the guitarist said as Leah rolled down the window. “We need to get inside. Mr. Gracie wants to meet with us about last night.”

  “Am I that late?” Leah gasped, unbuckling her seatbelt quickly as she glanced at the clock.

  “No, but we better get in there before you are really late,” Aaron said. He waved silently to Braydon, who waved back.

  “Okay.”

  Leah rolled up the window and turned to Braydon as she opened the door.