My curiosity won over my need to stay in and fall into my bed shortly after my mother’s party for me wound down. While his kiss had long left my lips, every time I thought about it, my lips would burn with an insatiable heat. I would remember things I never would’ve fawned over a man like I did with Braedan; he made it feel natural and comfortable. He’d tripped a trigger, and I couldn’t stop it from firing every time his name crossed another’s lips or the thought of him filled my mind.
I’d experienced an awakening. It was becoming more consuming. He had quickly become a thrilling and enticing addiction.
My caution wasn’t exactly nonexistent. Questions still remained: What did he have to gain by helping my mother’s campaign, and furthermore, why were so many people in my circle adamant about us connecting with one another?
The most important truth threatened to silence my paranoia. Being with Braedan made me feel as though the weight tying me to Rebirth and the horrors inflicted could be removed. If they were, I’d finally be able to move on.
ASSORTED MASKS WERE AT the door of Sonja’s home. I quickly picked one and placed it on before I was seen by anyone.
Within minutes, a woman met me at the door dressed in vampy, burlesque-inspired lingerie. “You aren’t dressed for the occasion.”
“Brandy?” I squinted at her from underneath my mask. “I didn’t recognize you.”
She pointed to the mask, being tongue-in-cheek.
“Right.” The noise of sex, moans, and flesh slapping against flesh were an undertone to the haunting downtempo music. Hugging myself, I stepped backward. “Where’s Sonja?”
“Out. I think she was worried someone here had a pregnant woman fantasy.” She lifted her mask a little to reveal her smile. “Braedan is upstairs.”
I ascended the stairs, feeling apprehensive with every step I took. Everywhere I turned, shadows of people in the dark hallway lit by only a few tea lights were canoodling or exploring each other’s bodies. As I made my way down the hall, it quieted, becoming hollow noise in an increasingly unoccupied space.
The faint scent of peppered citron greeted me at the cracked open door of what Sonja labeled as her “Boom Room.”
“Braedan?” I called, ambling into the guest bedroom.
He was facing the window, staring out into a night devoid of stars and a full moon. He looked over his shoulder at me and the small glint of light reflected off his eyes. I couldn’t be sure what I saw in his pretty eyes, but it seemed to drastically change the temperature of the room.
He closed the heavy black curtains, stealing the main light in the room, leaving only the dim hallway light to pour into the space.
“Keaton,” he said quietly, keeping to the darkest shadows.
“Did Brandy send you here?” My shaking hands lingered awkwardly in front of me. “Because my friend Sonja calls this the…”
“Boom room? I know. She told me.”
“I’m sorry my friends keep roping you into these really awkward situations…”
“It’s far from awkward, and I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to see you. Close the door and remove your mask.”
I stepped across the threshold and fiddled with my hands. “What for?”
“I think you know the answer to that question, don’t you?”
“Can you answer it anyway?” My voice faded and began to crack.
“There’s something I want to give you.”
“Is it something that’s better than the cake?”
“Better than the kiss.”
“Are you going to tell me what that is?”
He said nothing, nor did he move his head.
Removing my mask and placing it on a nearby table, I pushed my back to the door. The closed door stole any semblance of light in the room, leaving me blinded by the dark.
I heard things rustle and move. His steps were swift and his hands were on my body. His lips were on mine with a passion that was as strong as it was mind-blowing. My thought process no longer relied on rationality. My senses were swamped with everything Braedan.
He placed his hands around my waist and allowed his fingers to push into the exposed and scarred skin on my back from underneath my sweater. I immediately tensed up. He disarmed me, pressing his entire body against me, ensuring I felt every bump and ridge of his body and the pulsing thickness between his legs. My hands darted around until they found his nude waist and discovered the only thing he had on were his underwear. The desire he evoked inside me was consuming, blinding, and unexpected.
I lifted a hand to touch his face. He detached his lips from mine, so firmly planted on my mouth, that it made a popping sound when he disengaged. All he left me to grasp was the invisible.
He spun me around before I could adjust to the dark. Placing my hands flat on the door, he pulled them to rest above my head. My hair was lifted up from my neck and gathered into an impromptu ponytail. The heat of his breath whirled down the back of my neck and his smooth lips and tongue simultaneously touched a spot at the nape of my neck that that left me breathless.
“Can you do the unthinkable and let yourself go with me, Keaton? Can you maintain blind faith?”
“I…”
Pulling my sweater down from my shoulders, he exposed the area between my shoulder blades. He kissed me there and his hands slid up my legs, inching my skirt up to my thighs.
“…don’t know,” I nearly moaned.
“Can you trust that I would never hurt you?”
His grip settled on the crux of my thighs. I was so ignited and burning with want it was impossible to breathe normally. He had to have wielded some sort of magic to make me want something so badly. It was impossible to turn him down and be satisfied with the opportunity I lost. I shouldn’t have trusted. Most of the times in which I did, I was betrayed.
Logic told me he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Another piece of me wanted him to do something forbidden.
“Yes,” I rasped.
The silk scarf slipped from around my neck with a gentle deftness that made every motion and movement tickle my skin. My vision began to adjust to the darkness flooding the room. Strong and heavily veined hands worked quickly to fold the scarf long ways in front of my body. The scarf was placed over my eyes and tugged until my neck arced. Securing it around my eyes, he knotted it at the back of my head.
The pressure of his body moved away from me and eventually disappeared. Steadying myself against the door, I turned around and attempted to gauge where he stood.
“I can tell a lot of things about you, Keaton.” The sensual melody of his voice reverberated throughout the room. “And I’m not speaking about the things I learned from the media: How careful you are. How much you sacrifice yourself and who you are to please the people you care about. I want you to stop being careful. For the night, do something different. I want you to be reckless with me. If you let yourself go and come find me, I’ll make you come blindingly hard, as many times as you can remain conscious. If you want me, find me in the dark and say something very, very dirty to me about what you want me to do to you.”
My knees buckled upon hearing his words. Extending my arms outward, I tried to feel my way around in the dark. Shuffling my feet, I bumped along, laughing at myself when I ran into what I assumed was the bed.
“Wet,” he said quietly.
I followed the echo, sliding my feet against the cold wood floor.
“Wetter.”
Sensing the aura of his body, I stepped closer and reached for him. My hands were met with a tight grip, guiding both of my hands, bringing them toward a hot and soft part of him…his mouth. “Take off your panties.”
Gliding my hands up my skirt, I discovered the band of my lace underwear and slid them down my legs. Unable to balance properly while blinded, I wobbled a bit when I tried to get them off my feet.
“Give them to me.”
I obeyed. He wrapped his hand around my wrist, directing my hand up. His deep inhalations manifested into a tangibl
e strip of ice, pressing against my spine. Sharp teeth grazed the lace and my fingertips. “Mm,” he moaned in a way that ignited the embers that were already burning me raw. “Your taste…”
“Is like what?”
“A very habit-forming sin.” Tangling his hand in my hair, he pulled my head back until my neck curved. Breathing me in and exhaling so deeply it splayed across my neck and elicited gooseflesh all over my body, he lapped a trail along the curvature of my neck with his tongue.
My thighs clenched together, unsuccessful in their attempts to quiet the painful quiver emanating from my sex.
“Tell me what you want.”
The danger of being with someone in this manner was new to me in this way. But the man in front of me had a way with words, expression, and the tone of his voice that turned on a switch I once thought was completely in the off position. Sex was a poison, and suddenly, I didn’t care. I wanted to take a bite of the forbidden apple.
“I want you to…” I paused through the words falling breathlessly through my mouth. “…fuck me.”
“Keaton,” he cooed, “I don’t want you to be pretty. I want you to be a filthy beautiful.”
I twisted my wrist out of his hold, losing the grip on my underwear, and grabbed his hand. Guiding his hand down dips and curves of my body, I directed him to touch the bare lips of my sex. “You made me wet from the moment you first kissed me. And all I can think about at night is how good your tongue, your fingers, and your cock would feel inside me. Braedan”—I paused to moan his name as he began to circle the pads of his fingers against my wet and swelling nub—“my pussy is drenched and ready for you to fuck me senseless.”
Tightly clutching the back of my head, he pulled me closer and groaned against my lips. Rocking his fingers back and forth, he dallied with the crease between my plump lips, doused in arousal.
The sensation of his touch awakened my nerves, sending electric pulses straight to my core. My breath shuddered, and I found it hard to stand.
Removing his hands from me, he grasped my waist in both of his strong hands, leaving me airborne. The soft mattress he laid me down on cradled my back and welcomed me. Warm and panting breaths danced up the inside of my thighs, making the tingle between my legs transform into a burn. Lacing his kisses with his tongue, he trailed an invisible line from the crease of my thigh to my pelvic bone. He spread my thighs father apart and adjusted my legs to fall over his shoulders. A sudden burst of hot air flittered across my sex brought forth a breathy moan from my throat.
Soft and methodic, his lips brushed my clit, swaying back and forth, teasing me.
My hips angled upward, needy for more and wanting him to taste me and make me come as hard as he promised he would. Maintaining his tease, he exhaled a cool stream of air across my clit and followed it up with the light brushing of his gentle lips against my increasingly wet nub.
Pinched and rolled between his fingers, my nipples hardened underneath my blouse and turned increasingly sensitive to the expert touch of his fingertips through the thin fabric. He tugged the nubs of my breasts and rubbed out the slight burn with his thumbs massaging in a circular motion.
The motions of his mouth and fingers set me on a collision course. If he continued to tease my body, making my desire reach a peak without a release, I would’ve begged him to do what he promised.
Removing me from the brink of begging for him, he slid his tongue up the fissure of my sex and traced a circular path on the tip of my bundle of nerves. My arms extended, reaching out, touching the top of his head. The silky longer inches of his hair glided through my fingers like threads of silk.
Stilling in his actions as if waiting for something, he pulled away from me. I arched my back and angled my hips upward in an invitation. I was met with him pushing me flat down against the bed.
“Please don’t stop,” I pleaded. “It felt so good. Taste me.”
Agonizing minutes passed between us, and Braedan didn't seem to move. In a blinding rush, his mouth latched onto me, fervently sucking and licking the throbbing nerve at once.
The fire roared through me, ripping me apart thread by thread. My back curved, my head and my behind dug into the mattress. Firming my grip on his hair, I pushed him further into me as my body shivered at an increasingly volatile rhythm.
Fingers pushed inside me, joining with the dizzying pace of his tongue circling my bundle of nerves. Soft sucking sounds resounded as he increased the intensity and pressure of his suction while flicking the tip of his tongue against every possible nerve ending. He slurped on my swelling nub, treating me like a delicious meal he had no intention of savoring or devouring neatly.
My mouth fell open to inhale much needed oxygen, but my breath was caught in my throat. The tingle he elicited from every inch of my body turned into a constant cool charge, throwing my nervous system completely into a pleasure too shocking to withstand.
Moaning against my sex, he created a pulsation that sent me completely over the edge. Fingers thrust inside me at a hurried pace, creating friction at an internal spot that made my body pulse.
My back arched at a more severe angle. My toes pointed painfully. The heels of my feet dug into his back. It left me stricken with an overwhelming and unstoppable surge of gratification. I shuddered with the hard-hitting peak.
Against my will, my thighs closed tightly around his head, edging him out from between my legs. I crawled backwards on my elbows in a failed attempt to escape the way he made me vibrate with an unreal high.
Effortlessly, he dragged me back down on the bed by way of my legs and continued is exquisite assault on my sex. Sucking and licking me, he extended my flight until I barely came down.
Flooded with disorientation and light-headedness, I was deemed too unbalanced to move; I simply panted and lay limply on the bed.
The sound of a foil wrapper filled my ears, indicating how far Braedan was willing to go. I quickly silenced the part of me that wanted to remain guarded and forbid myself from going further. The tether to the Keaton who wouldn’t have let go dissipated until it no longer existed.
After so long of feeling like I was caged, I wanted to let go and feel. Just this once.
The snap of rubber gave me a start. Taking his time, he cradled my hand in his and pulled it downward, positioning my fingers to make a fist around his thick and lengthy girth. Sliding my hand up and down his length, thin latex greeted my touch.
“Do you want it, Keaton?”
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he insisted with a breathy rasp. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock,” I whispered. “I want you to fuck me. Please, don’t make me beg.”
“Are you above begging? Do you want it that badly?”
“No. Yes. I meant…” Still feeling the after affects of what he’d done to my body and the quaking of my thighs, I quietly moaned, “Please. Please. Please…”
Flipping me over on the bed as though I was weightless, he positioned me on all fours and placed his hands on my ass, pushing me further up on the bed. Hard and soft ridges slid up my body as he wedged himself between my gaped open legs. Taking a hold of my hips, he forced them to tilt upward. He teased me, rubbing his broad head against my slit, making his erection wet with my juices before he eased inside me.
At the tinge of pain, I sucked my breath to prevent from clamping down and ease myself into becoming accustomed to his size. The weight of his arms dipped the bed on either side of my body, imprisoning me against the bed and steadying himself as he rocked shallowly.
His supple mouth and heated breath grazed my shoulder. “This begins and ends with you. Relax and I’ll give you everything you begged for.”
Exhaling deeply, I released myself from the tense state, allowing him to slide his entire length inside and overfill me. I curved my back, lifting it from the mattress and whimpered. Withdrawing his girth, he left me wanting more with only inches of him still inside of me previous to slowly rolling his hips against my beh
ind and fully penetrating me again.
I called out, gripping the sheets beneath me as he continued his teasing pace. “Harder,” I pleaded.
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Keaton?” he questioned with his voice soaked in sex. “Are you sure you can handle it?” Something wet and warm ran up my spine, exacerbating my need to tremble.
“Yes. Please.”
His thrusts became more viscous, rendering a friction between us that made my eyes roll back and my body tremble. His cock stretched me, manipulating every pleasure point that could possibly be touched inside me. Hard and fast slams made me jar and hold onto the sheets to steady myself from the powerful movement of his body.
My physical and mental senses were under his expert spell: His touch. The way he moved and felt inside me. His heavy breaths. His sensuous groans and grunts. The increasingly intoxicating scent of him.
Everything about Braedan in this moment consumed me and obliterated me. My body tensed on the verge of an ascension so consuming my brain became overwhelmed, and I cried out his name.
The heaviness of his body crashed down on me, pushing me flat on mattress. The perspiration coating his skin bedewed my already damp back. Clutching my hand, he removed it from attacking the sheets. Undulating only his hips, he stroked inside me vigorously.
Soft and silky material muffled my cries. A good chunk of my hair was pulled back, forcing my body to arc and my face away from the mattress while he thrust into me at a frenzied pace.
The expertise and the momentum in the sway of hips made me think he’d somehow studied my body before and knew everything it needed to make me climax like I never had.
The exquisite burn pulled me under. I let go completely, crying in exultation.
His enticing and soft satisfied groans in reaction to my vocal displays touched me in the most endearing and sensual way. Capturing my ear between his lips, he placed open-mouth kisses on the shell and sucked hard on my lobe. Directing my position, his grip bit into my thighs and pushed me up to lay sideways. The heat stemming from his body in waves pressed against my side. My legs were pushed up and over until my back rolled flat against the mattress with my lower half turned.
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