by N. M. Silber
“You’re so naughty, Braden,” said the woman grinding her cha-cha against his hand.
“You’re so ready, Gabrielle,” he practically purred. Oh that was just too much!
“Oh God! Braden, I need you!” I gasped and reached down to put my hand over his and press his fingers against me harder.
“You need me to what?” he asked in a low sultry voice. “Dry?”
“I need you inside me,” I panted, feeling myself about to lose control.
“Now?”
Oh shit! I give up! You win! You win! You win the freaking teasing game! AARGH! I heard the click click of nails on the floor. Oh no. No! No! No!
“Yes now, Braden! Bruno, honey, go play with your toys for a while,” I said desperately.
“That’s right, Bruno, Daddy’s playing with his toys,” Braden said, sounding amused. He was keeping pressure on my clit with his thumb and teasing me by skimming his other fingers over my entrance but not giving me the penetration I was aching for. My entire body felt like it was on fire. How did he learn this stuff? Okay, don’t think about that, Gabrielle. Bruno looked up at us curiously, checked out the scene from a few different angles, and then thankfully, got bored and moved on.
“Oh God, Braden, I need it so badly right now, baby,” I moaned. “And just to be clear I mean sex! Stage three! Stage three!”
“But what if we get bugs?” I could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Braden, fuck me right now! Please?!” After all, my parents raised me to be polite. Apparently “please” was a magic word! Although I think that the “fuck me” was pretty effective too. He spun me around and yanked my shorts and panties down over my hips. Then he lifted me up to seat me on the counter, and while I slid them the rest of the way off, he opened up his jeans and freed Mother Nature’s generous gift to both of us. Sweet baby Jesus and two hump camel, it never ceased to amaze me that I managed to accommodate him so well. I must have a vagina like a Tardis – a Dr. Who-hah. And, Oh my God, I’m a geek! He pulled his T-shirt over his head and stood there looking more appetizing than anything in any other kitchen anywhere. I wanted to count his muscles with my tongue. He smiled with naughty anticipation, pushed my legs apart, positioned himself at my entrance, grabbed my hips… and froze when he heard the really loud scream-like noise that wasn’t coming from me for a change. Bruno started barking immediately.
“Oh no! No! Not now!” he shouted.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Is that a fire alarm?” Maybe my body wasn’t all that was on fire. Or maybe I was already in stage three and it involved a bunch of Dementors shrieking in my head.
He groaned, swore and managed somehow to close his pants over one raging example of healthy maleness. Oh man. No fair. I was just going to get to play with my toys.
“They do drills periodically for insurance purposes,” he said, in a very angry voice, pulling on his T-shirt again and yanking it down to cover the evidence of said healthy maleness for the second time that evening. I wouldn’t want to be a Prudential agent right now. “Baby, get dressed while I get Bruno’s leash.”
When I came back out to the entry, he was at the closet by the front door. “Here, put this on so you don’t get chilly.” He handed me a sweat jacket and grabbed another one for himself.
He picked up a frantically yipping Bruno and tucked him under one arm, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the stairs. Other residents were already on their way out and we joined the crowd.
When we got to the sidewalk, we crossed the street where emergency personnel were directing people. We waited on the sidewalk as Bruno paced around at the end of his leash, probably on the verge of passing out with excitement. Braden put his arm around me and held me close to him. We mostly just watched what was going on around us as the minutes started to tick by. I eventually began to get the weird feeling again, like someone was watching, and my eyes started to wander over the immediate vicinity.
“You know, we’ve never had alley sex,” I said, staring at a fairly dark side street.
“That’s because alley sex is also known as disorderly conduct and public indecency. Talk to me again in ten minutes.” More time went by.
“Braden, why don’t we just go to my place?” I asked after we had been out there for what felt like quite a while. I looked around us at the crowd of tired-looking people and saw something odd. There was a guy in a baseball cap standing alone some distance away and it almost looked like he was staring directly at us.
“It doesn’t usually take this long. Normally we’re back in in less than ten minutes.” I turned toward Braden when he spoke, and when I turned back, the figure was gone. I assumed that I must have been mistaken. My imagination was working overtime these days. Still, it didn’t hurt to mention it. I had learned my lesson not telling Braden about the notes.
“Braden, I need to tell you something. I had a weird feeling like somebody might be following me earlier and just now I felt like someone was watching us. When I looked around, I saw a guy over there who seemed to be staring in our direction.”
“Where?” he asked, suddenly sounding very alert.
“He was standing over in that direction. When I looked back a couple of seconds later though, he was gone. Like I said, I just had a weird feeling and I also had one earlier, although I didn’t see anybody at all then.”
“I don’t see anybody there now. Are you sure he was looking at us? It’s pretty dark out here and there’s a lot going on.”
“No, I’m not sure. He was wearing a baseball cap and it hid part of his face. It was probably just my imagination or nerves or something.” The crowd started to move then and people began re-entering the building. Braden stopped to talk to the concierge on the way in.
“So, what’s going on, Anthony? They don’t announce nighttime fire drills anymore and it takes twice as long to do them?” Braden wasn’t in a good mood and Anthony was in the line of fire. It’s a good thing we weren’t in court or a whole lot of people would be doing hard time. No pun intended.
“It wasn’t a fire drill, Mr. Pierce. Somebody pulled a false fire alarm.”
“Do you know who it was?” For their sake I hoped that if they ever got caught they wound up in someone else’s courtroom. Braden might go after the death penalty.
“No sir. We think that the person might have snuck in through Roxie’s,” he said, referring to a restaurant and lounge located in Braden’s building. “Either that or it might have been a kid who lives here.” That kid might not be living here for long. Or living for long in general. We thanked him for the information and headed back up to Braden’s apartment. The elevator doors slid open disgorging us and half a dozen other disgruntled-looking residents, and just as we began to head down the hall, I saw it. There was a small, white object sitting in front of Braden’s door. I felt adrenaline rush through my body and I got goosebumps.
“Braden! Look!” I pointed. “You don’t think that’s another note, do you?” We quickly went over and I retrieved the object. It wasn’t an envelope, though, it was just a cocktail napkin that said ‘Club 51’ on it.
“I didn’t see that here when we left,” he said, looking confused.
“Somebody must have dropped it on the way out,” I suggested.
“Right in front of my door?” he asked dubiously.
“Maybe they were checking to make sure everybody was out. Why a firefighter had a cocktail napkin on him is probably something we shouldn’t contemplate too deeply.” I turned it over and saw that there were numbers written on the back. “It says seven one six …”
“Maybe this litter was intended for a different apartment. If you want, we can give Mr. Lewis in seven sixteen his trash.”
“Seven one six, one zero three zero,” I continued. I thought about it for a minute and then a light went on in my head. “Seven sixteen, ten-thirty! It sounds like a date and time!”
“So, maybe somebody’s got a date at this Club 51 on Friday,” he said, as he unlocked the door
and stood aside to let Bruno and me go in. Bruno took off to check the place out as usual and made his way back speedily with a twelve foot butt slide that made the base runners in the game earlier look bad. Luckily, he didn’t hit the wall this time. His aim was improving. We gave him a treat for being such a good boy and he ran off somewhere with his treasure. Then Braden turned and gave me his hot sex look and my cha-cha cheered for joy. We were finally going to get grand slammed. Thank you, Lord!
“So, Gabrielle, are you going to be a good girl for me now?” he asked in a low husky voice as he started walking toward me slowly.
“Define ‘good’.” I started feeling shaky again. I could feel my face heating up and my pulse started to race like a stock car engine. Not that I knew what a stock car engine actually sounded like.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, looking at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Braden could read me far too well. I think he could probably detect my sexual arousal from the next room. Or the next county. Or the next planet. He was getting closer by the second and I was starting to pant.
“That sometimes I like it when you get all ‘take charge’ like that. You going to show me who’s boss, bad boy?” I taunted seductively, standing my ground firmly even though my legs felt very wobbly at that moment. I knew that within half an hour I would be having a screaming orgasm and the fact that I was still vertical, let alone still teasing him, was a minor miracle.
He gave me a sexy smile and then he was only a couple of feet away. “I’ll be happy to take charge anytime you want.” He reached out and pulled me into his arms a little roughly, kissing me hard, possessing my mouth, and rubbing his tongue up against mine forcefully. He was claiming me and consuming me and I wanted him to do it. I started kissing him back with just as much heat, pulling his hair and pressing my body up against him brazenly. In seconds he had me pinned up against the wall. We were frantically trying to undress each other while grinding our hips together and never breaking our burning kiss. I wrapped my leg around him and felt his erection pressing into my belly as I grabbed onto that tight gorgeous ass. “Bedroom,” he said, breaking away and breathing hard, “or I’m going to take you right here, right now.”
“And that’s bad why?” I panted.
“The lights are on and we’re standing in front of really big windows.”
“Bedroom!” I grabbed his hand and ran like a track star. I probably could have handled high hurdles too at that moment. Fuck! I probably could have handled the high jump!
Bruno followed along eagerly. This was a new version of the humping game and he obviously didn’t want to miss anything. Usually Bruno was banned when Mommy and Daddy were playing full-force in the bedroom but at the moment Mommy and Daddy had more pressing matters on their minds. We set a world speed record for cross-apartment sex-sprint, made it to the bedroom in seconds flat and continued desperately undressing each other. Okay, let’s be honest, Braden ripped my panties off. This wasn’t one of his more tender, gentle moments. It’s a good thing he did, though, or I would have ripped them off myself and I’m not very coordinated. There could have been bloodshed.
“Lay down and spread your legs for me, baby,” he said without preamble.
“That’s so romantic, Braden. Maybe you can have that engraved on my wedding ring.”
“Gabrielle, you’re beautiful; you know that I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Now spread those legs for me and show me that sweet pussy, baby,” he said, peeling off his boxers. He stood there in all of his naked glory, looking all naked and glorious. Lord have mercy. I didn’t care how many times I saw it, the sight of Braden Pierce without clothing took my breath away and sent my hoo-hah into a state of emergency. He was quite obviously ready. I was quite obviously willing. I hit the bed flying, and God help me, I showed him that sweet pussy. I would have shown him anything at that moment.
He came over, crawled onto the bed with me, knelt between my legs, and surprised me by grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. As he smiled down at me with a truly wicked look, it suddenly dawned on me that he hadn’t forgotten about the petting or the dishes.
“Well, hello, Gabrielle.”
“Hi?” He wasn’t moving.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to tease?” he asked seductively.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that patience is a virtue?” I shot back.
“I’m not very virtuous,” he purred and I swallowed hard but I held his gaze. “I believe that when we were so rudely interrupted you were ordering me to fuck you.”
“I said please,” I reminded him.
“You did,” he acknowledged. “So polite. My mother was right. You are a good influence on me.” He lowered his hips and rubbed his readiness up against my willingness. I started breathing hard but I swallowed my moan and I still didn’t look away. “You like that, baby? Well maybe you should beg me for some more.” He started to pull back and I quickly wrapped my legs around his hips and held on tight, rubbing up against him deliciously even though he had me pinned down. His smile got bigger. “Naughty girl. Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed and go finish the dishes myself.”
“You’re the one who said, ‘I need it now’ first. Maybe I should make you beg me.”
“And maybe I should spank you too while I’m at it.” The way that he was looking at me at that point was so hot that I thought I might combust.
“Yeah. Good luck with that,” I taunted. I was pretty cocky for a girl my size pinned under a guy his size. Have I mentioned the muscles? Like lightning he sat back, yanked me across his lap and then that bastard really did spank me! I was shocked! And angry! And incredibly turned on! Oh my God! That was so hot!
“Such a saucy mouth,” he said as he slapped my ass kind of hard. Okay, not super hard. But hard enough!
“I thought you liked my saucy mouth,” I bit out.
“Oh, believe me. I do,” he said in a low silken voice and slapped the other cheek. “And I think you like this too.” He slapped me again. “Don’t you, baby?” he said and his palm connected with my ass three more times. Then he caressed my bottom and slipped two fingers between my legs and up inside me. I couldn’t help it, I squirmed and moaned with pleasure. “Oh, you do like it, my bad girl. You’re soaking wet and really ready.”
“You just wait, Braden,” I groaned. “I’m going to make you my fuck toy.” He gave a startled laugh and loosened his hold. That was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I pushed myself off his lap and threw my weight against him, pushing him down on his back. In retrospect, I’m pretty sure he let me. He looked incredibly turned on and amused. Bastard! I climbed on top of him and straddled him. Then I grabbed his cock, positioned it at my entrance and without any further discussion slid down on it. That was quite a journey with Braden. I felt him fill me up completely and I whimpered with pleasure and threw my head back for a second. Then I looked down at him again and saw that he was flushed and breathing rapidly, gazing back at me with a combination of adoration and naked lust.
“God, I love you,” he said thickly.
“Who’s on top now, Braden?” I gasped. Some of those words were probably even understandable. And then I started moving up and down, sliding him in and out of me, getting faster and faster until I was riding him like I was going for the Triple Crown. Soon, I was slamming down against him so hard I could feel his balls hitting up against my bottom; my boobs were bouncing like crazy and I was crying out with pleasure, all of which I’m sure made Braden quite happy. He definitely looked happy. In fact, he looked positively euphoric.
“That’s it, baby. Teach me a lesson,” he ground out. “Oh yeah! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Gabrielle!” His voice was strangled and he was groaning loudly as I bounced up and down, frantically grinding my clit up against him. In between my cries and moans and screams I tried to speak coherently. Unfortunately, it came out kind of like “waaannnacummm” (I just said that I tried.) I think he ac
tually understood me, though. He sat up and pulled us toward the headboard where he braced his back and bent his knees. Then he grabbed my hips tightly, tilted them forward and began thrusting up beneath me, helping me slide up and slam down on his cock. There were no more clear thoughts then, just an incredibly pleasurable sensation between my legs, and building pressure and tension throughout my lower body. I reached higher and higher trying to get to where I needed to be. Finally when my body couldn’t take any more, I felt myself explode into blissful relief as my inner muscles contracted sharply and I trembled and shook.
“Braden!” I screamed, looking at him helplessly as I came.
“So beautiful,” he gasped. Through the haze something surprising registered. Braden was still moving. He had never finished with me on top before but I could see that’s where he was headed very quickly. He kept thrusting hard for another minute or so and I could see in his eyes he was right on the edge.
“Gabrielle! Oh yeah! I’m going to come! Oh fuck! Baby, I’m going to come so hard!” He thrust up deeply into me one last time, shuddered, groaned and went still, his muscles tensing and then immediately releasing as he spilled himself into me.
“I guess I showed you who was boss,” I said, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Kiss me,” he said, still sounding out of breath. I leaned in and gave him a very warm tender kiss and then I gently eased off of him and he laid back down and cuddled me into his arms. I loved cuddling as much as nestling. I looked over to Bruno’s doggie bed and saw that he had fallen asleep despite all the noise. We had trained our dog to sleep through rowdy sex.
“You’re not mad at me for teasing you?” I asked, rubbing my hand over the sprinkling of hair on his chest and trailing gentle kisses there.
“No. You drive me crazy but in a good way. Are you mad at me for spanking you? Do you need me to get you any aspirin or ice or anything?” he asked in a concerned voice as he gently caressed my bottom.
