BRUF

by Jessie Cooke

  “Shit.” She ran her hand through her hair and pulled out a sticky marshmallow. Bruf looked like he could barely contain his laughter. She narrowed her eyes at him and said, “Laugh and I’ll kick you out right now.” He bit down on his bottom lip and her insides went crazy.

  “I’m not laughing,” he said, “but are you going to ask me inside?”

  She stepped back and motioned for him to come in. Once she closed the door and relocked it, she reached for the ice cream container and said, “Have a seat, I’ll be right back.” She could feel him watching her as she took it into the kitchen. While she was in there, she checked her reflection in the toaster. She didn’t see any more marshmallows; without a brush and makeup, there wasn’t much she could do. She washed her hands and used the dishrag to scrub at the spot on her shirt before finally giving up and going back out to the living room. Bruf looked at the wet spot on her t-shirt. She rolled her eyes. “It’s almost three a.m. I wasn’t expecting company.”

  He smiled then and said, “I think you look great, and I love marshmallows.”

  She chuckled. “Shut up. What are you doing here?”

  He sat back on the couch then and folded his arms across his chest. She couldn’t help but notice how his biceps bulged and the tattoo on his upper forearm peeked out from under his sleeve. “I’m not sure,” he finally said. “I guess...shit, it just seems like maybe we need to talk. I know I was shitty to you earlier. I’m sorry. I honestly was shocked to see you tonight.”

  “I was shocked to see you too. But...I can’t honestly say, like you did, that I haven’t thought about you since I left.”

  “So much so that you got engaged?”

  It was her turn to cross her arms, annoyed, “I should have pined away for you instead? If I recall, you told me that you and I were never going to happen.”

  He sighed. “No...I didn’t want you to pine for me.” He furrowed his brow then and said, “Or maybe I did. Fuck, I don’t know. I lied, okay? I fucking thought about you, a lot.” Sabrina didn’t know what to say to that. He was so close and her body was tingling all over. She wanted nothing more than to climb up in his lap and kiss his soft lips. She wanted to feel his hands on her body. She wanted him...all of him.

  “My fiancé broke up with me tonight.”

  His green eyes suddenly seemed brighter. “He broke up with you? Is he fucking insane?”

  Sabrina smiled. “No, unfortunately, I think I was asking for it. He thinks I came out here to see you.”

  “Why?”

  She couldn’t tell him that she screamed out his name during sex. She felt her face go hot just thinking about it. There was a long pause and finally she said, “His sister is my best friend. I told her, a long time ago...” She stopped there. Why is this so fucking hard? They were just words. They weren’t going to kill anyone. Digging down deep to find her courage she said, “I told her about you, and how I felt about you. When I told him I didn’t want him to come out here with me, he assumed it was because I was coming out here to see you. I tried to tell him that wasn’t true, but he didn’t believe me.”

  “So...why did you come out here?”

  “Blair invited me for Wolf’s birthday party. I missed him and I wanted to meet her and...” Bruf’s green eyes were focused on her lips and her body was getting hotter by the second. “And I wanted to see you again,” she whispered. His eyes moved up and locked into hers. He stared at her for a few seconds and then said:

  “Why?”

  “You know why, Bruf.” He slid over closer to her and cupped her chin in his hand.

  “I want you to tell me why.”

  “I can’t stop thinking about you, okay? I’ve wanted you for so long and I think about it all the time. I feel guilty because my fiancé was right – as much as I wanted to see my brother, what I was most excited about was you.” Her voice croaked before she finished, and she felt his face moving closer. Their lips almost met before she pulled her chin out of his grasp and said, “Wait. There are some other things we need to talk about...”

  “Not now,” he said, once again trying to kiss her. She pulled further back. He needed to know about the baby before they went any further.

  “Bruf...I really need to...” His mouth swallowed the rest of her sentence and the kiss swallowed her thoughts. Nothing else mattered at that moment but the feel of his tongue sliding against hers and his big hand resting on her waist. The other hand went up and slid through her hair, stroking and petting it and making her shiver with the anticipation of that hand and those fingers touching her body. She put her hands up and hooked them behind his neck, pulling him in even deeper as she sunk further down into the couch. He kissed her so deeply that it was like he was trying to climb down inside of her, and she could feel her panties getting wetter by the second. She was gasping for breath before he finally broke the kiss. He rested his forehead against hers and for several seconds they just looked at each other while they caught their breath.

  “I want you, Sabrina,” he whispered.

  “I want you too.”

  “Wolf’s not going to...” She put her fingers against his lips.

  “Wolf’s not here. I want you so bad. Let’s give ourselves tonight, and tomorrow we can talk about anything we need to, okay?” Tomorrow she could tell him she was pregnant. She didn’t think it would matter to him anyway. She still doubted that he was looking for more than a piece of ass. Once he had her, she wasn’t going to be the least bit surprised if he walked away and never talked to her again. She wasn’t going to go into this by fooling herself. What was about to happen would be explosive, she was sure of it...but she was also sure it would have to sustain her for a very long time. She intended to commit every second of it to memory so that she could relive it any time she wanted. She intended to enjoy him, finally, and she was willing to deal with whatever came after.

  “Okay,” he whispered. His lips crushed down on hers again as he took her hands and stood them both up. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he began to walk her backward down the hall. She pointed out the guest bedroom and he steered them both into it. As he kicked the door closed behind them, it dawned on her how many times she’d imagined this night. Now that it was finally here...it was surreal, and she wondered if she was dreaming, and she prayed that if she was, she wouldn’t wake up any time soon.

  9

  Sabrina made Bruf want to do things he’d never dreamed of. Tremors ran through his body and he ached all the way into his balls. He wanted to make her scream...all night long...and he wasn’t going to let what anyone else might say about it ruin what was about to happen. He leaned back into the door and pulled her into him. She arched her back and tangled her fingers up in his hair while he kissed her. He could feel her full breasts pressing into him and his hard cock pressing through his jeans into her.

  He had imagined this exact moment so many times that in his head he was having to talk himself into slowing down. He wanted it to last all night.

  She moaned into his lips and rubbed her hips up against him, making him feel the shred of patience he was dangling from stretch even tighter. He bent down and gathered her up in his arms. She gasped as he carried her over to the bed and they tumbled down onto it. Bruf kissed her hard again and then stood up, just so he could look down on her lying on the bed. It was another fantasy he’d had for over a year, and just in case she went back to Florida before he got to fuck her again, he wanted to have a memory of this moment. Her lips were swollen, and her brown hair lying disheveled all around her face and shoulders. She was breathing heavily, and her chest was heaving up and down. Her eyes shone up at him in the dim light and something in them told him that life as he knew it was about to change.

  She was obviously dangling by the same shred of patience as he was, because she reached up and fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him back down on top of her. His tongue was back in her hot mouth in an instant and his body weighted hers down to the bed, threatening to catch it on fire. He felt one
of her hands leave his hair and travel down his back and then she let it wiggle between them. He arched his hips up and let her find the snake in the front of his jeans. Even through the denim, her touch was electric. He groaned so loudly that the neighbors probably heard him...but he was so hot that he wanted to get even louder. He wanted to bay at the fucking moon. He rolled off her and moved her hand. She whimpered, and he said:

  “Slow down, baby...There is so much I want to do to you before I turn that beast loose and he finishes it.” She smiled and tried to kiss him again, but he used his weight and pushed her up on the bed and then moved down to her feet. He wanted nothing between them when he finally got to have her. He took off one of the big, bulky socks and then holding her foot between his hands, he massaged it, watching as she pressed her head back into the bed, closed her eyes, and seemed to struggle with not touching herself. He let his fingers massage each one of her toes and then he leaned down and pressed a kiss into the top of her foot before laying that foot down gently and moving to the other one.

  When he finished with that one, he wrapped his hands around her ankles before sliding them up her legs, feeling the soft skin and the muscle underneath, all the way up her thighs. He stopped just underneath the edge of her shorts before pushing his hands up so that they framed her pussy like underwear, using his thumbs to gently graze her wet center. She whimpered and moaned again, wiggling her hips. He teased her for a second before sliding his hands up the sides of her hips and grabbing the top of her shorts. He pulled them down, taking her panties with them, and tossed them off the bed. Finally, he was looking at that sweet, wet pussy that he’d been craving for so long. He could smell her arousal and when he bent his face down toward it, she lifted her hips up off the bed and his tongue automatically found its way into the center of it.

  Sabrina was mewling as he softly let his tongue slide against the outside of her lips and the inner parts of her thighs, just tasting her. Her whimpers turned into heavy moans each time he got close to her clit, and she tried to twist her hips around and force him to touch it. He moved his mouth each time, making her wait, knowing how much better it would be when her clit was throbbing to the point of exploding. He pushed her legs further apart and this time he let his tongue split her lips open, touching and tasting the inside of her. She cried out his name and tangled her fingers up in his hair, pushing him in deeper.

  His pants were getting so uncomfortable that he wanted to rip them off, but he didn’t want to stop what he was doing just yet. He lay down flat on his belly, pressing his aching cock into the bed and giving himself a slight bit of relief as he ground his hips into the mattress. He slid his hands underneath her beautiful butt and lifted her hips up off the bed so that her pussy melded perfectly with his lips...and finally he let his tongue touch her clit. She cried out again as he opened his lips and wrapped them around the hard nub before closing them. He felt her fingers tighten in his hair, and the muscles of her cheeks, which he held, grow as hard as rocks, and as surprised as he was, he could feel and taste the rush of her orgasm...just like that. He’d never had a woman come that quickly...it was hot.

  He continued to suck and lick at her now oversensitive pussy, rubbing his face against it while she pressed and rubbed back. She kept saying his name over and over, and that alone was driving him crazy. He licked and sucked her pussy until she had a second orgasm and then he laid her against the comforter, quivering and whimpering, and stood up to take off the rest of his clothes and set his painful cock free.

  She had her eyes half open and he could feel her watching him. He undressed slowly, as hard as it was. He wanted to rip his clothes off like an animal and fall on top of her and relieve himself. He was barely hanging on to his last shards of control when she sat up and pushed her t-shirt over her head. She didn’t have a bra on and her gorgeous breasts were finally exposed. He knelt on the edge of the bed, still in his shorts and took them into his hands. Sabrina was finished waiting to touch him however, and her hands slid up the leg openings of his shorts as he massaged her breasts, and suddenly her palm was sliding against his hot, throbbing shaft. He clenched his teeth and grasped her flesh harder, using his thumb and forefinger to roll one of her rock-hard nipples. He could feel himself pulsing against her as she began to stroke him with two hands. He was shaking all over and didn’t realize just how weak she made him feel until she let go of his cock, sat up, and gripped onto his shoulders, guiding him down to the bed on his back.

  She pulled off his shorts, and the next incredible feeling that exploded through him, and threatened to blow off the top of his head, was her soft lips pressing into the head of his cock. She just wrapped them gently around the head and used her hot tongue to wipe off the moisture that had gathered there. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair with one fist and one of her breasts with the other. She moaned against his cock, sending vibrations that felt like earth tremors running all the way through him. She had him gripped tightly in her hand as she opened her lips and took more of him into her mouth. She let the length of him in slowly, inch by inch, until just her fingers were wrapped around the base of his shaft and the rest of his hot flesh lay hard against her wet tongue and touched the back of her throat.

  He tried to relax and enjoy the incredible feelings...but fuck, it was so good that he was on edge, just trying to make it last. She worked her tongue up from the shaft as she pulled her head up and let him slide out of her mouth. She sucked on the tip when she reached it and then worked her tongue back down the shaft again, this time swirling it around and closing her lips tighter, sucking harder. He didn’t know how long he could take it, but he didn’t want her to stop. He clenched his fist tighter in her hair and held her in place while he began to lift his hips up and down off the bed, fucking her sweet, hot mouth.

  He didn’t know how, but he had known it would be this good. He knew that sex with Sabrina would be better than it had ever been with any other woman. Maybe it was because, for the first time in his life, it was sex with real feelings. Sex that he wanted to turn into so much more. He wanted to imagine making love to her every day...every night. He had always worried in the past that he’d get bored, tired of the same pussy day after day. He hadn’t even technically been inside of hers yet and somehow he knew, even if he fucked her three times a day, every day, he was never going to tire of this.

  He lay there for a while just watching her, moving her hair out of the way so that he could see her face while his cock disappeared in between her lips and then reappeared moments later, covered in her hot saliva. He was almost paralyzed from the pleasure of it and the sheer beauty of watching her stir up a level of ecstasy inside of him that he’d never reached before. He was almost afraid of what he was going to feel once he finally got his throbbing cock up inside of her. He always wondered about men that would do anything for a woman...men that would kill, maim, or spend the rest of their lives in prison for a woman. He’d never been able to imagine that kind of desire...until now.

  10

  Bruf let his fingers crawl down her body until they reached her clit, and while she sucked his big cock, he rubbed her nub, threatening to send her into another wild orgasm. Sabrina had multiple orgasms sometimes when she pleasured herself, but never with a man. He’d already made her come twice and he hadn’t even been inside of her yet. She had only heard and dreamed of making this kind of connection with someone. It felt like they were practically a part of each other, connected on a cellular level. She could feel his touch in every part of her body, every nerve, every fiber. She heard him growl as she felt his cock swell even more between her lips and suddenly, without warning, she was pulled off him and up on top of his body. God, it felt so good for their bodies to be pressed into each other, skin to skin. She wriggled into him, letting her breasts and hard nipples crush themselves against his hard chest.

  He pulled her up more so that his cock was pressing up against her soaked pussy. She wanted to slide down and impale herself on it, but suddenly s
he thought of the baby and remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. She didn’t delude herself into thinking he hadn’t been with other women...a lot of them. She didn’t want to end up with something he’d caught from one of them and put the baby at risk. “Bruf,” she whispered, still grinding herself into him. His hands were everywhere, and she could barely form a thought, much less a sentence...but she pushed on.

  “What, baby?”

  “Do you have a condom?”

  He groaned. “Yeah, baby. Are you on the pill?”

  “Um...” What should she say to that? No...but I’m already pregnant? Now was definitely not the time for that, so she told the closest version of the truth as she could. “I can’t get pregnant right now.”

  “I’m clean, I promise. I get tested...” She didn’t let him finish. She knew it was foolish to just take his word for it, but she was beyond rational thought at that point. She wiggled down so that the tip of his cock entered her, and pleasure ripped through her body. Bruf took over then, gripping her hips in his hands and holding her tightly as he arched his hips up and buried his cock up inside of her. He was so big that he stretched her open like she’d never been before, but the feeling of being full of him was almost as good as the tickle of his flesh against the walls of her pussy. “Oh Jesus...fuck...” Bruf cried out. She was mumbling something too, but even to herself it was incoherent. It almost frightened her how badly she wanted this man.

  She felt his lips go to her neck, and he began to kiss her sensitive flesh before sliding them open and using his teeth to nip at it. She sat up and pressed her hands into his hard body, using them to slide herself up, then down onto his delicious cock. Shards of pleasure enveloped every part of her again and she could already feel another orgasm coming on. She was moving slowly, trying to savor the feelings and trying to make it last. Bruf let her be in control for several minutes, but she saw on his handsome face the second he couldn’t take it any longer.