“Aaron, wait!” I called as I raced after him. “You don’t understand,” I grabbed at his arm, halting him a few steps in front of Brock. “I invited him,” I moved to step around Aaron and stood next to Brock.
“You invited him?” Aaron scratched his head as he stared at us. I saw Brock shift on his feet out of the corner of my eye, and then I felt it. His hand tentatively touched mine and when I didn’t resist, he threaded our fingers together.
“Whoa! Wait. A. Minute.” His mouth stretched into a huge smile. “You two?” he motioned between us and I felt my face heat.
“Yeah, man. You ok with that?” Brock leaned closer to me like he was going to block Aaron if he didn’t approve.
“Totally ok with that,” Aaron grinned bigger. “This is great,” he swayed and I knew then that he’d had more than I’d thought to drink.
“Really?” I tipped my head to the side. This was not what I was expecting.
“Yeah,” Aaron laughed. “I’m not your dad. I don’t care who you date as long as they treat you right,” he narrowed his eyes on Brock. “Treat her right,” he pointed at Brock’s chest, “or I won’t be so ok with it.”
“Of course,” Brock nodded before releasing my hand and moving his arm to drape around my shoulder. “I missed you today,” he whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver.
“You need a beer!” Aaron shouted as he began weaving through the crowd and leaving us there.
“I think he’s getting you a drink,” I giggled.
“I think there’s something else I’d rather do,” he grabbed my hand once again and tugged me after him toward the back slider.
When we reached it, he led me outside and down the stairs of the back deck. People were standing around the pool and swimming. A few were cuddled on loungers and Tiki torches lit the pathway to the beach. Brock continued down the steps and turned to pull me under the house. It was dark, and I stumbled slightly before he pushed me against one of the supports and pressed his body against mine.
“These should be illegal,” he groaned as he ran his hands over my hips. I’d worn the shorts because they were my favorite, but made a mental note that he liked them. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” he pressed his hips into mine as his mouth sealed over my lips. He licked along the bottom one and I moaned, giving him access. His hands began moving up my body, squeezing and molding my flesh along the way. His kisses were frantic, and it took everything I had to keep up with him.
“He was right, ya know?” I panted as I broke the kiss. “You do need a drink,” I added when he looked at me in confusion.
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “It’s just... we finally have a night where neither one of us needs to go somewhere and we don’t have to worry about running into anyone. It feels surreal, and I just want to show everyone how I feel about you.”
“How do you feel about me?” I grinned up at him as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He reached up, grabbed my right wrist, and moved my palm so it was cupping his cock. “How do you think I feel?” his eyes darkened as he moved closer. “I want you so bad right now, I don’t even think you understand. I’ve been thinking about getting you naked since I woke up this morning.”
I swallowed as I thought about this. Was I ready to do this with him? Could I? I hadn’t been with anyone since that awful night six months ago. Could I trust him to not walk away after he got what he came for?
“What’s wrong?” he bent his knees so we were eye level.
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
“Something’s bothering you. I can see it. Your eyes changed when I mentioned us sleeping together. If you’re not ready for that, we can wait,” his voice suddenly became serious. “I’m not that guy. I never have been.”
“I know,” I blew out a breath slowly. “Let’s go get a drink. I need another,” I motioned to the steps, and he nodded.
We spent most of the evening milling around and talking to friends of Aaron’s. Brock graduated when Aaron was a freshman so he knew some of the people from then. I’d yet to see my brother tonight, but that wasn’t unusual. I figured he was down on the beach with some of his friends. He’d been out most of the day surfing and hanging with Jess. I still didn’t know what was going on there, and he didn’t either apparently.
We’d made our way out onto the deck, and were currently leaning against the railing listening to music. Aaron had turned up the outside speakers, and my cup vibrated in my hand as I sipped at it. I wasn’t drunk, but pleasantly buzzed and Brock was standing next to me.
“Dance with me?” he set his beer bottle down and reached for my free hand. He led me away from the railing, placed his hands at my waist, and began to move. I smiled as I lifted my hands to place them on his shoulders. I could feel the muscles of his chest as he moved. He spun me, and pressed his chest to my back as I leaned into him. My eyes fluttered closed as we rocked sensually from side to side. I locked my arms around his neck as I toyed with the soft hair at his nape. His palms flattened on my ribcage before they began their slow descent toward my hips.
The bass from the stereo thumped in the background as my mind began to zone out. All I could think about was the way he felt against me. His erection pressed into my ass as his fingers began to creep into my pockets. He tugged me more forcefully into him as his lips grazed my neck.
“You look so hot tonight,” he growled when his mouth reached my ear. “How am I supposed to behave when you look like sin?”
“You aren’t,” I mumbled as my head fell back against his shoulder.
“Do you really mean that?” he hissed as he paused in his movements. I nodded and bit my lip as I lifted my head. “Turn around and look at me when you agree to that,” he released me from his grip and I slowly turned to face him.
His eyes were blazing in the darkness, his body wound tight with want. I stepped into him, allowing my breasts to push against his chest. I watched his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want you to behave tonight,” I whispered as I leaned closer to his ear. I want you to be bad. Very bad,” I reached down with one hand and squeezed him. “I want to feel this,” I squeezed again.
Shit! Did I really say that? The alcohol was taking away any inhibitions I might have and all the years of wanting him were manifesting to create this needy girl. I’d never been so bold before, but as I watched him lose his cool I couldn’t help but get excited. He wanted me like I wanted him. He wanted me the way I used to dream about, and in about two minutes he was going to get just that.
“We need to go inside...NOW!” he growled as he leaned into me. I giggled as I stepped around him, and clasped his hand. I gave a gentle tug as I glanced over my shoulder before leading him inside. When we stepped through the slider, the party had picked up and the noise level was off the charts. If we had closer neighbors I’m sure they’d be complaining right now, but as it stood it was just mine and Aaron’s house on this part of the beach.
I waved to a few people before I led Brock out of the living room and down the hallway. The noise level was a little better there, and we could talk without shouting at one another, but talking was the last thing on my mind. We reached the door to my bedroom, and I dug the hairpin out of my pocket to pop the lock. Brock snickered as he watched me work the door open. “What?” I grinned. “I don’t want people messing with my shit.” I shrugged as I stepped inside.
“I don’t want people messing with your shit either,” his voice deepened as he turned and pressed me against the door. “No more talking, Em. I’m going to start being very bad right about now,” he groaned as his mouth covered mine, effectively silencing any protests that I might have had.
Chapter 10
Emma
“God, I want you,” he groaned as he pushed me against the closed door. I let my eyes close as his hands went to the bottom of my t-shirt. He pushed it up and removed it before tossing it behind him. One hand gripped both my wrists, pinning them above my head as t
he other slid behind me and into the waistband of my shorts. His fingers worked their way in and cupped my bare ass, squeezing tightly as he rolled his hips into mine. “You’re killing me tonight. Do you know that?” he panted as his lips trailed up my neck and stopped by my ear. “So fucking sexy, and flaunting this perfect ass around.”
I shook as a rush of euphoria raced through me. Jordan had never talked like that. He pretty much told me to get naked, and then climbed on top of me. He never really did the foreplay thing or the dirty talk. He was the only experience I had sexually, so this was like a first time all over again. “Brock,” I panted as I tugged at where he was holding my hands. “I want to touch you,” I begged and I tugged again.
He snickered before his grip loosened. “I aim to please,” he growled as he spun us and began walking me backwards toward my bed. He fused his mouth with mine, and when I opened to him, his tongue plunged in, silencing my moan. The backs of my knees hit the bed, but instead of letting him push me back, I pressed toward him. My hands went to his belt as he clawed at his back to remove his shirt. When I got his belt undone, I looked up and froze. He was beautiful. Every sculpted inch. The muscles of his chest and abs were drawn tight in restraint. He was a man now and every part of him that I had memorized as a teen had become so much better. He had ridges and ripples in places that were lean before. The ink I had tried to get a glimpse of the last time was peeking out of his shorts, and as he moved they sagged on his hips, exposing his boxers. “See something you like?” he snickered.
“Un huh,” I bit my lip as I looked down daringly at where his cock was trying to peek out. I pushed his shorts off his hips, but when I went to remove his boxers he stepped back.
“Nope,” he shook his head. “It’s my turn. First I want see you,” he motioned with his finger for me to turn around. When I did, he pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. His fingers worked the button on my jean shorts free, and he slowly pushed them over my hips. I tried to wiggle my ass to help him out, but he growled so I stopped. When they fell to the floor, he hissed as he moved to the clasp of my bra. “Once I do this, I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he murmured from behind me. “If you don’t want me to do this, you need to say something now, Em. Do you understand?” I nodded frantically. I didn’t have words at the moment and my center was throbbing so badly that I just wanted him to make it stop.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged. With that, my bra popped loose, and he pushed it down my arms. I flung it to the side, and then out of reflex, wrapped my arms over myself.
“Stop. You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he cupped them and squeezed lightly. Heat surged through me as he pinched my nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. “Your body keeps me up at night. I’ve needed to touch this for days. I can’t wait to get inside you. I think about the way you squeezed my fingers the other night,” I shivered against him as the pulsing became stronger. “I need you to squeeze my cock like that. Fuck Emma, you just don’t even know.”
He turned me and lowered me onto the bed. I was a needy quivering mess, but reality stayed right on the edge of my mind. I knew what was happening. I wanted it to happen. I needed him as badly as he needed me, but the idea of letting him down was trying to squash my desire.
He smiled at me as he tugged my panties down my thighs. “Sweet Jesus, my dreams did not do you justice,” he murmured before he leaned closer. He pressed my thighs apart before lowering himself to me. At first I didn’t know what he was doing, and the idea of him looking so closely made me heat with embarrassment, but when his tongue touched me for the first time I practically leaped off the bed.
His fingers played with the flesh as his tongue probed and licked; I thought I died at one point until he sucked hard on my clit. That simple movement woke up every nerve ending.
“Oh god,” I panted as my knees bent and my heels dug into the mattress. “Brock!” I squealed as a zing raced through my body. Every fiber of me lit up and came alive as he toyed with my clit.
“I’m not done yet,” he chuckled as he pulled away. He stood, shoved his boxers down, and then reached for his pants. After digging a condom out of his wallet, he rolled it on, and then climbed back over me. His hands were planted by my ears, his pelvis cradled against mine. I could feel his cock rubbing against my opening, and I shivered in anticipation. “You ok?” he tipped his head down and touched his forehead to mine.
“I haven’t done this a lot,” I whispered.
“It’s ok. We’ll go slow,” he murmured as he started to enter me. His hips rolled slowly as I parted my thighs farther, allowing him to sink into me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed. His face was etched with tension as he slipped deeper. When he was seated all the way, he paused and took a few deep breaths. “Em?” he lifted his eyes to look deep into mine, “Don’t forget how this feels. When you’re lying in your dorm at night, remember how we felt together.” He pulled his hips back before pumping forward into me. “Remember how my cock filled you and made your soar,” in and out. “Remember how you squeezed me as I moved within you,” in and out. “Don’t ever forget how good we are together,” he growled as he sped up. “Fuck. You feel like fucking heaven.” His movements became jerky, and his hands began to fist the sheets beside my head. As he sped up again, the tingling from the other night came back. It started at my toes and slowly climbed my body. I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist as he pumped harder. “Shit! I’m gonna come,” he hissed. His face twisted as he tried to fight it off and as my orgasm rose to the surface, he reached down between us and started rubbing my clit with his thumb. “Come on baby,” he panted as my back bowed off the bed, and every muscle in me tightened. “Fuuuuucck!” he groaned as he collapsed on top of me, panting.
We laid there for a minute trying to catch our breath before everything that happened registered. A mix of emotions rushed through me. Happiness, fear, embarrassment, worry. The things he said came crashing through my mind. I knew what he meant; I was leaving at the end of summer, and he’d be here. We would have six hours of driving separating us from each other. Could we survive that? Was what I felt for him even real, or was this something I’d fantasized about for so long it just warped into what I thought were feelings?
“I’ll be right back,” Brock mumbled as he climbed off of the bed, bringing me back to the present. I watched him roll the condom off and tie a knot in it. He looked around until he spotted the tissue box on my dresser. He balled it up in one and sat it on the floor by his shoes before climbing back in bed. “I’ll get rid of that in the morning. Who knows who I’d run into if I tried to throw it out now,” he grimaced as he slid under the covers and reached for me. “Come here,” he tugged at my shoulders and I moved willingly to cuddle into his side. One leg draped over his legs, arm across his middle, and my head went to his chest. It took me a minute, but I finally relaxed. After a few minutes he finally spoke again. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he whispered into my hair. “I can see the wheels turning,” he chuckled when I lifted my head and scowled at him. “What?” he grinned bigger.
I sighed as I laid back down against him. “Did you know tonight was a dream come true?” I murmured so quietly I didn’t think he’d heard me.
“Which part?” he hugged me tighter to him when I tried to pull back.
“All of it,” I paused as I swallowed a few times to gather my courage. “The party, the dancing, this,” I shrugged against him. “When I was younger I used to have a thing for you,” my face heated as I admitted it to him for the first time. “I used to watch you every day. You never even looked my way until that day you came here for my dad’s recruiting party. The first time I talked to you, I thought my tongue might fall off. After that I’d lay in here at night and pretend you were in bed with me. At first the dreams were just kissing, but as I got older they became more.”
“You used to dream about sleeping with me?” his voice held doubt as he turned to try
and face me.
“Oh god,” I groaned as I burrowed into his chest. “Do we have to talk about this now?”
“No,” he chuckled. “I’ve got a much better idea,” he rolled so we were both on our sides facing each other. “How about we explore more of these fantasies of yours,” he crept closer until our lips brushed together. “I’ve got a lot more tricks up my sleeves for us to test out,” his voice deepened as he moved closer, dragging his hand down my back. When he reached my thigh, he lifted it, and placed it over his hip before trailing his fingers up the inside. “Tell me if you get sore,” he warned before plunging his fingers inside me. My back arched as his tongue dipped in, mimicking what was going on below.
This was more than any fantasy I’d ever had, and Brock was unequivocally ruining me for any man in the future. He was marking me, and I was letting him.
Chapter 11
Brock
When morning came my head throbbed, reminding me of the night before. It had been a long time since I’d cut loose and let myself behave like my actual age. I felt her stir beside me, and it brought back everything we’d done. The way her body responded to me; the noises she made as I pleasured her; the whispered words we’d shared in the aftermath. I’d never felt a connection to a woman like I did with Emma, and that scared the shit out of me. How was I ever going to let her go? I knew I’d have to, and I knew it was going to completely wreck me. If the idea of her leaving for school in the fall wasn’t enough, the thought of her dad, my boss, finding out about us was that much worse.
“I have to go into the office for a little bit this morning,” I whispered as I kissed her bare shoulder. It was peeking out from under the sheets.
“Five more minutes,” she mumbled as she shifted and snuggled closer to me.
“You can sleep. I’ll call you later,” I inched closer and brushed her hair out of her face.
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