Wanted (B&S)

by Kimberly Knight

  “Enough with the jersey,” Brandon said as he lifted the hem over my head and threw it onto the floor, leaving me buck-naked. He reached his arm around my bare back, lifting me and moving me to the center of the bed. My head towards the foot of the bed, he ran his tongue down my neck to my breast. My body felt lit with fire as he flicked my hard nipple with his tongue.

  He worked his way to my other breast and then down my belly with his tongue as I ran my hands through his damp hair, feeling it with my eyes closed tight. The closer he got to my pussy, the faster my heart raced. I sucked in a breath as he spread my bent knees wider and ran his tongue over my slick core. My hands continued tugging on his hair as his tongue dipped inside my pussy and over my clit, bringing me close to the brink again.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

  When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Brandon sucked my clit with his mouth, sending me over the edge. My body shattered and heat ran through me, all the way to my curled toes. Our eyes met and Brandon rose up, moving up to my face and kissed me––my juices still around his mouth.

  He quickly got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I didn’t move as I heard him rummaging through his overnight bag. He returned seconds later carrying a condom of his usual brand, which I was beginning to think we should buy stock in. A part of me wanted to remind him that I was on the pill, but I knew he still had issues with getting someone pregnant, even knowing now that Christy made the whole thing up. I wasn’t sure if it was a trust issue with us or not.

  I was ready to go to the next level with him. After all, we lived together and I hoped he trusted me. Another part of me didn’t want to bring up the condom issue because of the question that so far had remained unasked. What if I brought it up and laid all the cards on the table just to find out that he didn’t trust me enough? I was like him –– I wanted to get married and then have a family in the traditional way. There was nothing wrong with having kids out of wedlock, but we both had been cautious in our past relationships––Brandon more so than I.

  TravAss had been the only person I had ever not used a condom with. After I found out that he was sleeping with Misty, Ryan made me go to my gynecologist and get tested. We didn’t know who else he may have been sleeping with. The two days I waited for the test results were the longest two days of my life. Most of it was spent shoving my face with mint chocolate chip ice cream while watching Dirty Dancing over and over again. No one puts Baby in the corner.

  Brandon returned to the side of the bed and ripped the condom package open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper on the floor and stretching the latex over his hard length. “Roll on your left side,” he said, leaning down and whispering in my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

  I looked up at him, pausing for a moment. He nudged his head to the center of the bed and I did as he instructed. As I lay on my left side, Brandon came over to me and bent my legs so he was sitting behind my butt in the middle of the bed.

  “Put your hands behind your back, Baby.” I turned my head to fully look at him and gave him a questioning look. “Trust me.”

  Brandon moved closer to my butt and parted my legs enough to wrap my right leg around his waist. When my legs separated, I felt the lingering juices from my wet pussy run down the cheek of my ass. He inched closer between my legs and brushed the tip of his cock against my sensitive center.

  His breath hissed out between his teeth as he sunk into my tight wetness, quickly falling into an energetic rhythm as he slammed faster and harder into me. His whole shaft buried deeply into me as his balls slapped my ass. “Oh my God, that feels so good,” I moaned.

  The way I was angled had Brandon’s cock hitting my G-spot at every thrust. He reached out and caressed my breast, working the hardened crest between his fingers. He continued thrusting and rubbing my nipple, making my body quake and tremble as my orgasm washed over me.

  “Baby, you’re going to have to hold out a little longer. I’m so close,” Brandon groaned. His thrusts continued to hit the spot and my body began to ache for release again as the tension continued to build. He pumped in and out of me a few more times as he grit his teeth. With one final thrust, we climaxed together.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Fuck, Babe, I don’t know how I am going to get through today seeing you in that jersey all day,” Brandon said as he reached for my hand to lead me out of our room and down to the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast.

  “Hey, I have jeans on this time.”

  “Doesn’t mean I’m not picturing you without them,” he said, kissing my cheek as we waited for the elevator.

  We woke up at eight in the morning, which was six o’clock California time. I was so thankful that we had decided to call it an early night. Not only did I need my beauty sleep to function properly, but considering I was not much of a morning person, there was no way I would have been able to get out of bed and ready to go that early without a good night’s rest.

  Brandon knew me well enough by now to understand that, so this morning when I vaguely heard the annoying alarm going off, he turned it off, rolled over and started kissing the side of my neck. “It’s time to get up, Babe,” he whispered in my ear.

  I groaned as I rolled over and snuggled closer into his chest, trying to come up with every excuse I could think of so he’d let me sleep for a few more minutes. But then I remembered Brandon’s face as he opened the tickets for the game and I was immediately awake.

  We spotted Robert and Aimee as soon as we entered the restaurant. They were in Cowboys jerseys too. I didn’t see Blake and Angelica, yet.

  “Where’s Blake?” Brandon asked his parents.

  “He should be here shortly—you know how he is,” Robert said.

  I didn’t know exactly what he meant by that. When Brandon had spoken to me of his brother, he only mentioned that Blake had been quite the partier and a ladies' man. However, Brandon believed that these vices were an issue of the past as he said that Blake seemed to have finally matured.

  Just as our waiter was taking the last order of the table, Blake and Angelica stumbled into the restaurant, giggling and wearing their Cowboys jerseys. I didn’t know them very well, but they looked like shit. Blake’s hair was a mess and Angelica looked like she had only touched up her make-up from the day before.

  “Late night?” Brandon asked Blake.

  “Didn’t go to sleep, Bro,” Blake replied as he slapped Brandon on the shoulder and sat in the seat next to him.

  “I don’t even want to know,” Brandon said as he shook his head in disgust.

  “What?” Blake asked, his gaze swinging to Aimee who just shook her head, too.

  So much for finally maturing. There was a moment of awkward silence as Blake looked at each of his family members and saw the blatant disapproval in their eyes. The waiter finally cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention back to him.

  “Um, do you know what you want to order or should I give you some more time?” he asked.

  Blake glanced at the menu and ordered for himself and Angelica, who protested loudly when he selected bacon and eggs for both of them.

  “Baby, I don’t eat meat or animal products!” she shrieked. “We’ve been dating for two weeks and you still don’t know that I’m a vegetarian?” Eyes shooting daggers, she got to her feet with a huff. “Don’t bother calling me again.” She stormed out of the restaurant as we all turned back to gape at Blake.

  “You dated that poor girl for two weeks and you didn’t know she was a vegetarian?” Aimee asked, looking at him aghast.

  “Well, it’s not like we spent our time together eating. And we aren’t really dating––we are just…you know.”

  Blake stood up and went after Angelica. I sat there stunned as I scanned the faces around the table. They honestly didn’t look surprised at Blake’s comment or at what had just happened. Maybe Blake hadn’t changed his ways as much as Brandon thought?

  “Can you give us a few more minutes?” Aimee asked
the waiter.

  “Why did she get so mad?” Robert asked.

  “Honey,” Aimee said to Robert, “I have been telling you this for years, men don’t pay attention.”

  “I pay attention to you.”

  “Please, we have been together for thirty five years. When we first started dating, you were the same way. You’ve had years of training.”

  “I pay attention to Spencer,” Brandon said, chiming in.

  “Is that really true, Spencer?” Aimee asked me.

  I thought about it for a few moments, but I couldn’t recall a specific time when Brandon hadn’t known what I did or didn’t like. I looked beside me at Brandon who looked like he was trying to read my expression to figure out what I was going to say.

  I smiled at him and then back at Aimee, “Well, he doesn’t listen when I complain about doing wall squats.”

  Brandon let out a quiet laugh. “It’s because I know what’s best for you,” he said and leaned over and kissed my cheek.

  “Well, you still don’t listen,” I retorted.

  Brandon squeezed my knee under the table as I winked at him. What I said was true––I hated squats and he made me do them twice a week. Even if there were something that pissed me off about him, I probably wouldn’t have told his parents.

  A few minutes later, Blake and Angelica returned. It seemed like Blake had smoothed things over with her, and Angelica apologized for her outburst, blaming it on lack of sleep. The waiter finally returned and Blake let Angelica order for herself. The rest of breakfast was enjoyable. No one brought up the fight or even the fact that Blake and Angelica kept yawning and getting refills of their coffee.

  *~*~*

  “Want another Pepper Jack?” Brandon asked me as the players exited the field for halftime. Prior to coming to Texas, I had no idea what a Pepper Jack was. Texans loved their Dr. Pepper and I’m not sure who decided to name them Pepper Jacks, but someone came up with the idea to mix Dr. Pepper with Jack Daniels.

  “Sure, I’ll go with you.”

  “No, I got it. Stay here with Angelica,” Brandon said as he kissed my forehead and then left up the stairs with Blake.

  Angelica and I were left alone. Brandon and Blake went to get drinks and their parents went to meet up with some of their friends who were at the game, too. My throat hurt from all the screaming I’d done from the moment the flames shot up from the stars where the players entered the field until halftime. The crowd was extremely loud, but the sound was amplified because of the closed dome and caused everyone to scream louder. Most of the people there were decked out in their Cowboys gear; however, there were many New Orleans Saints fans wearing their team’s black and gold colors, too. It had been a close game so far and going into halftime, Dallas was down by three.

  “So you and Blake have been dating for a few weeks?” I asked Angelica to break the awkward silence.

  “Yep.” Angelica’s make-up still looked like she forgot to wash it off the night before. Her eyeliner was smudged under her eyes, but you couldn’t see it unless you were up close to her. Her tan Latino skin and dark brown eyes hid it well.

  “How did you two meet?”

  “He’s a bartender at the bar my friends and I go to.”

  “Oh, that’s cool.”

  Just as we started talking, two guys in front of us turned around to speak with us.

  “Hey, Darlin’, you come to the games often?” The guy in the white Cowboys hat asked, looking at Angelica.

  “No, we aren’t from around here,” Angelica said with a coy smile. “Did you just call me Darlin’?”

  “Yes, Darlin’,”

  “Oh I like it when you call me Darlin’.”

  Angelica leaned forward a little in her seat, her jersey hanging open at the top, exposing her bra. My eyes shot from her to the two guys in front of us. Their eyes were huge as they stared down her shirt.

  “Well…um, can I buy you a drink? What about your friend here? Can my buddy, Scott, buy you one, too, Darlin’? White hat guy looked from Angelica to me and waited for our answer.

  “Actually, my boyfriend is bringing me a drink, but thank you,” I said.

  “What about you, Darlin’?” White hat guy asked Angelica again.

  “Sure, let’s go!”

  Angelica stood up and started walking the opposite way down the aisle as the two guys stood and followed her from the row below us. I tried calling out to ask where she was going and to remind her of the fact that she had come with Blake, but she didn’t hear me…or didn’t care. I sat there alone, confused, and shocked as I watched the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders perform their halftime show.

  “Hey, where’s Angelica?” Brandon asked as he and Blake returned.

  “Um…she left.”

  “What do you mean she left?”

  I looked up at Blake as he and Brandon inched pass me to sit in their seats on my left. “The two guys who were sitting in front of us asked us if they could buy us drinks. I declined, but she went with them.”

  “Really?” Blake asked me as he looked to his left where Angelica had walked away.

  “Yeah, I tried to stop her, but she didn’t hear me.”

  “Well, if she isn’t back by the time the game is over, we aren’t waiting for her,” Blake said.

  “Bro, you just want to leave her here?” Brandon asked.

  “Fuck yeah. Why would I take her home when she just ditched me for some other dudes? It’s not like we are together, but I didn’t ask her to come here so she could get a free ride to meet other guys.”

  I kind of felt like I was watching an episode of Jerry Springer and if Angelica returned with those guys, I didn’t know what would happen. I’d bet that if the seats weren’t bolted to the ground, they would be flying. The players returned to the field as Robert and Aimee sat in their seats on my right.

  “Where’s Angelica?” Aimee asked me.

  “Um––she went to get a drink,” I answered.

  Aimee leaned forward more and directed her gaze at Blake. “You let that poor girl go off by herself to get a drink?”

  “No, Mom, I didn’t. She just left,” Blake snapped.

  I turned to Aimee, “Yeah, she just left. Blake is a little upset.”

  “Why did she leave?” Aimee whispered.

  “I’m not really sure,” I said, glancing at Robert who was now listening to the conversation.

  “She just got up and left?” Robert asked.

  “No––she left with two guys who were sitting in front of us,” I said as Brandon squeezed my knee. I turned to him and he gave me the look to stop talking. It wasn’t my fault his mom was asking me what had happened. I couldn’t ignore her.

  *~*~*

  Angelica never returned from getting drinks with the guys she left with. The two guys didn’t return either. I figured they were getting drunk and probably in the bathroom, having a threesome as the game progressed. Dallas ended up losing in overtime by three points and we were all bummed, but the game was still fun overall. Brandon and Blake reminded me of how Brandon and Jason were at the Giants game only a few months prior. Sporting events were definitely something Brandon enjoyed most. I just wish that the Cowboys had won.

  “Are we going to wait for your friend, Blake?” Robert asked, looking down the row at him.

  “Nope, let’s go.”

  “Honey, we drove her here. We can’t leave her,” Aimee said.

  “She’s a big girl. She goes off by herself, she can find a ride home by herself,” Blake said as he started to walk towards the exit.

  “Why don’t you try calling her?” Brandon suggested.

  “Fine.”

  Blake took out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts and then held his phone up to his ear. I had a sneaky suspicion that he didn’t actually call her. How could you call someone who ditched you for a few hours? Even if they weren’t officially dating, it was still fucked up and I didn’t blame him for just wanting to leave her.

&nbs
p; “Nope, she didn’t answer. Let’s go,” Blake said, slipping his phone back in his pocket, and continued walking towards the exit.

  We all followed Blake. Brandon grabbed my hand and we walked out the gates to the parking lot. We drove off, leaving Angelica to fend for herself.

  Brandon and I sat in the back seat of the Escalade on the way to Houston as Blake sat by himself in the middle row. I started drifting off to sleep, leaning my head on Brandon’s shoulder when my phone buzzed in my purse. I reached into my purse and grabbed the phone out and noticed that it was Brandon who had texted me.

  I turned my head in his direction with a questioning look on my face. He nodded at the direction of my phone while giving me the smirk that I loved so much. I unlocked my phone and read his text:

  Brandon: I can’t wait to tear that jersey off you when we get to my parents'. I have been thinking all day about how you looked wearing only that jersey last night!

  I smiled as I read the text. Where did he get his stamina from?

  Me: At your parents'? Are you crazy?

  Brandon: Crazy for you and your pussy.

  I swallowed hard and glanced up at his parents in the front seat––like they could read the text themselves. Smiling, I wrote back:

  Me: Well, my pussy loves your cock, but shouldn’t we wait until your parents are asleep tonight?

  Brandon: You’ve never seen their house…they won’t hear.

  Me: Won’t they get suspicious if we go MIA?

  Brandon: We’ll tell them we are taking a nap.

  I giggled a little out loud and responded back:

  Me: You know that is the universal code for sex right? LOL!

  Brandon: I don’t care. We live together and we are grown adults. I’ve had a semi all day, Babe!

  Me: We’ll see.

  Brandon grunted.

  Brandon: Like you’ve ever turned me down!

  Me: Cocky much?

  Brandon: Yes, I told you my cock NEEDS your pussy!

  I felt moisture begin to dampen my panties at the thought of Brandon’s cock in my pussy. I could never turn him down, he was like a drug and I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.