by J. M. Stone
Hyperawareness prickled down every nerve in my body when Brandon shifted. I moved my legs restlessly, my knee and thigh connecting with him every time I did. I didn’t realize we were sitting so close. I blinked and took a deep breath, letting it out on a sigh as I looked around the room, taking my eyes off the fuck-fest on the screen in front of me for a moment.
The living room was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the TV. I hadn’t even noticed that it’d gotten dark outside.
Brandon shifted beside me again, his thigh connecting with mine once more, and this time he didn’t move it away. A jagged breath puffed from my lips, the slight sound seeming so…needy, so desperate in the darkness, even as the characters bantered wittily on the screen.
“Chloe.”
I swallowed and peeked up at him when my name left his lips on a whisper. He was staring at me, his stormy eyes drinking me in, taking me under. The air turned electric, the hyperawareness I’d felt thrumming through me like I’d been hooked up to a 12 volt and tossed in a tub of water.
“Yeah?” I answered, whispering back to him.
His eyes searched my face and then he gave a muttered curse before his lips crashed onto mine, his tongue spearing into my mouth and stealing my breath, along with every coherent thought in my head. I kissed him back like I was starving, the heady thrust and parry of tongues, the sweet, sharp stings of teeth nipping at lips driving me crazy as a wave of lust crashed over me.
I shot up and over him, shoving him against the back of the couch as I straddled his lap, moaning into his mouth when that achy part of me nestled against the incredibly hard length of him, feeling the exquisite heat of him even through our clothes. I bucked my hips to grind myself against him, the wildness taking me over and pushing me to the razor-sharp edge of a world shattering climax. I arched into him more, the rigid line of him swelling even larger behind the seam of his jeans as I raced toward the finish line, taking what I wanted…no needed, what I’d been craving for so long. All at once the wave crested and broke, drowning me in pleasure as I threw my head back, an uncontrollable scream tearing from my throat as I came.
I collapsed against his chest in a boneless heap, emotions warring inside me. I didn’t know which should be the winner though; complete and utter satisfaction from that mind-blowing orgasm or mortification that I’d just basically dry humped him like a rabid rabbit hopped up on ecstasy?
“God, Chloe!” Brandon gasped out as his fingers clenched hard onto my hips, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath, cupping my shoulders with his hands to push me back a little at the same time.
I whimpered in my throat and fought against him, not ready to face him. I was so scared at what I would see there. I didn’t want him to regret it, and God help him if he threw that ‘F’ word out there again.
“Sunshine…” he breathed, releasing one of his hands from my shoulder to run it soothingly down my cheek, bringing my face up to his. I felt myself melt at the look in his eyes, the sincerity that I had only hoped for rather than regret shining back at me from the stormy depths. He leaned his forehead against mine, letting out a breath before he kissed me softly, a tender, slight brush of his lips against mine that was over too quickly.
“That was…” he broke off to touch his lips to mine once more, and then continued. “Fucking hell, that was so fucking hot, Chloe. Don’t hide from me. Baby, you’ve got me hanging by a thread here, so you need to tell me right now if you don’t want to cross that line. I don’t want to fight it anymore, can’t fight it anymore. Your kisses set me on fire and I want nothing more than to take you back to your bedroom and worship every inch of you with my mouth before I bury myself balls deep inside your tight little body.”
His words were ragged, his control clearly ready to snap and there was no way in hell I was gonna tell him no. This is what I’d wanted ever since I’d kissed him…things had already changed; we’d already crossed that line, in my own mind at least, and there was no going back. I couldn’t go back, even if I wanted to.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his in answer. On a groan, he slid both of his hands back down past my hips and clenched them tight on my thighs, just under my ass. I squeaked into his mouth and clung to him as he rose off the couch in a fluid movement, no hesitation whatsoever at my added weight, and strode down the hallway to my bedroom.
My body trembled in his arms, nervousness and desire curling together to land like a lead weight in the pit of my stomach, and it didn’t get any better when he broke the kiss and dropped me gently on the bed, standing at the edge and just staring at me. I swallowed hard and fought the urge to cover myself, which was ridiculous considering I was still fully dressed.
Brandon held my gaze and began methodically stripping out of his clothes, the heat in his eyes scalding me with their intensity. My breath caught and my eyes widened as he peeled off his boxer briefs, his glorious hardness springing up from the material to bob gently before curving along his taut stomach, pointing directly up to his belly button.
A whispered sound of yearning slipped out between my lips at the sight of the mouth-wateringly impressive expanse of rigid flesh, turning into a moan as he curled his hand around his girth, stroking it firmly from tip to root, teasing me. Without warning, he was on the bed over me. Our mouths met again in a frenzied kiss, lips, teeth, and tongues tangling, breaking apart only long enough for Brandon to reach for my shirt, his hands working frantically to get me as naked as he was. I froze instantly, the word ‘NO’ dropping from my lips with the weight of a bomb.
Brandon stilled above me, and I regretted the outburst immediately, but…there were…he just…I wasn’t ready for him to see me. “Lights, please. Turn them off,” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Chloe,” he said softly, “You’re beautiful to me, sunshine. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”
I shook my head. “It’s not that, Brandon, just…please?” I pleaded.
He gave me a look filled with concern but complied, moving off the bed and hitting the lights so the room fell into darkness. As soon as the lights went out, I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, anticipating him returning to feel my bare skin, hoping he’d be pleasantly surprised enough to forget about my hang-ups for now. I heard him shuffle around and waited for him to come back to bed, to pick up where we left off, but he didn’t. Instead, the bathroom light clicked on.
“Brandon,” I started, my hands immediately moving to cover my body, but he cut me off.
“Chloe, don’t hide from me. Trust me, baby, there’s nothing that could make me want you less right now. Okay?” He pulled the door shut, but didn’t close it all the way, so that a sliver of light left a soft glow in the bedroom, casting shadows over everything, including my skin. I glanced down at myself, eyeing the patterns of light worriedly. The way the shadows fell, he could see me, but couldn’t see…anything I didn’t want him to see.
“Is this okay, baby?” he asked quietly, his voice so tender and careful that it brought tears to my eyes. I blinked them back frantically and nodded, adding a whispered ‘yes’ when I realized he might not be able to see my head move in the dimness.
He moved back to the bed, crawling over me and capturing my mouth in a sweet, questing kiss. I gasped against his lips as he finally settled against me, every inch of his rock hard body pressed against my smaller, softer one, his hips resting between my thighs, spreading them. I hooked my legs around his and moaned as the heavy length of his erection slid against my tender, wet folds, branding me with his heat. He thrust against me, the head of him breaching my drenched slit to slide through the wetness gathered there until it nudged my clit, making me jerk against him as pleasure shot through me like lightning.
I growled in my throat, a low, wild sound that made him chuckle and shift, breaking away from the kiss as he sat back on his knees between my still wide-spread thighs. I arched my hips, wordlessly begging him to continue to no avail.
Time slowed
to a crawl, every inch of me crying out for his touch, aching to feel him against me with nothing between us again, hip to hip, chest to chest, skin to skin.
“Brandon…” I whispered, pleading with him to move, to touch me…anything.
He stared down at me, taking in every detail of my body stretched out, opened completely for him, yet swathed in shadows and light. His gaze burned in the darkness, raking me from head to toe with a hunger that shook me to the core and left me even more breathless than I already had been.
As if in slow motion, his hand raised up and moved toward me until the pad of one finger gently traced the tender, pink lips of my sex, up and down, over and over again with maddeningly slow, deliberate motions, before he dipped slightly inside, his finger playing in the honeyed warmth gathered at my entrance.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as he slicked my wetness up through my folds and then tapped the tip of his finger tenderly against the swollen bud of my clit. “I want to taste you, Chloe,” he growled softly when I cried out and arched into his hand.
A ragged cry was torn from my throat as he moved suddenly, gripping my hips with his hands and lifting me up until my legs were draped over his shoulders and his lips were latched onto my clit, sucking the tiny nub mercilessly. My head thrashed against the mattress, my hands twisting into the covers as a red-hot haze of pleasure washed over me.
My head and shoulders were the only parts of my body still resting on the bed, but he held me effortlessly against his mouth, using his hands on my hips to move me where he wanted as he released my clit and his tongue darted out to dive deep inside me. He fucked me with his tongue, then, strong sure strokes that had me hovering on the edge, but he stopped every time I was ready to fly, flicking his tongue up and down my outer lips, nipping and sucking at each one until I was squirming against his face restlessly, seeking the relief he was so torturously denying me.
When his tongue slid through my folds once more, rubbing against my clit and then spearing inside me again, I cried out, a broken sound that turned into a wild scream that I couldn’t control as white hot ecstasy rushed through every inch of my straining body, arching and writhing against his mouth as he brought me screaming, again and again until I was limp and shuddering in his hands.
Brandon gently lowered my body back to the bed but kept his mouth firmly on my mound, sweetly kissing my swollen folds and lapping up every drop of my release before he kissed his way up my body, settling his weight over me as his lips met mine in a hot, wet kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue and groaned as desire coiled in my belly again, shifting against him, loving the feel of my breasts crushed against the hardness of his chest.
He thrust his hips against me, the blunt tip of his length parting my folds and slipping just inside me before he stopped, squeezing his eyes shut as a shudder wracked his body. I whimpered at the feel of him stretching me and then gasped as he pulled away again.
“Condom,” he barked out in a hoarse voice, scrambling off the bed to his jeans, digging a foil square out of the back pocket. He tore it open, rolled it on, and was leaning over me again in record time, twin moans sounding from both of us as he pushed inside until he was buried to the hilt.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, pressing his body against mine as he leaned in to capture my lips in a sweet, teasing kiss before he trailed tiny kisses along my jawline and then nuzzled my neck.
“Yessss…” I hissed out, stretching languidly against him and wrapping my legs up and over his hips, the movement opening my thighs wider and allowing him to sink a little deeper inside me.
We both groaned in unison as my inner muscles clenched around the hot hardness impaled so deep inside.
“Chloe, Jesus you’re killing me here. Give me a second…stop squeezing me like that. You’re so fucking tight…ah, God!” Brandon rasped, the low tone of his voice thick with lust, which caused my walls to convulse around him again uncontrollably. “I, I can’t…” Brandon stuttered out before he growled, “Aw, fuck…”
And then he went wild, pulling almost all the way out of me and slamming back in, pounding into me over and over ruthlessly, a driving rhythm that pushed me over the edge almost immediately, the pleasure so all-encompassing that my vision dimmed and I saw stars. I was screaming uncontrollably, my nails raking down his back, but still he powered into me, thrusting so deep I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
I felt like I was one big, raw nerve; every movement of his body inside mine caused me to crest wave after wave, my slickened, swollen flesh grasping at the rock hard, heated length of him, sucking him back in, clenching and massaging and milking him with my inner muscles as I came and came and came.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, yes…yes, yes, yesyesyesyessss…oohh FUCK! BRANDON!” The words were raw, torn from my throat on a scream as my body seized, convulsing under the seemingly endless onslaught of white hot ecstasy.
My body went limp, still shuddering underneath him as Brandon roared, his hardness jerking and twitching inside me with every hot spurt of his release, his hips locked tight to mine, before he collapsed over me.
His weight pressed me into the mattress, our passion-slicked skin sticking together, but I didn’t care. We laid like that for what seemed like an eternity, both trying to catch our breath as aftershocks still zinged through our exhausted bodies, until Brandon groaned and hefted himself up on his arms, staring down into my eyes as he slowly, gently slid himself out of me. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine quickly before rolling off the bed and making his way into the bathroom on unsteady legs to divest himself of the condom.
He reappeared after a brief moment to see that I had moved under the covers and, without a word, flipped off the light in the bathroom and slid under the covers with me, pulling me against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
He held me tight and I snuggled into him, my eyelids drooping and sleep taking me under almost immediately.
Chapter 7
Heavy breathing woke me in the morning, along with a weight sitting on my chest. Still exhausted from the night (Brandon woke me up twice more through the night; once with his tongue soothing my tender flesh, and the second time by sliding deep inside me and making love to me with slow, unhurried thrusts), I didn’t even bother to open my eyes as I swatted at him with a hand.
“No,” I mumbled. “I’m too sore and tired. You wore me out.”
In return, the weight shifted and my whole face was bathed by a slobbery, wet tongue. “UGH!” I yelled, jack-knifing up in the bed, my eyes popping open as I shouted, “Seriously? That’s so gross-” My words cut off sharply when I noticed the small black lab sitting on the mattress in front of me, his head tilted to the side as he watched me curiously.
What the? “Grady?”
His wiry tail started a wagging frenzy, his whole little body wiggling along with the movement until he lunged at me, his tongue like a heat seeking missile aiming straight for my face once more. I grabbed for him, trying to hold him away from my face but he still got a few good licks in.
His paws were prancing a mile a minute, his excitement climbing higher and higher by the second and then…I shouldn’t have laughed. I really shouldn’t have. But I couldn’t help it.
Grady shifted in my hands and, during his crazy leg dance, his back paw came down…and seeing how Brandon was sleeping on his back beside me…it came down directly on Brandon’s poor, unsuspecting, unguarded man bits.
He shot up in the bed on a high-pitched groan, doubling over and cupping his junk while I laughed uncontrollably, trying to corral the little dog so he couldn’t do any more damage. I snorted as Brandon glared at me for laughing and then glared at Grady before he gingerly got out of bed and stomped into the bathroom, the sleek, taut muscles of his perfect, naked ass flexing as he went.
With a final giggle, I snapped my fingers and told Grady to sit, pleasantly surprised when he immediately complied.
“So what the hell are you doing here, boy? Where’s your m
ommy and daddy, huh?” I cooed to him as I rubbed his adorable, furry little cheeks. I ran my hand down his head and heard paper crinkle when I touched his collar. Pulling him to me, I saw that a note had been tucked underneath it. I jerked it free and read what Allie had scrawled.
‘Hi, Aunt Chloe! Mommy and Daddy called to see if you’d babysit me today but you didn’t answer. Mommy says you don’t have to go in to the store, Grandma Daisy is working to get a break from Nanny. She’s driving her batty. Mommy and Daddy are going to Cincinnati so don’t wait up. And I’m sorry if I made any messes before you woke up…Mommy just shoved me in through the front door with my bag and ran like hell. Love, Grady’
I winced as I read the last part and looked at Grady, trying to judge if he was looking guilty in any way, shape, or form but I couldn’t tell. He’s just too cute. “Well, I guess we should go see if you made any messes. Or chewed on anything. Seriously, dude, you better not have chewed on anything!” I said sternly, staring down into sweet, innocent, melted chocolate brown puppy eyes. He blinked up at me and I smiled at him, kissing his cute little nose before I moved him away and got up out of bed.
I reached for my robe, managing to get it on and tied before Brandon threw himself on the bed behind me, making me squeal as he reached out and dragged me backwards onto the bed again. I landed in a heap, tangled up with him, unable to move for laughing so hard.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled in my ear and then nipped at my neck, the scruff on his face tickling as it gently abraded my skin.
I giggled and then moaned as he bit down slightly on the curve of my neck, sending delicious chills down my spine to clash with the growing heat between my thighs. Breathless, I gasped, “I didn’t think you’d be ‘up’ for anything after catching a paw to your nuts.”
He chuckled and nuzzled my neck again, his words rumbling in my ear as he asked, “Ah, worried about my nuts, are you?”
