“I knew I would never leave you alone from that day on.” His words ring true with conviction. “I would protect you always. I would guard you from everyone, even me. After that first day, I went to James and told him about my past. I didn’t want to deceive the brother of the girl I was in love with. He listened to me and then offered me the job of security chief. Said he judged me for who I was now, not what I did back then. And I thought to myself, if he can be so kind and just, then I have hope. Hope of a life with you.”
Brandon leans in and softly kisses my lips.
“So I started following you around. I just wanted to be near you all the time, to bask in that light that radiates from you. I didn’t want anything else back then. I was never interested in sex or had those urges like other men did. I think it was because of what I saw and heard in my past. In that room. It soured the whole experience for me. I had been celibate for a long time before meeting you and never felt the need.”
His hands roam down my back and clench my ass, squeezing it and pulling me closer to his groin. Twin flames burn bright in his eyes.
“That is until you started coming down the stairs at night in those skimpy, little shorts. Before then I just knew I wanted to protect you. And I hated other men being near you. I would never assign any of my other team members the job of guarding you. Always had to do it myself.”
The hands holding my ass pull my cheeks apart, and his finger slides into my still wet pussy from behind. I moan and push back on him.
“And then you turned eighteen, and fuck, sweetness, I thought I would go out of my mind with my need for you. I knew I had to maintain my distance, give you time, couldn’t take you without you knowing who I am.”
The finger inside me swirls in circles before he pulls it out and brings it up, holding it to the seam of my lips. My eyes widen, and he smiles as he leans down, kissing my mouth with his finger still against my lips. His tongue twirling around his finger and then gliding inside me. The taste of me on him is fresh and hot. I get lost for long minutes in his mouth and his hands.
But I know what I have to say is more important, and I can’t let him distract me. I pull back, breaking the kiss. He leans closer, trying to chase my mouth with his, but I stop him with a hand on his chest. “Wait, I need to say something to you.”
He stops, his eyes becoming hooded and guarded. I can see the walls starting to build, brick by brick. He thinks I won’t accept him now that I know about his past. His hands loosen a little, and he draws back, sitting up with his back against the headboard.
I sit up beside him, curling my legs underneath me. The sheet covering us drops to my waist. Brandon’s gaze lands on my exposed breasts, and he licks his lips, but his hands come up and pull the sheet to my shoulders, hiding my breasts from view.
“Can’t control myself around them,” he says ruefully, shaking his head at his lack of self-discipline.
But I love it. I want to make him lose control. Unleash himself on me. Drown his demons in my body. I want us to get lost in each other, but this is more important, I remind myself.
For a moment, I don’t know where to begin. I have so many things I want to say to him and not enough words to say them in. Looking at his harsh face with the deep, rugged lines etched in them only makes him more beautiful to me. I don’t know what to say first, so I start with the most simple but the most powerful thing.
“Thank you,” I say.
Brandon’s brows furrow, and he regards me quizzically. “You’re thanking me?”
“Yes,” I reply. “For sharing your story. I know it wasn’t easy telling me, Brandon, but I’m so grateful you did.”
This distance between us is wrong, and it doesn’t feel like us. So I put my hands on his shoulders and climb into his lap, settling myself against his hardening cock. He groans, and his hands shoot up to grab my hips, clutching me like he will never let go.
“I knew the man I fell in love with was strong and powerful. Safe and comforting. But I didn’t know he was also a survivor.” I touch my forehead to his, and looking into his soulful, dark eyes, I finish with, “What I learned today only makes me love him more.”
For the space of a second, Brandon is utterly motionless. It seems as if time stands still, wrapping us together in this cocoon of infinity. Then everything’s a blur as he moves, flipping me over so I’m on my back underneath him, his body covering mine, his face in my neck. He doesn’t say anything, and I startle when I feel the wetness of his tears on my throat.
“Brandon,” I say, shocked.
He doesn’t reply, but I feel more drops trail down my neck, his shoulders shaking, and I can do nothing but lie there and hold him. Let him hold me.
Chapter 8
Brandon
I lie there with my whole world in my arms and let the grief of the past wash over me. Wash out of me in the form of tears that wet Julia’s neck and shoulder, but she doesn’t say anything, silently stroking my hair and kissing my temple every once in a while.
Her soft touches soothe the ravaged parts of my soul, and I slowly let go of the lost, little boy who didn’t have anyone to comfort him. Who was left to fend for himself before he was even a teenager. But who turned into a man worthy of claiming the beautiful, kind-hearted woman lying underneath me.
She understands me. She accepts all my flaws, all the darkness inside me, and when I’m with her, the world doesn’t seem so dull and dark anymore. Her light washes everything clean.
I get lost in her and time flows around us. When I finally lift my head, replete and yet lighter than I’ve ever felt, I see it’s evening. The sun has gone down, and the room is bathed in shadows. I look down at Julia and smile. She smiles back.
“Come on,” I say, levering my body off hers. “We should go get something to eat.”
She takes my hand and stands from the bed, her naked body a temptation that would drive a saint to sin. I pull up the sheet and wrap her in it before lifting her in my arms. Her sweet, tinkling laughter in my ears brings a spring to my step as I carry her to the bathroom.
We take a shower and get dressed before going downstairs to the kitchen. I make Julia sit on one of the barstools at the table while I turn to the fridge and grab a few ingredients to make us both a sandwich. She gets up to help, but I give her a kiss and ask her to stay put.
We eat together at the table, talking about her day and how she felt about James’s office. We skip any mention of Olivia and the filing room. She tells me it would be nice to work in the accounts department at the office, and I tell her about the security updates I discussed with Robert.
The atmosphere is light and easy, our words flowing together and breaking apart. We communicate with our eyes in patches of comfortable silence. When Julia gets up and insists on doing the dishes, I walk up behind her and link my arms around her waist, my chin resting on top of her head as she hums under her breath and cleans the plates.
As soon as she’s done, I grab her wrist and spin her around, catching her hand with one of mine and placing her other one on my shoulder. And there, in the kitchen of our home, surrounded by the dim light of the moon drifting in from the high windows, our bodies pressed together and moving in perfect rhythm, we dance to the music of the world.
* * * *
I rouse from sleep and stretch an arm out to Julia, but her side of the bed is empty and the sheets are cold. I sit up and rub the memories of last night out of my eyes as I look toward the bathroom. The door is closed and the light is off.
Whipping the sheet off me, I launch out of bed to go find her, but then she strolls in the bedroom door, a tray in her hand and wearing my white dress shirt from yesterday.
Her beauty steals my breath away, and I fall backward to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as she approaches me, her hips swishing underneath the white material which falls to her thighs. There is an air of confidence and happiness radiating from her, and it makes my heart lift. I gave that to her, this security in our relationship, by sharing my
secrets and baring my soul to her. We have everything out in the open now, and it feels good. It feels fucking amazing.
Julia sets the tray down on the bedside table and comes over to where I’m sitting, stepping between my legs.
“You left our bed,” I rebuke her even as my hands lift of their own accord and settle in the slight dip of her waist. I fist the material of her shirt and tug upward so the tops of her thighs are visible. “Without waking me up,” I add.
“I wanted to make you breakfast,” she replies, her voice a soft, husky whisper.
I look at the tray and see scrambled eggs and toast with a glass of orange juice.
“It’s not much,” she says when she sees me looking. “I don’t know how to cook well, but I did learn a few basic things when I was studying abroad.”
I lean up and kiss her on the lips, tasting the tangy bitterness of the oranges and her sweet flavor underneath. “Thank you, sweetness.”
She blushes prettily and steps away. Bringing the tray to the bed, she sits down beside me, placing it between us. I take a bite of toast and moan overly loud to show my appreciation. She giggles and takes a sip of juice.
“I also called James while I was downstairs. Figured he’d be up because Clarissa gets sick very early in the morning.”
I chew and swallow and nod for her to continue.
“We talked for a bit. I told him about my decision to come work for the company, and he was really happy. He said we should come for dinner tomorrow night, and I said I’d ask you first.”
I smile and feed her a bite of eggs from my plate. “He can’t wait ’til the three days are over, can he?” I tease.
“You know how he is. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” she says, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
“I’m just joking with you. Of course we can go. I asked him for three days, because I thought it would take us time to…take me time to tell you everything,” I explain.
“Oh.” She smiles, then adds mischievously, “Well, I’m glad you told me sooner. Now we can spend the extra time doing things—” She shrugs a shoulder so my shirt slips off and bares her enticing skin. “—we love.”
I growl and lunge for her, but she jumps backward, the shirt slipping through my fingers. “Come here,” I beckon her closer.
She wiggles her finger at me, and her eyes twinkle with suppressed laughter. “Uh-uh, finish your breakfast first.”
“Julia,” I growl.
“Brandon,” she mocks, cocking an eyebrow and twirling her finger in a lock of her hair.
I start shoveling the food in my mouth at record speed and finish the plate in less time than it takes her laughter to stop. I quickly put the tray on the table beside me and then lean back against the headboard, my eyes hot on hers.
“All finished,” I boast. “Now—” I pat my stomach, the sheet over my lap beginning to tent. “Come here.”
Julia starts to crawl on her knees toward me, but I stop her.
“No, not like this,” I say.
Her gaze lifts to mine, confusion swirling in its depths.
“Straddle me,” I say, and she does, heat rising in her cheeks.
The round globes of her ass come to rest on my stomach.
“Go a little lower,” I say. “I want you to rub your pussy all over my body. I want my skin to soak up your juices. Want to smell like you so everyone knows I’ve been claimed.”
Her breathing heightens, and her eyes become heavy-lidded. I can see she likes the idea. I grab her hips and position her astride my legs. The way I want. The way I’ve imagined for years.
“Start with my balls and then work your way up to my mouth. Sit on my face. Fucking smother me with your pussy. It will be the happiest death a man can get.”
Her hands come to rest on my stomach, and slowly, so slowly, she starts working her hips around and around. I can feel her juices dripping from her pussy and landing on my balls.
“That’s it, my dirty girl. Make me wet. Mark me as yours.”
Her hips move in circles, and she climbs higher on her knees, her ass coming to rest on my groin, her slit cocooning my cock in a warm, tight haven.
“Up and down, Julia,” I tell her as she rides me, wet-humping my length.
Her clit is peeking out of its little hood, and every time my cock-head smacks it, she lets out a moan. I grab her hips and keep pulling her up my body. She comes willingly, leaving a trail of her sweet honey down the middle of my stomach and on my chest. I throw my head back, feeling her wetness mixing in my chest hair and blazing a fire in my belly.
I lick my lips and pull her up the final few inches until her pussy is directly above my mouth. I don’t waste any time, diving straight inside her folds with my stiffened tongue and licking, licking, licking. The slow tease has made me out of control, and I fuck her with my tongue brutally until my jaw aches and her screams ring in my ears.
When her small hand comes down and covers my mouth, I growl and swipe my tongue over her palm. “Brandon, please, no more,” she pleads, her voice raw from screaming my name.
I look up, and her eyes are dazed, her forehead beaded with sweat, and long strands of hair are sticking to her lips and cheeks. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I rise up from my lying position between her legs and, at the same time, grab her hips to flip her over. Her back meets my chest, and I lean back against the headboard, taking her with me, her thighs bracketing mine.
I reach up and cup her jaw in my palm, turning her face so she’s looking directly in the mirror across the bed, our reflections an erotic reality in front of us.
“Brandon,” she squeaks and tries to close her legs. I raise my knees and spread them so her feet are trapped under my thighs and she can’t move an inch.
She turns her head into my shoulder, her breaths still coming fast from her earlier orgasms, heating the side of my neck. I nuzzle her hairline and inhale her scent.
“No, sweetness,” I say as I nudge her with my chin, my hands gliding over her stomach and thighs. “Look at us in the mirror. This is how I’ll take you for our first time. I want you to always remember how perfect we looked.”
Her head lifts and I kiss her hard as my fingers find her clit and roll it around. She arches her back, her head thrown over my shoulder, and an urgent current of need passes through me as I look at the reflection of our bodies in the mirror in front of us across the bed. I’m leaning back against the headboard and Julia is draped over me, her thighs wide open and her pussy lips stretched and beautifully exposed.
I dip my fingers in and out of her, spreading her wetness around as I reach between us and take my cock in my other hand, guiding it to her entrance.
Julia’s breath catches, her eyes fixed on the mirror at the point where I’m entering her with my cock. I remove both my hands and grasp her hips, slowly lowering her down on my engorged length.
We both moan at the tight fit. “Keep looking,” I tell her and lower her down further until her virgin barrier stops me.
I flex my muscles and push inside her in one smooth glide. Julia whimpers in pain, and her fingers dig into the sides of my chest.
“Shh, sweetness,” I soothe her, thumbing her clit with one hand and turning her head with the other. I take her lips with gentle licks and soft swipes of my tongue.
Her body gradually loses its tension and relaxes back into me.
“That’s it, Julia. Take from me. Give me your pain,” I say as I pull out and push back inside her.
Her pussy ripples around me, and she whips her head from side to side, lost in the pleasure-pain. I revel in several slow glides before speeding up my movements, pushing into her from below with rough, fast thrusts. Julia’s body jolts upward, her ass moving up and down on my stomach as she takes everything I give and silently begs for more. My dirty, dirty girl.
Her gaze is still on the mirror, engrossed in the art we create as our bodies move in sync, up and down and side to side. I push, she pulls
. Sweat coats our skin, making the glide against each other easier, smoother.
I take one of Julia’s hands and slide it down her middle. “Feel us together,” I rasp, out of breath as I continue thrusting inside her perfect pussy.
She looks up and her eyes meet mine before she lowers them to where we are joined. I feel her little finger encircling the base of my dick where her pussy lips are stretched to the max. More come leaks out of me and into her.
“Push it in,” I tell her huskily. Shocked eyes snap up to mine, but I keep my gaze fixed on her stuffed, overflowing core. “Do it.”
Her finger makes a circle around the base again, but she doesn’t make any move to slide it inside. I hold her hips still and pump my hips up forcefully. Once, twice, three times. She gasps and her mouth falls open, panting in need.
“Push your finger inside, sweetness.” I stop moving and stay completely still, breathing like a bull in the ring from the effort it takes to not thrust, thrust, thrust. “It’s either your pussy or your ass but that finger is going inside your body. You decide which hole you’re going to put it in.” I can’t help myself as I take a stroke inside her and then stop again. “I’d recommend your pussy though. Haven’t prepared your ass yet, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I turn my head and kiss her cheek, nuzzling her softly.
I feel her digit start to slide inside her, her pussy struggling to stretch around the added pressure. The friction, the feel of it grazing my length inside her, it makes me insane.
“Ah, fuck. Jesus, fuck.” I snap her up and down in rapid thrusts, my balls swinging up to smack her pussy and her clit. The noises of her clit getting spanked fill the room, and with a hoarse shout and a fierce tightening of her pussy, Julia comes.
Her orgasm is breathtaking to witness. I can’t take my eyes off her image. The mirror reflects her beauty and her wild abandon as she circles her hips on my cock, prolonging her orgasm. There is no artifice or hesitation. When Julia comes, she does so with all her body and soul. Tremors shake her, and her hands rise up to clench in my hair as she drenches my cock in her juices.
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