CHAPTER FOUR
brADLY
She’s avoiding me. Since that day, Octavia’s kept the curtain shut tight. Last night was the first time I’ve been allowed to watch her and her daughter’s nightly routine. I went over yesterday in hopes of removing the awkwardness our masturbation session may have created, but she left me hanging. I could hear the TV on in the house, but she didn’t answer my knocks.
I came on too strong. It’s the reason why I never present myself as myself when dealing with people. I tend to pick a safe character to pretend to be. My forwardness and my lack of interest in the games have a way to either set people off or distance them.
The sound of her SUV returning gets my attention. I quickly stroll through the house for my coat. Catching her outside is my only chance. However, I pause outside of the door when I realize it isn’t her that drove up into the yard. Ducking back in the house, I listen to the excited squeals of little girls. My ears perk up at the sound of Octavia’s voice.
“Call me if you want to come home,” she shouts.
“Oh, Mom…don’t start,” grumbles her daughter. “It’s only for one night.”
“No, go on and leave me to stack all this wood,” jokes Octavia.
The other parents and little girls laugh at Octavia’s distraught act.
“I’ll check up on you later to make sure you didn’t throw your back out,” her daughter teases.
“Love you, too,” yells Octavia.
I hear doors closing, a vehicle starting up, and I watch it drive by. A few minutes later, I can hear wood being tossed. I switch coats for my more durable one and grab a pair of leather, water proof work gloves as I walk onto the back patio. Quickly, I walk into the snow cover back yard. Going over to the fence, I test the stability of the wood before I leap over it, into Octavia’s yard.
“Need help?”
I chuckle at the way she jumps back with a piece of firewood held in her hand as a weapon.
“You wanna get fuck up, huh?”
“Depends on your definition,” I reply while I walk up the steps onto her deck.
Saying nothing, she examines me. There is nothing like the way it feels when a woman isn’t scared to show her attraction. I don’t mean that theatrical, batting of the eyes bullshit. I’m talking about that strong, normal, everyday, ‘damn he’s fine’ look.
I don’t wait for a response. I don’t want to stop her from looking. Instead, I start stacking the wood. I make sure to stand close enough so Octavia can smell my cologne and for my presence to unsettle her.
“I came by yesterday.,” I pause to pin her with my gaze. “I know you were home…and I know you’ve been avoiding me.”
My hand on hers keeps her from lifting another log.
Tilting my head, “Are you embarrassed about the other night?”
“No,” she says, notching her eyebrow. “I’ve been staying away to keep from fuckin’ you,” she answers matter of factually with a shrug.
Flabbergasted, I’m frozen as I watch her go back to stacking while I give my brain time to catch up.
“You alright?” she ponders due to me just staring.
“I really don’t know,” I chuckle.
“Hey, you never know if you don’t shoot your shot.”
“In that case, will you have dinner with me,” I ask.
“I already have Chinese inside,” she offers.
“I’ll bring the wine,” I remark while I back away towards the stairs.
“Don’t break something,” Octavia laughs at my mad dash back to my house.
Inside, I make a trip upstairs to grab two, no better make it three condoms before I pick a bottle of white wine. If Octavia was battling giving it up to me, I’m gonna make damn sure she loses the war tonight.
**
OCTAVIA
You might be wondering what’s the change? I’ll tell you while I give up on freezing my ass off outside to go warm up while I wait from Bradly to come back. I’m slightly…kinda high due to the half of a gummy I took twenty minutes before Nova left for the sleepover. I had my night all planned out. That’s why I picked up my food, I was finishing the chore of the firewood, then I was going to relax in a hot bath and watch TV. Which is why I popped the gummy to make sure all the million and one things constantly competing for my attention in my head would shut the fuck up. It’s the only reason why I’m able to be so relaxed in the face of Bradly.
Yes, I have been avoiding him. Yes, I was kinda embarrassed not knowing how he would respond to me after that night. Yeah, I heard him at my door, but I didn’t answer it not knowing should I act chill…was he coming to apologize after deciding to not mess with me. However, now I’m in the mood to be down to fuck. All of those questions are silent to leave a need to have fun and take advantage of whatever life has to offer me.
“I’m back,” he announces, coming through the kitchen door.
“Did it start snowing already?” I wonder, taking note of the snow on his shoulders and in his hair.
“No, I slipped running back over here,” he admits sheepishly.
Tossing back my head, I laugh.
“Hey, I didn’t want you locking the door on me,” he chuckles.
“Well, it’s nice to know I’m reason enough to make you bust your ass.”
“Bust your ass,” he repeats slowly in a deep voice.
The kitchen suddenly becomes small due to the sexual tension that just entered the room.
“I’m really hungry. Do you think we can make it through dinner before you fuck me?” I question as I drop my eyes to stare at his impressive bulge straining the front of his blue jeans.
His growl seems to vibrate off the walls. Snatching off my beaning, I reach for the plates on the counter to begin setting the table. Silently, Bradly takes a seat and watches me closely.
“What kind of work do you do?”
I pause in mid sitting at his question. Taking the serving spoon from my hand, he begins to fill our plates.
“Well, what work don’t I do is more like it. I sell digital products online. I’m a travel agent. I can do your taxes…create your marketing campaigns, and an insurance adjuster,” I list off.
“Wow,” he exclaims. “Do you rent?”
“No,” I answer as I glance around the kitchen. “The landlord, sweet woman, she came to me after the break up and offered the house to me if I was serious about leaving my husband. She said she was doing it to help me not go back to him. I’m truly thankful,” I mumble.
“So, there is no going back? I don’t want to be the cause of breaking up a home…or pissing off your boyfriend.”
“Is this your way of finding out if I’m-“
“Yes,” he laughs, “I’m a bit rusty in the department,” he sighs, shyly.
“I really don’t have time for dating…and Nova is very protective,” I reveal.
“Ah, Nova,” he beams. “I see how she runs things. If you need any clues of what she wants, she’s been slipping pieces of paper through the fence with her requests.”
“Oh, my lord,” I laugh.
“I told her that I don’t think a boat is something I can deliver in such short notice, so I helped you dodge that bullet,” he jokes.
I love the sound of his laughter…and his uneven smile.
“Is that from birth or cosmetic…the bottom lip?” I clarify as I run my finger across my own bottom lip.
“I get it from my mother,” he replies as he stares at my own mouth.
I lick the sauce of the spare ribs off my lips. “That’s what they say about my ass, tits, and nose,” I tease with a wink.
“She did you right,” he nods.
“Three years single and add another year and a half. That’s how long I’ve been… self manipulating,” I add at his confused expression.
I read a strong mixture of shock and lust in his brown eyes before I go back to eating.
“You’re really lucky, Octavia. I bet times are hard, I know. My mom struggled when my dad walked out, but she always had a knack for making something out of nothing and making me feel as if there was nothing lacking. I can feel that same kinda vibe from you and in this home. You’ve done a great job,” he praises.
I swallow my gulp of wine before I thank him.
“So, now that you’re here…how about getting the full night routine…singing, cookies-
“And finish with chocolate,” he says while his brown eyes look me over.
“As much as you can eat,” I smirk.
Reaching out, he drags my chair next to his, leans over, and fastens his lips to mine. My fingers fists his hair as I open my mouth and join in the kiss. I moan loudly when he grabs my breast. Wanting to know, I satisfy my curiosity as I stroke his dick through his jeans. Bradly breaks from our kiss to watch me under his hooded lids.
“Come sing with me. I get the feeling you haven’t partied in a while.”
“Not since 1999,” I laugh.
He can’t help but chuckle at my corniness. Snatching up my glass and bottle, I lead him into the living room.
“Start spinning the tracks,” he demands with a loud clap.
How long, I don’t know. All I know is hours. Hours of laughter, of butchering Christmas classics, then going back into the kitchen to grab the rest of our dinner followed by Christmas cookies and hot chocolate. Whenever I thought that maybe Bradly wanted to leave because of moments of silence, he shocked me by shifting the conversation to give him a reason to stay. Although sex was on the table, he gave me the feeling that it’s company he wanted most… my company.
“Aren’t you behind the ball on decorating?”
He scans the areas where the tree stand is sitting minus the actual tree.
“I haven’t had the time to haul it from the shed.”
“Oh, no,” he groans, dropping his head. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those. A fake tree?” he grumbles.
“Yes,” I grin. “I bring that bitch back to life year after year. I sure do.”
“But the smell of the pine and-“
“Can be bought in a can and I have a really nice candle, too. Live trees are too expensive,” I point out.
“But the fun of going to the lot, picking the tree, hauling it back-“
“All the pine needles-“ I grumble.
“Searching for a squirrel,” he goes on ignoring me. “I’m getting you a real tree…tomorrow. It’s a memory Nova will never forget.”
Still buzzing and now kinda drunk, I shrug. “Whatever you wanna do,” I reply with a wave of my hand. “No, really,” I add due to Bradly’s unbelieving expression. “I think it would be fun.”
“Know what else will be fun?”
“Lord, my throat can’t take more singing,” I chuckle.
“Oh, we gotta save the throat for other activities. No, I was thinking more of you laid back by the fire while I taste your pussy.”
Just the suggestion…just the sound of his deep voice over the crackling of the burning wood has me falling back in slow motion. I don’t think I’ve ever, ever in my life been treated with so much care or looked upon with so must lust in the eyes of a man. If this is an act, I’m sold. From the way he removes my clothes, to the way he makes a pallet out of the couch pillows for me to lay upon to the way he asks…actually asks if I would like or enjoy this or that. But the biggest thing for me is the eye contact.
When I open my eyes to glance down to watch him licking my pussy, his eyes always rise to lock onto mine. He’s watching me, reading me, thriving off the fact that he’s bringing me pleasure with every stroke of his tongue. The combination of the weed, wine, and his technique has me cumming again in again.
“Hold on,” he whispers while he adjusts the condom on his dick.
“Um, I needed this,” I moan.
Opening my legs, I give him room to get into position. Pausing, Bradly pushes my hair from my eyes.
“I’ve been wanting you since the first night I watched you through the window,” he confesses in a strained voice as he slowly penetrates me. “It’s even better…wetter…you are better than what I’ve been fantasizing to,” he coos.
Running my hands down his back, I grip his ass to push him on as I open my legs wider. I cry out when he reaches the deepest parts of my body. Rotating his hips, he causes me to wither and whimper underneath him.
“My god,” he sighs in awe as he watches me.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Move your dick in me until-“
He cuts off my pleads with is mouth capturing mine. To a slow pace, Bradly takes his time. Deep throating me while he dicks me down, it’s a powerful force, indeed. Every few minutes, he watches from under his hooded lids as I shake and cum to rain down my juices on his dick. Everything he does, the words of lust he speaks, the weed, my own need has me in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. On my back, on my knees, against the wall, we are fucking as if it’s our last time.
Once again on my knees, I crawl at the couch Bradley has me kneeling in front of. My head rests on the cushion as he pounds me hard from behind. The pain from his dick mixes with the pleasure of him stroking my walls.
“Yes!!” I cry out when he pinches my nipples.
Rolling my head to the side, I take in the three tied and discarded rubbers on the floor. I’m shocked that he still has anything left.
“I’m think this is it for me,” he groans as he pauses to tighten the seal between us.
“Thank you,” I manage to say.
Chuckling, Bradly starts to move, and once again, my world is on the verge of exploding. Shifting, he’s beating the hell out of my pussy while tapping on that spot deep within. Like the gentleman he’s been, he waits for to scream out and my pussy to rain down on him before he follows up with is own cries of release.