Forever - Chapter 29 #2
“What did I just say about being specific?” Justin sat down and crossed his arms over his chest.
Brooklyn squealed when I pulled her over my shoulder again.
“What is seven minutes in heaven?” Tanner asked. “Where are they going?”
Rob groaned. “Seriously? Where did you say you grew up again?”
“Abroad. All over. You wouldn’t have heard of it.”
“Seven minutes in heaven is when you hook up in a closet for seven minutes.”
“But there aren’t any closets here,” Tanner said. “And why would you hook up in a closet when there’s perfectly good tents?”
“You are the most ridiculous human I’ve ever met,” Rob said.
Brooklyn laughed as their argument drifted away into the night. “Back to the kidnapping thing?” she asked. She lightly slapped my butt.
“We got a little interrupted earlier.” I ducked under the flap of the tent and zipped it up behind us. And then I sat down, pulling her onto my lap.
She straddled my waist. “Just seven minutes, huh?” She placed her hands on my shoulders.
The air was hushed in here. It was just the two of us. I couldn’t even hear Rob and Tanner bickering. “Just seven minutes,” I said and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was so fucking beautiful.
“Well, you better hurry up and fuck me, big boy.” Her eyes grew round as soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth.
I laughed. “Did you just call me big boy?”
Her face flushed. “You know what I meant. We probably only have like six minutes left. And my hormones are going crazy right now.” She reached for the hem of my shirt. “Arms up.”
“I love how demanding you’re being.”
“But you’re not listening.” She had my shirt pushed up over my abs, but got distracted and trailed her hand down them.
“I really didn’t think kidnapping you was going to turn you on this much,” I said.
“It didn’t. I told you, it’s the hormones.”
“Hmm.” I put my hand on the side of her face.
“Matthew freaking Caldwell, why aren’t you taking your pants off?”
I couldn’t stop smiling. “Because I’m not giving you a quickie in…” I glanced at my watch. “…five minutes. I brought you in here to make out with you. Which is what seven minutes in heaven is.”
“For like…tweens. We’re adults. Seven minutes in heaven is getting railed.”
Brooklyn was usually a little shy about telling me what she wanted. Maybe it was the hormones. But this was very fun. “We’re kind of reenacting being teenagers here,” I said. My hand slid back into her hair and she moaned. “So I’m going to kiss you. But that’s it, baby.”
She groaned in frustration. “We had sex when we were teenagers.”
“I remember just kissing you an awful lot before that though.”
She shook her head. “Seriously? You just want to make out?”
“In the middle of the Empire High football field.” I smiled. “Yes, yes I do.” I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face toward mine.
Brooklyn immediately wrapped her arms behind my neck, pulling me closer.
It reminded me of when she used to jump into my arms after a win back in high school.
Her running down the stands toward me had always been one of my favorite sights.
And her thighs wrapped around my waist was one of my favorite feelings.
I wanted to grab her hips and pull her closer.
But that would just lead to me giving her what she wanted.
And I was trying to keep this PG until everyone went to sleep for the night.
She was kissing me in that way though. The kisses where her tongue swirled around mine impossibly slowly.
This was how she kissed when she wanted more.
And I knew there weren’t PG thoughts running through that gorgeous head of hers.
She probably still wished she was bagged.
Maybe she wanted to be tied up again, completely at my mercy.
I felt myself growing hard. She started grinding against me as I buried my fingers in her hair.
I had a whole thing planned for later. Some candles and romance.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
Fuck it. My dirty girl didn’t want romance right now. She wanted to be moaning my name.
I flipped us over, slamming her back against the ground.
“You want to know what I really wished I could have done to you in the middle of this field 16 years ago?” I didn’t wait for her response.
I just pushed her leggings and thong down her thighs, leaned forward, and thrust my tongue into her greedy pussy.
Her thighs tightened around my head.
Baby, I’m not going anywhere. This was the reward I’d wanted after every touchdown I’d made in high school. And her lips around my cock. I really loved my girl on her knees.
She bucked her hips up. I still had the taste of s’mores on my lips. The sweetness on my tongue mixed with the taste of her.
“Matt.” She moaned and buried her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer.
She seemed perturbed about her fluctuating hormones. But I was really fucking enjoying this. I loved taking care of her. Pleasing her. Teasing her. I lightly rubbed my nose against her clit.
“I swear if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to scream.”
I laughed against her pussy.
Her fingers tightened in my hair.
I lightly bit down on her clit in response. She’d earned that from biting my finger. I knew she was seconds away from coming. And we were probably way over our seven minutes. But I wasn’t going to deny her request for my cock.
I placed one last slow stroke against her wetness. Then I shoved my pants down and leaned over her.
She wrapped her hand around my cock. I let her guide me into her soaked pussy.
So fucking tight. I pulled back and slammed into her. Again and again.
“Harder,” she moaned.
Yeah, I really liked her crazy hormones. If she wanted it harder, I’d give it to her harder. “You like fucking the star wide receiver, baby?”
She moaned.
“You wish you could touch yourself while you watch me on the field?”
Her fingers dug into my back.
“Because I pictured you spreading your thighs right in the stands. Even though everyone was watching.” I slammed into her again. “But you’re so greedy for me you can’t even wait until after the game.”
“Matt,” she moaned.
I grabbed one of her thighs, wrapping it around my waist, the angle letting me go even deeper. “That’s what I liked to picture. Your fingers deep inside your greedy pussy, imaging my cock buried inside of you. Everyone staring, but knowing you’re all mine.”
Her nails scratched down my back.
“I imagined running up into the stands and fucking you in front of everyone. Claiming you. You’re no one’s dirty little secret, Brooklyn.”
Her pussy clenched around me. I dropped my forehead to hers as I exploded inside of her. My chest rose and fell as her fingers fell from my back.
“Mmm,” Brooklyn sighed and smiled up at me. “I have to say…I never thought about doing this on the Empire High football field.”
“No? This has always been a fantasy of mine. Right in the stadium.”
“It’s always been a fantasy? So that means you’ve never done it before, right?”
“I mean…not in the middle of the field.”
She lightly shoved my chest. “I forgot that you used to be a whore in high school. And…after.”
“That’s not a very nice thing to call your baby daddy.”
She laughed, making her pussy clench around me again.
Fuck. I slowly pulled out of her. I watched some of my cum leak down her inner thigh. So fucking hot.
The sound of the zipper on our tent made me jump. I quickly pulled up my pants and moved in front of Brooklyn before the flap opened.
“It’s been like 20 minutes,” Mason said. He smiled as he looked back and forth between us.
Mason never knocked. Not that you could knock on a tent. But it was a bad habit he had.
“No one came to tell us the time,” Brooklyn said. She cleared her throat. “We were just making out.”
“Sure you were,” Mason said. “But we need your help. It’s us, Bee, Tanner, and Kennedy against the Hunters and Justin. And Tanner is terrible at charades.”
“Charades?” Brooklyn asked. “I love charades.”
I looked over my shoulder. She was completely composed. I grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet.
Rob was standing in front of the fire pretending to drive a car around.
“This is the second word of a two-word movie,” Bee said to us as we sat back down.
“Driving a Lamborghini!” Tanner yelled. Jacob was asleep in his arms. He didn’t seem at all phased by the yelling.
Rob shook his head. He pretended to drive around some more and then stopped, playing with some gears in the car.
“Driving a Bugatti!” Tanner yelled next.
Rob shook his head again. “What the fuck is wrong with him,” he said under his breath.
“Driving a Tesla!” Tanner nodded like he’d definitely gotten it that time.
“Why so specific?” I asked. “And why are you guessing three words for the second word? Are you trying to guess the whole thing in one go?”
“The more specific the better in charahhhdes.” He said charades really weird. With a long, drawn out “ah” in the middle.
“Charades,” I said, correcting him.
“Charahhhdes,” Tanner said. “Yes.”
“And it’s a movie, Tanner,” Bee said. “What movie has the word Tesla in it?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not very up to date with the movies. I just watched all those new early 2000s movies for the Halloween party though.”
“ New early 2000s?” Mason shook his head. “They’re old, man.”
“Hardly.”
“Park!” Daphne yelled.
“Damn it, Daphne!” Rob stopped driving. “Quit guessing for the other team.”
“Sorry,” she said and drank another sip of hot chocolate.
I was pretty sure hers was spiked.
Especially since she then hiccupped. “But was I right?”
“Yes.” Rob shook his head and started motioning with his hands.
“First word,” Bee said. “Three syllables. Third syllable. We’re guessing the last syllable!” she yelled at all of us.
I forgot how competitive she was.
Rob pretended to throw up into the fire.
“Vomiting into a fire!” Tanner yelled.
“Dude, way too specific.”
“It’s charahhhdes, Matthew,” Tanner said. “Oh! Burmiting!”
“Burmiting?” Mason asked.
“When you burp and a little vom comes up,” Tanner said. He shook his head. “I’m just going to guess the movie. Mansfield Park! Wait, is that a movie? I know it’s a book. But all of Jane Austen’s books are movies, right?”
“I think it’s a movie too,” Brooklyn said. “Is that right, Rob? Is it Mansfield Park?”
“No that’s not right. Why the fuck would I be doing Mansfield Park? I said it was a classic.”
“That book is a classic,” Tanner said.
“Not a classic movie. You didn’t even know if it was one. And Mansfield only has two syllables. I said three, damn it.”
“Ah!” Tanner yelled. “A classic you say? Central Park!”
“I literally just said it’s a movie,” Rob said.
“You’re really not supposed to be talking, Rob,” Bee said. “Isn’t that a disqualification?”
Rob threw up his hands.
“Central Park is a movie,” Tanner said. “A modern day classic.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” I said.
“Of course you have! It was from the 30s, good lad. It came out just a few years ago when the newfangled moving pictures were all the rage.”
We all stared at him.
Tanner froze for a second. And then started laughing.
“Just kidding. Not about the movie. Central Park is a movie and it’s a classic.
I meant about everything else. Like timeframe wise.
But you’d like the movie, Brooklyn. It’s about some kids getting mixed up with New York City gangsters.
Never mind,” he quickly said. “Let’s forget I said anything. ”
Rob shook his head. “I don’t know what all that was. But regardless… Central is two syllables too you maniac.”
Tanner shrugged. “I was just joking around.”
Rob started pretending to throw up in the fire again.
“Sick!” Bee yelled and pointed to Rob. “You’re getting sick!”
He nodded.
“It’s Jurassic Park!”
“Yes that’s it! Thank fuck,” Rob said and sat back down. “You’re all so terrible at this game. One of you is up.”
“I’ll go,” I said.
“No, not you,” Rob said. “I already know you’re just going to squat and pretend to poop for Winnie the Pooh . Next.”
How did he know that? I shrugged. Okay, maybe I did like to do that one for charades. But it had been forever since we’d played this game together.
Brooklyn laughed as I sat back down and put my arm around her shoulders.
I smiled down at her. This was not at all a normal bachelor or bachelorette party. But all that mattered was that she was smiling.
“One week,” she whispered.
“One week.” I’d waited a lifetime for her to be Mrs. Brooklyn Caldwell. And this time next week she finally would be.