Chapter 12
Aubrielle had been nervous all day yesterday and into the night.
She was waiting for the fallout from her not going to her Dad’s house in Big Stone Gap as ordered.
We knew they wouldn’t take it without a response.
The question was, would they call or just show up at her apartment again?
If they showed up, they’d be in for a surprise.
We hadn’t waited for the weekend to move the rest of her belongings to the compound.
On Thursday, the prospects had gone and finished packing and loading the boxes.
When they returned to the compound, those available assisted with unloading.
The items she hadn’t wanted had been taken to town and donated.
She insisted that she had to go back to clean the place before turning it over to her landlord.
She wasn’t locked into a lease, so there would be no need to break one, but she wanted no issues and to get her deposit back.
Instead of letting her go back there, the prospects were sent to clean it.
She tried to protest, arguing it wasn’t their mess to clean.
That’s when Aubrielle had gotten a glimpse of the immovable force I could be.
I told her that was exactly the kind of thing they were there for, and she wasn’t to go near there again.
We’d argued, but in the end, she gave in.
While she was working at Eden last night, she kept checking her phone for texts or missed calls from her family.
When nothing came from them, I think it made her even more anxious—last night had been a restless one for her.
She was up early this morning. I slid a cup of coffee under her nose.
She was seated at the table, looking tired.
“Ellie, you should go back to bed. You didn’t sleep enough last night,” I told her.
“I can’t. I’ll just lie there and wonder. Why haven’t they called, Braxton? It’s been twelve hours since I was a no-show. They never wait. Something is up.”
Her voice sounded close to panic. I pulled out a chair, slid it over to touch hers, then sat in it. I wrapped one arm around her. She laid her head on my shoulder. A shudder went through her body.
“We know they’re plotting. It was a given. However, know that we’re not foolish and we’re prepared for it. We have our guard up. Worrying yourself to death won’t help,” I told her.
“I know, but I’m not worried so much about me. I’m used to their punishment and threats. I don’t want them to take anything out on anyone in the club. None of you deserves that. And they can be vicious. They don’t care who they hurt as long as they get their way.”
“You don’t deserve it, either. And we can’t control other people, just our response to them.
You’ve always pushed toward your goal despite the threats and danger.
Nothing has changed except that you now have others standing with you.
They can bring their threats, and we’ll address them.
I’m not sitting here waiting in fear. We have a life to live.
You have school to finish and a career to start.
Those are the things we’ll concentrate on,” I informed her.
She snuggled closer. “Have I told you lately that I love you?” Aubrielle whispered.
“Not in at least an hour,” I teased.
She giggled, then said, “I love you, Braxton Russo.” She followed up her declaration with a passionate kiss.
It took mere moments for the kiss to become frantic and our desire for each other to burst through. Leaving our coffee on the table to cool, I stood, swept her up into my arms, and marched to our bedroom. I tossed her on the bed, where she bounced and laughed.
We were still in our pajamas, or what passed as them.
I normally went naked, but had pulled on a pair of cotton athletic shorts when we got out of bed.
She wore a short, thin nightgown. I knew underneath, she had no panties on.
I watched her put on the gown this morning.
My dazzler slept naked with me, something she hadn’t done before us.
The way she landed, sprawled on the mattress, left her legs spread, and I caught a glimpse of her pussy. My cock had grown stiff from the moment we kissed, and it was fully erect now. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I could wait to have her, but I’d try.
Shoving my shorts down, I let them fall to the floor and stepped free of them.
Aubrielle didn’t waste time or words. She wiggled until she could slip off her gown, which she tossed to the foot of the bed.
Her body momentarily stunned me each time I saw it.
I absorbed the beauty of her before I hopped onto the mattress, causing Aubrielle to squeal and then laugh.
Growling, like a wild beast, which was how she made me feel, I stalked her on all fours until I was hovering over her.
I saw the heat in her gaze. Her face was flushed, and her breathing had increased a tad. She smirked as she spoke.
“What’re you gonna do now, Braxton? You look like a big, bad wolf.”
“I am, and like one, I’m going to eat you up,” I growled.
Even though I wanted to dive straight into her pussy, I knew if I did, the foreplay wouldn’t last long.
Instead, I placed my mouth to hers again.
We kissed, allowing our teeth, lips, and tongues to get in on the action.
While our mouths were occupied, our hands were free to roam everywhere we could reach without breaking our lip lock.
However, we soon grew desperate and had to split up to explore further. I loved pleasuring her. Hearing her gasps, pleas, and breathless whines along with her cries as she peaked drove my own satisfaction.
I’d never cared overly much about how much sexual gratification a woman got from me, other than us having an orgasm when the time came.
With Aubrielle, I wanted her to have as many orgasms as she could before I finally got mine.
I guess that’s how you knew you loved someone: when their pleasure meant more than your own.
And it proved that I’d finally fully matured.
My tongue licked along sensitive areas. I nibbled them. Soft kisses were scattered as well. Reaching her tits, I took my time feasting on them, eliciting cry after cry from her.
While I might be the one on top and navigating, Aubrielle wasn’t passive.
Her hands caressed my body. Her fingers teased and then lightly tweaked my nipples, causing me to shudder but not in revulsion.
Her nails scratched down my body, making me quiver as that slight discomfort pushed my desire higher.
I let go of her tit. Then, I moaned her name when her hand gripped my cock and stroked. She slowly pumped up and down.
“Dazzler, you keep that up, and I won’t be able to eat that sweet pussy. I’ll be forced to slide my cock inside your tightness and fuck you,” I warned.
Aubrielle smirked. “And? I don’t see a problem with that.
Sure, I love it when you do that to me, just like I love it when I get to suck your cock first. But I also adore it when you can’t wait to have me and fill me so full.
You make me feel wild, no matter what, Braxton.
I’m never left unsatisfied. I hope it’s the same for you, regardless of what we do. ”
I groaned. “Christ, baby, you make me so damn happy. Yes, I love all those. It doesn’t matter what we do.”
I hissed at the end because her grip tightened, making my balls want to draw up tighter. She was using the precum I leaked to help her fist work up and down my length.
“I want to suck you first. I want to practice more,” she answered sultrily.
I groaned. Aubrielle had sucked my cock a couple of times.
Even if she was untutored, she was enthusiastic and drove me insane.
However, I knew she felt self-conscious of her abilities as a lover since she had no experience compared to me.
No matter that I assured her that it didn’t stop me from being fulfilled by what we did, I knew it still bothered her.
The only hardship in giving her time to practice and explore was the strain on my self-control.
I shuddered when her thumb lightly ran across the head of my cock, smearing more leaked precum.
“How do you want me?” I asked hoarsely.
She thought for a few moments, then smiled. “Will you sit in the chair over by the dresser?”
Immediately, images of her on her knees between my legs, looking up at me, made my cock jerk.
“Yes, but you’ll have to let go first.” I winked.
She chuckled, and then her hand slowly released me.
I rose a tad shakily to my feet and walked to the chair.
It was there to sit in while putting on socks or to take off boots, though I typically did that in the mudroom.
Aubrielle trailed behind me. After I sat down, I took the thick, soft throw blanket from the back of the chair and, after spreading my legs wide, placed it, folded, between my feet.
I couldn’t stop myself from palming my cock and stroking it as she got into position.
Once she was kneeling, she smiled up at me, took over, gripping me, then she licked her bottom lip.
I moaned in anticipation, but it was nothing compared to my moan when her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the precum.
Her purr made my heart swell. Since the first time, she’d never indicated she disliked the taste of me, which not all experienced women appreciated the taste of cum.
My hand bundled up her hair, holding it out of the way so that it wouldn’t get in her way, and I had an unobstructed view of her going down on me.
Aubrielle had great instincts about what would feel good.
She licked and sucked, sure, but she caressed my sac and gave attention to it, while she worked the base as she gave head.
I’d praised her the last time and asked her how she knew what would feel great. She confessed she mimicked what I did to her, taking into consideration our anatomical differences. I’d laughed and told her to go with her instincts anytime.
I groaned as she took more of me into her mouth.
My fingers tightened in her hair, but I didn’t force her down on me.
It would take her time to be comfortable enough to try that, if she ever would.
And the truth was, it wasn’t necessary for me to find satisfaction.
A hiss escaped as she lightly drew her nails up my sac and then along my inner thighs. She hesitated.
“Don’t stop. It feels so good. Keep going,” I pleaded hoarsely.
And just like that, I became lost in her mouth and hands, as she drove my desire higher. I didn’t leave her completely unattended. I teased her tits, tugging lightly on her distended nipples and twisting them. It caused Aubrielle to inhale deeply and her mouth to tighten and suck harder.
I couldn’t tell how long I stayed there, riding the edge of bliss. Eventually, I knew if I let her continue, I’d be shooting my load into her mouth. We weren’t there yet. Besides, I was dying to feel the constriction of her pussy clamping around me. I let go of her hair and pushed her off me.
Her red, puffy lips had me lifting her off her knees and onto the chair.
She straddled me as I ravaged her mouth.
Our tongues thrust. After a minute of that, I lifted her higher on her knees with one hand, then used the other to position the head of my cock at her opening.
Her heat hit it, then she sank slowly down onto me.
Our mouths parted so we both could moan.
“Jesus,” I panted once I could speak. Aubrielle’s pussy was surrounding me like a second skin.
“Braxton, honey, oh God,” she murmured.
She lifted until the head was the only part of me inside, then she came down faster and harder. That set the pace for us, and I had no objections. However, after a while, she gave me a pleading look.
“What do you need?” I asked her.
“I want it harder,” she confessed.
Smirking, I raised her after placing my hands on her hips.
When she began to sink onto me, I used my hold to pull her down harder while thrusting my hips upward.
The way she cried my name and the expression of bliss on her face told me that was what she needed.
And God knew I wasn’t about to complain about it.
The pace continued, and our ragged breathing and murmurs of joy were the only sounds.
Soon, I was edging closer to coming. Her sucking had brought me halfway.
“Shit, I’m getting close, Ellie,” I confessed.
“God, so am I, Braxton. Don’t hold back, My Heart. Come for me,” she pleaded.
Holding her gaze, we kept moving. Within a minute or two, she started clenching around me as her breath caught.
I was right there, feeling the eruption boiling in my balls.
Then, Aubrielle clenched tightly around my cock, and my balls let loose.
I jerked as each spew of cum left my body.
I grunted as she wailed. When we were finished, her sweaty body collapsed against mine.
I wrapped her in my arms and sat there, allowing our bodies to recover, feeling more love for her than I had the day before.