Chapter 10
Trixie
Morning had arrived and it was bright out. Sunbeams streamed in from the window well, which was packed full of snow. I assumed the power was still out judging by the fridged room and the ceiling light was still out. We’d left it on, so we’d know when the power came back on.
I woke up to the sound of Brandon snoring. He was legit sawing logs, which meant he was actually sleeping. Yay! I couldn’t be happier after hearing he had insomnia.
He wasn’t loud like Papa, who rattled the roof on our home every night. I hadn’t heard Brandon until now. Maybe I heard nothing because I’d been so exhausted and dead to the world.
How long had he been asleep? For as peaceful and content as he appeared, I’d guess at least a few hours.
I still couldn’t believe what had happened between us in the last twelve or so hours.
After pining over this man, convincing myself I’d been playing the long game, I was finally in bed with him.
It’d been good not to get immediate results.
His disinterest and rudeness had made me want him more, and it allowed us to build a unique friendship.
The time had allowed me to learn everything I could about Brandon, most importantly, that his was neurodivergent.
I was so glad I’d been patient and didn’t give up on him. He was well worth the wait.
My heart fluttered as I admired his handsome profile.
I couldn’t believe I wasn’t freezing, while I was naked under the blankets.
Brandon’s body heated me nicely, like he was a human furnace.
Must have been all those muscles mixed with all my extra insulation.
We were a good match during a winter power outage.
My mind recalled everything from last night. This man blew me away with his determination to pleasure me. He had made me howl a ton last night, actually demanding I howl. It was crazy fun. I had an inkling there was a number in his head he had wanted to achieve.
I felt a little guilty for hardly contributing to our sexual activities. Brandon only wanted me to be a happy receiver of what he wanted to give me. It was so easy and enjoyable to obey him.
An idea popped into my head. I would love to do something for him. Give back and reciprocate after all he’d done for me.
What would be better than waking him up in style? A morning blowjob.
However, due to my limited experience, I’d never given one. Just hadn’t gone that far with most guys I’d dated. Now with Brandon, I was glad I hadn’t done all the things with men I didn’t love or care about.
Not saying I loved Brandon, yet. I liked him a lot and could see myself getting to the love part fast and spending the rest of my life with him.
I wanted Brandon to be my one and only, and to have all my firsts.
Knowing how sensitive he could be with things and his sensory issues, I didn’t feel right about crawling under the blankets and surprising him. I could inadvertently trigger him, and I’d never want to risk losing him.
He’d asked for my consent before we got down and dirty, and I felt it would only be right to get his consent for this as well.
“Brandon,” I whispered, trying not to startle him. He’d warned me last night that he wasn’t used to sleeping with anyone, so if he nodded off, he could wake up disoriented and lash out.
He’d been afraid of hurting or offending me, but he didn’t need to worry. I was prepared for everything and knew he wouldn’t intentionally do anything to harm me.
Who knew he would be the sweetest and most thoughtful guy?
After hundreds of encounters over the years, he had turned out to be an incredible man. All he needed was to feel safe and comfortable with me to let his guard down.
I wanted to be his safe place. Wanted him to know he wouldn’t get judged for his interesting behaviors. Plainly, I liked him just the way he was.
“Brandon,” I whispered his name again and touched his shoulder. “It’s me, Trixie. Do you remember I stayed the night?”
He stirred a little and made a noise but didn’t open his eyes.
“It’s morning, and I wanted to give you a blowjob.”
He jerked under me and popped his head up. “You’re still here.”
“Of course, I am. Where else would I be after that mega snowstorm?”
“Right.” He exhaled and let his head fall back on the pillow. It seemed like he was relieved I hadn’t left, and that made me happy.
“You were asleep. Even snoring.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Um, I heard you snoring, buddy. Any idea how long you’d been asleep?”
“What time is it now?”
I reached for my cell phone on the nightstand. The screen flashed. “Wow, it’s after ten.”
“That’s crazy. I think I drifted off not long after you. Thought it would be a cat nap.”
“Nope, you got a good six hours like me.”
“That’s totally crazy. I can’t remember the last time I got more than three to four hours at one time.” He tilted his head toward me and smiled. “It’s all because of you, Trix. You’re good for me.” He hugged me tightly and kissed my head.
“You’re good for me, too. So how about a morning blowjob?”
“Hey, I’d never turn down getting sucked off by you.” He lifted the blanket.
I got a big whiff of our bodily fluids. Wow, it was a little funky if I was honest. But I’d keep it to myself and made a mental note, that going forward; always clean up after sex.
Disappearing under the covers, I positioned myself and went right to it. The thing about me that I believed made me a phenomenal human being was how I pushed through difficult situations. I jumped in with both feet. Like now…
I took Brandon into my mouth and did what felt right, licking him and discovering his dick up close and personal.
His thighs stiffened under me. Immediately, I worried I was hurting him. But before I could ask him, he grabbed my head.
“Fuck, yeah.,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”
If I could smile, I would. Pleasing people gave me satisfaction. It was what made me great working in the deli and dealing with customers. I was excellent doing customer service.
And right now, Brandon was going to get the best service of his life.
I sucked on him and just went with it, letting my instincts guide me.
“You’re so good, Trix.” He held my head bucked his hips, showing me what he liked.
When I found my rhythm, it seemed like he copied me, as if we were dancing.
I was in the groove, enjoying myself and hoping he was too, when suddenly, he exploded in my mouth. I was so taken by surprise, that I pulled back and his cum sprayed me in the eye.
A yelp burst from my mouth and I shielded my face as if it would help. I then started laughing, like hysterically so, because this was just my luck.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I thought I was going to die by your cum.” I crawled out from the blankets, needing fresh air. And to wash my face. I pointed at the sticky mess. “Look what you did to me.”
He studied me for a long minute, then he burst out laughing. It was the best sound ever and gave me warm fuzzies just like my favorite Christmas song would do.
It was also the first time I’d heard him sounding so amused and playful.
Getting sprayed in the face while giving my first blowjob was pretty freaking hilarious. Just another memorable experience I would remember with Brandon.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s clean you up.” He got out of bed, lifted me into his arms, and carried me into the bathroom. “Get ready for me to fuck you in the shower.” He set me on my feet.
“Ha ha. You’re a funny man.” And out of his ever-loving mind.
“I’m serious.” He turned the shower on and took in my full figure in an admiring way. No guy had ever looked at me the way Brandon did. Like he really liked my curves in and out my clothes. “Sex in the shower is amazing.”
“Oh, so you’ve done it before?” Probably with one of the skinny Kittens. I faced the sink and soaped up my hands, then got scrubbing.
“Yes, but we’re not talking about that.”
“You’re the one who brought it up.” I splashed water on my face. “And if you believe you could do with me what you did with a thinner woman, you’re wrong.”
Maybe I needed to explain the logistics to him.
I was confident I weighed fifty pounds more than any of the Kittens.
Sex in the shower wouldn’t work with me.
He was very tall. No way would we line up properly to screw.
He’d have to lift me and hold me against the shower wall.
We’d crash and probably break a bone. Nope. Not happening.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” He slapped my ass.
I screamed at the sting. “Brandon!” Shock didn’t come close to how I felt. And strangely, my heart was racing and not in a bad way. I was excited and instantly aroused.
“Come on.” He took my hand. “First, I’m going to wash you, then I’m going to fuck you. Understand?”
“We’re going to die in the shower. I just know it. Your club brothers are going to find us in a pile on the tile. Blood everywhere. And my naked ass staring back at them. I’m glad I’ll be dead, so I don’t die of humiliation.”
“Jesus, woman. Don’t you trust me?”
“I want to, but I’m heavy. Get all this skin wet and soapy and it’s not going to end well for either of us.”
He slapped my ass again, and I only jumped this time and got wetter.
“You like being spanked, dontcha?” An evil glint sparkled in his blue eyes. He hoisted me up and I wrapped my thick legs around his waist. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I like it.” I rolled my eyes. As if he couldn’t tell.
“Knew it.” His hand went under me, and he swiped the tips of his fingers across my opening. How he could hold on to me this way was impressive. Maybe he could fuck me in the shower.
“Oh, Brandon.” A moan flitted out of my mouth.
Without saying another word, he took me into the shower and put me under the water. He placed me on my feet. Starting with my hair, he got it sufficiently wet then put shampoo in it.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he massaged my scalp. I could get used to this kind of pampering. After he rinsed my long locks, he quickly washed my body.
His dick was reaching for me, so I was sure that was what made him speed things up.
“Sorry, Trix. I’m going out of my mind touching you. I need you, baby.” He lifted me back up. “I’m going to slowly lower you onto my dick. Don’t do anything. Don’t want to break him.”
Break him? The thought terrified me. I held still and let him do all the work.
Surprisingly, he held me just fine. I should have given him more credit and trusted he knew what he was doing.
“Hold onto my neck,” he told me.
“Okay.” I looped my arms around him as he said. I felt him enter me and he felt incredible.
“Get ready for the best fuck of your life.”
“Every time we have sex is the best of my life.”
“I feel the same way.” He kissed me hard and pushed me against the shower wall, then proceed to fuck me.
Our lips remained sealed the entire time. His chest glided against mine with each thrust. I couldn’t believe he was doing it and doing it without any issues.
“I want you to howl when you come,” he said as he took my bottom lip between his teeth. “Howl with everything inside you.”
Easy peasy.
And just like that, my orgasm hit, and I belted out my loudest howl. A-WOOOOOO!
“That’s it, Trix.” He went harder and followed me right off the cliff and growled during his release. His arms shook and I couldn’t help but worry he’d drop me.
“Please put me down,” I whispered into his ear. Thankfully, he didn’t argue with me, and he set me down.
“I’m so fucking glad you came to the party,” he told me and sealed his lips to mine.
“Me, too,” I replied.