Ten | Brody
Ten
Brody
I sat on the couch, watching the twelve o’clock news to see when this storm was supposed to pass. It wasn’t just the unexpected company that was getting to me; it was the wasted days not being able to get outside to do the work I needed to. I knew when I moved back to Sugarplum Falls that the winters would be brutal; I was just hopeful that I would still be able to work through them so it didn’t set me back too far.
Crazy boot lady had sat at the kitchen table for most of the day, taking phone calls and scribbling notes on the worn-out notepad in front of her. I tried not to eavesdrop too much on her calls, but I couldn’t help but laugh when I heard how many holly-jolly catastrophes she was dealing with. For it being the most wonderful time of the year, it sure seemed like a disaster from an outsider looking in.
I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich for lunch. It seemed luck had been on my side yesterday with me getting into town and back before the storm hit. I had plenty of groceries, plus I had stocked up on meat and household essentials to last me for a few months.
“Hey, Princess, do you want a sandwich?” I asked once she removed her phone from her ear and set it on the table.
She looked up at me from under thick, dark eyelashes, her eyes a moody mixture of shades of brown.
“I told you not to call me that.”
“Yeah, well, I figured it’s better than hey, you .”
“Or you could call me by my name.”
“That would mean that I actually stopped to bother with remembering it. We’re only stuck together for a few days, Princess . No need to get so formal with each other. Once the roads are cleared, I’ll dig your car out, and you can go on your merry way.”
“God, you’re such an asshole. I should have known, given you were described as a grinch. But still, I held out hope that they were wrong.”
“And who exactly is they ?” I questioned, leaning against the island as I pinned her with a look. It didn’t surprise me that people in town were talking about me. That’s what happens in a small town. But what bothered me was where she was getting her information.
“The townspeople,” she replied dismissively with a wave of her hand. “But it doesn’t matter because I can confirm from firsthand experience that they’re right. You are the epitome of a grinch.”
“Well, thank you for the compliment.” I winked, quickly earning a scowl from her.
“That’s not a compliment!” She threw her hands in the air and shook her head. “A compliment is you have nice eyes or you have a radiant smile that brightens the room.”
“Well, thanks for those as well. Aren’t you just full of compliments today?”
She sighed heavily, my attempt at humor clearly rubbing her the wrong way. Maybe she needed me to rub her the right way. That might lighten her mood a bit.
“You’re impossible.”
“So you’ve said.” I turned and opened the fridge, grabbing the stuff to make sandwiches. “Now, do you want a sandwich or not?”
“Are you making it?” she fired back, getting up and joining me at the island.
“Do you want me to?”
“No. I think I’d rather eat poison than have you cook for me.”
I didn’t bother to remind her that she had gladly eaten the steak and baked potato I fixed for dinner last night or that she devoured breakfast this morning. It was like she had gotten a fresh dose of hatred for me, and I kinda liked going back and forth, riling her up.
“That can be arranged.” I pulled out two slices of bread and slapped them down onto the plate. I noticed the way she jumped slightly and fought back the grin tugging at my lips as I noticed her eyes fixated on what I was doing. The sound wasn’t intended, but it still very much sounded like a spank.
I had seen a few social media videos that my cousin sent to me of this guy who cooks, but everything he does looks incredibly sexual. Taking a cue from him now that I had her attention, I made sure to give her a show. It wasn’t like we had anything better to do, given we were stuck together for who knew how long. Plus, she could use something to help her lighten up a bit.
I opened the jar of mayonnaise, and then, instead of using a knife, I inserted two fingers— yup, those two. I moved them around, slowly stirring the top layer as my fingers got coated. I felt her eyes on me as she watched—likely wondering if I was out of my fucking mind. I was.
I grabbed a piece of bread and held it in one palm while I smothered it with the mayonnaise on my fingers, rubbing it down the middle before spreading my fingers to get to the sides. I could feel the tension building between us, my dick already starting to strain against my jeans. I set the bread down on the plate and then sucked my fingers clean, looking up to lock eyes with her as she watched my tongue work strategically.
Next, I grabbed a pack of deli lunch meat and slowly slid the zipper open, too invested in this to stop now. With my eyes still locked on her, I reached inside and grabbed the meat, gripping it tightly before pulling a few slices free and slapping them down onto the bread. She jumped again, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the sound mimicking spanking turned her on. It sure seemed to, which made me picture just how nice her ass would look with a red handprint on it from me.
I opened another pack of lunch meat and did the same, loving her reaction as I slapped the ham down on top of the turkey. At this point, I wished I had more meat to keep this party going. I opened the package of cheese and slowly peeled one off before adding it to the sandwich.
Then, to top it all off, I grabbed the bottle of mustard, turned it upside down, and smacked it with the palm of my hand. Her eyes widened as she chewed on her lower lip, taking it all in. I lifted the bottle over the sandwich and started to squeeze, loving the opening I’d been given when an air bubble got caught and forced some of it to splatter.
“Looks like she’s a squirter,” I said nonchalantly, her eyes moving up to meet mine. “But that’s okay, I don’t mind. What fun is it if it’s not messy?”
I was more than just playing with fire. I was taking a box of matches and gallons of gasoline to a dry forest during a lightning storm.
With her eyes still on me, I reached down with those same two fingers and spread the mustard before licking it off.
“So, do you want a sandwich?” I asked, ignoring how gruff my voice sounded.
“A sandwich?” she questioned, her voice suddenly high-pitched. “That’s not a sandwich. That’s porn.”
My smirk spread across my face as I studied her, wondering what she was into, given how invested she had become in my silly little experiment.
“Trust me, that’s not porn. But if this really turns you on, you can watch me eat. I really, really love eating .” I added the other piece of bread to the top, then lifted it to my mouth and took a huge bite. Some of the mustard got on the side of my mouth, so I deliberately swiped my tongue out to lick it off.
Her face was flushed with the prettiest color as heat washed over her.
“I need fresh air,” she muttered, turning away from me and heading to the door before she stopped. She knew as well as I did that she wasn’t going anywhere with the amount of snow that was currently piled against the door. Without saying a word, she turned around and went straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
I considered making her a sandwich but had no idea what she liked. I knew it was already crossing the line with what I had just done, but in all fairness, it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask her to get stuck here, and I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to her.
I sat down on the couch with my plate resting beside me as I picked up the remote to turn on the TV. Before I could, I heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. Despite knowing it was wrong, I got up and quietly walked over so I could hear it better.
From the other side of the door I heard soft moaning.
Was she seriously masturbating in my bathroom right now? I wasn’t upset about it in the least—if anything, I was jealous that I wasn’t the one in there giving her pleasure. The way she sounded made my cock harden again, desperate to hear more.
“Fuck, Brody,” she moaned quietly, though loud enough I could hear her from the other side.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, nodding my head in agreement. So, she was thinking about me to get off. That was a problem I could easily deal with if she would let me. I could make her feel better than anything she was doing in there right now. I could give her the best orgasm of her life before fucking her senseless.
Sensing that she was done and getting ready to come out soon, I retreated back to the couch, turned on the TV, and pretended I hadn’t just heard her coming to the thought of me.