Twenty-One | Jasmin
Twenty-One
Jasmin
B rody’s story broke my heart.
Seeing him break down as he told the story about his father and losing him when he was just a teenager made me understand why he hated Christmas so much. I felt bad for asking, but I also felt honored to know something about him that no one else really knew. It also explained why he didn’t have a relationship with his mother, even though it made me angry that she had the nerve to call him a grinch. I didn’t know her very well and was thankful for that. She definitely didn’t sound like someone I wanted to know.
We moved all of the raffle baskets to the kitchen island so they were out of the way. It was incredible how much we had gotten done, and I felt the weight on my shoulders lift. This put me ahead on some of the stuff I had fallen so quickly behind on while I was stuck at Brody’s.
“I think I’m going to call it a night,” I said to Brody as we cleaned up the last of the supplies we had used for the baskets. “You’re welcome to stay up and watch TV or something if you’d like to. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or pantry. Coffee is already set to start brewing in the morning.”
“Thank you. I’ll probably call it a night as well.”
“Well, if you need anything, just let me know.”
He nodded his head, but not before I saw the look in his eyes.
Neither of us had bothered to discuss the kiss we’d shared in my office earlier, but I wasn’t sure now was the time for it. We were both tired and now emotionally drained after talking about his dad. Not knowing what to do, I leaned in and gave him a quick pat on his pec.
His eyebrow rose as he studied me, but I was too stunned by my own awkwardness to process that I should remove my hand from his body.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know what that is. Pretend I didn’t just do that.”
As I went to pull my hand away, he captured it with his and held it in place before wrapping his other around my waist and pulling me into him.
“I don’t regret kissing you earlier, and I’m not going to regret it now, either,” he said, his voice low and sultry.
My eyes blinked rapidly as my heart raced in my chest.
While we had already technically been intimate with each other—or more so, him pleasuring me—this felt different. More intimate. There was a connection between us that hadn’t been there before. Or if it was, it hadn’t felt this strong.
He let go of my hand and used his fingers to lift my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Then his lips slowly trailed over mine, the wetness of his tongue coating them.
I parted my lips, allowing him access as his tongue eagerly began to explore my mouth. His grip on me tightened as if he were afraid to let go. But I wasn’t going anywhere. No matter how many times I tried to deny it, this was what I wanted.
I lifted my hands and tugged on his short locks of hair, trying to pull him closer to me. His hands moved down to my ass and gripped it, lifting me to his hips as our mouths continued to try to devour each other.
“My bedroom,” I panted, barely pulling my mouth away from his long enough to get the words out.
“I thought you said it was off limits,” he teased, carrying me down the hallway.
“I was stupid. It’s definitely on limits.”
“I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“Ugh. Just shut up and keep kissing me.” I grabbed his head in my hands and held it still as I kissed him, thankful I didn’t make him trip and fall since he couldn’t see where he was going. But Brody struck me as the kind of person who could find his way in complete darkness because within a few minutes, we were in my room and he was lowering me to the bed.
“Clothes off,” I insisted, pointing to his hoodie and jeans as I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. He was moving way too slowly for my liking as he watched me shimmy out of my yoga pants and toss them as well. “Now, Brody.”
He chuckled and kicked off his boots, painfully slow I might add. Then took his sweet time removing the rest of his clothes, leaving just his black boxer briefs that outlined his erection perfectly.
I swallowed hard as I stared down at it, knowing things were about to get really good.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, extending his hands out to his side.
“No.” I shook my head. “That’s what I want.” I pointed to his dick, smiling when he looked down and gripped it with his hand.
“You sure about that?”
“More sure than anything I’ve ever been surer about before.” I knew my words didn’t make sense, and I wasn’t even sure what order they came out in. None of that mattered because I had cock on the brain, and it was making me stupid. “Now, gimme.”
His grin spread across his cheeks as he climbed onto the bed beside me, taking in the matching black lace bra and panty set I had put on earlier when I changed into comfy clothes—not that this was premeditated or anything...
“This is nice,” he said, hooking his finger under the thin bra strap and pulling it down before kissing my shoulder.
“Thanks.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my skin while his hands explored the rest of my body.
“Maybe we should take it off.”
“I think that’s a great idea. These too,” I said, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“Would that make you happy?” he asked, leaning onto his elbow and watching me.
“Very.” I nodded, my eyes lowering as he pulled them off and threw them to the floor. His cock wasn’t just long—it was thick and veiny—just how I imagined. I quickly removed my bra and panties, not minding the chill against my skin as a wave of goosebumps spread over it.
I licked my lips and leaned forward, pushing him on his back before lowering myself between his legs.
“Nope,” he said, grabbing my thigh and keeping me from moving any further.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like head?”
“I love it. But I’m not going to wait for my dessert while you get to have yours. Bring that tight little pussy up here, and let me eat it while you’re doing that.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I had read about people doing this, but I’d never personally tried this position.
“You want to sixty-nine?” I asked, my voice suddenly quiet and uncertain.
“Yeah. It’ll be fun. We can get each other off at the same time, then get to the even better stuff.”
I chewed my lower lip as I considered it.
“I’ve never done it before,” I admitted.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he quickly assured me. “I just thought it might be fun. Plus, I really don’t want to wait to taste you.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding my head. “We can try it. How do you want me to get up there?”
He laid down on his back and then extended his hands to me.
“Climb up here and turn to face the wall, like you would if you were doing reverse cowgirl.”
I furrowed my brow, obviously not as experienced in the bedroom as he was.
“Here, give me your hands, and I’ll help you.”
I did as he said and tried to hold my balance as he guided me until I was practically sitting on his face. My stomach felt like it was on fire as anxiety rushed through me about having my private parts literally in his face. I knew that it wasn’t any different with how close they were when he went down on me, but that was different. He could move away at a moment’s notice if he didn’t want to be down there. In this position, he would be stuck until I decided to move. What if I smothered him? Even worse—what if I accidentally farted or something? No one—and I repeat, NO ONE would be able to come back from that.
“Stop overthinking it,” he said, giving my ass a quick slap and freeing me from my obsessive thoughts. “Just sit on my face and stop worrying. I’ll be fine. I know how to breathe, and if I die, at least I’ll go out doing something I love.”
“That’s not funny,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder. “I don’t want to have to tell people that I killed you by sitting on your face.”
“You’re not going to. I was just kidding.”
I scrunched my face and looked away, nearly forgetting all my worries as I found his cock waiting for me.
I shifted my weight and lowered my head over his dick, slowly taking it into my mouth as I gripped the base of it firmly in my hands. He groaned before covering my slit with his mouth, his tongue quickly parting my folds and swiping in between.
Neither of us was going to last long at this rate, but that didn’t matter right now. We had all night to enjoy each other.
My cheeks hollowed as I took him to the back of my throat, knowing he was trying not to come as he squeezed my thighs harder. He began sucking my clit, nearly sending me over the edge as I gagged and worked him harder with my hands, taking a few seconds to caress his balls.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he said abruptly, pulling away long enough that my clit throbbed from being so close to release.
“Then you’d better fuck me,” I replied after pulling him free and stroking him.
I climbed down carefully, making sure not to kick him accidentally. Since he was already on his back, I climbed over and straddled him, sliding him right inside of me.
My eyes closed as I felt his hands on my hips, slowing my motions until I adjusted to him being inside of me. I let my head fall back as my hands roamed over my breasts, the tight buds already begging to be sucked. He lifted his hips and thrust to let me know he was ready.
I opened my eyes and smiled down at him as I leaned forward, allowing my breasts to hang in front of his face. He eagerly took the lead and began playing with them, pulling each nipple into his mouth and sucking while I rode his cock.
I wanted nothing more than to come, and the way my clit was rubbing against his cock, I could get there very quickly. He sucked harder as if knowing I was already almost there. The combination of pain and pleasure was too much, and within seconds, I felt the walls of my pussy contract and spasm around him as I came.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling away from my breasts as he gripped my hips so hard his fingers dug into my skin. “Shit, Crazy Boot Lady!”
I held back a laugh until I felt his body relax beneath me, knowing that he had come. He sighed heavily, his eyes still shut for a moment while I stared down at him.
When he finally opened them, I playfully narrowed mine at him and put my hands on my hips.
“Did you seriously just yell out Crazy Boot Lady as you came?”