21. Twenty-One #2
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t and he didn’t need me to, but my dick pulsed its agreement.
“You should see them when they’re really together,” he sighed, “That night out on the water trampoline, their skin under the hot July moonlight, I…”
“Creep,” I breathed. All while yearning to hear more. He just laughed lightly, “She takes direction so beautifully. And fuck me, the way his ass clenched with every thrust into her…”
“Stop!”
I couldn’t listen to him anymore. Pre-cum was leaking at my tip and if I had to listen to any more of this, there would be no stopping my orgasm.
With a knowing smile he asked, “You alright there? Can I give you a hand with anything?”
The urge to just give in and get myself off was so strong. My thighs practically shook from holding back. Through gritted teeth, I managed to beg, “Would you just leave? Please?!”
“No.” It was a firm answer. He watched me and took a step away from the wall. My eyes shot wide.
“Besides, I don’t think you really want me to.”
He shrugged and took another step my way.
I had to blow out a breath and grip the slippery fabric of my shorts to keep my hands from straying back to where my body wanted them so badly.
Brennon’s wolfish smile came out as he stepped even closer.
There was barely two feet between us now, less if you measured from where the end of my dick still tented my shorts.
His eyes darted to the obvious bulge as if commanded.
“I think you’re struggling, Cole, and not just with that hard-on.”
“Oh, yeah?” It came out more teasing than I’d meant it to. I never could resist it when Brennon taunted me.
“Yeah, I think you’re confused, and turned on, and too busy hating yourself to actually get off.” He took one more step, and then, in slow-motion, he sank, inch by fucking inch until he knelt at my feet.
“You know, I don’t do this for just anyone.” He looked up at me, his standard smirk still evident, even as his tongue played with the new piercing on his lower lip.
I tried to hold back. To step back. But looking down at Brennon, who, even on his knees, still came up past my waist. His face was so close to my hip, to my skin, that I swore I could feel the chill from the metal lip ring.
I hated it. Hated that the contrast made my skin feel even hotter.
Made my fingers crawl back around my shaft.
He never looked up at me. He was too busy watching how I worked myself over and over.
His breath stuttered briefly as my hand paused at the head of my cock.
I bit down on my tongue to keep from groaning, but some desperate sound must have escaped since he did look up then, and whispered, “I’m only doing this now because you need it.
We can’t afford to lose focus right now, so just this once, use me. ”
My restraint snapped. In a way I hadn’t let it since I was sixteen. It snapped right in two. I clawed my hands into his stick-straight strands and forced him to look me in the eyes again.
“Just this once.” I swore. To him and myself, before asking just one of the thousand questions that had haunted me since last summer, “What was it like?”
“Which one?” I didn’t bother to reply, just yanked harder on his hair, “Fuck, okay. Close your eyes.”
“Don’t fuck with me right now, Grace.”
“I’m not. I promise.”
I looked down. His blue eyes that had looked so lost lately, were now trained on me.
So, I decided to do something I hadn’t done since I was sixteen.
I decided to trust Brennon Grace. The second I shut my eyes; I could feel his hot breath skirt against my skin.
When he started speaking, in that same raspy voice he used when he sang, I swear my balls tightened a fraction more.
“First, she was timid, slow.”
I wasn’t expecting it, so the touch of his mouth against the head of my dick nearly staggered me. It was gone just as quick, and his voice was back, “But, bit by bit, she got braver, slowly taking it deeper.”
This time, I’m half expecting the touch, so I don’t lose my footing, but when his mouth drops a little further down my shaft, I swear all the blood left in my body rushed there. Then, he was gone again, just when I needed more.
“Once she’d had a taste, she started to explore.”
He demonstrated, taking me back into his mouth, only, instead of the pull I craved, his tongue ran in wild patterns up and down, before flattening out, but only for a few seconds. This time, when his mouth lifted off, I grunted, missing the heat.
“But then, fuck, she did the hottest thing, man. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes of hers and begged me, she fucking begged me.”
“What did she beg for?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“She begged me to fuck her face.”
Before my brain could even process that, his lips wrapped around me, and this time, I felt the incredible pull of his mouth.
He sucked me all the way to the back of his throat while his hands, those long fingers, so perfect for hard-to-reach chords, grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me even further.
Only then did it fully click. He wasn’t just telling me what it was like with Toni.
He was showing me. Letting me feel, albeit second-hand, what it had been like.
What it could be like. And that’s when I lost myself completely.
My body took over. Keeping that tight hold on Brennon’s head, I rocked my hips forward, slamming into his throat over and over again.
He never fought, never resisted. I kept my eyes closed, and though sometimes it was Toni’s mouth I pictured, the slight coolness of the lip ring reminded me over and over that it was Brennon with his mouth on me.
That didn’t stop me though, I just fucked into him harder and harder, until my balls drew up tight.
He hummed around my shaft, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, coming in thick spurts over his tongue.
After so long without any human touch–basically since Michele broke up with me more than a year ago–it was a miracle I had lasted that long. What felt like minutes later, I finally regained enough sense to pull away.
Like I was waking from a fugue state, the reality of what I’d just let happen in the dark crashed in on me.
I stumbled until my back hit the wall behind me.
Using it for support, I pulled my shorts up and tucked myself away.
With my eyes open again, I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help looking at Brennon still knelt on the wood floor.
His eyes searched mine. The silence hung heavier than it ever had between us. He ran his thumb along his lips, wiping what we’d done away with a sigh, before he stood up.
“Better?”
I couldn’t answer him. Looking at him, looking down at my body that had given in to something I swore to myself I’d never do again.
Something that was weak and pathetic, that I’d let die back when I let that sixteen-year-old kid I used to be die too.
Back when I hadn’t been able to look in mirror without hearing Carl’s voice calling me a ‘sissy’, or a ‘pansy’, or worse.
Those were all the words playing on repeat in my head now. The only words I could hear until,
“Cole!”
“Cole!”
“I still think my plan could work.”
“Plan?”
“With Mitchell. We need to do something. About him. And, fuck, I think Xavi and Birdie are right, we need to consider her brother in this whole mess, too.”
As soon as he said Mitchell’s name, the threats he’d made back in the Section Office came flooding back. Hints of secrets, of things witnessed in the dark that I could never face, would all be thrown into the light if Brennon’s plan worked.
Everyone would know. She would know what I’d done. How I’d been the one to ruin everything. Looking at Brennon, his brain was already somersaulting six steps forward, and I couldn’t face that.
“And what if he says something, huh? What then?” I spit in a rushed whisper, “About Nick or…or…” I choked, unable to say it, especially now. After what just happened here.
“Oh,” he replied, lips rounding over the words. I couldn’t stop looking at them, “Now I get it, that’s what you’re really scared of.”
“Fuck you. I’m not afraid of Mitchell Greer.”
I wouldn’t have believed me either, the way my voice wavered.
“Oh, yeah?” He was back on his feet now, but still just as close to me. His hand came up and he walked his fingers over my shoulder to the neckline of my t-shirt. I shivered and shook like a little bitch as he gripped my collar.
“Say the word, Cole. Say it. Bis—”
I couldn’t. Around me, the whole room spun.
The walls, and the dark, and Brennon all pushed in at me.
I was sweating. I couldn’t breathe. I had to get out.
I pushed Bren away, hard. Harder than I meant to.
He tripped and fell. I didn’t stop. Didn’t help him.
I just ripped open the shed door and ran. Right into Toni’s back.