Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
CHLOE
“Today was perfect,” I tell Brantley as we walk into the suite he rented out for us.
I never imagined that I would be here with Brantley. I always wanted a man who would go places with me and do the things I loved. I’ve had boyfriends in the past, but it was always all about them.
When I decided to start putting myself first, the men I dated didn’t want anything to do with me. I had started thinking I would never find a man who would want me for who I am.
Then this beautiful man walked into my life. I thought he was the devil, but he was an angel in disguise.
Still, I feel like I’m falling too fast. I’m scared of what will happen when I finally hit the ground.
“It was. Did you have fun?” he asks.
“It was the best day of my life,” I tell him honestly.
“Good. I hope to give you many more ‘best days’” he says, wrapping me up from behind.
“We didn’t need all of this.” I wave toward the room.
“Sure we did. How else would I be able to do this?” He pushes me toward the couch, bending me over it.
Next thing I know, my dress is flipped up, and my panties are pulled to the side.
“Oh,” I moan out as he starts eating me out from behind.
He doesn’t respond, licking me from pussy to taint before burying two fingers inside of me.
“Brantley, please,” I beg, going up on my tiptoes as he finger fucks me hard, his teeth biting into my ass.
“Oh no, Chloe. You don’t get to come on my fingers. The only place you are allowed to come is on my cock,” he tells me.
I shiver in response.
He slows, standing behind me. “You want my cock?” he asks.
“Yes. Please.”
“Where do you want it?” he asks.
“My pussy.”
“Fuck, it’s so hot to hear you say that. I want to bury myself in you raw. Fuck, I need to stop before I lose control,” he mutters to himself.
“Lose control. Fuck me raw. Please.”
He doesn’t listen. He pulls away from me. I turn, grabbing him as I sit on the edge of the couch. I undo his pants quickly, pulling him forward to lock him between my legs.
“We need a condom, babe. I want to. So fucking much, but I won’t risk you like that,” he tells me.
“I’m clean and celibate. I also have an IUD. I assume you are clean?” I ask.
“Yes, and celibate too,” he informs me.
“Good. Then fuck me. Fill me up with your cum. I want it. I want you.”
“You are a fucking temptress.” He leans down, kissing my lips.
I kiss him back, rubbing my pussy against him. He reaches down, his lips still fused to mine, as he pulls my panties aside and lines up his cock with my entrance.
In one thrust, he plunges into me. I arch my back at how full I feel with him inside of me. I’ve never fucked someone raw before. I didn’t think it would feel that different, but it does. Or maybe it feels different for me because my feelings for him are different.
I haven’t admitted it to him yet, but I’m in love with him. I can feel it in the way his touch drives me wild. The way his laugh brings me joy. Or how I hurt when he hurts.
Brantley is my other half. This is only proving it further.
“Oh, fuck. You are so tight. I could fuck you for a lifetime and never get enough,” he rasps into my ear.
I hold on to him tightly as he continues to fuck me hard. My nails dig into his skin, my pussy clenching around him. His moves match my own as if we are in sync.
“Brantley!” I scream so loud, my throat grows raw.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere. One minute, I’m on the ride with Brantley, and the next my eyes have fallen closed as my body falls into a blissful haze.
“Fuck. I can feel you coming around me. Chloe, baby. Fuck,” I hear him mutter as he jerks inside of me.
The warmth fills me, reminding me that there is nothing between us. Not physically, not mentally, and not spiritually.
In this moment, I feel like I have finally let myself go. I’ve given my all to this man. It’s the scariest experience I have ever felt.
“Are you okay?” he whispers against my ear.
I pant heavily, my feelings rushing forward.
I’m not okay. I’m not okay at all because I love this man.
I love him, and I want to tell him.
He pulls back, cupping my face. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Fuck. How do I make it better?”
My heart races, and my hands feel clammy. I blow out a shaky breath, and I tell him, “I love you.” I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable.
You’re too much.
No one could love someone as crazy as you.
Who would want to spend their life with a klutz?
“I fucking love you, Chloe. I’ve been trying to show you how I feel for a while now. I didn’t want to scare you off, but fuck, I think I’ve loved you since the moment I caught you naked in my living room.”
My eyes flutter open, the tears falling. “Really?”
“Really. Could you not tell? I thought I was being obvious.”
I laugh through my tears. “I’m a bit oblivious sometimes.”
“Well, then I guess I will have to show you again and again. I will tell you every day. I never want you to doubt it.”
I don’t feel like I deserve it, but it feels good to know that he loves me. That he feels the same.
I feel like it’s surreal. I feel like someone is going to be calling out “gotcha” at any moment.
There’s no way this is real life.
But the way he is looking at me is telling me that it is very real, and he is planning to show me how real right now.
When he picks me up, his cock still in me, I let out a gasp.
This man loves me.
Could life get any better?
brANTLEY
She loves me.
I lie next to Chloe, running my fingers through her hair as she sleeps.
I can’t believe she said it first. I want to wake her up and punish her for stealing it from me, but then I want to pleasure her for saying it at all.
I thought I would have to wait for a long time to hear those words from her. The way she has her walls built up around her had me thinking any hint of the “L” word would send her running for the hills.
Then she blurted the words out as if she couldn’t hold them in any longer.
How long has she been feeling this way?
It doesn’t even matter.
She loves me.
I feel like a sap watching her sleep like this. I fucked her three more times before she finally passed out. Even now, I want to fuck her again. I can’t get enough of her.
If I could, I would crawl inside of her and live there. It’s such a creepy thing to think, but it’s true. I want her with me always. Every chaotic part of her.
She moves in her sleep, seeking me out. I hold her close to me.
“How are you awake right now?” she asks on a yawn.
“I’m energized. Loving you does that to me,” I tell her.
She groans. “You are so cheesy. I swear.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. It works for you.”
“Go back to sleep. You’re sleepy,” I demand.
“I can’t sleep if you are awake. It’s weird,” she murmurs.
“I’m fine holding you. I like it.”
She moves, swinging her leg over to straddle my hips. “Then hold me,” she says, lifting up as she positions my cock at her entrance.
Slowly, she allows herself to sink onto me. I don’t know how she isn’t sore, but I don’t complain. I let her set the pace.
She keeps it slow, making love to me instead of fucking me. Her hand lands on my chest as she stares into my eyes, working herself over me. I grip her hips, helping her move as she moves over me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp out.
She picks up her pace, moving faster. “You’re gorgeous,” she manages to breathe out.
I can tell she is chasing that orgasm when she thrusts a little too long, sliding my cock out as it hits her pelvic bone.
“Ohhh, fuck,” I groan, my hand cupping my dick as it throbs.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Are you okay? How can I help?” She jumps off of me, standing at the side of the bed.
“Nothing.” I wheeze. “It will go away.”
At least, I hope.
“Oh god. You’re going to hate me now.”
“No. Still love you,” I manage to choke out through the pain.
“Ice. I’ll get ice.”
She rushes out of the room as I lie there wondering if I will ever be able to breathe again.
When she comes back, she has ice in a towel. I hold it to my crotch as I lie in bed trying to breathe.
“Get in bed with me, Chloe,” I demand.
“I don’t want to hurt you again.” She sounds scared.
I open my eyes and look directly at her. “Get your fine ass over here and cuddle with me. It will make me feel better.”
She hesitantly climbs into bed. I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer. My dick still hurts, but it’s getting better.
“I am so sorry, Brantley.”
“Stop apologizing. It happens,” I tell her.
“Really? It’s never happened to me before,” she says.
“You were into it. Sometimes things get a little too fast, and it slips out. No big deal. I will be okay. I just need a minute,” I tell her.
“My poor little guy,” she murmurs.
“Wow, kick a guy when he’s down,” I tease.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“He’s not little.”
“Oh. Men are so weird about that. He is little in comparison to the rest of you, so yes. He’s a little guy. Now this little guy happens to be big enough to rearrange my guts, but still little.”
I burst out in laughter then groan when my dick aches. “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”
“I didn’t make you laugh. You made the choice to laugh on your own.”
I shake my head. “You make me laugh by being you, and it’s one of the reasons I love you.”
“You still love me?” She sounds so vulnerable.
I kiss her temple. “Of course I do. Nothing will change that. Not even some light penis damage.”
“I could kiss him and make him better,” she offers.
I squeeze her tighter. “When he’s feeling better. For now, let’s rest while we can.”
As she cuddles in next to me, I know I meant it too.
Nothing will be able to make me fall out of love with this girl.
“Who would have thought that we would be here?” she whispers sleepily.
“I did. Or at least I wanted to be,” I admit to her.
“I don’t believe that,” she says.
“I know you don’t, but it’s true. I always liked the way you called me on my shit. You were refreshing. Unlike any other girl I had ever met. You rejected me, so I figured I would never get my shot. I matched your energy,” I tell her.
“Then I moved in.”
“Then you moved in. You turned my plain, boring world upside down like a tornado had ripped through my life.”
“Do you regret it? Letting me move in?” she asks.
“Never. I would take a million days of chaos with you over one day of calmness that I lived before you.”
“Hmm. That’s sweet. You’re very charming.”
“You once said that like it’s an insult,” I remind her.
“I thought it was, but I’m starting to see how it could be a good thing.”
She yawns, making her whole body shake.
She’s exhausted.
“Go to sleep.” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.
She snuggles in, doing as I said. As soon as she is sound asleep, I let myself drift off, holding the girl who features in my dreams.