Chapter 35
LEXI
“My room, now,” I whispered as I moved to get up, but Brandon grabbed my arm across the table, stopping me.
“What about our no-sex clause?” he said through gritted teeth.
I knew he wanted to say, fuck it, too, but I also understood his hesitation.
It had only been a few weeks since we’d started this whole friends-first relationship, and while things were going really well, I was still afraid that sleeping with him again so soon would fuck everything up.
I looked into his eyes and gave him a sly smile. “Who said anything about sex?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh, my bad. Between that kiss earlier and the tone in which you demanded I come to your room, I assumed that’s what you meant. Did I misinterpret your intentions, Sweetheart?”
His stupid nickname for me had finally stopped annoying me, but then it only got me hotter for him—as if that were possible. “Come with me, okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed, and we walked to my room. Once safely inside, I locked the door and stood with my back against it. Brandon crowded into my space. Leaning down, he breathed into my ear, “What now?”
I clenched my legs tightly together, attempting to relieve the tension building there. “Why are you making this so hard?”
“I think that’s my line,” he chuckled.
I burst out laughing. “You’re such an idiot.”
“An idiot with a raging hard-on thanks to you,” he chuckled, and pressed into me, making me very aware of the effect I had on him.
I moved a hand between us to palm his erection, causing him to groan. “Baby, you’d better stop, or I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself. And trust me when I say, then everyone in this cabin will know about us.”
“Oh, Brando,” I said as I rubbed his cock through his sweatpants. “There are lots of things we can do that aren’t sex.”
Brandon’s crumbling resolve gave way, and then his mouth was on mine. Tangled in a ferocious kiss, we pawed at one another. We moved in sync until he was on top of me in the bed.
All I wanted was to give in and fuck this man’s brains out, but I was determined to stick to the plan—at least for now. Sucking his cock surely didn’t count, right? Maybe just some moist humping? Was that a thing? It definitely wouldn’t be dry humping because I was already soaked.
“Sweetheart, we are getting dangerously close to crossing the line,” Brandon breathed into my mouth as his dick rubbed just where I needed it.
“Keep your clothes on,” I rushed out, grinding myself up into him.
“Fuck, Lexi. You feel so good. Fuuuuck.” His hand reached under my top and palmed my breast, causing me to arch into him.
“Is this okay?” he asked, seeing how far I was willing to go.
It was my idea to bring him in here, but what exactly did I want to happen?
Old Lexi would have already had him balls deep in her, but I was trying my best not to lead with my whore of a vagina anymore.
“Yeah, that’s great. Wait, no, sit up against the headboard.”
Brandon reluctantly moved off of me and towards the headboard, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the floor as he went. “Didn’t I just tell you to keep your clothes on?” I chuckled as I began crawling towards him.
“It’s hot in here, and besides, my dick is still safely tucked away in these flimsy sweatpants.” He snickered and palmed his cock through his pants. “Lexi, maybe I should go upstairs.”
I licked my lips. “Brandon, I need to come. It’s been far too long.”
“But you want us to keep our clothes on?”
“Is that okay?” I asked as I straddled him, his hands gripping my waist.
“Of course, Sweetheart. We’re going to go at your pace. I want this to work, and I’m willing to wait as long as you need.”
“Honestly, I don’t want to wait.” I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against his hard length.
“I want you to fuck my brains out, but I also know that we made this arrangement because we both didn’t want to fall into old habits.
” Continuing to grind myself into him, I let out a small moan.
“I really like you, Brando, and I don’t want to fuck up how things have been going, but I need to come.
Like I really need it. I’m wound so fucking tight.
” I ran my hands down his chest, appreciating every ripple of muscle.
“I’ve got you, Lexi.” He lifted his hips, his cock putting the perfect amount of pressure on my sensitive clit.
“Oh, fuck, Brandon. That feels so good.”
His hands grabbed my ass roughly, pulling me closer. With our faces close, he demanded, “Use me, Sweetheart. I want you to grind that perfect pussy of yours on my cock until you come.” Oh, fuck yeah!
Had hotter words ever been said? My pussy clenched at nothing, begging to be filled, but this would have to do for now. I started at a slow, steady pace, rubbing my clit against him. I bit my lip, stifling a moan.
“Let it out, baby. I want to hear how good this feels,” he growled and then jerked his hips up into me again, causing my breath to catch.
Determined to come quickly and put myself out of my misery, I placed my hands on his shoulders and picked up my pace. Brandon’s breaths were ragged, his cock growing impossibly harder.
“Oh my God, you feel so good,” I called out—a little louder than I meant to.
“That’s right, Lex. Let go. Come all over me.” His hands were everywhere. Teasing my nipples, gripping my thighs, and dragging me roughly against him.
I was ready to pop—so fucking close. He gripped my neck and pulled me in for a frenzied kiss, pushing me further into his erection.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “Fuck, Lexi, I’m gonna come.” Brandon’s words sent me over the edge. My orgasm came crashing through me, sending shockwaves throughout my whole body. My head fell back as I rode out the seemingly endless waves of pleasure.
My body fell against Brandon’s as he ground out his own release. “Jesus Christ,” he laughed. “I can’t believe I just came in my pants.”
I chuckled into his chest. “Seriously, how old are we?”
He kissed my temple. “Well, you said we had to keep our clothes on. I just didn’t expect a full-on dry hump session.”
I sat up to look at him. “There was nothing dry about that, I assure you.”
Suddenly, I was being lifted off his lap, and he repositioned us so that we were lying on our sides facing one another.
I started to get up, but he stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to clean up quick. It’s a mess down here.” I motioned to my crotch.
“We can get cleaned up in a bit. Just lie here with me for a few minutes.”
I groaned but lay back down. We stared at each other for a minute before I looked away.
He brushed a strand of hair from my face and then turned my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.
“I know this is hard for you. Even though we kept our clothes on, you’re used to running for the hills after you come.
Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.
” His thumb caressed my cheek, and then he pulled my leg up over his hip, drawing me in closer.
I looked at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. He was right. I had wanted to run.
“Lexi.”
“This is hard for me, okay? I have feelings for you that I don’t know how to deal with.
You’re right, though. My first thought was to get the fuck out of here.
But truthfully,” My gaze settled back onto his beautiful face.
“I like you, and spending time with you these past few weeks has actually been a lot of fun.”
“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?”
“But old habits die hard. I’ve done the work and talked about all of this in therapy, but this is definitely a test for me. That I’m still here and having this conversation, I think, says something though.”
“It does. I’m proud of you.”
I slapped at him. “Oh God, stop it.”
He grabbed my hand and placed it over the blank space on his chest. “I’m serious, Lexi. Your staying and talking with me proves that you’re really trying, and I’m so proud of you for that.”
“Thank you. Now, can we please get cleaned up before I give myself a UTI?”
The next thing I knew, I was being hoisted over his shoulder, causing me to yelp loudly. “You ass!”
“Hmmm, now this is an ass,” he laughed as he slapped mine hard enough that it echoed throughout the room.
“Shhhh! I’m not ready for these idiots to know about us. I want to stay in this perfect bubble we’ve made for ourselves.”
He set me down in the en suite. “Perfect, huh?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love it,” he teased and then turned on the shower.
“What are you doing?” I yelped when he pulled off his pants. My eyes immediately zeroed in on his impressive and half-hard again cock.
“We are getting cleaned up. Now strip.”
“What happened to keeping our clothes on?”
“That was before I nutted in my pants like a teenager.” His laugh made my chest feel funny. Most things he did made me feel things I wasn’t accustomed to feeling.
Since I had just had the orgasm that I’d been waiting months for, I figured I was less likely to jump his bones, and being naked never bothered me, so I figured, what the hell, and pulled my shirt up over my head.
His eyes briefly focused on my chest before he turned to test the shower temperature.
And then, in one of the many fuck it moments I’d had since we started seeing each other again, I decided to just go with it.
I moved past him and into the shower. It was just a shower.
No big deal. Two adults can shower together.
Brandon stepped in behind me, brushed my hair over my shoulder, and leaned in to place a kiss on my neck. “Good girl.”
I spun and placed my hands on his chest. “Absolutely not.”
His chuckle, paired with the accompanying handsome smile, almost did me in, but I held my ground. “You cannot be good girling me while we’re doing this whole no-sex thing. It’s not fair,” I whined. “I only have so much willpower here, Brando.”
His hand gripped my neck as he brought his face close to mine. “Okay, Sweetheart. Whatever you say.” His other hand moved behind me to retrieve the body wash. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t want to be responsible for your UTI.”
I held out a hand and deposited a healthy amount of body wash into my palm.
As I began lathering it up in my hands, Brandon did the same.
Then this motherfucker started washing me.
His hands slid over the curves of my body easily, but I was so focused on the feel of his hands on me that the body wash in my hands was quickly forgotten.
I turned my back to him, and his hands moved to massage my shoulders. I groaned.
“Feel good?” he asked, increasing the pressure slightly.
“So good,” I practically moaned.
“Careful,” he warned. “I only have so much willpower, too, Sweetheart.” His erection slid against my ass, causing me to push back into him.