Chapter 12 Angie #3
I do what he orders and my brain actually short-circuits when he sticks his thumbs in the pockets of my sweatpants and pulls them down my legs.
I kick them away when they’re at my ankles and stand in front of him in just an oversized shirt that comes down to mid-thigh.
I’m thankful we’re far enough away from the street where no one can see.
But still, the notion that we’re in the front room and not the privacy of a bedroom thrills me.
Is now a bad time to mention I’m not wearing underwear?
Brandon holds his hands out for me to take and pulls me toward him so I’m straddling his lap again.
He alleviates any of my nerves and takes my lips with his again, licking at my bottom lip, and rubbing soft circles with his thumb over my hip.
Slowly, I relax into his hold, and my building orgasm flies to the front of the line as the hand on my hip makes the familiar path to the front of my body, and I break the kiss.
His hazel eyes darken when he notices my lack of underwear, and I whimper at the first real swipe of his thumb over my clit.
“Fuck, you’re fucking drenched,” he says as he rubs in slow circles over my sensitive spot, pulling another whimper from me.
I feel like this is the first time anyone has really touched me.
And in a sense, it is. Before it was just a quick fix to get off—no feelings, no talking.
Just sex and a lackluster orgasm. But with Brandon, this feels different.
I feel like I’ll fall and come faster than ever with how much I like him and his touch combined with how real this feels.
After Liam died, the ways I sought comfort weren’t healthy.
I was drowning and I was yelling for someone to save me—to see me, and the only way to do that was to willingly hook up with willing strangers from the TapHouse.
They numbed the pain for a little while, but afterward, I just felt cold.
And more empty than before. But not with Brandon.
Just this small moment between us has warmed me all over.
Actually, every moment before this one has warmed me all over.
Brandon pulls back from our kiss to watch for my reaction as he slips a finger inside, but pauses, waiting to see if I’ll stop him.
When he sees nothing but sated bliss and a challenge on my face from just this small touch, he sinks his finger inside my pussy.
I clench around his finger at the intrusion, until my body relaxes–letting him inside.
A moan slips from my throat at the feel, and I rise on my knees and sink back down.
“Fucking beautiful,” he muses, and I feel him add another finger as I ride his hand and barrel toward the finish line of an orgasm that is not of my own doing.
“I need more,” I choke out, because at this point, his fingers are no longer enough.
Brandon pauses the pulsing of his fingers thinking he misheard me. Our eyes meet and it’s like that first drop on a roller coaster—that nervous, stomach-in-your-throat feeling.
“If you want more, that is,” I say, feeling like I swallowed a bucket of gravel.
I wince as he removes his fingers from my pussy, but my eyes widen when he places them in front of my mouth.
Wordlessly, I open my mouth and close my lips around his fingers.
My eyes close at the taste of me on him, and another moan rumbles in my throat as I wrap my hand around his wrist. I hear Brandon swear under his breath as he pulls his fingers from my mouth.
His heavy hand lands on my waist, and I watch as he gathers his thoughts. “I do. But I want you to know that this isn’t why I came over.”
Nodding, I stand and unbutton his jeans and pull them, along with his boxer briefs, down his hips until his cock springs free. “I know.”
“And I had hoped that we’d do this in bed where I’d bury my face in your cunt,” he says with not a trace of shyness, but still holds his hands out for me to take. Me, however, I’m a wreck from these words alone. “Not on an expensive couch.”
I snort and place my hands in his to climb back on the couch, straddling him and sitting closer to his knees. “Would you believe that I’m the only one who sits in here?”
Brandon grabs a condom out of his wallet and tears the foil. I watch in rapt fascination as he rolls it down his length. “For some reason, that doesn’t surprise me.”
“What else doesn’t surprise you?” I ask as I move up his body and take his lips in a searing kiss.
I rise to my knees and tremble as he rubs the tip of his length through my slit, coating himself in my arousal.
I break the kiss and rest my face in the crook of his neck as I tense when I feel him at my opening.
“Eyes on me, Angel,” Brandon says and taps on my backside. “I want to see your face when I impale you on my dick.”
I place a kiss on his neck and sit up. My hands tangle in his hair and our eyes lock. His wild eyes and mussed hair from me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. There’s no hiding, and when he thrusts up in me, my eyes stay on his while I cry out from the quick intrusion.
My head falls to his shoulder as I let my body accept him.
My thighs strain and shake from keeping myself up.
Taking a centering breath, I let my body relax and whimper as his cock slides a little deeper.
I trail kisses up his neck, over his jawline, and on his cheek, before resting my head on his forehead and then looking in his eyes.
“Beautiful. Just beautiful,” Brandon observes before he fuses our lips and tangles his tongue with mine as we begin to move together.
My body feels like it’s been lit on fire with the way he feels, and I gasp as he breaks the kiss and pulls my shirt up to take a nipple in his mouth.
He moans against me, and I clench around him as I continue to move my hips up and down his length.
My breath comes in quick pants as I drop into this moment with him.
Every thrust and roll of our hips drives me closer and closer to an orgasm.
Brandon reads my body like an expert because his hand comes around to the front of my body and slides down, applying delicious pressure to my clit as he ruts up into me while his mouth is still on my nipple.
He’s everywhere, and the sound of my arousal and slapping skin paired with our moans and gasps sends me over the cliff.
His thrusts get messy as I fall apart around him.
Without missing a beat, he lays me on my back and hikes my leg over his shoulder.
“Oh god,” I groan as he swivels his hips and thrusts inside of me, making my toes curl. “You’re too good at this.”
His cocky smirk slides over his face, and I know I’ve lost every battle I planned to fight him on. “And you’re going to come again.”
“I can’t,” I whine.
“Yes, you can,” he tells me and drops his hand to my clit again.
His body consumes me, and when I come for the second time, my orgasm takes my breath away as I feel his cock grow, swelling inside me before he spills himself into the condom with my name on his lips.
Brandon continues his lazy strokes and my hands run through his hair and over his back.
“Huh,” I say when I finally catch my breath.
“What, ‘huh’?” he asks and places a kiss on my neck.
“I didn’t think video game guys had it in them.”
“Did you think we were all lonely virgins?” Brandon asks teasingly and blows raspberries on my neck.
“Lonely? No. Virgin? Yes. But I’m very glad you’re neither.”
He pulls back and looks at me. “Me too.” With another kiss he pulls out of me and I suddenly mourn the loss of him. “Where’s your bathroom?”
I point toward the hallway. “Second door on the right.”
“Okay,” he says and stands up, leaving his dick hanging out of his pants. “Don’t move.”
I off-handedly hum, watching him walk out of the room, and it’s not lost on me that he kept his shirt on. What is he hiding?
When I was looking to feel anything after Liam died, I think I assumed sex was a born connector. But I never connected or felt anything—other than temporary relief for a few moments—with the other guys until Brandon.
“Next time,” Brandon begins as he comes back into the living room with a rag in his hand.
“Oh, there’s going to be next time?” I ask playfully and hold out my hand, but he continues on, cleaning me up like this is normal.
“You bet your ass there will be. As I was saying—the next time will be in my bed.”
My heart drops in excitement and his smirk confirms he knows that. He picks up my discarded sweatpants and looks at them before deciding against me putting them back on and takes my hands, pulling me up to a sitting position and placing a throw blanket over my exposed body.
“I hope you know that I didn't come over for this.” He repeats and points between the two of us as he sits back down.
“I know,” I respond and push his hair off his forehead, “but I’m not upset at the way it went.”
He snorts and leans forward, pressing a kiss on the tip of my nose, and stands back up. “Me either. Come over tomorrow morning, and we’ll have a late breakfast and then head to the course together.”
“Okay,” I say rather bashfully for someone who just got their brain scrambled and follow him to the front door.
“Thank you for letting me listen to you play.”
“You’re welcome,” I tell him, leaning on the door frame.
With the door wide open and in direct view of the Rawlins home, I’m slightly nervous that someone over there will see us. But who would they tell?
Brandon leans forward and kisses me on the top of my head, then turns around and bounds down the steps toward his car.
I watch him with a look of awe until he’s out of sight.
With a sigh, I close the front door and look around the front room—wondering if the last hour really happened.
I move into the room and refold the blanket, grab my sweats, snag my phone off the floor, and head upstairs for the night.
I think and think over and over until I fall into a restless sleep.