Chapter Twelve - Stroking Swiss
brIE SHOVES THE boxes off of the table with both arms. “I’m so very tired of cleaning,” he declares, gripping the table’s edge and staring up at me. Fire sparks in his icy eyes and I’m starting to melt. “Let’s get dirty.”
I almost giggle at the corny line, but the ferocity in his tone chokes me. Brie roughs up his hair until one eye hides behind the blond fringe. Pacing toward me like a visually impaired tiger, he licks his lips, then launches forward. Both of his hands glide around my waist and slip below my shirt.
“How’s that?” he snarls and rakes his nails up my back.
“Oh, yes. That spot right there!” I cry out, giving in to the thrill of him scratching the unreachable.
“Um…” Brie blinks and shakes back his hair. A playful smile darts across his lips, but he wrangles them back into a sneer. “Here!” he says before cupping the small of my back and kissing me. As he plies open my lips with his tongue, his hands find gainful employment. One keeps dragging his nails down my back, catching my bra band with each go. The other slips down to cling to my hip, pressing me against his chest.
I struggle to keep up with his adventurous tongue, constantly getting distracted by the bulge riding right below my navel. Brie moans around my lips, his pronounced Adam’s apple trembling. His eyes are shut so tight and his cheeks flush to a strawberry milkshake pink.
It’s adorable. I trace my palm down his chest, a cascading drum set beating below my hand. Fine, soft hair beckons me down the dip of his sternum toward his belly button. For being the quiet, bookish one, he’s hirsute like a golden bear. I roll my fingers through it, aching to give a tug.
Suddenly, Brie lunges forward. His eyes open wide and he clamps both of his hands to my ass. “Let’s do it,” he declares, sounding rather iffy on both the verb and noun in that sentence.
I giggle in the familiar awkward dance of two people trying to figure out where best to touch someone new when my feet leave the ground. Brie hefts me up onto the table. In a panic—from not anticipating his move and one of the legs wobbling under me—I wrap my arms around his head and hang on for dear life.
“Violette?” He cries out from below my chest. Oh god, I’m smothering him with my tits.
“Sorry.” I order my fingers to let go and he takes a deep breath.
Brie drops an elbow to the table, and the leg rocks to the right. I flail, trying to keep myself steady and grip onto the edge instead of him. He shakes back his hair and smiles at me. “There,” he declares like a mission-accomplished banner should unfurl from the ceiling.
His fingertips skirt from my chin up to my jaw, and he bends down to kiss me. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, straining to meet him, my eyes closed tight and heart pounding. He doesn’t kiss like I expect. There isn’t an uncertainty to his touch, nor does he overcompensate by overpowering me. Instead, Brie coyly leads me in this makeout dance. A glance of his tongue against my mouth parts my lips, then we’re rolling together.
I sit up higher, losing myself in his touch. Brie grows more daring and breaks away to suck on the hollow of my ear.
“Holy…wow,” I gasp, cupping the back of his head. As I pull him closer, the table rocks to the left, squeezing my thighs together. “Umph.” A moan slips out from the long-ignored throb rising from my clit.
Wrap your legs around that sexy, skinny Viking. Split yourself in half on that teasing cock.
I reach for his pants and manage to get a pinkie under his waistband when Brie sits back. “You…” He tousles his hair to the other side of his head, then he growls. “You’re far too overdressed.”
He lifts his hands off of the table and rounds them over my hips while pressing his forehead to mine. A soft pant begins as he catches my shirt and starts to lift it. Just as Brie reaches my breasts, I kiss him. He nearly abandons my shirt entirely to hold my cheek, but the promise of naked tits must beckon him onward.
With a little roar, he yanks my blouse off. “There. Now you won’t get…clean.” Brie says, his face crumpling as it turns red.
Awkwardness creeps in again, so I take him by the hand. “Yes. Make me dirty,” I cry out, guiding his palm toward my breast. Even hiding below a wash-day bra, my tits entrance Brie. He pauses with his hand cupped around one and a small gasp breaks free.
“Wow,” he whispers, then dives in. Lips kiss mine, then plunge down my neck. Fingers sweep over my bra, then tuck under the cups to brush over the skin below. I squirm, trying to encourage him to go for the hooks on the bra.
Okay. This is taking too long.
I undo them myself, my ass bouncing back and forth on the table. As I toss my bra away, the table bucks, sending my tits flying to Brie’s absolute delight. His eyes are a full moon as he takes in my one inverted nipple and the mess of stretch marks running up the sides to my armpit.
“My…Violette, your breasts are gorgeous. Beautiful.” He wraps both palms around them and gives a quick honk. I laugh and slide back his hair to look into his eyes.
“I’m glad you like them.”
“I love them. They’re…” Brie’s happy exclamation fades. He narrows his eyes and another low growl breaks out. “I’m going to fuck you, hard. Shove your legs open and take you without end.”
Sounds good to me.
I reach for my jeans, but he beats me to it. Kissing my neck, he undoes the button. While tugging down the zipper, he sucks then nips my stretch marks. As he wrenches my pants over my ass, he puckers around my nipple and circles it with his tongue.
I cry out, bucking to meet his lips and wiggle my damn pants off. Cool air strikes my famished pussy. I’ve gushed straight through my panties. I worm my legs around with Brie’s help, growing wetter with each press of my thighs.
My vagina keeps screaming that there’s a cock right under those corduroys. Pry that baby out and let”s take it for a spin.
The last of my jeans make it past my ankles and I kick. “Whoa!” The table spins under me. I hang on for dear life and Brie slams a hand down, pinning it in place.
Hot.
My body falls forward and legs part. They have to wrap around his waist or else I’d eat floor. A whimper slips out from the ribbed fabric gliding up my vulva and clit thanks to the straining cock below.
“God’s wounds,” Brie cries out and he flexes his hips. It bounces me up on him and I regret every terrible word I’ve thought about corduroy. This fabric is fantastic.
I hook my hand to his shoulder and start to grind back just as Brie thrusts faster. “Yes,” I shout, losing my mind over this half-dry humping. Watching the wet stain spread across his crotch from me is fucking dirty and exhilarating.
“Ah!” I yelp. Hands clasp to my hips and yank me forward. I land on his trapped cock, causing Brie to moan against my neck. He kisses harder than before while grinding. I try to give back, but I can’t get a good grip.
I latch onto his shoulder to lift myself up when Brie reaches behind to take the table. He wrenches it up until a back leg leaves the ground.
Oh, fuck. I’m losing my mind between wanting this to never end, and for his pants to be gone already. Maybe one quick orgasm before the main event. I squeeze my thighs tighter and wrap my legs back around his, yanking him closer.
Yes. Right there.
Fuck, I’m going to come on his pants for once. It’ll be…
Uh-oh.
The world shifts under me, and not in the metaphorical fireworks way. My ass skids and, like launching a basketball out of a cannon, the table shoots out from under me. I collapse on top of Brie in a mess of legs and arms while the table hits the wall and lands upside down beside us. After checking that I didn’t split open my head, a small laugh starts in my chest then grows. I’m in total hysterics, nearly doubled over at what happened.
When a single, quick gasp erupts from Brie, I nearly miss it. He crawls out from under me and tries to crabwalk away, but there isn’t much apartment left to hide in. When his back hits the cupboards, Brie presses his legs to his chest and moans. “I’m such a fool.”
I try to sit up, my ass catching on my abandoned pants. An ache twinges down my lower back, but I glide over to Brie. When I rest my hand on his shoulder, he jerks as if to run away, but he lifts his arm. I sneak under it and rest my cheek on his chest. It struggles below my ear as if he can’t get enough air.
Two decades of people-pleasing is ringing in my mind to fix this, but I don’t know how. “I’m not hurt,” I say with a laugh, then wince as a rib cries out. “Not much, anyway. We can pick up the table. Go again.”
“You don’t understand. That…” Brie points to the upturned table and shudders. “That’s not me.”
Not him? Wait. Don’t tell me they can change shape. Can their cheese powers mold their bodies to look like someone else? I poke his cheek, watching for signs of a dark beard or another face. All I do is give Brie a fake dimple. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“All that powerful ‘I’m going to do this to you and you’re going to do that’ bravado. I…I was trying to be more like… More dominant. Instead, I dropped you on the floor.” Brie collapses into his palms.
“Really?” I squeak out in surprise.
He nods even with his face hidden behind his hands.
“Cause, well, I was going along with it. I mean, it was nice, I just… I like how sweet you are, and I thought that being with you would be like that. Warm, gooey, melt into each other kind of sex.”
Brie yanks his head up, shock drawn all over his face in permanent ink. “Really?”
What? Does he think you’re the kind of girl who’s only into spankings and hair-pulling?
Mmm, hair-pulling.
“We could try again, in the bed that’s horizontal to the ground. Take it slow, see where it goes,” I say.
Brie laughs with a quick snort, then he slaps a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, I…I’d quite like to do that. In the bed. With you. On top?”
He’s so cute it hurts. I curl my palms around his face and kiss him. This real Brie takes his time ramping up. The first touch of our lips is a sweet peck. He gently cups my chin while combing his fingers through my hair. The way he lightly undoes my bun, then detangles my knots pulls me in a trance.
A sigh slips from my mouth and Brie rounds second. He’s careful scooping his fingers down the sides and under one breast while kissing me. Just as he brushes over my nipple, he darts his tongue against mine.
“Damn,” I whisper, growing wetter by the long, tender minute.
This, we want all of this. Now.
Aching for his touch, I slip out from under the arm teasing my hair and straddle Brie’s lap. He drops his legs instantly to give me a nice saddle as I lower back onto that tempting corduroy. Sitting on him, I’m able to canvas my palms across his chest, and he can do the same to me.
“Violette,” he whispers. “Your breasts are…” Whatever compliment he intends is buried against my neck as Brie groans. He rolls his hips forward, swiping that secret cock right against my drenched panties. I try to meet him, but he pulls back and starts to slide down.
Oh no, he’s shrinking!
No, wait, he’s…
“Fuck yes,” I cry out the second he swipes his tongue across my nipples. Whatever we lost in the fall is back at full heat. Just the tease of his bottom lip puckering around my nipple has me seeing stars. I start to stretch up taller to thrust more of my chest at him when Brie draws his hand down my stomach and around my inner thigh.
“Stay there,” he says, then adds an adorable, “please.”
Before I can wonder why, Brie kneads my inner thigh, then draws his finger straight up through my pussy. I gasp, my levees bursting at his touch.
“Damn,” Brie moans against my breast, “they’re so thick and juicy.” He teases around my pussy’s lips, almost slipping his finger inside of me. I cry out and stretch higher, trying to will his finger to my clit.
“Ah!” I fall, nearly crumpling over him. At the last second, I slam my hand to the cupboard handle. Then Brie hits the motherlode.
All of that nervous bumbling vanishes in a heartbeat. He circles my clit’s hood before homing in on the best part. “Do you like this?” he asks, his voice strained against my tits.
“Yes,” I moan, digging my palm into the cabinet’s handle. “Oh, god!”
Brie thrusts three fingers inside of me while thumbing my clit. “How about now?”
“Yes, yes, dear cheeses, yes!” My hips thrust on their own, chasing after his touch. I grind harder, my need slamming me into Brie’s hand.
“Owe,” he whispers as a loud thwack fills the air. He hit his elbow? How? Oh…
Brie lets go of my tit to hold my hip. I slow so he can wiggle out of this mess before I hurt him more. Then his fingertips press into the squishy give of my ass and Brie starts to pull me down. “Don’t stop, Violette. I love a woman in the throes of wild abandon.”
He fingers me faster than before and I lunge deeper with his help. God, I’m hitting the crotch of his hand with every thrust and it’s driving me mad. I want his cock. But this is so good.
What about the bed?
This is so good. It’s so good. It’s…
“HolyshitI’mcomingrightnow!” shoots out of me in one long cry as my body compresses then explodes around him. Brie hangs on for dear life, his lips pressed to my bounding cleavage. I keep thrusting, chasing after that fast and hard burst of pleasure trying to cleave me in half.
“Yes! Yes!” I shout, able to maintain coherency for about ten seconds. Then…
“Achoo!” The sneeze is tiny, almost adorable. I steady my shoulders, certain it’s just the one this time.
My nose crinkles. “Oh no,” I gasp. A mess of sneezes erupts in machine-gun fashion. Burning up my chest, I cover my nose to try to stop them, but it’s impossible. They’re like a dry cough rattling in my nostrils with no end until…
One last big sneeze shakes my body and I ram into Brie tits first. Liquid hot shame drips down me, as well as a gallon of arousal.
“Are you okay?” Brie asks from somewhere inside my cleavage. I’m too embarrassed to look.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “I should have warned you that, um, if I have a, do this, I sneeze a lot after… I mean, it has to be an orgasm and a good one. I think. I don’t know. It doesn’t always happen, but when it does, I can’t stop and—”
“Violette.” Tender palms brush over my shoulders and Brie pulls me down to his lap. I nearly gasp as my pulsing bits mold around his rock-hard bulge. Brie brushes back my hair, his eyes patient and kind. “That was adorable.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Also, you nearly smothered me to death in your bosom, something I only ever thought possible in my naughtiest dreams.”
I laugh at his reaction but keep bracing for the worst of it. “It’s just that other…people don’t think, men really get upset if—. Um. Adorable?”
I didn’t think to bring it up because I never expected to get off. Maybe hit a level one with the possibility of a single weird sneeze, certainly not a massive sneezing-fit orgasm.
Brie laughs and brushes his thumb across my lip, tracing my smile. “Having a woman explode into pleasure-induced sneezing is the strangely hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I lunge for his pants and undo them fast. Brie’s giddy expression shifts to worry for a second before I ply apart that corduroy fly and cup his cock. His eyes roll closed and his mouth drops open. I cinch around the base then kiss him hard. While I sweep through his mouth with my tongue, I jerk up the hot, pliable skin and Brie whispers what is probably Swedish against my mouth.
As I circle up to the thick, slightly oblong head, Brie sits up. “Bed. We were, the bed? Yes?”
“Bed sounds fantastic.” I give one last, languid stroke and Brie kisses me. He locks his hands around my waist and manages to pop up to his feet while holding me. The power of the boner.
Kissing, we fumble back toward the bed with the single fitted sheet tossed on top. Just as the back of my knees hit, I cry out, “Wait!”
Brie opens his hands in shock and I fall. It would be very dramatic if I wasn’t only a foot above a mattress. I gesture to one of the bags on the counter. “We need a…”
“This?” he asks, holding up one of three boxes of condoms I picked up along with the Pledge.
I nod vehemently as he walks back while fiddling with the package. “What is it?” Brie asks just as he pops open the box. A strip of condoms unrolls to the floor. Brie’s face turns bright pink as he puts it all together. “Oh. Um.”
Reaching off of the bed, I catch one on the end and tear it free. With protection in hand, I take Brie by his. The rest of the box falls to the floor as he bends over to kiss me. I shove the last of his trousers down his legs, getting a thrill from the loud thud as they land on his feet. While sucking on his lip, I work the icy green latex down his cock.
“Is that…?” Brie glances down and gulps at his dick going Day-Glo. “Good?”
I latch onto his biceps and pull. “Let’s find out.”
He scoops his hands under me, helping to push me higher up the bed. I stumble with, trying to find the right spot on the bowing mattress. His hands slip down my back to my ass, and he hefts my hips off of the bed.
“I need you,” Brie groans, falling to his knees. I slide my calves over his waist, then strain back with my thighs. Cupping his cock in one hand while holding me in the other, Brie guides himself toward me.
Okay. Here we go. This is…
“Hot queso!” I shout. That long, dusty year catches up to me fast. Even though I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, it’s a tight fit.
“Are…are you…? Damn me to hell,” Brie sputters in a groan. “Are you okay?”
“It’s a lot to take in at once,” I say.
He chuckles and releases my hips. My ass starts to fall, but he goes with it. Brushing his lips over my neck, Brie whispers, “If I had a krona every time I heard that…”
At the new angle, my legs are spread wider, making it less like shoving a train through a culvert. I breathe deeper, my body able to lose itself to the flush of pleasure as he slides his hips back. The next thrust curls my toes. I dig my nails into his shoulders and bury a near cry into his hair.
“Vi?” he asks.
“Keep going. Please, keep going,” I whimper, feeling near tears. It’s good, and kinda scary, and exhilarating.
Brie smiles and kisses down my neck as he starts to thrust faster. I scratch up his back, waiting for him to moan. Fingers clamp around my wrists and pin both of my arms behind my head. Brie opens his eyes to peer down at me. All the shy, nervous energy is gone. In its place is a man who knows he’s about to come.
“Dear god, if this is to be my end.” His measured thrusts become wild bucking, jerking me harder into the mattress. I fight to sheathe myself back onto him, but I can barely hang on.
Brie kisses me full on the lips before he tosses his head back to cry, “Then let it be!”
His mouth opens like he’s staring at the dawn of creation. A flush burns his ears into plump strawberries below his blond hair. He gulps, fighting to take in a breath before his skin breaks out in goosebumps and he collapses around me. At the absolute last second, he catches himself on his forearms so I only take some of the brunt of a naked man.
“Did I…?” Brie glances down to where his cock is spilling into the neon green condom, then stares at me. “Die?”
I laugh and wrap him in my arms. “I don’t think so. Why?”
He brushes the tips of his fingers down my cheek. “Because I’m inside of Heaven.”
“That’s so cheesy,” I say doing my best to not break into a huge smile at the line—and failing.
With a great sigh, Brie slides out of me, then he curls onto his side. “To be fair, I am cheese. Soft, buttery cheese that’s melting in your sweet, delicious cunt.” He pulls me up to face him and wraps his arms around me.
“You felt pretty hard to me,” I say, tracing my fingers down his chest.
Brie catches my hand before I can reach his cock and places my palm over his heart instead. “It’s quite tender now, I’m afraid.”
A cool breeze wafts over my bare ass and I snuggle toward the warmth of his body. The sheet bunches below me and I lean back to find the corner pulled off of the bed.
“We’re doing a terrible job of cleaning this place up,” I say.
Brie roams an eye over the half-finished apartment, then he tucks me against his chest. “Do you intend to punish me for it?”
“Um…” I’m a burning marshmallow in his grip, my whole body spontaneously bursting into flames.
Before I can even weigh the idea of me punishing anyone for fun, Brie swerves and asks, “Why aren’t you sneezing?”
Oh…damn. I really don’t want to go into how I maybe, possibly, had an orgasm from penetration once but since I’m not sure I’m probably lying to myself about it. He’s staring at me like I’ve got his tender heart in my hand. “I. Well, the thing is…”
A knock shakes the apartment door. It leans inward an inch with a whine. “Are you finished in there? His royal heinous is demanding we…”
Cam shoves his head right through the gap. He doesn’t even have to hunt for a second before finding the two of us ass naked, our bodies knotted together on the bed.
“Well, well, well. This is a surprise.”