Broken

Brandon pushes me back until I hit the wall and he slides to his knees. The water rushes all over him, covering his face but he doesn’t seem to care. He stares up at me with dark hooded eyes and he grips tightly onto my thighs. I try to grasp onto the wall behind me but there’s nothing to hold onto but soaking wet, shiny tiles which leaves me grasping for nothing.

My heart hammers hard against my chest, my breaths fall raggedly out of my mouth, my whole body feels needy and desperate. That intensifies as my throat closes and my lungs squeeze shut as Brandon grabs one of my legs and he throws it over his shoulder, leaving me completely and utterly exposed for him. With the water trickling down my hypersensitive body and touching me all over, even in the most intimate of places now, I can feel myself driving closer to a lace that I haven’t been in a very long time. Again, with Brandon I find myself thinking that I almost forgot what it felt like to be this turned on. He just does something to my body that no one else can.

“So beautiful,” Brandon murmurs into my core. “So damn beautiful.”

As his mouth moves closer I suck in a deep breath and I hold it there. I’m already dizzy, my head spins like crazy, so this breathlessness doesn’t make much difference.

“Oh fuck.” Finally, Brandon’s mouth connects with me and it sends me flying. I swear I can see stars as he flicks his tongue everywhere. He plunges into me, then slips it out, then he traces the most incredible feeling patterns all over my clit which are so intense I can hardly stand. His mouth is everywhere, consuming all of me, and to be honest it’s a good job that my leg is on his shoulder. That’s just about the only thing that’s keeping me standing upright. “Oh, Brandon.”

I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this so much. I’m so glad that I’m here again.

I take my hands off the wall and run them through his hair. I cling to him tightly. I probably tug at him a little too hard but Brandon doesn’t seem to mind. He digs his fingers into my butt and drags me closer to him so he can really explore all of me.

It’s too much. I can instantly tell that it’s too much. The sensations are powerful and overwhelming. I’m shuddering, buckling, falling apart, but Brandon is there to keep me upright. He’s sturdy, strong, holding me where I need to be.

“I’m coming,” I gasp as the orgasm reaches its peak. It surprises me, comes at me from the left field, shaking me, rattling through my veins. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

Brandon holds me tighter and fucks me with his mouth. The feelings racing through me are like shocking lightening bolts, making everything ache and hurt but in the best way possible. This is definitely it, I will never meet someone that I have such a deep sexual connection with. There’s a reason that it hasn’t been like this before.

Once I collapse in a heap over Brandon, he reaches across and he flicks the water off. Then he scoops his hands under my legs and carries me out of the room, completely naked, until we reach his bedroom. He lays me down and stretches my body across the most comfortable, soft sheets that I’ve ever felt. They are on another level of amazing.

“Oh my God, your bed,” I groan. “It’s amazing. Especially compared to the awful motel bed I’ve been suffering.”

“I did offer to get you somewhere better,” Brandon replies as he climbs over the bed and hovers over me. “But you were all stubborn about it.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s me, stubborn.”

He dips his head down and connects his lips with me. As he does I can feel his thick erection brushing against me, tempting me, making me desperate for more. I’ve just had all the pleasure zapped from my body, I thought all the energy too, but as I feel how hard Brandon is for me it all comes flooding back. I pulse again, I want him desperately.

I turn onto my side and I open Brandon’s night side table. I just know that a man like him is always prepared… and I’m proven right. I grab a condom from there and tear it open with my teeth. I shimmy down Brandon’s body and I slowly, tantalizingly roll the latex down over him.

“You’re so sexy,” Brandon murmurs as I writhe my body back upwards. “So damn sexy.”

Then with his palms flat on the bed either side of my head he slides himself into me, giving me that phenomenal feeling that my life has been missing for far too long. I grip onto his thick shoulders and buck my hips against him as he rides me hard and fast. I lean up to him and press my lips into his as we move in time, pausing only to nip his lips rapidly for one second.

As the pressure of pleasure builds, I hold onto him tightly. A tension floods me, it builds and builds until I can’t hack it any longer. Then, in a shocking powerful wave, it explodes out of me hard and fast.

This is where I need to be right now, I think decisively as the orgasm shatters me like glass. This is right. Mistakes have been made, but that doesn’t have to be the end. If we both want this enough then we can make it work.

Chapter 26 – Brandon

“Brandon?” Lola murmurs beside me, knocking me in the side. “Someone is at the door.”

“Hmm?” I grumble back sleepily while I snuggle further under the duvet. “What?”

“The door,” she repeats herself without opening her eyes. “Someone’s at the door.”

As her words wash over me, my eyes snap open. The door? What could that mean? Who is it? I’m not expecting anyone so for some reason that leaves me anxious and scared. No one comes to see me at this time of the morning. I leap up and throw some clothes on at the speed of light while my mind races. This can’t be good, it just can’t be good.

I thunder down the stairs and towards the front door, looking disheveled and messy. I grab onto the door handle and fling the door open without even asking who’s there.

“Oh… Dad.” Shit, I don’t know what to do. I know I want to introduce Lola to my father, to make this much more real, but that’s something I want to do on my own terms, not by mistake. Not like this. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, son. Can I come in?” He doesn’t wait for permission, he just pushes past me and does what he wants as per usual. “What’s going on with you at the moment?”

“Erm.” I run a hand through my hair and glance towards the stairs. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the fact that you haven’t been at the office much. It isn’t like you at all. You’ve been very dedicated for the last year and now… now things are changing again.”