“I don’t want to be friends with benefits … I want to fuck you because you’re mine.” She’s silent beneath me, on the verge of breaking, I can feel it.
She almost speaks; her lips move but nothing comes. “Tell me you’re mine, Bri.”
“You’re going to break my heart again,” she admits to me, her voice cracking. I’m quick to kiss her, to rock myself against her and her body reacts instantly. Primed and ready for nothing but the pleasure I’m going to give her.
I breathe out against the shell of her ear and tell her, “I’m not a smart man, Bri, but I’m not that fucking stupid.” I thrust in and out again and again.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I command and she whispers in the crook of my neck, “I’m yours.”
“That’s what I needed, Bri baby,” I murmur along her skin and pepper kisses on every inch of her before picking up my pace and fucking her just like I promised I would. It doesn’t take long for her to come all over my dick. The moment she comes, I pull her knees up, angling her just right, and piston my hips to fuck her harder and deeper.
She gets off three times before I finally reach my own orgasm and we both lie naked beside each other catching our breath.
Even fully clothed again, it’s a touch cold in the empty house. The nights will do that and the breeze from the open windows adds to the chill.
I fucking love it, though, because it means she’s molded her body to mine. She hasn’t let go of me other than to let me clean her up and for us to get dressed.
“You never did things like that before.” Her whisper breaks the silence.
“Things like what?”
“Like bringing my knees up … and like not letting me … get off,” she comments and then buries her head into my shoulder, like she’s embarrassed.
A hum leaves me, one of satisfaction. “I think you’ll remember tonight, won’t you?” My tone is slightly arrogant and it makes her laugh. The cocky side of me always did amuse her.
She clears her throat after readjusting and her fingers play along my chest.
“I just … I want to know …” The hesitation isn’t like her and I don’t know what she’s tiptoeing around. A crease settles in my forehead and it’s not until she starts her question that it hits me what she’s getting at, “Did you do that with other—”
“No.” I’m quick to cut her off. “Stop those thoughts right now, Bri. It’s only ever been you.”
She stills at my side before looking up at me, her gaze and expression serious. “You’ve only ever been with me?”
I nod, letting her know it’s true. As if there was anyone else in this small town I’d ever want. Everything about this place is a reminder of her, including the people in it.
Her expression turns remorseful. It’s in the way her lips part and the way her eyes shine. It’s not like I didn’t see she was with other guys. I have social media just like she does. I know she went out. I don’t give a shit. I don’t care what happened before.
“You are my only, Bri. And I don’t care if or who or what happened while you were away.”
I thought my statement would soothe whatever she’s feeling, but there’s some kind of residual guilt in her eyes as she fidgets with her necklace. Turning over to my side so I’m facing her, I lean down and kiss her forehead and then run the tip of my nose along hers.
“Nothing matters except the two of us right now.”
She nods and then peeks back up at me. I know that look. I’ll be damned if tonight is ruined with her overthinking, with her wishing things we can’t change now were different.
I let out a small groan and kiss her neck before whispering, “Bri baby, I need you again. Strip down for me. Let me love on you.”
A spark of heat ignites instantly and my Bri kisses me at the same time that she unbuttons her pants. Eager and wanting. Mine. And that’s all that fucking matters.
Brianna
Even though I’m at work, I can’t focus. I don’t think anybody would be surprised to hear it. Readjusting in my seat reminds me of the ache between my legs and I close my eyes to keep from making that situation audible.
My main goal today is keeping my cool so that my mother or sister, or anyone else in this office building, doesn’t notice anything is out of the ordinary. The problem is that I can’t get my mind off Asher and because of that, I can’t seem to do a darn thing right.
Even as simple as printing out a listing. It took me three tries to print out the correct address fifteen minutes ago. Autumn has been occasionally staring ever since.
She has to know something’s up, but I have no intention of telling a soul. Not until I even know what to say. My gaze lifts to the large clock on the front wall. I’m waiting for both the big and little hands to hit 12:00 so I can leave for lunch.