If I leave, he’ll get me. I know he will. But if I stay, Sylvia is going to hate me forever, and she might just throw me out eventually anyway.
And worst of all, I’ll drive a wedge between Brent and his family. I’m already doing it. I can already feel it happening.
God, I don’t know what to do.
Any choice I make is the wrong one, or at least it all hurts.
But maybe I’m already used to hurting.18BrentAmber is in an odd mood when I find her in our room after I finish working out. She doesn’t want to talk about it, just buries herself in some book and refuses to talk.
I take a shower and clear my head. Something happened when she left. I want to know what it is, but I don’t want to force her to talk if she doesn’t want to. When I’m clean, I get dressed, and join her on the couch.
We don’t talk for a while. I don’t press her. I find an old paperback and read it, although mostly I’m just looking up at her.
“I see you staring,” she says. “Stop it.”
“Can’t help myself.”
“Brent.”
“If you want to talk, we can talk.”
“If I wanted to talk, I’d just come out and say it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Brent.”
I sigh and lean my head back. “Okay then. We don’t have to talk.”
“Good.” She starts reading again.
I toss my book aside. I slide closer to her and run my fingers through her hair.
“Brent,” she says.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m grabbing your hair.”
“I see that.”
I kiss her neck. I kiss her cheek. I kiss her lips. She frowns.
“What are you doing now?” she asks.
“Kissing you.”
“So because I don’t want to talk, you think I want to—”
I grip her hair hard. “I don’t think it. I know it.”
She bites her lip. “Brent.”
I pull her head back. She gasps softly and drops her book. It hits the floor with a thud. I kiss her neck and push her legs open. She lets out a little purr when I find her lips and kiss them, biting them softly, tasting her.
“You don’t want to talk,” I say. “You can be as quiet as you want.”
“You’re an ass.”
I pull her hair again. She groans and wraps her arms around my neck. I kiss her hard, tongue in her mouth, and her breathing gets faster.
I drop to my knees in front of her. I lean over top of her and push her shirt up. I kiss her chest, her breasts. I kiss her stomach and tug down her yoga pants. I slide them off and she lifts her hips to help. I toss them aside before I tease her spot with my hand, feeling her warmth and her wet.
“See, you act like you don’t want this, but I know you do,” I whisper in her ear. I push her panties aside and sink two fingers deep inside her. “When we’re in the gym, stretching you out, I see the way you’re looking at me. You want me to rip off your pants and fuck you right there. I think you want to ride my thick, hard cock right in the gym. You want to get nice and sweaty and tired then take my fat cock, over and over, until you come.”
“Oh, god,” she moans. “Yes, god, I want that.”
“You’re a dirty girl.” I sink my fingers in and out of her, fucking her with them. “You can’t stop thinking about my cock between your legs.”
“I can’t stop because you won’t let me.”
I chuckle and bite her lip. She gasps. “Damn right I won’t.” I pull her hair with my free hand and sink my fingers in as deep as they’ll go. She wiggles her hips, slick and groaning.
I release her hair and drop down between her legs. I hold her panties aside and lick her top to bottom. I tongue her clit and slide my fingers nice and deep.
She tastes like honey and heaven. I suck and lick her as my fingers fuck her nice and deep. She groans the whole time, losing herself and loving it. I can’t help myself as I keep going, my body ringing with need and joy. I’m buzzing on her pleasure, loving the way her body tenses and flexes. I can tell she’s losing all her worries, all her frustrations.
Whatever happened, it doesn’t matter now. My fingers fuck her, my tongue licks her, my lips suck her, and she loves it.
Her fingers glides through my hair. “Oh, god, Brent,” she moans.
I pull back and kiss her as my fingers fuck her faster. I fuck her hard, making her body tense and shake. I kiss her and she grabs my hair tighter, panting and moaning into my mouth. “Yes, yes, yes yes,” she groans “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I keep going, fingers fucking her, pushing her, making her moan. Her body tenses as I find her spot and keep rolling over it again and again.