by Amanda Ray
Inching closer I capture her mouth with mine. My fingers tracing down her delicate neck, feeling her shiver at the contact. I run my finger down her collarbone, tracing the little dip before moving my finger down over her pebbled nipple. My mouth leaves hers, placing kisses on her cheek, neck, down following the path of my finger. Letty squirms under me, spreading her legs wide and wrapping them around my waist. Shit! I groan, feeling her warmth touch my cock. I instinctively grind into her and her moan fills the air. I close my eyes tight, taking in a ragged breath to try to calm myself. Stay in control I have to repeat in my head, holding on by a thread to keep from devouring her body. I know that the minute I lose control I'm going to ram into her so hard we're going to break my bed and although that actually sounds like a lot of fun, I don't have time to go bed shopping at the moment.
"Fuck! Brooks. Goddammit! Just fucking take me already! I'm tired of waiting for your monster dick to enter me! Lets goooooooo." Letty screams out at me and I can't help but laugh. My body pushed into her, my mouth on her gorgeous tits and I'm laughing because this girl. This girl. God, there's really no one like her. Trying to contain my laughter, I inch up slowly looking at her with a smirk, "Did you just say I have a monster dick?"
"Shut up! Just get inside me already! You're driving me nuts!"
"That's the point, princess. But if you want the big, bad monster to take you over I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You do have a nice, warm, wet cave." I smirk at her again after looking down at my throbbing dick and her opened legs. Letty huffs, pushing my chest playfully. She rolls her eyes and I capture her lips again, biting down on her bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth. I get back to work, trailing kisses down her body. Reaching her hip bone I kiss, lick and nibble. Her hips thrusting up off the bed, begging for me. I look up at her through my lashes, her breathing is fast and heavy. "Patience, Letty baby. I promise I'll make you feel good. I'll give you every damn inch of me..." she lets out a small breath, her eyes hooded as she stares down at me, "but first. First, I want to taste every damn inch of you." And just like that I don't wait any longer. I don't take my time.
I dive into her folds, taking her rapidly pulsing clit in my mouth. Sucking hard and lapping my tongue around the little bud. Letty's hips buck off the bed, her whimpers and moans so loud I'm pretty sure my neighbors can hear. I release her throbbing button from my lips, licking her up and down, inching my tongue into her opening. Feeling her muscles clench around my tongue, trying to feel every inch of me as I lick and thrust my tongue in and out of her. I take my time switching back and forth between lapping, thrusting and sucking hard on her clit. She squirms, bucks and starts riding my face trying to reach her orgasm. I place a hand on her stomach, keeping her down and throw her legs over my shoulders, opening her wider, giving me more. She tastes so sweet I can't stop licking, sucking, eating.
I pull her into my mouth more, her shocked breath escapes but doesn't stay long. She's screaming my name as I feel her muscles tighten around my tongue. So tight I swear it's going to cut it off. "I'm coming. I'm coming. Brooks. Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes!" Her orgasm rips through her leaving her shaking, sweaty and out of breath. Her juices run down my chin and I still can't help but lick her up, tasting everything. I suck her clit a little more feeling her shiver, "Mmm. God, you taste so damn good. I don't think I'll ever not want to taste this."
I place her limp legs down off of my shoulders and trail kisses up over her body until I reach her mouth, diving in meeting her tongue and her little moans at tasting herself on me. My dick is so hard it could fucking cut through rock. I grab it, gliding the tip back and forth at her opening feeling her slickness coat my bare skin. I shiver at how warm she is, craving to feel her bare. As if reading my mind, Letty looks up at me and breaths out, "I'm on the pill. I’m clean." She opens her legs wider for me and I waste no time. “ I’m clean, too.” I slowly inch into her, taking my time to feel her bare.
Her heat, her wet coated muscles almost getting me to cum the minute I fully get inside her. "Fuck. You feel so good. So damn tight." A shiver runs down my spine and then Letty's nails run down my back and I lose it. I grab her ass in one hand, lifting her hips up and closer to me while the other hand grabs the headboard. "Hold on tight, baby. I'm taking you for a ride." I gave her my warning and I got to work. Thrusting, hard, fast and powerful into her. Her tits bouncing uncontrollably, her cries and moans so loud the whole damn block can hear her but I could care less. She feels so damn good. "Faster. Harder. Oh, God, don't stop. Don't ever stop." Letty's calls don't go unanswered. I plow into her until we're both panting and screaming out our releases. I collapse on top of her, sucking at her neck still craving every single taste I can get.
When our hearts finally start to get back to normal, I roll off of her, wrapping my arms around her waist and taking her with me. She lays limp on top of me, naked, feeling her heat. Her steady breath on my chest brings me so much peace that I close my eyes and start tracing my fingers up and down her spine. Occasionally playing with her hair. I exhale, feeling relaxed and beyond comfortable. Who knew sex could do this? Especially sex with Letty.
I lean over, kissing her hair and realizing that this might be the best sex of my life and this feeling, right here, right now, is the best I've ever felt. But it's all happening with a girl that I don't really know much about. It’s all happening too fast and with the girl I used to despise.
"Letty?" I ask, kissing her hair again, my fingers still gliding up and down her spine. "Mmm," she responds. Her sleeping state almost gives me pause for my curiosity but I can't control myself, "Tell me something."
Letty's eyelashes flutter open on my chest and I smile at the feeling. I pull her closer enjoying every inch she's going to give me. "Like what?" she whispers, her breath hitting my nipples and I feel my heart start to race. "Anything. I want to get to know you better. I actually don’t really know anything about you, other than I practically hated you,” I let out a light chuckle, “We'll start with an easy one. What's your family like?" Letty's body tenses up and I can feel her hold her breath. My hands instantly stop moving and I try to look down at her face. What the hell just happened? What did I say?
Chapter 21
Letty
My heart is hammering in my chest. My nerves are shot. I was in blissful peace before Brooks had to open his mouth. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone? I was with him. Lost in us. Lost in him. In the heaven that was us together and now I'm brought right back to reality. Back to hating him. I know I shouldn't. I know he's just trying to get to know me but I can't open up. I don't want pity, especially his.
"Um....I think.....I think it's time for me to go." I pull myself out of his chest, rising from the bed ready to haul ass out of there when Brooks grabs my wrist just as I swing my legs over the bed.
"Wait. What just happened?"
"Nothing. Nothing happened. We had sex and it was...."
"It was what?"
I let out a little sigh, and chuckle, shaking my head before continuing, "It was amazing, okay? But you already knew that! So, shut up!"
Brooks smiles at me and my heart instantly stops beating. I swear every time he smiles at me or says something remotely sweet, it's like he chips at my armor a bit more. And soon enough it'll all fall away leaving me vulnerable for my arrogant, deliciously hot enemy.
What are we anymore? I don't hate him anymore. I should. For some reason my mind knows I should. But my body says otherwise. He made his way under my skin. The arrogant asshole I once loathed now makes me smile. The guy who once made me angry and constantly roll my eyes now gives me butterflies. I'm trying hard not to fall. Trying hard not to let him in. But just looking at him now makes me want to spill every secret, every thought, and every moment in my life just to be able to have a deeper connection with him.
"Don't try to distract me, Letty. What just happened? You don't have to tell me about your family. We can just lay here and cuddle until you're ready for round two, three and four-" I laughed at
his optimism, "-but I would love it if you actually did tell me. I'd never judge you. I hope you know that."
"I'm not worried about you judging me. I could give a shit what you think. What I don't want from you and everyone else is your damn pity."
"Well, how can I pity you if I have no idea what's going on? But if it makes you feel better I promise I won't just as long as you trust me enough to tell me. Nothing you tell me can make me look at you any different, okay?"
"You can't say that because you don't know."
"I can. And I did. Now spill."
I stared deep into his eyes. His forest greens are so luscious and dark that I want to get lost in them. I love that his eyes change color depending on his mood. Staring at his eyes, watching them shift would be the best job in the world. I close my eyes tight, taking in a breath so deep I can feel every molecule enter my lungs, touching every piece of them while they expand before I let it out. I keep my eyes trained down at my hands now resting in my lap.
Clearing my throat I decide to open up. To do the one thing I never do with anyone -besides Savvy. To change and give someone a chance. Give him a chance. Brooks’ reaction to my past will make or break me because once I open up these walls, more and more questions will flood through and once he gets all of the answers he's either going to stay like Savvy or flee like everyone else. Here goes nothing…
"I don't have any family... I grew up in Foster care with my sister."
"What happened?"
To that I look up at him. His face is void of emotion. No pity, no sadness, no nothing. "What do you mean?" His question threw me for a loop a little. Any other time I've said those words I've always heard I'm so sorry. Or, well at least you had your sister right? You guys must be so close. But with Brooks, it's like he already knows. He already sees the answers in my eyes.
Taking another breath I continue, "We were living in this home out in New York. The family had a house full of foster kids, I think there were at least ten of us on top of their two biological children. My sister was eight and I was six. The family used to make us do chores and lock us up in the rooms if we didn't complete them on time. They barely fed us. We weren't allowed out to play and anytime someone spoke up or tried to tell their social worker we got beat." I let out a little cough trying to talk over the lump building in my throat.
I close my eyes and take a deep inhale trying to steady my breath as I finish, "It was the anniversary of our parents death...They died in a hit and run accident. They were both only children and their parents had passed long before Sophia and I were born. Anyway-" Another deep breath, "Sophia and I snuck out to go to the cemetery to see them and when we got back our foster parents decided to beat us for it. Sophia jumped in front of me, protecting me from the brunt of it but it only made them hit harder. Her beating was so bad that it caused massive internal bleeding. They never took her to the hospital because they didn't want to explain what had happened. They needed to keep it a secret. She died in her sleep three days later."
Tears poured down my face for the first time since that day. Even when I told Savvy I didn't cry. It was like I had to prove to her that I was tough enough, capable enough, to keep it together. "The social worker pulled me out of the home after she died and found me a place here in Connecticut. It was more of a church group home than anything else but I was far away from my past and they figured a church setting would help with the ‘damage’ of my past." I let out a fake laugh, "Yeah, because moving me to a different state and placing me with nice people from the church with five boys was going to help me forget my family and what had happened."
"Wait. So...they put you in another home with five boys? Weren't they worried that something would happen with the boys? And what happened with the other foster family? Didn't you tell them what happened to you and your sister?"
See. And this is why I didn't tell anyone anything because once you open the gates it's hard to close them. His questions were reasonable and expected, I knew that but it didn't mean I wanted to answer them.
"Can we stop talking about this now?"
"But.."
"God. Seriously?" I let out a growl, standing up from the bed abruptly. I'm losing it. I can't tell him everything in one go. I can't let him see all of the darkness. I can't let him mean more to me. I need to hate him. I need him to let this go. Let this be what it is.
But there's something here. Something my body won't let go of and I think it's the same for him. How do we get past being enemies and move toward whatever it is we're doing? How do I let it all go? How do I let him in? "Look. What we did was amazing but why do you need to know all of this? Why do you need to know about my past? Why can't we just sleep together and that be that? What more do you want from me, Brooks?"
Chapter 22
Brooks
"What do I want?" Is she for real? "What do I want? I want to get to know you, Letty! I want to figure out what makes you, you! I want to know everything! What the hell do I want? I want you!" I heard her gasp and my heart stuttered a little. Did I just fucking admit that out loud? Shit.
I wanted to mentally kick myself in the goddamn face but I couldn't take it back. I've despised this girl for the longest time but now she was under my skin. Now I thought about her constantly. Touching her. Licking her. Fucking her. God, fucking her was like getting a piece of heaven. I've had some good -no, great- sexcapades but something about Letty is different. She's different. When I'm with her -not just sexually- it's like something in me comes alive. Something I've never felt before. I never knew it was missing but now after getting a taste I'm not sure I can go back to what it was. What things were. I need more.
"What?" Scarlett barely whispers. I get closer to her, framing her face with my hands, "I want you, Letty. I don't know what this is or what it could be but there's something about you. Something about us. And I don't know about you but I need more. I don't just want to get to know you but I need to. I need to know everything about you. I want to know everything about you..." I take a breath and continue to ramble, "I'm not saying that we need to jump into a relationship. We can take things slow but I just want this...us, to be more than just the occasion screw. Do you think you can do that?"
Letty bites her lip, staring at me with wide eyes as if I was insane. I knew she wanted to run but I couldn't let her. I grabbed her hand, intertwined our fingers and pulled her down on the bed. If I wanted her to share her past with me I was going to have to do the same, so I took a deep breath and started. "I had a brother." I heard her breath hitch and felt her fingers tighten between mine. I let out a sad smile, looking down to avoid eye contact. If I was going to get through this I couldn't look at her. "We were twins. Braiden and Brooks. We were connected at the hip. Noone could separate us." I shook my head smiling at the memories that started to flood my brain.
"When we were ten Braiden got diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. My parents, being who they are, tried everything money could pay for to get him treatments. Nothing worked." I wiped away a stray tear that slipped out. I haven't talked about Braiden in years. The ache inside me started to dim and I looked up at Letty to see her glassy eyes brimming with unshed tears. "We had three years with him after that. He died the summer before I went to high school."
"I'm so sorry Brooks. I had no idea. Is that the picture in your car?"
I nod my head, "Yeah. Most people don't. Or if they do they don't bring him up. I'm sure somewhere newspapers and gossip magazines have mentioned it because of my parents but no one's ever said anything to me about it. I keep that picture there so that way he’s always with me, ya know?"
Scarlett nods. The look on her face tells me that she truly does understand wanting to share everything with the ones you lost. After a few beats of silence I think my words finally sink in because she shakes her head, a disgusted look on her face. Yeah, I don't blame you for that look. It disgusts me too how people can make a living off of spreading others personal lives all over the covers of papers. "You know the worst
part? Even when Braiden was sick, throwing up every minute of every day and could barely walk, he still said that other people had it worse. He would make my whole family volunteer at the local food banks every week. My dad actually loved it. He grew up dirt poor and him and his mom basically lived in a shelter, eating at food banks all the time, so to him it was like he was sharing something with his sons. I remember Braiden smiling at every single person that walked through that door."
"Do you still volunteer?"
Her question stunned me for a minute, "Yeah, actually. I volunteer at the church down the street every week and my family still volunteers at the one we did with Braiden." Letty nods her head in understanding. "Now I get why your family is so big on that cancer charity."
"Yeah," was all I could muster up to say. Letty moves closer to me, snuggling up on my side. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer and shove my nose in her hair. God, she smells divine. She lets out a shaky breath and I tighten my grip around her in an attempt to help her feel safe. I wanted her to trust me enough to let go. Let me in. But I didn't want to push. I loosened my grip a little beginning to pull away when she started to speak, "I never told anyone. I already lost everything. I didn't want to lose anything else, you know?"
I held my breath waiting for her to continue. "The boys were fine. They took me under their wing and that family was very caring and loving. I speak to them occasionally but I never kept in touch. I was so closed off after what happened to Sophia that I barely ever spoke. Sometimes I would lock myself in my bedroom and go days without eating because I didn't want to leave. The foster mom, Stef, caught on and would bring me food and things to make sure I was still taking care of myself. When I turned sixteen I got myself emancipated and I've taken care of myself ever since."