Braxton

by Shayne Ford

  “You think we’re free?”

  “More than I am...”

  “Well, looks are deceiving, baby,” he says, cocking his head to the side, the back of his knuckles brushing my jawline.

  “Your minds are free...” I say.

  Sadness hovers over his eyes again, his head slowly swaying side to side.

  “You don’t know that, and even if they were, that’s not a good thing... A free mind in a shackled world is a curse.”

  “It could be the start of a better world,” I murmur.

  “Yeah, it could be... but not in our lifetime. We’ll not live to see it... Perhaps in a different life, baby,” he says, his eyes soft and nostalgic.

  I stroke his shoulder again.

  “What does Jagger’s tattoo means?”

  “Life without love and freedom is death,” he says, and his eyes turn cold.

  I cup his face and lock his eyes.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin the mood,” I say quietly.

  “You didn’t. In fact, you may be the answer to everything...” he says, without elaborating.

  A small smile tilts his lips, warming up his eyes. I bring the other hand to his face as our lips connect, effortlessly becoming one. His kiss is soothing and satiating and addictive at the same time. It’s like drinking from a well.

  He tenses and I start to shiver as pulsing electricity sweeps our bodies. He braces his elbow against the wall and leans into me, his tongue going deeper–– bold, possessive, making me feel the reverberations in my belly.

  I curve my hand under his shaft and start stroking him.

  “See, this is freedom too,” he says, smiling against my lips.

  Without turning, he speaks. Louder, a different voice.

  “She’s ready for you, man...”

  His hand closes around his erection as he swiftly pulls away from me.

  Grinning, he clears my view, and I spot the silhouette propped against the doorframe. Arms crossed over his chest, fingers brushing his chin, eyes burning.

  Jagger walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

  8

  BRAXTON

  A shiver goes through her the moment they connect eyes.

  Frozen, she watches him as he erases the gap between us and stops in front of her. Her eyes glisten with emotion, her lips moist and full and parted.

  I’ve never met a woman like her. She’s wired for pleasure and love, her moans and moves turning me on so badly. Her hands on me so possessive and demanding... And then her taste... Oh, fuck me... Her taste... The way she feels around my cock. Wet and soft and pulsing... So fucking good... Her drunken eyes sinking into mine as I fuck her mouth... She doesn’t even know it... How beautiful she is... How perfect.

  His eyes sparkle, enthralled, his fingers gliding over her face, his thumb tracing her jawline, then nudging her lips apart even more. Spellbound, she gets on her knees while he flicks his towel open.

  She’s already kissing her way up to his balls and sheathes him with her mouth, and I prop my back against the wall, right next to him, smoothly moving my hand up and down my shaft.

  She closes her eyes and bobs her head, pleasure washing over her, and I find myself squeezing my cock, pre-cum dripping on my palm. His gaze dips and then he glances up and looks at me, biting his lip. I stroke my shaft, so close to coming.

  She moans, drawing our eyes to her, and as I watch her taking him in, I feel her mouth on me or mine on...

  “That’s good,” Jagger breathes out, his fingers weaving into her hair, his hips tilting forward, his muscles bulging on his arms, his abs rippling beneath his skin, his thrusts making my groin hot.

  “Fuck, Jagger,” I growl as he rolls his hips and pushes himself deeper, tightening his grip on her hair.

  He shifts his eyes to my fingers, registering the motion of my hand, the tightly closed fist around my girth, the sliding and twisting on my length.

  I sweep my tip, and lock his eyes as I run my thumb over my lips, and flick my tongue out, getting a taste of my cum.

  His hips jerk, his lips curving into a sensual smile that makes my balls tighten. She gives him steady strokes, twisting her hand along his shaft, sucking him hard.

  He taught her well.

  To my surprise, she glances at me, and he does the most unexpected thing, cuffing my cock and sliding his hand down my length. I think I’m fucking dreaming. He closes his fingers into a tight fist and starts stroking me as she keeps sucking him. My breath jams in my chest, my erection twitching, hot and throbbing. I rock my hips against his hand, grinding my flesh against his touch, feasting on her lustful eyes.

  This can’t be happening, and yet it is.

  Edging, he pushes deep into her mouth and closes his eyes, his face and body waving so fucking hot while he keeps pumping my cock.

  Pleasure soars through me, and our groans fill the room, both close to coming.

  Shaking, she crawls up Jagger’s body, barely standing on her legs.

  He flips his eyes open.

  “One of you has to fuck me,” she says, panting, her eyes filled with need.

  Jagger flicks his head to me, and I move to her back, hard like iron. He curls his hand around her neck and pulls her into him, their lips burning in a searing kiss.

  I could burst a ball.

  “You’re so fucking hot...” he breathes in her as he lifts her thigh, and I rush to slide my shaft between her legs, filling her up in one long thrust.

  Groaning, she crashes into him, and his eyes blaze with lust.

  Soft, wet, and warm, her core hugs me tight, her moans rolling in his mouth, her hand cuffing him as his tongue plunges deep between her lips.

  They’re both famished.

  Their mouths stay connected as I fuck her, scratching that deep itch inside her while trying to tame the need and crave inside me.

  “Oh... my... God!” she murmurs, her body burning between us.

  Jagger shoots a glance over her shoulder, a raw, primal craving lighting up his wild eyes. Their bodies collide, and her hand clutches on his neck as their lips and tongues tangle in another kiss.

  A wave of heat crashes through me.

  High like fuck, I slip my hand into her hair, tear her away from his lips and unapologetically start pounding her.

  My eyes stay on Jagger’s all the way as he feeds on the pleasure burning in my gaze.

  “This is fucking crazy...” she mumbles, giving voice to my thoughts.

  Her breaths come fast and shallow, her body arching between us, her nails bleeding Jagger’s chest.

  He pushes his head back against the wall and looks at us, his face flushed, his eyes drunk, intoxicated, high.

  Sliding my palms onto the wall on either side of him, I cage Violet between us and start rocking her body, every thrust making her grind against him. She moves with me, in perfect sync as if she’s mine.

  “You fuck her real good,” he mutters, and I drown in a pool of heat.

  I slam her harder, rooting myself in her core, my gaze slipping to his lips.

  She moans and starts to shudder, and he grips her neck and shifts his eyes to hers.

  “I knew you were fucking perfect,” he growls in her mouth before his tongue slides between her lips, almost choking her.

  He holds her tight as I hammer her, her clenching core milking my cock. She rocks against us, screaming with pleasure, her nails bloodying Jagger’s neck. He clamps his hand over her mouth, and holds her still, his eyes glued to hers as the force between my legs breaks free.

  It takes moments before she slows down, and I begin to cool off. Head propped against the wall, he narrows his eyes, his chest expanding with fast breaths as his hand palms his groin.

  “I’m gonna take you now, baby,” he purrs, his gaze solely on her.

  Reluctantly, I leave her body. He switches places with her, and her eyes come to mine as her back meets the wall.

  Smoothly, he lifts her up and winds her legs around his wai
st and then he buries himself in her. His ass clenches as he gently starts to thrust and wave and thrust.

  It’s so tender, and different. It’s the silence of the lake after the rush of the waterfall. It’s the kiss of the sun after the rapping of the rain. Her body responds to him differently. Wrapped around him, she melts into him, and my heart begins to hurt.

  “You feel so good...” he says, and then he kisses her softly and rolls his hips, giving her slow, deep strokes.

  It’s a mysterious ritual, a sensual dance. It’s a journey of love. He’s making love to her.

  “I love you, Violet,” he says, humble and sincere, and my chest tightens, my heart bleeding inside.

  “I never thought I’d find you,” he says, and daggers spin inside me. “That’s not a reason to cry,” he adds.

  “I’m not crying,” she says... crying, and then she lets out a sad chuckle as she wipes off tears.

  “Yes, you are…” he says, smiling.

  “I love you too, Jagger... with all my heart,” she mutters, and then they start to kiss again, her eyes tormented, their bodies sweaty and aroused, the world becoming a ghost around them.

  Silently, I slip out of the bathroom, take the stairs to the upper level, and enter the closet. I run a towel over my groin, pull on my swim trunks and sneak out of the villa.

  The morning starts to brush the shore.

  In the distance, the ocean waits for me, dark and restless, and as I set my eyes on the stretch of water, and sink my feet into the damp, cold sand, I realize... He might be gone sooner than I thought, and then my heart drops, shot.

  Violet

  A phone rings in the distance.

  Eyes heavy with sleep, I pull up to my elbows and listen. There’s nothing but silence. Thick shadows fill the room, making the bed even more inviting. I crash back into my pillow, the sheets sliding, cold and crisp against my skin.

  My eyes pull shut as I try to fall asleep again.

  On the cusp of awareness, a tingling sensation sets between my legs. I may be already dreaming. Images come to mind, confusing me even more. The restless ocean, and shimmering sand, their bodies, and faces, fading in and out. I almost feel the touch of the breeze, and their soft hands and lips sliding onto me, touching me and kissing me.

  I moan and rock my hips, a real sensation quickening between my legs. Eyes shut, I stretch my arm and thread my fingers through a mane of silky hair.

  My hips tilt up, chasing the pleasure, and then a soft rustle rolls in my ears. I flip my eyes open, full awareness kicking in.

  “Braxton?!”

  Surprise fills my voice followed by another moan.

  “Braxton... Oh... Fuck...” I mumble, my hands pressing his head between my thighs, his lips and tongue caressing my clit, his mouth sucking the tingling flesh.

  He pulls the sheet off me just as I arch my spine and wave my body, my legs already shaking. I’m so close. So fast.

  “Come, baby...” he mutters with a husky voice, two fingers slipping inside me, easily tipping me off the edge.

  I squirm and jerk, and rock my hips until I reach a swift release.

  “What the fuck...?” I murmur, my face burning, my core dripping.

  I crash onto the bed, slowly removing my fingers from his hair. He pulls up, next to me, and sinks his head into a pillow, a playful smile draped on his lips.

  Clean-shaven, his skin glows while his eyes sparkle like diamonds. My gaze roams over his naked torso before it dips to his stonewashed jeans. The soft fabric clings low to his hips, and he wears nothing underneath. I can tell.

  He crosses his legs, and my eyes shift to the bulge between his legs. I slide my fingers over his abs, slowly drifting them lower.

  His lips stretch a warm, inviting smile.

  Holding his gaze, I run my hand over his groin and palm his erection, starting to stroke him.

  A grin flares up in his eyes.

  “Are you coming or going?” I murmur in his ear as my fingers go up and down, rubbing him through his jeans.

  I’m getting hot between my thighs.

  Without waiting for his answer, I work his fly open and slip my hand inside. His bare, thick cock stirs full against my hand.

  A smile glints across his lips as blood rushes to my face.

  He tangles his fingers in my hair and parts his lips, and I offer mine while I give him tender strokes, the sensual motions feeding the pleasure in my core.

  In a trance, we connect, his tongue loving mine, his hand sliding down my back. He’s tender and warm, and with every stroke, he conquers me, inoculating me with a deep yearning for him.

  His flesh throbs in my hand.

  “You were coming. I was going,” he says softly as if he speaks of something else, and then his gaze skims my lips, and a pang of sadness gleams in his eyes.

  Splaying my fingers over his face, I drink him in. A ray of sun pushes through the shades, lighting up the azure of his eyes.

  He moves his hand up my body, and tenderly caresses my breasts, spurring tingles in his wake. He kisses me again, his soft kiss brimming with emotion.

  He tears away, and we lock eyes, a nostalgic smile captive in his gaze.

  “You realize... This is the best time of our lives...” he says, his eyes glistening, warm and soft, and my heart begins to hurt.

  “Why would you say that?” I whisper, running my fingers over his face.

  His head tilts against my touch.

  “You’re gonna take him away from me, Violet... not now, but one day...” he murmurs, and my eyes fill with tears.

  I shake my head slowly.

  “I’m not so sure...” I say.

  He runs his thumb across my cheek, brushing away a stray tear.

  “Yes, you will... It will happen if you become someone different than who you are now...”

  Gently, I touch his lips.

  His eyes dip to my mouth and then come back to me, and I see the immense love he harbors... for him.

  “I’m not that good right now, Braxton. Besides, all people change...”

  “I won’t,” he says.

  “You don’t know that.”

  He nods with conviction.

  “Yes, I do... I don’t want to change. I’ve seen people changing, and they’re dying inside...” he says, his eyes glinting with passion. “I don’t want to die. I haven’t even lived yet. I want to taste life... Fully. The same way we do now, but I don’t want to be only a moment, something that goes away in a blink of an eye, something I can’t even fully grasp before it becomes a distant memory... These are the moments we live right now. The ones we’re too drunk or careless to realize that are the best moments of our lives. The ones that slip away from us because we change, forget, and lose ourselves, or each other... You know?”

  I do, and more tears come to my eyes.

  “I don’t want to change, Violet. And I hope he’ll not change either. He’s strong and wild, but you have the power to tame him, and when you do, if you do, he’ll no longer be the way he is, and he’ll slip away from me, and he’ll die little by little, until one day, he’ll grow old and he’ll become unrecognizable, to himself and me, and perhaps even to you, if you have the eyes to see him and the heart to love him. You can change all that for him, and me because you hold his heart in your hands. All I’m asking you is to think about it... and never do it. There aren’t many men like him,” he says, the sorrow in his voice breaking my heart.

  Silent tears fall from my eyes. Fanning his fingers over my face, he leans to me and kisses me again.

  Our lips seal together, out tongues exploring, our breaths intertwined as our bodies warm up.

  His arm closes around me, pulling me into his chest as our kiss deepens, tasting like tears.

  “What the fuck, Braxton?” Jagger’s voice thunders in the room, his hand flicking a towel on Braxton’s back.

  Braxton leaps up, his expression changing instantly, a grin stretching across his lips.

  He runs his hand over hi
s mouth and fixes his jeans.

  “I told you to wake her up...” Jagger says who’s wearing only a towel winded around his waist and glances at me.

  I grin and wipe my tears.

  “Not to make her cry. For fuck’s sake! Is there anything you can do right?” he asks jokingly, and we burst into laughter.

  “I did wake her up.”

  “With his tongue...” I say, chuckling through my tears.

  “It was his idea,” Braxton says and points with both hands at Jagger.

  “Good thinking, Jagger,” I say, sniffing and laughing at the same time.

  “Get out!” Jagger barks at Braxton, throwing a pillow at him.

  “Wait. What time is it?” I ask, confused.

  “It’s four o’clock,” Braxton says, his voice full of reproach. “I want to go to the beach,” he says, spoiled and pouting, and I lift an eyebrow, stifling a smile.

  “You could’ve gone by now,” Jagger says.

  “I don’t want to go alone. I have the next two months to go alone to the beach. What the fuck?”

  He’s serious this time, and I feel as if something just fell on my chest.

  Jagger whips his eyes to him, glaring.

  “I didn’t think you were being serious,” he says to Braxton, and I blink confused, trying to catch up.

  “What do you want me to do?” Braxton tosses back at him.

  He tilts his eyebrows up, and turns his palms up in the air, his eyes trained on Jagger’s face, who’s running a nervous hand through his hair while gripping his hip with the other. “You’re gonna be gone, anyway,” Braxton says, not a trace of a smile on his face.

  A boulder of silence drops in the middle of the room.

  “What?” I mumble, suddenly awake.

  More than awake.

  Jagger gives Braxton a death glare, mouthing a curse.

  I pull a sheet over me and sit upright.

  “Who’s going where?”

  None of them look at me, and they remind me of teenagers caught red handed. Jagger rakes both hands through his hair, evading my eyes.

  Braxton looks at his feet.

  “Jagger?”

  Reluctantly, he looks at me.