I don’t like the way his lips have turned up at the corners as he talks to her. Here comes the jealousy. Ugh, I’m such a girl.
“Hey, where are you going?” I pause when I feel his warm hand gently touching my left shoulder and hear his voice so close to my ear, as I reach the entryway. Turning around, I give him a small smile and try my hardest to a… normal. When I say normal, I mean by trying to keep the green from taking over my complexion so I don’t turn into the hulk or something.
“I was …” I pause when I see the blonde walking by us, and watch as she shoots him a smirk on her way past. I turn back to face the doorway, but Brandon places his other hand on my right shoulder. “I should go.”
He walks around me so he’s standing right in front of me, and gazes into my eyes for a few moments while looking a little apprehensive. “You thought that I was gonna take her home, didn’t you?”
“No, I just didn’t like what I felt inside when I saw you smiling at her. It was the same way you smiled at me not so long ago.” I can’t even look into his eyes without wanting to kiss and hold him.
“There’s no way I looked at her, or any other woman come to mention it, the way I looked and still look at you, Alexis.” He leans in closer and brushes his lips across my forehead, before taking my hand and leading me back into the room. “Dance with me,” he says over his shoulder. Those famous words.
Although the song that’s playing has a pretty fast tempo, he pulls me up close to him. We’re only inches apart, and he lightly strokes his fingers up and down my bare back tenderly, while staring right into my eyes. As the song continues to play, our bodies become even closer, and I feel my breasts pressing against his chest as we move our hips slowly in time with each other. My breathing is shallow and my pulse is racing. He begins tenderly nibbling at my neck, which forces me to let out an involuntary moan, before he presses his body firmly into mine, I can feel his excitement against my lower abdomen again and press myself harder into him.
His breaths come out quick and heavy as his hands grip firmly on my waist and I find myself grinding myself into him with pure want. A deep heat pulsates through me at the sensation, and the need for him is becoming so intense, that I grab his hair and pull his face towards me.
His eyes are burning and I notice him swallow, hard, before leaning over and whispering against my ear, “Let’s get outta here.” His eyes are searching mine as he says the words and all I can do is nod my reply. My voice has gotten lost somewhere, probably caught up in the wave of feelings flowing through my body from having him so close to me.
Taking a hold of my hand, he flashes me a grin and while keeping his eyes locked on mine, he leads me out of the living room and towards the main door. “Your place or mine, beautiful?”
13.
Try.
Brandon and I have barely been able to keep our hands off of each other the entire way back to my dorm. Not even in the cab on the way over here, and I swear the driver kept gawking at us through his rear view mirror. Brandon had his lips permanently glued to either my neck or ears, from the second we left the party, until we stepped through my door. Our hands were busy too. He caressed his fingers teasingly over my breasts, as mine roamed under his shirt and traced along his waistband. As soon as I felt a little more daring, the taxi arrived outside campus.
The last words spoken were those back at Corey’s place, when he’d asked whose place we were going back to. We didn’t even discuss where it would be best to stay, it just happened to be my building that we stumbled upon first after climbing out of the taxi.
I like that he’ll be staying in my bed again with me tonight.
“Bedroom,” he mumbles against my skin while trailing feather light kisses up and down my neck. “Now,” he says more firmly. Gripping my hips tightly and after kicking the front door closed behind him, he starts walking me backwards as he steers me straight towards my bedroom door.
“Brandon …” I try to speak, but from the way he’s now cupping one hand firmly on my behind while the other is threading into my hair and pulling my head back, I’m distracted and forget all that I was about to say.
A delicious tingling sensation begins spreading through me when he moves his mouth lower, and he caresses his tongue along the top of my dress, just above my breasts. I grab fistfuls of the front of his shirt and let out a small moan when I find myself being firmly pressed up against my door.
In one swift motion, he lifts me up by my hips and brings my legs higher, before wrapping them firmly around his waist. I grip his hair forcefully with both hands as he presses his erection against my most sensitive part. We let out a moan simultaneously and a deep heat floods through my lower body as he rocks his hips back and forth against me, andwith each motion, the burning sensation inside of me intensifies.
Stilling when we hear footsteps over by the main door, he immediately places me back down onto my feet and reaches behind me. Turning the door handle with his left hand, he gently moves me through the open doorway with his right. I feel the back of my legs hit against the base of my bed, and with that, a rush of excitement courses through my entire body. With my fingers tangled in his tousled hair, he lets out a groan while grasping at the hem of my dress, and bringing it higher until it’s up and around my waist.
He pulls away slightly and directs his gaze straight into my eyes. Although it’s dark in here, the curtains haven’t yet been drawn. Light from the streetlamp outside reflects off of his eyes and I can see a look of hunger sparking deep within them as we stand and gaze deeply into each other for few seconds.
My heart is thrashing inside of my chest as he kneels himself down in front of me. With his eyes locked on mine, he licks his lips slowly, and this action alone causes me to almost hyperventilate. He trails warm breaths softly over my stomach, which prompts goose bumps to cover my skin. He then directs them lower down, until they’re skimming over the apex of my thighs. This is … hot.
Raising his head slightly and peering up at me with pure passion filling his eyes, he begins delicately caressing my naval with his tongue, while softly sweeping his hands up my legs, before resting them on my hips. Hooking his thumbs in between my skin and the fabric of my panties, he leisurely slips them down to the floor. Stepping out of them, I watch as he slowly stands himself back up, with lust evident over his features and within his eyes. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he turns me around and lightly glides his fingers down my spine, stilling them when he reaches the zipper of my dress.
With his lips pressed against my left ear, I feel his breath lightly washing over me as he slowly moves the zipper down, until it reaches the small of my back. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Alexis,” he whispers hoarsely, before sliding my dress down over my hips, until it falls into a heap on the floor. I close my eyes and lean myself into him as he unclasps my bra. As he removes the straps and slips them down my arms, a warm feeling passes through my body at the realization that I’m now standing fully naked in front of him.
“Turn around,” he murmurs, and although I thought I’d feel nervous, I don’t. I trust him completely. Turning myself so that I’m facing him again, I hear his breath hitch as his widening eyes roam over my body.
Lightly cupping my chin with his right hand, he begins placing lingering kisses from my right ear, down my neck, and then across my chest until he reaches my left breast with his soft lips. His mouth remains over my nipple as he gently rolls his tongue around in small, circular motions, while his left hand continues further south, until I feel his fingers brush in between my legs.
It’s as though a fire has been ignited within me, and I’m relishing how my body is reacting to his touch. Never in my life have I ever felt as comfortable with someone as I feel with him.
Massaging me tenderly with his fingers, he slides them slowly back and forth across my folds. I let out a small moan while wrapping my arms around his neck, as he stands straighter again, with pure want visible within his eyes. Trailing my hands down to the
front of his shirt, I begin slowly undoing each button, as he gradually slips a finger inside of me.
Using his free hand, he grabs mine abruptly, stopping me from taking his shirt off of him. Instead, he leans his head closer to mine without breaking our intense eye contact, and mutters, “I need to taste you, Alexis.” His voice cracks slightly and there’s a hint of desperation within his tone. “Let me, please?” His sounds full of need as he lowers me onto my bed, until I am lying on my back with my legs hanging over the side.
He lifts my legs higher, and unhurriedly begins searing kisses onto my skin, starting from my right ankle, and moving further up my body until his lips reach where he wants to be. As he tenderly kisses around my center, the heat inside me triples its intensity, and I’m nearly panting when I finally feel his tongue gently gliding around my clitoris. “Shit, you taste like fucking heaven, beautiful,” he moans into me, and at his words, my back arches as I let out a groan.
Kneeling at the side of my bed, he drapes my legs over his shoulders and places his free hand underneath my waist, before lifting me up a little, until his lips are pressed firmly against my core. He lightly flicks his tongue over my sensitive flesh, again and again, and he seems to become more eager as my body begins to tremble. He slides two fingers inside of me, with a little more force, and that’s when I feel myself tightening around them.
Grabbing his head and pulling his face as close as I can into me, I let out a cry as I climb towards my peak. “I wanna hear you scream for me, Alexis.” His voice is barely intelligible, drowned out by my pulse thundering inside of my head, “Come for me, beautiful,” Those words are my undoing.
I feel the tingling sensation begin to crawl up through my veins, releasing ripples of euphoria right across my body. Nothing else matters but this feeling, this feeling of being connected, connected with him.
“Brandon!” I cry as I writhe against him. I glance down and see him watching me. His eyes are on fire. I throw my head back against the bed as I cave in and let the delightful feelings overwhelm me.
I can't think of anything other than how he’s just made me feel. The walls could crumble, the ceiling could be torn away by a freaking thunderstorm, but I will still be thinking of how good it felt to find my release.
As the intense feelings begin to subside, my erratic breathing starts to even out, and I slowly open my eyes. I feel the bed move a little as he pulls my blanket up and over my body, before laying himself beside me. I hear his ragged breaths as he turns onto his side, so his face is only a couple of inches from mine. Now that I’ve regained some control over my senses, I reach my hand down to the waistband of his pants and notice his eyes widening at my actions.
He lifts his hand and runs his fingers lightly into my hair, before undoing the clip so my waves fall loosely down to the side of my face.
Slowly trailing my left hand to his belt, I tug at it gently and hear him inhale sharply as I begin to loosen the buckle. My heart hasn’t slowed its ridiculously fast rhythm since he stopped me from walking out of the living room, back at Corey’s place.
I’ve never done what I’m about to do. My hands tremble slightly from feeling so nervous. He’s used to experienced women and I have no experience whatsoever.
Sitting myself upright, I adjust the blanket around me before slinking down the bed a little and settling beside his hips.
Undoing the button of his pants with my left hand, I skim the shaky fingers from my right lightly across his navel, before pulling both his pants and boxers down to his knees. I sense his body tensing as my left hand brushes over his erection. His eyes are on me and his mouth is open slightly, as he watches what I’m about to do.
I lick my lips and hear a deep groan escaping from his chest. He watches me as I draw closer to his length. I really hope I do this right.
His hands are gently stroking my hair as I open my mouth and begin to slowly lick the tip. He lets out a groan as I hold him in my right hand and gently lower my head, until I can feel him at the back of my throat. Slowly pulling back up, I swirl my tongue around his crown and suck him gently as I glide my hand up and down his hardness. His hands move onto the back of my head as I begin to go a little faster, plunging him into my mouth, over and over, and letting out a small moan when I feel him grab my hair and press me closer towards him.
“Shit! Alexis … I’m gonna …” His voice is strangled and his words cut off when I feel him swell, right before he empties himself into my mouth. The warm liquid oozes from the tip and flows down my throat as I suck harder, until he’s almost dry.
“Fuck!” He groans out as I feel his fingers loosening their grip in my hair. His upper body is heaving as I back away slightly to look at him.
He’s smiling with his eyes closed as he tries to steady his breathing. I see his chest rising and falling and want nothing more than to rest my head on him like the other night, but this time I want to wake up in his arms.
After a few moments, he pulls his boxers back around his waist while shrugging out of his pants and then places them onto the floor beside the bed. He puts his arms out for me to go and lay beside him. Resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me, he pulls me close and I smile as I close my eyes.
“Does this mean we’re going to try?” I ask him.
“I think it does,” he replies, while snuggling into me. In no time his breathing becomes even and when I raise my head to look at him, he’s fast asleep.
I didn’t think I’d have any trouble getting to sleep myself, but there are a couple of things still playing on my mind, like the fact that I didn’t get cast in the show and what happened between Brandon and I. What I really can’t shake off isn’t even thoughts of the intimate things we just experienced together, but more so the ones we didn’t.
He didn’t kiss me. Not once did he kiss me on the lips.
14.
Treasure Hunt.
Okay. There’s no reason to jump to conclusions. I did that last time and then found out that he was still here. He has probably just gone to use the bathroom or something.
I wait for a few more minutes, but he still hasn’t come back in. Glancing around my room, I look for his leather jacket, cell phone, and watch. Nope. They’re not here either. There’s no sign that he’s been in here at all. Maybe he went to make coffee.
Oh, this is ridiculous. I inwardly curse myself for overthinking things. He told me that we’re going to try and I believe him.
I have to admit that when I woke up and he wasn’t beside me, I was really disappointed, so much in fact, that my stomach rolled and a nauseous feeling swept over me. Climbing out of bed, I realize it’s nine o’clock and so grab my robe from the back of my door and head into the living area.
“Alex, what are you looking for?” Alyssa calls out from her spot over on the couch. She looks a little rough this morning so I’m guessing she wasn’t the one who came back just as Brandon and I were getting … close. It takes a long night of drinking for Alyssa to look this bad. She probably didn’t come home until at least four o’clock in the morning, if past night outs are anything to go by.
I shake my head and give her a half smile, before heading over to the coffee pot. Thankfully the carafe is half full, or half empty, depending on which way you want to look at it. Leaning myself against the countertop, I try to think positively. Maybe he went home to grab a shower, or he had to feed his squirrel? He doesn’t have a freaking squirrel, Alex, you loser.
All right. He didn’t kiss me, but he did do amazingly wonderful things to my body last night. I need to talk with someone and considering how personal this topic of conversation is, it will have to be Alyssa.
Grabbing us both a mug of steaming black coffee, I head over and join her in front of the TV. “Here, you look like you could use some,” I offer as I pass her the drink, before taking the seat by her. “I need some advice, please?”
She snaps her head up and gazes at me quizzically as she sits up straighter. I know I have her full
attention now because what used to be unusual, me needing her advice, is becoming a regular occurrence as of late. Apparently she can tell from my slight frown I’m tentative about broaching the subject, so she prompts, “Brandon?”
“Brandon,” I nod as my frown deepens. “We were intimate again. Not sex, but …” Fiddling with my fingers that are resting in my lap, I let out sigh and hear my voice sounding lower than normal. “He left before I woke up.”
I explain his whole situation to her and she listens attentively. For once, she hasn’t tried to make a joke of things when it comes to talks of this nature. I tell her about Holly, the kissing issue, and that he usually has meaningless sex, although she knew that last part already. Everybody knows that he likes to bed women, but not everyone knows the reason as to why like I do.
“You want me to tell you what I honestly think?” She looks concerned as she asks. I close my eyes and nod in reply. “It could be that it meant so much more to you, because you don’t do the whole meaningless thing. To him, it would probably have been just another night, with another girl, but having said that, you’re different, Alex. He really seems to like you.” She shrugs her shoulders while studying my face for a reaction.
“I think I’ll go and call him,” I rub her arm gently, before heading back to my room and picking up my cell phone.
Two new messages. Okay, if he says that what we did last night was ‘nice’ then I’m going to pound on him so hard, he’ll think he’s in a wrestling match with Chris Jericho.
Treasure hunt challenge! The nxt message will hav ur 1st clue 2 find me.
What the hell? He wants me to go and find him? I can’t suppress the smile that’s threatening to take over my face and I’m feeling a little giddy. I go straight to the second message. This next one was sent just five minutes ago.
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