“I understand that. I definitely know the feeling.” I chuckle.
She smiles, and I can’t resist running my thumb over her soft bottom lip to tug it from her teeth.
“You…” I laugh to myself and shake my head before meeting her eyes again. “One more dance,” I say instead.
She nods and cozies up to me again. I hold her to the sway of the beat wishing I could have all of her but understanding why I can’t right now. One day—it’s ironic.
We go through one more song as I promised. I leave two bills on the table, and we hold hands out to the car. She snuggles up to my side as the valet brings the car around. The silence is way too intense for me—I’m a musical guy. I hate silence. I live off sound. I know what to think of and how to act. I take a detour to a place I know off the main road.
“Brant…” Cora starts, but she doesn’t finish before I stop the engine and undo my belt to lunge over her on the seat. I pull the handle back so it lays flat, and she stares up at me in shock.
“Give me something, Cora.” I stare in her eyes and see nothing but the same, rehearsed expression.
I kiss her hard and deep. Smearing her lipstick, sucking her lips into a frenzy as I dip my tongue into her mouth and taste her. I part her thighs and run them up my sides as I tug off my jacket in the small space. Her hands glaze over my back, her heat blazing and traveling through my bones right to my hard cock straining my pants. I rub against her eliciting a moan from her against my lips.
My hands clutch her hair before moving down her chest where I draw her breast out and knead the flesh, pinching her nipple. She breaks away to whimper against my lips, my tongue still in her mouth as I pant over her and then kiss down her jaw to her chest.
“Fuck. This is gonna be quick, doll.” I growl against her neck nipping at her soft flesh as I undo my pants. “I’ve thought about you all fucking day. Then you show up in this dress, sexy as fucking hell. I can’t get enough of you, Cora.” I fist my cock and run its head through her soaking-wet lips.
Her gasps fill the car, her moans so loud anyone could hear. I hold her panties aside and thrust into her as she cries out and arches into meet me. There is no space for us to separate. I undo my shirt, so my skin rubs against her breasts with every movement. Her nails rake down over my shirt as I drive into her. I rub her clit to get her on the edge faster because I don’t have much longer in me. Cora just sucks it all out of me, takes it all, and leaves me willingly running after it chasing her heart, her everything.
“Brant. Brant…” Cora screams with the onslaught of her orgasm. I can feel how blinding it is for her by the way she clenches around my cock and latches herself around me.
I get in a few harder thrusts deep inside of her before I come, filling her in long, slow strokes. I groan out against her neck turning to kiss her, my tongue sliding over hers, our lips sucking the life out of each other for a good while before I release her and slide out of her. She whimpers and flutters her eyelids. I grip her cheek in my hand and force her to look at me.
“Give me something, Cora. Please.”
She opens her mouth, then a realization crosses her eyes. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“Cora, give me something.”
“Brant, this is serious, I…” Her hand presses on my chest, but I grab it and don’t let her finish.
“Tell me why I should be so worried about not using a fucking condom.”
“It’s not that black and white, Brant.” She shoves up against me, but I don’t budge.
“Cora!”
“Brant!”
I let her finish screaming, something in Spanish, everything pissed off. But I let her get it out as she pants beneath me, seething. And then I watch her eyes soften, the browns widen, and the tension leave her forehead. She shakes her head and lets out a sigh. I’m still in a very compromising position, but I don’t pay it any mind.
I’m focused on her.
“My parents are drug addicts. We haven’t spoken in years. There isn’t much to know about me.”
“I doubt that.”
“Well, that’s all you get.” She frowns and tries to wiggle away from me, but I don’t let her.
I got one inch of her to open up, and I know there is more.
“Brant…”
I silence her with a kiss, deep and slow, to show her all that I can about how much I care about her.
“I don’t give a shit about that, Cora.” It makes sense now as to why my affliction is so serious to her. The irony is too insane, and I feel for her, but I don’t know what more I can do except show her it won’t be like that with me.
It can’t be.
“You will.”
“I won’t.” I cup her chin and kiss her again. Over and over.
She gives me a little movement with her hips and doesn’t stop until she finds my aching cock, already hard again.
I rub against her so close to her tight center that I might lose it, but I manage to pull away. I manage to leave her pouty lips and soaked panties waiting for me when we get home.
14
Cora
So much about Brant screamed to run away but not enough to overshadow the come-hither eyes he makes at me.
The way he touches me, the way he makes me feel… I can’t get away from it. Hell, I’ve never had sex without a condom, ever, and tonight I didn’t care. Granted, I’ve been on birth control for centuries, but it still didn’t matter. I don’t know if Brant is seeing other women or what kind of women he may have been with, but I look into his eyes and blindly trust him.
It’s the most dangerous thing in the world.
My parents are sad memories, shells of people, nothing like Brant at all. The drugs don’t mean anything because I’ve chosen to believe that he is clean and will stay clean, but it feels too close to home. My mind won’t focus on that for as long as it needs to before it flees away, distracted by the way Brant is touching me now.
I lay on his bed, the blue silk sheets like cream under my fingers as I clench them. On my stomach, Brant kisses down every inch of my naked body, every slope and valley I would pinch at and wish were gone—he worships them with his lips and tongue. His rough, calloused hands grasp my ass firmly leaving me burning from how hard his grasp is, until his lips replace them sucking welts into my skin. I really thought he was kidding about tasting all of me.
His hands go before his lips down the backs of my thighs to behind my knees where it tickles a little bit. He chuckles at me squirming but continues, and I only clutch the sheets tighter when he gets closer to my clit. From behind, I feel the motion backward as he draws through my audibly wet sex to my throbbing clit. It aches so much, more than I’ve ever felt, and he keeps teasing me.
“Brant, please…” My eyes flash open as I writhe on the bed.
“Brant…” My breath catches as he slides one finger so slow and deep inside of me it almost feels as good as his cock.
He holds there grazing my clit too soft even to feel for I don’t know how long until my orgasm takes me by surprise. My body erupts at once—blinding lights, a warm explosion inside of me that sifts through every nerve in my body. I shudder over the sheets losing Brant before he lays his body over mine and kisses me. I barely kiss him back still too caught up in pleasure to really try. His lips hover over mine as he gets between my legs and arches my back up. I gasp at the air hitting me and then his cock inside of me in the next second.
I cry out his name among other things, so many other things. This churning between us is insane, paralyzing me, making me unable to think or even see straight. The dim lights of his room are all I get. He takes me long and slow, hitting me deeper every time. We come together even more every time, our bodies connecting, our minds… everything between us is too intense. Too much for comfort, but I enjoy it.
This blinding pleasure, the urge to be with him and get over my fears… simply being with him… I enjoy him, this, us.
In seconds, my body reacts again to a small orgas
m that only makes me clench him harder and want more. He reaches around to rub my clit, the other hand palms my breast and tweaks my nipple until it’s a hardened bud between his fingers.
“Oh, Brant… oh God…”
He grips my hips tighter and puts his hips into it even more, slamming into me, letting his own passion take over. He grunts behind me, his cock hitting me so deeply, our skin slapping together, and moans filling the room. He says the same thing over and over—my name, how good I feel, how hard he is going to come—and I soak all of it up until I come harder than ever before. Maybe than I ever will.
I freeze, my muscles coiling and tightening as I clench him and coax him to come. In a few more seconds, he does. It’s so easy to disappear with him. I wish we never used condoms, feeling him come inside of me, his cock pulsing and filling me. It comes second best to him just holding me the way he does.
Brant collapses next to me pulling me close to him as he rubs my hair and kisses me absently until we relax. My heartbeat is no longer in my ear, but I rest my ear on his chest to feel his—even, perfect—too good to listen to.
He doesn’t ask questions when I say I need my phone to text someone, which is just Damien to tell him I’ll be home late. I want to tell Brant about him, I want to tell him everything. But even as old as I am, I’ve never given all of me like that in a relationship. I don’t even know what we are.
“Brant?”
“Hmm.”
I rest my chin on his chest as I look at him.
“What are we?”
He laughs, his deep rumble filling the room. It makes me smile at how hard he is laughing before he calms down.
“We’re a fucking shitstorm.”
I swat at him, but he doesn’t stop laughing. I sit up and look down at him. I think the sight of my breasts will get him to chill out.
“We can be anything, Cora. You want me, I’m all yours. I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t want to see anyone else. This is all fucking perfect.” He smirks his sexy smile, and I lay next to him gazing into his eyes.
“I’m not seeing anyone else either. And I don’t want to. But, you have to be patient with me.”
He widens his grin. “I can do patient.”
I smile at the look in his eyes. I know he can be patient. He reveled over every inch of my body for thirty minutes before he even used his cock.
“Good. That’s all I’m asking.”
He smiles at me, the look he gets in his eyes is back. Like he can’t bear to look away. Like he could never look at anyone else this way again.
“I’d give you anything you ask for, Cora.” His voice is firm.
“Really?” I snuggle up closer to him.
He laughs like I told a joke. “Yes, really. Anything for you, doll.”
I beam at his pet name for me. It isn’t one that I ever imagined for myself, but when he says it, it feels perfect. Too much with him feels perfect. No seams or cracks. Something has to come crashing down at some point, but I shove that thought aside and focus on him.
“Will you sing to me again?” I bite my lip nervously. He has the most beautiful voice—no imperfections at all. It’s so soulful and full of depth and emotion that I wonder what he must have gone through for it to be like that or if he was always that good.
“You gotta pay big bucks to hear me sing.”
I shove him, and he laughs and pulls me over him. He kisses me before pulling away, holding my hair back behind my ears.
“Let me get warmed up, doll.” He kisses my nose and playfully tosses me on the bed before he grabs his guitar from the corner of the room where he left it last night.
I sit up and grin at him as he sits across from me. I lay down on the pillow and get lost in the tune he plays. A deep melody, nothing too complicated about it, but I guess I wouldn’t know. It’s soft and catchy and plays on until he adds in the words I’ve heard before but still get heated over because they’re about me.
Right now, in this state of mind
If I could be like this all the time
It would be you and me
So guilty of it all we might be a crime
But I’m leaving it all, leaving it all
So much in your eyes all I do is fall
Now I just want you with me
I open my eyes and suddenly
It’s only you and me here
But I’m leaving it all, leaving it all
So much in your eyes all I do is fall
Brant strums through a few more times before I open my eyes to him again and smile. His grin is smug as hell and well deserved as he sets his guitar down distracting me with his perfect naked body. No one should have such chiseled muscles like him, taut abs, and the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. And there are nine of his brothers out there who look like this? I’m shocked.
“You added something.”
“A little something.” He leans on his muscular forearms and kisses my head.
I reach for him, and he comes closer practically jumping into my arms. He kisses me like the ship is going down, and I kiss him back just as much. He tastes amazing and feels so good against my skin. I’m dizzy by the time we break away.
“Cora…” He looks into my eyes, and I nod at him. “I’m gonna love you a lot one day.”
“One day… don’t say that.” I giggle nervously.
“I already said it, and I mean it. I could write all the songs in the world and sing until my throat bleeds, but it won’t be enough. I’m waiting for that day.”
The intensity in his eyes makes me shiver cold but with a heat pumping from my heart and between us. I don’t know what to say to him, my lips part with the threat of the wrong thing.
“Brant…”
He presses his thumb over my mouth and shakes his head.
“Shh. Don’t say anything, just sleep. You’re staying with me tonight.”
15
Brant
I expected to wake up and find Cora gone, but she is still here soundly sleeping and soft and warm next to me in my bed. There hasn’t been anyone in here since I moved. I never wanted anyone in here. Somehow it just feels like a big step with Cora getting her to stay the night. I ignore her still hiding some of her personal life, but we just met, that’s understandable. I have been an open book since I started writing songs and especially when I got my first album signing and became famous. Cora seems like the private type, so it makes it equally exciting and frustrating to be with her.
After a deep inhale of her scent, I slide my hand down to her waist and tug her closer. She stirs in her sleep, her chest rubbing against my arm. I feel her waking up and smile when she does, her eyes still sleepy as she blinks herself awake.
“Good morning, doll.”
She groans and stretches out, mumbling for the time. I tell her it’s only seven.
“I have to go.” She sits up, and I reach for her elbow.
“Wait, no breakfast?” I chuckle.
She smiles back at me and slumps over. “I just…”
“Have a secret task to do?” I arch my brow. She licks her still swollen lips and pulls at her tousled hair. The wild brown locks may be tangled and untamed, but her beauty shines through and makes it all disappear. She’s just perfect.
“No. It’s fine.” She sighs and shakes her head to herself like she resolved whatever it was that happened in her head.
“Good. Let me make you breakfast, and then I’ll take you back home.” I get out of bed and watch her eyes fix on me. “Eyes up here.” I smirk at her.
Her cheeks heat up, and she giggles once. “I don’t have that much time.”
“It’s a fast breakfast, I promise.” I go into the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth, then I toss on some sweats.
Cora sits up in bed, the sheet around her chest.
“All yours. Ten minutes tops, I promise.” I walk over and give her a proper good morning kiss. She tries to push me away—I guess from morning breath—but I ignore her and kiss her. It’s tend
er and short-lived but enough to satiate my need for her. When I pull away, I wink at her and saunter off to the kitchen.
I’m not even that good of a cook, but I know how to make a fast and simple breakfast. She seems like a sunny-side-up egg type of person, so I start on that after starting a pot of coffee and fry some bacon in the pan. I make my eggs scrambled with cheese, and I’m done fast pouring coffee for the both of us when she walks in.
Still in last night’s clothes, her beauty is effortless. I still can’t get over how gorgeous she is but also how the inside matches the outside. I have met some incredibly beautiful, dense people. She isn’t one of them at all.
“You look gorgeous.” I hand her a cup of coffee. She kind of smiles to herself as she hops on the high stool.
“What?” I ask her.
“Nothing, just…”
“You get that a lot?” I finish for her.
She blushes and shakes her head. “It’s only because I… well, I’ve gotten work done. Nothing major.” Cora sips her coffee like it will keep me from asking.
“Like what?” I drink my coffee black.
“Microbladed brows, collagen injections, expensive facials…”
“Did you do anything to your eyes?”
She makes a face. “What? No. Why?”
“Because that’s my favorite thing about you. Your eyes.”
“Oh…”
“And your lips?” I ask. She shakes her head. I grin. “Second favorite thing.”
“Shouldn’t your favorite things about me not be physical things?”
I laugh. “Like your favorite thing isn’t my cock?”
She giggles and shakes her head. “No, my favorite thing is your sense of humor. And your cock.”
“Okay, a revision then. Technically, eyes are okay. But above everything else… your witty personality. That’s my favorite thing. Keeps me on my toes.”
“Thank you. That’s sweet of you.” Cora sips her coffee.
“No problem. We can add to this list later.”
I serve her my gourmet breakfast, and she giggles at the plate. I nudge her as I sit next to her, and she smiles at me.
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