Connections

by Amber Bourbon

  She shook her head to answer no.

  “Has any man ever given you the butterflies I do? I know you have them right now. I can see it in your eyes.”

  She closed her eyes, “Brad, I can’t spend my whole life being the woman you fuck because Claire isn’t giving you any unless she wants a child.”

  Brad let his hand drift down her neck slowly, “I’m sorry if that’s how I made you feel Shayla. Everything between us was always so intense, so raw. I didn’t understand it then.”

  “I don’t understand it now.” She confessed as she felt the scarf drift away from her body.

  “Did you understand it then?” his hands began to push away the sweater.

  Her eyes were locked on his, “I thought I did. I thought I loved you, that you loved me. I did so many stupid things for you Brad.”

  “Do you regret the things you did for me?”

  Her heart raced as she felt his hands sliding under her t-shirt, they were hot against her chilled skin. “No.”

  Brad smiled, “I promise, no more being a bonus, unless you want to.”

  “I can’t go back to this Brad. I can’t be your mistress.”

  He pulled her t-shirt off of her, his hands running up her body to her lace bra. “You aren’t my mistress Shayla. You are the woman I love.”

  “But you’re married.” Her body responded to his touch, encouraging him. She wanted him.

  She needed to feel Brad touch her.

  “Only on paper” He kissed her neck, hearing her purr with pleasure. “It’s only for the kids. Once they’re old enough to deal with it, we’re getting divorced.”

  “What am I supposed to do? Just wait around?” Her fingers combed his hair as he moved to kiss her between her breasts.

  “Give me a chance.” Brad had sunk down to his knees as he reached to unbutton her jeans.

  Shayla pulled away for a moment as she looked at him.

  His eyes said it all.

  He wanted her.

  He needed her.

  Now and always.

  She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her body out of them, leaving her standing in front of him in her pink lace bra and matching panties. She went towards the bed, “Are you joining me, or not?”

  Brad began to pull his own t-shirt off, and slug off his jeans as he watched her pose on the bed. He’d never thought he’d get another chance with her, he was going to make this last, he was going to remind her how good it felt to be with him. He was going to close the deal.

  Her heart was racing as she watched him crawl to her, his hair was closer to salt and pepper now than it had been the last time, but it turned her on even more. None of the other men she’d slept with had looked at her the way he did.

  He pushed her legs apart, kissing his way up them, his tongue teasing her thighs before he gave her one, slow, long lick over her panties before he reached up to pull them down.

  Her pussy was wet, her scent filling his senses, turning him from a hungry man to a ravenous one. He took the time to enjoy her, the taste just as he’d remembered, just as he’d longed for all this time.

  His cock was hard, but he knew it would get relief; he just had to build up to it. He had to remind Shayla just what he could do for her.

  Her body radiated with passion as she felt herself grinding her pussy into Brad’s face. It had been far too long since a man had gone down on her with this kind of attention. She was almost afraid to let herself come and have it end, yet he did that one simple move that always got her as his tongue and fingers moved in a way of a master musician playing their instrument.

  “Oh Brad.” She cried out, her body against his face, “Uncle Brad!”

  He could hear her screams, and the moment she called him Uncle Brad, his cock got as hard as it possibly could. He loved when they played this little part of the game. He moved up her body with kisses, stopping at each breast before looking up at her, “What do you want Uncle Brad to do to you Shayla? Do you want him to fuck you like the naughty little girl you are?”

  His hand still played with her clit, bringing her close.

  She nodded as she bit her lip.

  “Say it Shayla, say fuck me Uncle, fuck me now.”

  “Fuck…me...Brad…fuck…now…please!” She gasped before he brought both his hands to her breasts.

  “Since you said please, I’m going to fuck you hard and good.” His hands moved to her hips, pulling her hot, dripping pussy closer to his hungry dick.

  He stroked himself a couple of times, ran a palm over her pussy, causing her body to jerk with need before he rubbed his cock again. “You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you? Don’t worry; Uncle Brad will help you out.”

  Shayla was half out of her mind when she felt Brad slowly enter her. He stayed still for a moment as if getting used to the feel of her pussy trying to milk his dick.

  Brad enjoyed just how tight she was around him. She’d always been tight, even after she fucked bigger men. He always enjoyed how she didn’t seem to get stretched out like the other women he fucked.

  He started to thrust, his hands on her hips, trying to pace her with his movements. He wasn’t going to last long; he’d been far too horny to take this slow.

  He moved like a jackrabbit as he fucked her.

  Shayla hadn’t felt anything this frenzied, this passionate in a very long time.

  He fit in her so well, the way he fucked her hit all the right places as she felt herself leave her body as she came.

  She could hear him moaning, saying her name.

  She could feel him clinging to her body, still slowly thrusting after spewing his seed inside of her body.

  This was unreal.

  It had felt so good.

  She opened her eyes to see Brad lying next to her, their bodies entwined, “That was…”

  “Amazing” He kissed her, pulling her body against his. “It can be like this always.”

  Shayla enjoyed the feeling of his body against hers, “Just hold me, please.” She wasn’t ready to commit to this. Not with everything else. She just wanted to feel his touch, his breath against her neck.

  “I’m not letting you go again.” He promised as one arm wrapped around her chest and the other reached down to bring her to another climax.

  Shayla let herself give into his touch again, as she tried to convince herself things would be different this time since Brad said so.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The air, the water, the sand were all cold, but that didn’t stop Cassandra as she removed her shoes, sock and dug her feet into the sand. Her head hurt, her body yearned to be touched again, but the thought of Jordan touching her didn’t intrigue her the way the thought of Gavin wrapping his arms around her did.

  She had to stop pretending. This wasn’t healthy for her or Jordan. How much longer could they keep this up really? Neither of them were very happy.

  Could they really keep going on just sex?

  No, not after what they’d experienced the other night.

  Gavin had changed everything.

  “Aren’t your feet cold?” His voice was thick like syrup as he sat beside her, looking out at the Atlantic.

  “I enjoy the feel of the sand between my toes too much to care right now.” She looked over at him; the sun was behind him, giving him the effect of a glow from behind.

  “Where is Jordan going?” He kept looking out to the water as the waves moved in, slowly, rhythmically.

  “Back to the city” She looked back at the water, digging her toes in deeper.

  He looked over at Cassandra, the way her hair danced with the wind, “Is everything okay?”

  “We broke up.” She turned him, struck by the depth of his eye color.

  He tried not to smile, “I’m sorry.”

  “No you’re not.”

  “Your right, I’m not.”

  “Why?” She tried to read his body language but she wasn’t sure what he was trying to convey.

  “All the two of you had togethe
r was sex. That can’t last forever. You want more. You crave more.”

  “What makes you so sure of that?”

  Gavin leaned in close to her, “I felt it when I touched you the other night. I felt the way you touched me.”

  “All we had was sex.” She countered.

  He smiled and looked back at the water, “That might be so, but it was different between you and me. It was different for you then it was with Jordan. It was different for us then it was for me and Jordan.”

  She wrapped her arms around her body as the wind began to pick up, “It had just been a while since I’d been with a man.”

  He put an arm around her, pulling her close to him, “Come with me to get a Pizza.”

  “Are you asking me out on a date?” Cassandra couldn’t deny that it felt good to have his arms around her this way.

  “Yes, I am. I want to get to know you.”

  Cassandra could feel her heart racing as he looked at her. “Let’s make this easy, we’ll go back to my house which is about 5 yards away, order a pizza and open a bottle of wine.”

  “That sounds perfect.” He kissed the top of her head before helping her up and grabbing her shoes.

  Cassandra ran towards her house, enjoying the warm floor as she moved to the kitchen, stopping only when she saw the note on the counter.

  I get it Cass; we had fun, now we move on. J

  Next to the slip of paper was a set of keys. Cassandra picked them up and tossed them in a drawer.

  “She’s really gone, isn’t she?”

  Gavin nodded from his spot in the doorway, “Yeah, she is. I’m sorry.”

  Cassandra crumpled up the piece of paper into a tight ball throwing it towards the trashcan, only to have it bounce off the rim.

  Gavin came up behind her, massaging her shoulders, “What can I do for you?”

  She didn’t really have an answer for him, or for herself. She felt her body lean into his as she closed her eyes.

  She turned around, kissing him slowly.

  Gavin returned the kiss as he pulled her body closer to his.

  “Make love to me.” She requested as she rested her forehead on his chest.

  Gavin didn’t answer; he just lifted her up in his arms as he carried her out of the kitchen and into the living room before gently placing her down on the couch. He lowered himself to his knees and he looked at her, the glow of the setting sun shining from the backyard windows casting an erotic glow around her.

  He let himself study every aspect of her body as he removed her clothes slowly, watching the way her body responded to his touch, the way her nipple began to harden before he even touched it, the way she leaned into him as if yearning for him to kiss, lick and suckle on any body part possible.

  Leaning forward Gavin kissed the space between her breasts, each hand cupping one, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as he kissed down her stomach towards her cotton panties. He pushed the covering aside, leaving them on her as he slowly let his tongue tease and lick.

  Gavin could feel Cassandra’s legs wrap around his body, urging for more from him, in a combination of desperation and lust.

  He moved slowly, trying to make sure that everything was about her, not him. He responded to her moans, the almost inaudible pleas of where to touch her and when. It was obvious to him that she needed to feel important, special, that it had been far too long since she’d been anything but a pussy to fist.

  She was about to climax; Cassandra could feel it in her toes as the electricity ran through her body. She’d been with plenty of people over the years, lots of men, lots of women. None of them had ever done to her, what Gavin was right now. At least, not in the way he did it, with this kind of intensity.

  “I need you in me.” The words released from her, before she even knew they existed.

  “Your wish.” He kissed her as they moved backwards on the couch, her beneath him as he used one hand to undo his jeans and release his throbbing, aching cock.

  She reached out to touch him, when he took her hand. “No, this is about you, your pleasure.”

  Cassandra felt a wave of desire unlike anything else she’d ever experienced. She watched as his eyes locked on hers, his body hovering over her as he slid inside of her, before he began to thrust with a slow urgency, rocking their bodies as she reached her crescendo moments before he did.

  Their sweat glistening in the setting sun as Gavin held Cassandra tight and close. “I don’t know what we’ve got going on here, but I’m not running away from it.”

  Cassandra, pushed away the wisps of hair on his face, “Whatever this is, we’ll let it run its course, when we’re done, we’re done, if we’re not, we’re not.”

  “What are you saying Cass?”

  She licked her lips as she composed her thoughts, “What I’m saying is that, when this doesn’t work for me or for you, we just end it. We don’t drag this out for any reason. Deal?”

  “Deal.” Gavin ran his hand over her forehead, smoothing her hair away from her eyes, this moment, right here, right now felt like something he would never be able to part with.

  CHAPTER TEN

  “Carter?” Zach called out as he walked into the house. He’d spent most of the day just walking around town, trying to wrap his head around the thoughts and feelings that were coming up thanks to Shayla.

  He jogged up the steps, his feet aching from his dress shoes and stopped at his brothers door, pushing it open and finding Carter in bed, with his naked ass exposed to the world.

  “Gross bro.” Zach shook his head as his brother looked at his through drowsy eyes.

  “What time is it?”

  Zach looked at his phone, “Four in the afternoon. Have you been in bed all day?”

  “Shit, I missed church. Now I’m going to have to deal with Eva.”

  “Why are you still in bed and naked. Who the hell did you screw last night?”

  Carter felt a moment of panic, “Just some hot piece of ass I hook up with every now and then. What can I say, she loves my dick.” He lied, about some of it. Amanda had enjoyed everything they’d done the night before and early in the morning before she snuck back over to her own house.

  “Glad to see some things never change. You always were a man whore.”

  Carter pulled his blankets around his body, “Me? You’re the one whose just now getting home, you obviously spent the night with Shayla Daniels. If you didn’t get laid then she’s changed.”

  Zach sighed, “What goes on between Shayla and I, is just that, between us.”

  “She at least blew you right? She is amazing at that. She does this thing with her tongue that, man I wish I could get another girl to do, they just can’t do it the way she does.” Carter lost himself in a moment of sexual nostalgia.

  “I’m gonna go take a shower, you might want to think about taking one of your own and washing those sheets. It smells almost as bad as a whore house.” Zach slammed the door behind him.

  His head was throbbing as he entered his old bedroom grabbing a pair sweats and heading into his bathroom. He turned the water on high, feeling the steam building, opening his pores. He stripped the suit off, creating a messy pile with the pieces.

  The water was just hot enough as he stepped in, letting it cascade over his body. He stood under the stream for a moment before soaping up his body. He hadn’t realized how tired, how worn his body felt after walking around all day, the half sleep of the night before while holding Shayla close.

  Zach could feel his body reacting to the memory of her body against his, the smell of her hair, skin, and the way the thought of her touch sent an electric wave through his body. He grabbed his aroused cock with his soapy hand, tugging slowly at first, urging himself to release.

  Zach was surprised at how quickly he'd gotten himself worked up and done. He leaned around the shower wall, his hand held out under the shower spray. The water vapor surrounding him, and every touch he'd received from Shayla played in his mind, every touch he wanted to receive
tried to play out in his imagination.

  This was different, this thing with them. He had never felt it before, not with his college girlfriend, or the woman he'd dated a year before from Boulder.

  His heart was racing as he turned the water off; he had to find something to keep his mind off of Shayla. He had to focus on his meeting in the morning. His life could change, his dream could come true.

  After drying off and getting dressed Zach went back to his bedroom and lay down on the bed. His poster of Britney Spears plastered on the ceiling stared down at him. He laughed at himself was the nostalgia washed over him.

  "Bro, what are you doing?" Carter’s voice floated through the door.

  "Just lying here, come on in." Zach stretched out, and yawned just now realizing how tired her really was.

  "Want pizza?"

  "Sure, Joes?"

  "Yeah, I'll go call it in."

  "Carter?"

  "What?"

  Zach sat up, feeling small and very much like his dorky, awkward high school self, "When you and Shayla dated in high school, was she aggressive or passive?"

  Carter chuckled, "She was the aggressive one. She couldn't get enough of me."

  Zach looked around, "Did you love her?"

  "In a way, I did. She's not the love of my life. I'll probably never have a love of my life. I'm not the kind of guy who falls in love. And before you ask, I don't think she loved me either."

  "Did you keep in touch after high school?"

  Carter shook his head, "No, I went to Rutgers, she went to NYU. She got in with a whole different crowd."

  "What kind of crowd?"

  "I think she started seeing some older guy." Carter sat on the foot of the bed, "I think he was married or something. He kept her in a studio apartment in the city. Her parents just thought she had a great deal on student housing."

  "Wow, really?"

  "Yeah, Shayla gets very intense. I know you've always had a thing for her, but Zach she's just going to be trouble."

  "What if she's the kind of trouble that I want?"

  Carter laughed, "Then this is nothing that I can do for you at all. You are going to be nothing but heartbroken by the end of the week if possible."