by Yessi Smith
I lift up, licking the swell of her breast before my hands snake around her back, deftly unhooking her nude bra strap.
She sits up, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of me.
Her naked torso on full display.
Not being able to hold back, I cup her full breasts in my hands, letting my thumb graze over her most sensitive spot, causing her to grind down on my center.
My hands are on two separate missions.
One goes to the back of her neck, pulling her down to me.
The other begins the start of my new favorite song.
I flick the button of her cut-offs, much like I would when I’m beginning a new song.
My fingers on the back of her neck tap out a rhythm, sliding into her hair and tangling.
I slide her zipper down slowly, she arches her back as my hand plays down her spine.
I lean up, bending her over backward while I place soft kisses over her chest.
Licking.
Sucking.
Tongue flicking.
Humming a tune she’s imprinting on my soul.
She moans as the back of my knuckles graze inside her panties, rising up off my lap to meet my fingers.
“So eager,” I murmur into her skin, not being able to get enough of her. “Let me play you.”
I flip her over, laying her on her back as I wrap my fingers around the edge of her shorts and panties at the same time, pulling them off her long, toned legs and throw them over my shoulder.
I stand, quickly toe off my shoes and lean down, removing my socks. I slide my shorts off but leave my boxers on.
She raises an eyebrow in the direction of my tented boxers and I smile, shaking my head.
“Not yet, sunshine. I need to keep my wits about me while I worship you, play you a song.”
Her voice is quiet. “Sunshine?”
“You smell and taste like a day at the beach.”
She smiles as I taste her again, sucking on the soft skin of her stomach. “It’s coconut oil. I use it instead of lotion.”
I groan, closing my eyes. “It’s fucking amazing and addicting.”
She smiles a shy smile and my chest expands, knowing that I’m the cause of it.
I take my time, savoring and tasting her all over, covering every inch of her skin.
My tongue dips into her belly button, making a swirling motion before I slide down, spreading her wide under me, bracing my shoulders between her thighs.
I look up at her, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded as she stares at me, licks her lips.
The second my tongue touches her most sensitive spot, her hips shoot up off the mattress, pressing herself into me. With my hands, I keep her still, gripping her hips with one while the other taps out the rhythm to Future Sex/Love Sound with my thumb and fingers against her core.
“Wha… oh my gosh! Don’t… sto… p… it’s soooo good! Brandon!”
The sound of my name on her lips in a moment of ecstasy almost makes me explode.
And then…
She starts humming.
To the beat I’m playing her.
“Oh yeah… I like it just like that…” she part moans, part croons, and that’s all it takes for me. I suck hard, shifting the hand from her hip to her back side, pressing my thumb at the tight nub in the center of her ass and. she. explodes.
I continue to suck and lick and take everything she’s giving me, not letting up until I’ve got it all. Every last drop of her orgasm.
“Get. Up. Here,” she pants, clawing at my back, tugging on my hair.
No hesitation on my part.
I climb up her body, obeying like a good boy.
She flips us over, threading our fingers together, and pinning them above my head.
“My turn,” she murmurs and who am I to deny her of what she wants most?
I place my hands behind my head, eager for her touch. Her lips graze my stomach, the thick, silky strands of dark hair falling on my skin.
I can’t wipe the smile off my face and I’m sure I look like a fourteen-year-old who just saw his first pair of real boobs but I could give a shit at this point. I just can’t believe she’s here with me.
In my bed.
The same place I envisioned her being since the moment our eyes connected during my show.
Chapter Eight
Savannah
Every night since I met Brandon I went to sleep with the vision of him in my mind and woke up thinking of him.
I can’t believe I’m here.
In his bed.
I straddle him and kiss down his chest, relishing in the fact that his skin pebbles with goosebumps with each graze of my lips.
When I get to his black boxer briefs, I pause, look up at him and almost bust out laughing when I see the giant smile spread on his face.
I rise up onto my knees, let out a little giggle, and watch as Brandon’s eyes once again take in my naked body, feeling it like it’s a physical caress.
My fingers make a figure-eight motion through his chest hair and I lean down, letting the coarseness rub against my soft skin, the friction bringing out a moan in each of us.
Slowly I bring my mouth to his, allowing my tongue to sneak out, slipping past his parted lips. He cranes his neck, meeting me before releasing one of his hands from behind his head to grip the back of my neck, keeping me in place.
I have never been kissed by someone like this before.
Like he’s consuming me.
Wants to be consumed by me.
It’s more than just two bodies craving each other.
Deeper.
The connection is in my soul.
Seeking him.
Matching him.
Finding him and discovering, with every touch, that it won’t let go.
I don’t know Brandon.
Not really.
But something about him tells me that it doesn’t matter.
Because my heart?
It knows him.
It’s been closed off for so long.
And suddenly it’s beating again.
Feeling again.
I pull away, keeping our bodies centered as I look down at him.
“Savannah,” he says my name like it’s a prayer, closing his eyes for a brief moment. When he opens them, they’re impossibly darker.
“Let me play you a song, Brandon.”
His nostrils flare at my words.
“I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t let you do, Savannah.”
I nod, knowing exactly what he means as I shimmy down his legs, letting my fingers trail along the muscular edges of his abs.
I wrap my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and pull them down as I crawl backward off his body.
As soon as they’re freed from his legs, I make the trek back up his body, stopping mid-way.
His fingers slip into my hair, tugging lightly as I wrap my lips around his length.
“Oh fucccckkkk,” he groans as his grip tightens.
I hum against him, the same tune he was playing… me.
He plays my spine, up and down as his hips start pumping in tune with my mouth moving up and down.
I suck him in deeply as he groans out, “Oh yeah, just like that.”
A few more beats and he’s had all he can take, hauling me up and twisting until I’m laid out under him.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You, under me, sexy hair fanned out on my pillow and lips swollen from kissing me, sucking me. Could stare at this every single day. And it’s about to get a whole lot better. You covered?” he asks me to which I nod. “I’m clean. I swear. Never ungloved but this? This isn’t just tonight, is it?”
“Oh damn I hope not,” I tease, reaching around to squeeze his rock hard ass.
He chuckles. “No. Definitely not just tonight. But…”
“Just you and me, Brandon.” I reassure him, knowing that he’s not just talking about sex. “I want to feel you. All of you. I don’t know
why and I can’t explain it.”
“You don’t have to. I feel it too.”
His hips shift slightly and he slides into me.
We both groan.
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
His forehead drops to the crook of my neck.
“I’m going to have to ask you not to move for a moment or two. I’ve never felt anything this good. In. My. Life.”
I don’t respond, I don’t have to.
He knows.
That I feel it too.
He sucks in a breath and begins pumping his hips, his movements slow and smooth as he rocks into me.
I rub my hands up and down his strong back.
“So good,” I mumble.
“Yeah.”
He twists his hips off center just a touch, hitting that spot so deep inside that I immediately see stars.
My eyes widen, and I gasp for breath.
“Oh right there! Ohhhhmmyyyyygosh Brandon!”
He begins moving faster and faster, and I wrap my legs around his slim waist while he takes both my hands in one of his, moving them up to the headboard.
His fingers trail down my forearms, my upper arms, over my neck and to my breasts, squeezing one roughly before pinching the tip causing me to gasp.
“So close,” I groan.
“Come. Come with me. It’s never been this good. Never,” he grunts.
“Agghh!” My breath hitches as my orgasm rolls over me in waves.
“Unnhhhh,” he grunts as he follows me.
We lay catching our breath for several beats before he lifts his head and smiles. Kisses me on the lips, my nose, my temple.
“You need to clean up?”
“Yeah. That’d be good.”
“Want me to show you where the bathroom is?” His eyes twinkle as he says it, reminding me that we didn’t take the time earlier for an official tour of his home.
Chapter Nine
Brandon
I had her four times last night, yet I still wake up with a raging erection. I’m pretty sure I’ll never have enough of her.
Though, considering I don’t intend on letting her go, I’m okay with that.
I roll over, pinning her body beneath mine, she moans, still half asleep, but her legs part, opening herself up to me.
I kiss her neck, her cheeks, her closed eyes.
“Brandon,” she murmurs and quickly covers her mouth with the back of her hand.
I chuckle, knowing she’s self-conscious of the threat of morning breath.
Yesterday after I took her for the first time, she realized how serious I was about her not being able to keep any plans. We spent the rest of the night in bed, on the kitchen counter while we made frozen pizza because that’s all the time we wanted to commit to food prep, on the living room floor when we thought we’d try to watch a movie.
“Ready?”
“Always.”
I don’t hesitate.
I plunge.
Deep and invading and hearing her cry out in pleasure and watching her head thrown back in ecstasy… it’s almost too much. Even already knowing how good it is between us, I have a hard time holding back.
And so I don’t.
I piston my hips in a punishing rhythm.
One I hope she still feels tomorrow.
“Oh God don’t stop!”
“Never. I’ll never stop.”
She leans up, morning breath be damned and kisses me square on the lips.
“Sorry – I know that’s gross and my breath is revolting but I just… oh oh oh! Yes!”
She’s so loud and perfect and morning breath or not – which she has but who am I to judge because so do I – I feel like I’m already falling.
And fall I do.
Right over the edge.
Along with her.
“Best. Wakeup. Ever.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
I smirk then press my lips against hers after grabbing a couple tissues to help her clean up.
“Breakfast?” I ask her.
“Think we can focus long enough to make it?”
I chuckle, sucking in a breath when her hand trails a figure-eight through my chest hair, much like she did last night. “I’m willing to try and if we fail…”
She rests her chin on my shoulder and winks at me. “I don’t think I’d mind failing. Not one bit.”
I answer with a grin and another morning breath kiss then slap her on the butt and walk, completely naked, into the kitchen.
“Damn fine back side you’ve got there!” she hollers then I hear the tell tail signs of footfalls on the hardwood.
I look over my shoulder just as she launches herself at me, clinging to my back.
I stumble forward and laugh, gripping her thighs with my hands. She kisses the side of my neck.
“You’re a distraction.”
“Sorry?”
“Ha! Right. You seem incredibly apologetic.”
“You’re right. I’m really not. What are you making me?”
“Nothing that splatters,” I joke, looking down at my still naked body. “But I need food, woman! I’m running dry here.”
She slides down my back and I have to work to keep my body under control, the feel of her nakedness overwhelming any common sense I may have.
“Eggs?” she asks me, looking in my fridge.
I reach around her, brushing my already growing hardness against her thigh.
She moans.
And my phone rings, interrupting the moment.
“Shit.”
She giggles.
I look at my phone and roll my eyes.
I swear she has cameras in my house, knowing when to call.
Damn I hope she doesn’t have cameras in here.
“Hey, Mom,” I answer and notice Savannah stiffens.
I bunch my eyebrows together and turn my head to the side, studying her.
She gives me a wobbly smile and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She points in the direction of the bathroom and I nod.
“Oh my favorite son CAN answer the phone?”
I roll my eyes.
“Only son,” I correct her.
“You’re still my favorite.”
“Whatever.”
“You still mad at me?”
I sigh. “No, Mom. I’m not mad at you. Or anyone, really. I’m just…” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to find the right words. “Disappointed.” I finally land on.
She gasps, “That’s worse!”
“Mom. Just try to see it from my point of view for once.”
“I’m trying, I promise. I am so proud of you for following something you’re passionate about but feel… left out.”
“You’re still making it about you!”
“That’s not what I mean! Listen to me, okay? I just want to be there – FOR you. You’re my son and there’s this huge part of your life you’ve kept – or tried to – hidden from us. Remember how I loved watching you play football? Or run track? It wasn’t because I wanted to brag about you. It was because I loved watching you do something you loved.”
Well when she puts it like that… but still.
“But do you understand how everything in my life has always been centered around everyone else? Whether it’s you or Barrett and Tess or Mia…”
“That’s called family, Brandon.”
I pace back and forth, now in my living room, grateful the blinds are still drawn so I’m not giving the neighborhood a free show. “But… sometimes this family is a tad overbearing.”
“Brandon.”
The sound of Savannah’s voice causes me to look up. She has one of my t-shirts on and I hope to God nothing else.
But the look on her face… that’s something I hope to never see again.
“Who’s there? Is it her?”
“Mom. I gotta go. I’ll call you back.”
And I do something I’ve never done before. I hang up on my own mom.
“Your m
om?”
I nod, swallowing and for the first time feeling a little self-conscious that I’m standing here in front of her naked.
“What was she upset about?”
“The only one who knew I am in a band was Mia, and Cole, of course. But yesterday I found out that the entire family knew – and by entire, I mean my extended family that’s not really my family but people who I’ve known my whole life.”
“And?”
“And… it turns out Mia was the one who told them. Pissed me off. I came to the dock. Found you.”
“You’re upset they know? About that part of your life?”
“Yeah. They always have to have their noses in everything I do and I just… don’t have anything to myself,” I say, sheepishly, feeling like a petulant child for even saying the words.
She shakes her head lightly, closing her eyes then twisting her head, looking away.
“I don’t have much family,” she whispers.
The sound of her voice, look on her face and the way she’s twisting her hands in front of her tells me I need to be clothed for this conversation. “Hold that thought, okay?”
I quickly go to my bedroom, grab a pair of athletic shorts and pull them on before making my way back to the living room.
Without looking at me, she begins. “My parents, they left when I was sixteen.”
Shit. “Left?”
“Well, first they wrote us a note, not that it really helped. Their explanation wasn’t worth a shit. My sister, Grace. She raised me.”
“Wait. Grace? Not Lily Cole’s friend, Grace, right?”
“One in the same.”
“That’s your sister?”
“Yeah? Do you know her?”
How do I explain this?
“My um, not cousin or anything but that extended family that’s not really family? Yeah – she’s Cole’s cousin. You know, my best friend Cole, Mia’s boyfriend? And I’ve known Lily since I was born, too. Her dad, James, is really close with the family. Lily’s mentioned her friend Grace and her little sister Savannah a bunch of times. I guess I never put it together that you could be that Savannah until you said her name.”
She nods her head, seeming to follow along with my confusing six degree of separation explanation.
“Lily is one of Grace’s best friends,” she tells me though I already know but doesn’t give me time to respond before continuing her story. “I woke up the first day of summer break before my junior year of high school to a note taped to the fridge. They were gone. Not that it was that different. When I was ten, they met some new people. And stopped being parents. My sister was fourteen and did everything for me. She had to register us for school. Make our meals. Even get groceries on her bike. My parents would lay out a handful of cash on the counter and just expect us to know what to do.”