“Fuck that, baby. I can’t. Do you know how hard I am right now? You have to know, Braun. You’re standing in front of me wearing nothing but a short towel with your vibrator in your hand, and all I can see in my mind is what I would have walked in on if I had come in five minutes later. And fuck me, if it isn’t the sexiest goddamned scene I could imagine.” Un-fucking-acceptable. I will not allow her to feel shame for having needs, but she will soon learn that I will still be the one responsible for her pleasure. “No. A woman who knows what she wants—how to please herself—is beautiful. You’re so goddamn beautiful. Do not be ashamed, hear me? It’s sexy-as-fuck, Braun. Sexy-as-fuck.”
I gently touch her face, and speak to her softly, working so hard to put her at ease, to convince her it’s all so fucking good, that she needs to relax.
“Please, Braun, let me see you, sweetheart. Show me, baby; show me what I would have seen. Bring me to my knees like I know you can,” I pretty much beg her. I swear, just standing here knowing she’s naked under that towel has my cock raging a war against my fly, trying to get the fuck out to join the party. It takes a few minutes but soon I manage to convince her to let herself go with me at the helm.
“Levi,” she whispers and tries to give me an excuse. “I can’t…I’ve never, in front of anyone before, I’m—I—I can’t, I’m so embarrassed. I don’t ever do this…well, not often,” she says, motioning to the vibrator between us that we are now both staring at. “I just…with you, my thoughts of you, and all the feelings along with the tension, I guess I, uh, I just needed some release,” she shrugs and shyly averts her eyes, praying that I drop it, I’m sure, but knowing there’s no way in hell that I will.
I’m so far gone into the imagery of her pleasing herself that I barely hear what she’s saying. It’s like my sense of hearing shorts out and the next thing I know I’m stepping even closer to her.
I start whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and ghostwhisper along her neck: “Please, baby. Show me what I would have seen. You’re killing me. We don’t have to touch, in fact, I promise I won’t touch, I’ll just watch. That is, unless you want me to touch you,” I plea hoping my promise helps. All I catch at the end of my little tirade of pleas and promises is her nodding in agreement. She talks about not being ready for sex, how she feels bad, but it’s the least of my thoughts right now. I just want to see her.
“I know, baby, trust me. I know you need time. I’m not going anywhere. I can wait. I love all we do.” I kiss her nose, tracing my fingers along her soft shoulders.
“God, Levi, soon. Soon. I’m getting there. That’s why I…I had—was gonna, you know.” She motions to the vibrator between us.
“I know, baby, I get it. Show me what I do to you, how I affect you. Show me what you fantasize about me doing. I know it will be incredible. You’re incredible.” And with that, Braunwyn nods for me to continue.
I smile so big, it’s like I’m a teenager about to see boobies for the first time.
I lay gentle kisses across her mouth before undoing the knot. As the plush white towel falls to the floor at her feet, I swear my jaw lands right on top of it. There’s a holy fucking goddess standing before me, and she’s a sight to behold. She’s all milky-white flawless skin with full tits and—fuck me—a smooth-shaved pussy that has saliva pooling in my mouth as it longs to taste, lick and smell this girl. “Jesus Christ, Braun, you’re breathtaking,” I growl. This woman is perfect. “Now get on the damn bed, Scrappy. Show me. I need to watch, before I fuckin’ combust.”
Fuck me if I don’t feel like I’ve just defeated the world’s greatest villain! I fight the urge to pound my chest in triumph as she finally makes her way over to her bed. After climbing to the top, she turns on some music, and the sweet sounds of the woman singing do nothing but highlight how fucking sexy my girl looks before me.
I can’t stop the command that falls from my lips as I take her in. “Spread your legs wide, baby. Let me see all of you. Yeah, fuck that’s it. You’re so fucking pink and pretty.” I stand at the foot of her bed regretting my stupid vow not to touch her, I pretty much have to keep my hands fisted at my sides as the urge is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Now I know how an addict trying to kick their habit feels, it’s motherfucking painful.
“You’re so fucking sexy Wyn—Braun. I can’t take my eyes off you.” Shit. I try to recover as quickly as possible; the last thing I want to happen here is for her to freak out. Thank fuck she only wavers for a second before looking up at me again with her eyes at half-mast with lust.
“That’s it. Open your legs, baby. Let me see your pussy. I can smell that you’re excited, and you smell heavenly, Scrap.”
Yeah, my girl likes dirty talk. She begins running the vibrator across her pussy, and slides first the tip in and out, then goes deeper and harder; the sound of her wetness and the suction is all I can hear. It’s taking everything for me not to jump on the bed and sink my cock deep within her sweetness.
“God, that is hot as fuck right there. Fuck, you’re a sight. Yeah, baby, slide it up inside, imagine it’s my cock, show me. Yeah, fucking show me what it will be like.” I move my hands to rest on my painful cock. Fuck, this girl. The sound of the vibrator gets louder and I realize Braun’s turning up the speed.
After my last command, Braun tells me to just shut up and watch. I love seeing her let go like this, knowing that she trusts me enough to give me this. After some more moaning and turning up the speed dial one more time, I can tell Braun is on the brink. I have managed to shut the fuck up, for the most part.
“You like what you see, Levi?” she asks, and I snap. I can’t keep quiet anymore, I need to be an active participant.
“Fuck, Braunwyn, I can’t stay quiet. You’re driving me crazy. Shit, yeah, that’s it. Slide it in again, baby. God, now this time rub it over your clit, allow the pressure to take you over.” Fuck, yeah. She does what I say, bringing me to my knees. My cock is screaming for release when she begs me for more dirty talk.
“Levi, mm-oore. Talk to me. God, your voice…I need it.”
I stifle a laugh ’cause not a second ago she was telling me to “Shut up and just watch.” Holy fucking shit, I swear I’m about to come in my pants. I have no choice but to loosen my jeans a bit as I take in the sight before me.
“That’s it, baby, rub it on your clit, show me the sweet spot. Let me see you come.” She writhes and moans while she does what I ask, and soon we’re both breathing even more heavily; it’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
Fuck me, it’s like I’ve just found the best Tumblr GIF known to man and I want to save it. Better still I want to archive it, then let it play on repeat over and over while I stroke my cock to it for the rest of my life. Fuck me, I need to come. But I don’t, instead I stare in awe and wonderment as I watch my words help to push this magnificent creature to the brink.
Fucking promises.
“Jesus, you’re so goddamned perfect. You imagining that it’s my tongue lapping up the sweet juices dripping from your hot cunt? Fuck, trust me I wish it was. Hell, you’re so damn wet, I can see it. Shit, Braun it’s killing me, baby. I can only imagine how hot and tight your fucking pussy is. Jesus, Scrappy you’re gonna make me fuckin’ come.” With a moan Braun suddenly shifts positions to where she’s now spread out in front of me on her knees and elbows. She’s hovering over the dildo’s tip, teasing her clit, while moving her sweet ass up and all around as if she were riding my dick.
“Holy shit.” If I died right now I’d be the happiest bastard who ever lived. It’s taking all my restraint to keep myself rooted at the foot of the bed. Never in my life have I seen anything so erotic as Braunwyn Daniels riding her pink dildo while getting off on my words. Until the very next moment, when I watch her turn the vibrator up to full-speed and see her start coming all over herself. Jesus Christ.
“Levi, I need your touch. I want it. Pleeaase—give it to me. I don’t want your promise. I want your touch,” she begs, and I crack. The next
thing I know I’m on top of her about to flip her over when I hear it.
“Hallllllooooooooo! Braun, we’re back! Emme had a little accident, she’s fallen in the mud. You down there? She needs a change of clothes.”
Suddenly, Braun tumbles out of bed, and scrambles for her own clothes like a lunatic, unceremoniously tossing her vibrator under her bed.
“Shit, shhh. Levi, shhh.”
“Yeah, Grams, we’re still here,” Braun shouts. “Levi was…uhh, just looking at the leaky faucet for me while I finished getting myself ready.” She looks at me and shrugs while mouthing “I froze, I couldn’t think what to say.” She giggles.
I pull her close to me. “Thank you for that, Scrappy, you’re perfect. Thank you for giving me that.” I kiss her nose as I hold her in my arms. “And mark my words, next time, I will be the one to make you come. Not some fucking toy. You’re lucky they came home, Scrappy,” I whisper. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful when you come. I can’t wait to see it again,” I add quietly, as we hear Emmerson and Grams thumping across the upstairs kitchen floor.
“Maybe next time I can play the role of director.” Braun reaches for me, a sly smile as she rubs my hardness through my jeans, again driving me out of my fucking mind.
Fuck me, this woman is perfect. What she just gave me is something I will never forget.
“And if you keep doing what good boyfriends do, I’ll help you out later tonight.” She nips my lip with my teeth.
“What good boyfriends do, eh? And what’s that? Push you to orgasm?” I move my brows suggestively.
“No, they listen like good boys should.”
“Oh, really?” I say in a low voice. “I don’t think so, baby. I wear the pants and you listen to me, woman. You will help me out, but not tonight. That was all for you, but believe me I enjoyed every fucking second.”
“Hi, Shaggy! Mommy, I fell down,” a little voice says from the stairs.
Once Braun gets Scooby changed out of her mud-covered clothes, we all hang out for a bit. I feel like my face is beet red; Grams keeps giving us both knowing grins.
Then Braun and I go spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company over a great dinner, good conversation, a walk downtown, and finally a stop for ice cream from Sweet Escapes. It was easily the best date I’ve ever had and I didn’t even get laid. I got a lot more.
I am a complete goner for this girl.
Chapter 31
Braunwyn
Today is Brock University’s annual “Bowling for the Health of It” campaign.
I’m excited to be a part of such an amazing event, which supports a cause that is near and dear to my heart: all of the money raised goes to the Kids Help Phone, an organization which offers advice to young callers who need someone talk to or simply to listen. I think with the increase in teen and adolescent suicide rates, options like Kids Help Phone need to be both supported and promoted. I often wonder if I should have tried to call the hotline back when I knew Shawn was suffering with his depression. Maybe I could have been given some advice or signs to watch out for, or found out where to go for more help?
One of my goals this year was to join a few more social groups on campus. With working, my course load, and Emmerson (and now Levi, also), the only one I had time to participate in was the Philanthropy Club. This club is perfect for me because it involves volunteering at a bunch of charitable events throughout the year. There are about forty of us and the jobs range from distributing posters and being active on social media to actually working the events. Luckily, it was the club I was most interested in out of all the choices.
I hold the door open for a way-too-excited Emmerson as we enter the bowling alley.
“Slow down, Little Miss. We need shoes, and then we’ll find Levi, but I need you to stay with Mommy. No running off, there are way too many people here. I know you’re excited; Mommy is too,” I assure her. Sounds of falling pins and kids screaming in delight flood my ears as we move toward the rental counter. The Perfect Strike is packed, and Juan, our club’s chair, told me while welcoming us at the door that we have more sponsors and participants today than in previous years.
For me, of course, the best part is Levi. It turns out that the main sponsor over the last three years has been Pub Fiction. I had to laugh last week when Emmerson asked him to sponsor her for her “Bowl-a-fawn”. Her face lit up like a Minion eating a banana when he gave her a hundred bucks and then shared with me how Pub Fiction and Juan teamed up three years ago and have been running this event with increasing success ever since.
“Hi, there, my sweet Scooby,” he calls before scooping her up into his arms. Holy moly, is he looking all sexy in his dark-wash jeans and that blue button-down which pulls just tightly enough across his chest that I can see all the dips and grooves of his muscles. He looks so delicious, hell, I just wanna dip a scone in him and drink him all up like a pumpkin-spice latte. What the hell is happening to me? I’m like a raging hormone around this man.
“Hi, Scrappy,” he says, leaning in for a kiss and whispering into my ear. “I’ve missed you two, glad you’re finally here.” It feels good being with Levi like this, out in the open as a couple, acting like boyfriends and girlfriends do.
“Me too.” I nestle myself close to him as we walk—his left arm around my waist and Emmerson held tight in his right—to our lane, where we will be bowling with Ryker and Kat.
She spots us first, and I have to admit that as Kat approaches I’m a bit nervous. I’ve yet to meet Ryker or Kat (except to wave politely at one another across the lobby of the movie theatre that day), but Levi has told me all about them, including their crazy courtship, how great they are, as well as how much he loves them both. You’d think I would feel comfortable, knowing so much about them already, but I really want their approval in regard to me and Emmerson.
My nerves evaporate immediately as the smiling brunette with friendly emerald eyes comes over and gives me a warm hug.
“Hi!” she waves, “you must be Braunwyn. I’m Kat, and this here is Ryker,” she points to the handsome man now glued to her back. “We’ve heard so much about you, it’s so good to finally meet you. I’m looking forward to spending the day all together,” Kat beams, causing any tension I had been feeling to dissipate.
“And this here,” Levi comes closer, bringing Emme with him, still in his arms, “is my pal Scooby, but you can call her Emmerson.”
“Hi, Emmerson. I’m Kat and this is Ryker. Are you excited to bowl? We’re gonna beat the pants off these boys, aren’t we?”
“Yes, I so wanna beat the boys. I wove bowlin’,” she smiles and all the adults laugh.
“Hey, Scooby, no fair. I thought you were on my side? I thought we were Mystery Inc.?”
“Oh, sorry, Shaggy. I gotta be wif the girls. We are the winners, you know.”
*
The afternoon progresses with ease; we’re all having so much fun. Levi is a natural with Emmerson; he will make such an amazing father one day to some lucky little girl or boy. For a split second, that notion makes my eyes sting as I sit picturing Levi being a father, married to another woman. One who isn’t me. The vision causes a short sharp stab in my stomach, one that is surprisingly painful.
I worry that my little girl will never experience that bond, that unrelenting love that comes so unconditionally from a father. My heart hurts at these thoughts but then I shake them off as best I can, thinking instead of all the good my sweet baby girl has in her life: Grams, London, me, and for now, Levi. I mean, how many little girls have three strong women who would do absolutely anything for them, or a crazy bond with an incredible friend like Levi? Just as I’m wiping away an errant tear, Levi is standing in front of me, having appeared out of nowhere as if he knew I was thinking of him, wanting him. His comfort. His words. Him.
“It’s your turn, Scrappy. You ready?”
I see mirth radiating from his eyes, their colouring crystal clear, reflecting his happiness and the realization hits
me that he’s chosen us. He wants to be in our lives, as much as we want him there. A wave of contentment washes over me. I inwardly smile at a realization hitting me, that other than Emmerson, Grams and London, Levi Eddison is quickly becoming my favourite person.
“Um, what are you doing crossing enemy lines, Mr. Eddison? No boys allowed over here,” I tease, shaking off my sulky mood.
“Seeing as Ryker and Kat took Scooby to go buy drinks and hot dogs for everyone, I figured I’d give you some bowling pointers, ’cause honestly, baby, you’re kind of letting your team down.” He comes up close behind me, grabs my hand in his, and mimes throwing a bowling ball.
“Huh. I see. I hadn’t realized I was bringing ‘Team Pink Girls’ (as Emme named us) down.” I rub my chin like I’m deep in thought. “I’m pretty sure the score implies otherwise, Mister,” I add, nodding to the overhead monitor.
“Okay, okay,” he raises his hands in mock surrender, “maybe I just needed some close-time with my girl.” He spins me around and kisses me on the lips.
“Hi,” I say softly, looking up at him as the kiss ends way too soon for my liking.
“Hi, baby. You better, now? You looked so serious there a couple minutes ago. I thought you might have needed to get out of that head of yours.”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking about…things,” I sigh. “I think I’m getting ready to have that big talk with you that I’ve been putting off. I think it’s time I open up to you. Maybe tonight I can get Grams to keep an eye on Emme after bed and I’ll come over?”
“Mmmm, I’d like that, Scrappy,” he quickly nuzzles my neck and there’s an immediate zing right to my clit. “You always smell so fuckin’ good. Now, let me teach you how to bowl like a champ. Back to the regular scheduled program of fun. We can play serious later. As long as we’re good, it can all wait,” he muses walking us over to the ball dispenser.
“We’re more than good,” I say, reaching for a hot pink ten-pound ball, which in turn causes him to laugh, “Of course you pick the pink one, you’re such a girl, Daniels. You two and your damned pink.” Taking the ball from my hand he stands behind me, my ass to his groin, not perfectly aligned because of our height difference but I can certainly feel his proximity.
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