Open Lanes

by Mary Morano

  “Last chance to say no.” He whispers to me. Yeah… sure. Like there is any chance I’m saying no to anything right now. He could ask me for just about anything and I would give it to him just to feel his mouth on me. I don’t answer him with words, but with actions. I thread my fingers through his soft hair, and gently yank his face where I want it. The soft laugh he lets out sends vibrations through me, and I moan again. His lips close on my clit, sucking gently, and I nearly fly off the bed in appreciation. He hums letting me know he likes my response, so I hold nothing back from him. I let him see exactly what he does to me, as I shiver, moan, and pull at his hair. His tongue peaks out and starts massaging my clit. His finger travels down, circling my hole before gently pushing inside and curving toward my sweet spot. My moans get louder, and I’m pretty sure I’m pulling the hair out of his scalp, as I ride his face and curse. Another finger enters and he sucks my clit hard into his mouth. My body spasms, my soul leaves for a few seconds and the world tilts, as I’m thrown headfirst into the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. Pleasure pulses through me, my body twitches, as he gently pulls his fingers out and licks me clean, before putting his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean too. My body clenches again and I’m not sure if I came again or if it was aftershocks from the first one.

  “Damn, you are so sweet. So, addicting. I can’t decide if I want to feel your tight silk pussy wrapped around my cock right now or if I want to taste you again.” He licks his lips as he stares down at me, heat radiating from his eyes. My body clenches again as his gaze travels up and down it. I love the dirty way he talks to me, the way his stare burns my skin. I’ve never felt sexier in my life than I do at this moment. I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him toward me, sucking his tongue into my mouth as soon as our lips touch. The taste of me fills my mouth, and I moan. Damn, everything about him, about us, is driving me crazy, I need more. As if he can read my thoughts, he pulls my hands over my head, holding them together against the mattress with one hand. His other reaches down and slowly dips inside me. He uses my own moisture to circle my clit before entering me again. Then repeats the movement again. And again. And again. I moan uncontrollably against his lips, sucking on his tongue like I want to do to his cock, as I ride his fingers to a second climax.

  After I come back down, he pulls back and starts taking off his clothes. Through all of this, I didn’t even realize he was still fully dressed. That’s how far gone he has me. He grabs the back of his shirt with one arm and pulls it over his head. I watch as his hands run down his abs to his pants, and he pops the button before allowing them to fall to the floor. His body belongs memorialized in stone. His calves and thighs are strong and lean. His abs and chest would make any man jealous and any woman fawn. He is mine, and I want to enjoy every inch of him. His thumbs hook in the band of his cotton boxers, which do little to hide the bulge beneath. Slowly, he slips them down. This view is better than any strip show I’ve ever seen. My eyes focus on his cock that is sticking out like a lighthouse would, drawing all my attention. I am not sure the word humongous even accurately describes the monster he has between his legs. Not only is it at least 9-inches, it is thicker than anything I have ever seen before, including porn. The thought passes through my mind about how excited Jess would be if she knew the rumors about him were really, really wrong, he is way bigger than even I thought. Too bad that piece of information will die with me. It’s so big that I’m not sure how it’s going to fit, but I am all for figuring it out. Looking beyond the size, his cock is smooth, with a bright pink mushroom-shaped tip that has precum dripping from it. It doesn’t seem logical, but all I can think of is that it’s beautiful. His perfect-shaped cock belongs in a museum, hanging on a wall for all to see. But since I am not into sharing, I’ll make sure to worship it as it deserves to be. I subconsciously lick my lips, his eyes follow the movement with a growl, and his cock jumps. I do it again and he stalks back over, climbing back up my body. He lines us up, deeply kissing me while reaching over for the condoms on the bedside table.

  “Wait, I want to taste you too.” I tell him as my hand reaches out for his wrist. I don’t know who is more shocked by my statement. Usually, I’m shy in bed, not comfortable expressing my wants and needs, but it seems something about Brayden obliterates that shyness, and I’m left feeling like a sexy vixen he makes me feel I am.

  He swings his head toward me, and groans. “Fuck, Nic. You're going to kill me.”

  “But death will be sweet.” I respond as I lick my lips and focus back on his throbbing cock, that is doing its best to reach out to me. He groans again.

  “Baby, I have too many plans for you right now, and I’m too worked up. I’m not gonna last long. The first time I come with you, I want to be deep inside, with your wet pussy pulsing around me.”

  My core clenches again at his words, and I nod watching in amazement as he quickly opens the condom and rolls it down his amazing cock. He lines us up again, his eyes on mine, as he slowly pushes the tip in.

  “You feel so good.” He whispers into my ear. “Everything feels like so much more with you. Fuck. Nic. It’s so much more with you.” I feel the burn of the stretch already, and slowly take a deep breath in. He pauses, watching my face for any signs of me wanting to stop, but he won't find one. I pull him closer, allowing our tongues to dance as our bodies combine in the age-old movement.

  “Fuck, Nic, you’re so tight. Shit. Shit. This is going to be quicker than I thought. I promise to make it up to you next time. But fuck. You're so wet, and so warm. I want to stay buried inside of you forever. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Nic…” He says my name like a prayer and his words make me clench again. “Nic, I want to watch you play with yourself while I fuck you. Can you do that for me, Baby Girl? Can you get yourself off while I fuck you?”

  Without even a thought, my one hand grabs at my breast, and my other wanders its way down to my clit, circling it while I pull at my nipple.

  “You’re so sexy. I love watching you touch yourself. Fuck. That’s it, Baby Girl, faster. Make yourself come on my dick.” His left hand grabs my other breast, circling my nipple, pulling at it, rubbing it. I feel him sliding in and out of me, his pace increasing as he nears his own release. It’s too much, and everything all at once. Seconds later, my body explodes, lights flash behind my eyes as I clench around his cock. Shouting my name, he comes with me, before rolling us over and collapsing onto the bed.

  Ten minutes later, our breathing had finally evened out. My head is laying on his chest, his arm around me, his hand stroking up and down my hair. His head is tilted to the side, facing me, while his lips press kisses on my forehead. I clear my throat and look up at him.

  “How long until we can do that again?” I ask only half kidding.

  “Uh-oh, I created a monster, didn’t I?” He responds with a laugh. “I can blow your mind again right now if you’re ready.”

  “Really?” I stare down at his hard cock, my eyes wide with wonder.

  “Baby, I’m a hockey player, we’re well-known for our stamina.” He winks at me.

  “Well, then I think it’s my turn to blow your mind.” I tell him as I start licking and sucking on his nipples, allowing my hand to slip down to his cock. I can’t even get my hand fully around it, so I’m not sure how my mouth is going to take it, but I am nothing if not a quick learner. I move to straddle his thighs, using both hands to jerk him off. Leaning down I let the tip of my tongue trace along his mushroom head before licking off the pearl of precum that appears at the top of his slit. The salty taste erupts in my mouth, and I moan around him.

  “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” He exhales, as I look up at him. His eyes are on me, and he smiles down at me. Then I open my mouth as wide as possible and suck him in. His hands dig into my hair as he holds on, guiding me but allowing me to go at my own pace.

  I suck him, lick down, and nip at him. His eyes are closed, and head thrown back in pleasure. His chest is rising and falling, faster and faster the closer he gets. His hands tig
hten in my hair, his lips open in an ‘O’ shape, as hips pump into my mouth without his permission. Brayden’s dick becomes impossibly harder and bigger in my mouth before he explodes with a long deep groan. I swallow him down taking one last suck to make sure I don’t leave a drop of him behind.

  I pull back, finally understanding why girls claim to love giving head. Giving him that type of pleasure is extremely satisfying and addicting. His hands move under my arms, and he pulls me up beside him placing my head over his chest. His heart beats against my ear, beating out a silent song that sings to mine.

  His forefinger comes up under my chin, lifting my eyes to his, and he silently kisses me good night. I allow my eyes to slowly flutter closed, my last thought being that this was the best day of my life.

  Light streams in from the window that we forgot to close last night. I stretch out, noting all the sore muscles that serve as a reminder of the night before. I’m still cuddled up against him and it would be so easy to fall back asleep cocooned in his arms, but I know we need to get moving if we want to eat breakfast before heading over to the park. Silently, I shift out of his hold, figuring I can shower and dress before waking him. I know he must be exhausted. After two rounds last night, I had woken to find his head between my legs at some point before he climbed up my body and rocked my world again.

  I run through my routine quickly, and when I walk out of the bathroom in a tight purple shirt that has an Avengers symbol followed by the words ‘Training to Save the World,’ and a pair of barely-there jean shorts, I am greeted with a moan of displeasure. I look up to find him sitting back against the headboard, his bottom half covered in only a white sheet, while his face holds a sexy grin. His hair is sticking out every which way, a style formed by my hands tugging at it. I am definitely going to need to change my panties because looking at him like this, with the morning light kissing his bare chest, his eyes dark with desire as they stare at me, have caused them to become very, very wet. I might have to take to carrying an extra pair around with me if this is an ongoing problem.

  “Come back to bed.” His gravelly sleep-filled voice rumbles through the room.

  “Nope, if I come back to bed, we won’t ever leave this room.”

  “I’m not seeing the problem here.” He says with a wink that makes me rethink our whole plan for the day. I consider going back to bed and losing myself in his body. But my body takes that moment to send a twinge of pain, reminding me that it needs some recovery time from last night. His face goes soft as he realizes I’m still sore from last night. “Crap, Nic. Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”

  “Relax, you didn’t do anything that I didn’t enjoy—a lot. You were amazing and I loved every minute of it. My body just needs some time to recover.” I laugh as the smile creeps across his face again. “Come on, let’s go on some rides and have some fun before we head home to face the music.”

  He groans again before face-planting in a pillow, muttering something I can’t understand.

  “What?” I ask. He sits back up and looks me up and down before responding.

  “I said, it’s not fair that we’re going out in public, and you’re dressed like that.” I look down at my outfit and try to hide my smile. I totally picked this outfit to tease him. I like the way his eyes trail down my body, it’s a huge confidence boost that I plan to take full advantage of.

  “There is nothing wrong with my outfit!” I tell him with a grin. He throws the pillow at me muttering about walking around all day with a hard-on, and I laugh. Yep, definitely can get used to this.

  Fifteen minutes later, he’s showered, dressed, and we are walking out the door. We decide to stop at a Waffle House to grab breakfast since it’s a place we both love and missed during our time away.

  As soon as we walk into the park, I head directly to the gift shop and buy him a Captain America shirt to wear. He grumbles a bit but puts it on over the shirt he’s already wearing. We spend the day riding roller coasters and staking out character spots for photo ops. We manage to get one with all the superheroes, Curious George, The Grinch, and even Scooby Doo and Shaggy. I think my favorite is the one of us pretending to be eaten by the T-Rex, outside of the Jurassic Park ride. We snack and watch a parade or two, then go on some of the movie rides. Before I even realized it, it’s almost four and time to leave, since we had been told by my parents, we were expected home by six for a barbeque.

  As we are walking out of the park, he stops and pulls me down onto the same bench we sat on last night. I look over at him in confusion as he stares out over the lake. His right hand is pulling at the back of his neck, a move I know he does when he is nervous. What could he be nervous about now? We had another amazing day after a dream-fulfilling night. He clears his throat as if he is preparing a speech, then seems to change his mind. He is silent for another moment before he grabs my hands in his and turns to look at me.

  “Umm… I need to say something. I know it’s too soon, but it’s really not for me. I think I’ve known for years, and just tried to ignore it.” He looks back over at the spinning world in the center of the lake, biting the inside of his cheek. I sit there waiting, as he works through what he wants to say in his head. I know what he was about to say in my heart, but my head is telling me it’s not possible. He can’t. It’s too soon. But is it really? We’ve known each other our whole lives, shared every important event, been part of every significant moment. While we may have both been trying to fight it, it was there all along. Once we allowed ourselves to see it, it makes sense that things would progress quickly. Feeling his hand squeeze mine, I blink, coming out of my thoughts to see him once again staring at me.

  “I know it’s quick, but I love you, Nic. I’m pretty sure I always have. I don’t expect you to say it back. I just want you to know where I stand before we re-enter reality.”

  “I love you too.” I’m not sure who is more shocked by my confession, him or me. I take a deep breath, and then allow the words to flow right from my heart. “I didn’t realize it until right this minute, but I think it has always been there, deep down, until I allowed it to see the light. It makes sense why the things you did hurt me so much. If you were anyone else, I never would have even thought twice about them, but because it was you, it hurt.”

  His face fills with regret as he processes my words. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I think you're right though; it was always down there. I didn’t always realize I was jealous; I just knew I didn’t want you with anyone else. In my stupid teenage brain that made sense. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for all the shit I said and did.”

  “Hey, look at me.” I tell him as I put my hands on his cheeks, feeling the coarse stubble rub against my hands. I wait for him to look me in the eyes before I continue. “You already apologized, and I already accepted. That’s water under the bridge now, you hear me. We’re looking forward not backward from here on out. Now tell me you love me again and kiss me.”

  “Fuck, I love you.” His deep voice growls.

  “I love you too.” I answer right before his soft lips capture mine in a kiss that will forever be burned in my memory.

  The ride home only takes about forty-five minutes once we get to the highway and soon enough, we’re turning onto our block. I make the mistake of looking down at my phone, as I’m editing photos from the day, when he slams on the brakes. His hand flies across the seat like it would stop me from being ejected, but instead hits me across the chest as the belt tightens around me. I look around expecting to see a kid in the street or a near-miss accident but see nothing. Looking over to him in confusion, my eyes follow as he slowly raises his arm and points to the end of the block where our houses are. Fear blazes from his eyes, his face is pale, and he swallows deeply. His reaction causes panic to flood my body as I look around for what has him so scared.

  When my eyes land on my parents’ house, I burst out laughing. Huge red heart shaped balloons line the driveway and there are at least twenty people standing on the fron
t lawn. Some even holding signs that say things like ‘Finally a Happy Ending,’ and ‘Nicole and Brayden forever,’ as they wait for us to arrive. Right in the middle of it all is both our fathers, sitting on lawn chairs, a beer in hand and a cooler between them, laughing and pointing at the spectacle going on around them. Plus, I’m almost positive that’s Emma with the sign that says ‘#Bricole.’ Freaking parents.

  “I warned you, didn’t I?” I am about ninety percent sure this is a welcome home party and not an impromptu wedding. I mean, they couldn’t be that crazy, right?

  “Well, um… I guess… at least they’ll have cake, right?” He asks in an abnormally high voice that causes me to break out laughing again. From outside, I hear a shriek that could only come from my mother.

  “We’ve been spotted, better face the music.” I tell him, as I watch my mother grab his mom into a hug and they both start jumping up and down in the street, while waving at us like we didn’t know where to go. I mean to be fair, we are stopped up the block in the middle of the street, so maybe they think we’re confused after all this time away. Though one would think the thirty-or-so balloons and huge signs with our name on them would give us a clue if we were.

  He grabs my hand in his, though this time I think it’s more for moral support than anything else, and he takes his foot off the brake. Slowly we drive down the block and pull into his driveway. The crowd descends before he can even turn off the car.

  “Oh! How sweet! Look, they’re holding hands!” His mother shrieks at the top of her lungs, making sure those in the back can hear too. Brayden turns toward me and we both start laughing. I mean, who could even make this stuff up? I wish we thought to take a picture from up the block because no one is going to believe this. He lifts our joined hands to his lips, gently kissing the top of mine, as we ignore the “oohs and aahs” from the crowd outside our windows.