Chemistry of Attraction

by Thianna D.

“Humid,” she admitted. “And the bugs there are ginormous. I’m glad to be back in Colorado.” They chatted about inconsequential things as they waited for her bags, but he couldn’t take his eyes of her and she kept staring at him as well. It would have been oh so easy to forget the hundreds of people surrounding them and it took all of his concentration not to. He wanted to lay her down and lick her from her toes to the tip of her head and let her return the favor. As her eyes deepened in color, she obviously felt the same way.

  Damn, would they even make it back to Corbin’s Bend before he had to have her?

  Thankfully her two bags banging onto the carousel drew their attention and in no time they were in his truck headed west. As he left Denver proper, he could feel her eyes on him. “Stop looking at me that way, beauty, or I’ll pull over and take you right here.”

  “Maybe I want you to.” The husky tone of her voice broke his total control and his cock pressed against the front of his pants.

  “Fuck.” His eyes darted around for somewhere to pull off – preferably somewhere under some trees where they could have a little privacy – when she unhooked her seatbelt and leaned over, unzipping his jeans. “Dina?” What the hell was she doing?

  “Have you ever had someone suck you off while driving?” she asked and the sheer eroticism of the question made every thought flee and he just gawked straight ahead as her hot, moist mouth swallowed him in one luscious movement. He had fantasized what this would be like so many times, but nothing could have prepared him for the rush of pleasure that was so intense that he had to whip the car over onto the gravel and slam on the break, just barely stopping the truck before he came, his shout filling the cab as his head slammed back against his head rest.

  A stream of words left his lips, though he couldn’t recall exactly what he said as he grasped her hair and held her as he came down her throat, her muscles squeezing with every swallow which made his orgasm go on and on. When he felt her push back against his hands, he realized she needed to breathe and instantly released her. As she sat up, her eyes locked on his and he couldn’t even come up with the words to tell her how amazing that was. A small smile crossed her lips. “I missed you, too,” she murmured before leaning in and kissing him.

  “Fuck,” he murmured against her lips, grasping her hips and yanking her over so that she straddled his lap. “Five days was too long, beauty, far too long.”

  “I agree,” she breathed, their tongues mingling softly and yet with an urgency built up from too long apart. As she pulled back, she reached up and traced the tattoo on top of his head. “My grandparents have never spent a night apart since they married. They always found a way.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  She leaned in and nuzzled his nose with hers. “I love you.”

  “Love you, too.” Rubbing lightly over her hips, his hands slid under her t-shirt, finally touching the wonderful soft skin of her back. When she hissed, he froze and looked at her. The hiss wasn’t from pleasure but discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

  Blushing a little, she climbed off his lap and sat back in her seat, putting the seatbelt on. “So much for making this a surprise,” she said wryly, almost to herself.

  “Carodine,” he said firmly. “Did you hurt yourself?”

  Turning to look at him, she shook her head slowly. “I have a present for you. But I had planned to make a romantic night of it. Can you wait until we get home for me to show you?” Her gaze was so hopeful that he realized whatever her discomfort was, it was attached to something good.

  “All right. But if you’re in pain, you’ll tell me.”

  “Of course.”

  After taking her hand in his, he raised it to his lips and kissed her palm. “Then let’s get home. I hate waiting for surprises.” As she laughed, he released her hand and put his cock away; re-zipping his pants and easing out onto the highway. Brandon felt better than he had in days.

  “Are you ready to start your new job?” he asked as they got close to home.

  “I am. Nine more days and I’ll be a member of the workforce.” There was a mixture of excitement and fear in her voice.

  “You’ll do fine, Dina. And knowing you, you’ll get intense satisfaction out of the job.”

  “I really am looking forward to it. I get to use science to help rather than hinder. It’ll be fun.”

  He pulled into their cul-de-sac and as the garage door opened, he remembered something he wanted to talk to her about. “We’ll need to get you a car.”

  “I’ve been thinking about that. I don’t have a lot in the bank, but there might be enough for a down payment. Maybe one day next week we can go used car shopping.”

  They got out of his truck and after grabbing her bags, walked inside the house. It didn’t take long for her to notice the changes. “What did you do?” she asked in awe as she turned around in their bedroom.

  “I thought our house should reflect the two of us,” he admitted. “If there’s anything you want to add, let me know. There’s a new dresser for you in the closet and room for quite a few clothes.” She beamed at him and trotted over to the closet to check it out. It took her three seconds to find the treasure.

  She burst out laughing. “Already stocking me up on underwear?”

  “Underwear that I can easily take care of,” he admitted with a grin as she joined him back in the bedroom. Placing her bags down he opened his arms and she instantly was in them, pressing her face against his chest and inhaling.

  “You smell good.”

  With her in his arms, it was difficult to remember anything, but he forced himself too. “Now, what caused you pain in the truck?”

  Dina’s cheeks turned pink and she pulled away. “Okay, so, umm… this was supposed to be a surprise, okay?” Her eyes begged him to understand and he wondered just what she’d done. “Originally I was going to put on a silky piece of lingerie that was see-through so you could see it, but that circumvented. So give me a minute.” She held up her finger and then darted to the closet, sliding the door closed between it and the bedroom.

  Utterly confused, Brandon kicked off his shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed. As his eyes fell on her luggage, he smiled. At least she was home. This was their home now and not just his.

  “I’m coming out now,” she warned, sliding the door back open. “Close your eyes and don’t peek.”

  Shaking his head, he closed his eyes. “They’re closed.”

  The soft pad of her feet on the carpet walked past and in front of him and then stopped. “The mark that discipline paddle made on my rear is what gave me the idea. I wanted to be marked. You can open your eyes now.”

  His eyelids came up and he spotted her backside. The fact that she was nude inflamed his passion, but as his eyes fell on what sat on the lower left side just above her rump, he slid off the bed onto his knees. “You got inked.” In thick black swirls with deep red and purple accents were two words. Brandon’s Beauty. His fingers traced the lines and so many thoughts hit him.

  She got inked for me.

  She marked herself as mine.

  As his fingertips rolled around the swirls encasing the second B, I now know how she feels when she traces my ink.

  “Brandon?” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him and he realized he had been so engrossed at what was in front of him that he hadn’t said a word.

  Slowly his eyes rose to meet hers. “That’s the most amazing tattoo I’ve ever seen,” he admitted, his voice husky with emotion. “And you are most definitely my beauty.”

  Her eyes warmed and she turned around, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he leaned between her breasts. “Show me,” she whispered. “Make me yours.”

  In one movement, he stood up, lifting her off her feet. She squealed as she sailed through the air onto the bed. It took seconds to remove his own clothing and he landed right next to her. Laughing lavender eyes watched him for a moment and lit up as he grabbed a pillow. “On your front and lift your hips up, beaut
y.”

  * * * *

  His response to her tramp stamp was even better than she had expected. Well, to be honest, she had gotten the ink for her. She wanted to be marked as his. Seeing that word MINE on her skin after her discipline spanking had been the best feeling ever. And originally that had been her intention to be marked with the word Mine. But when she got the guts to go into the shop in Florida where several people she knew had gone during school, she changed her mind. The word mine wasn’t enough. Dina had wanted to mark herself as Brandon’s, for all the world to see. When the artist asked her what she wanted, it had come out naturally. “Brandon’s Beauty.” The finished tat was a work of art and she loved it. Having Brandon so overcome with emotion due to it had been just the icing on the cake.

  Swat!

  She gasped and moaned as his hand came down on her cheek. “Damn, I love the sight of your beautiful white skin turning a dusky pink from the first swat,” he murmured, his hand coming down again. Dina had already been worked up. Giving Brandon a blow job already turned her on. She was about as drenched as it was possible to be and her core already trembled. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.

  “So close,” she whispered as his hand came down again.

  “Are you ready to cum, my little slut?” he murmured into her ear.

  Ungh. How she loved that word now. Nodding vociferously, she grasped the headboard as another blow fell.

  He climbed behind her and she heard the snap of a condom. “Then let’s see just how good I can make this.” His fingers spread her lips apart and he entered her slowly. Agonizingly slowly.

  “Brandon,” she whined, wanting him to fuck her.

  “Shh, beauty. Trust me.”

  She felt every ridge of his cock as he slid inside and was sure he would never get there with how long he took. But the anticipation just revved up her need and she pushed her hips backward, only to realize he had his hand on her and she couldn’t move. When his balls tapped lightly on her clit, she nodded. “Now, please!”

  “Time to cum, beauty.” He pulled out and as he thrust back in with all his weight, his hand slammed down on her derriere.

  Stars exploded in front of her eyes and she screamed as he grasped her hips and fucked her, his hips slamming into hers as his shaft filled her over and over, elongating her orgasm. Every few thrusts, he once again spanked her ass, never truly allowing her to come down from her high. With each smack, she went higher until as he hollered and came, his cock’s rhythmic thrum inside of her set off an even larger orgasm. Brandon’s body rested along hers as their harsh breathing filled the air. She trembled and her pussy clamped down on him continually for several minutes before slowing down.

  Boneless. She felt utterly wasted in the best possible way.

  He pulled out and rolled her onto her side, off the pillow, quickly spooning her from behind. “Mine,” he murmured into her ear as she began to drift. Smiling, she wanted to respond, but felt far too good to do so.

  * * * *

  Loud voices came from behind the house as Brandon and Dina made their way along the side. It was the last barbeque of the season and Benjamin had insisted he had pulled out all the stops on this one. The backyard was filled with people Dina had come to know as well as a few she hadn’t met yet. It felt so different to the first barbeque she had come to. Back then she had come at her grandparents request but hadn’t wanted to be there. Meeting the man at her side had made her change her mind.

  “Brandon! Dina! About time you made it!” Even above the loud laughter, Benjamin’s voice carried and they walked over to him.

  “I see you have more than enough food,” Brandon teased him.

  “We’re military men. Of course we have more than enough food.” Benjamin turned and winked at her. “This Marine treating you right?”

  “More than right,” she assured him.

  This was their first time out amongst the community since she had moved in with him and at Brandon’s request and pleading eyes, she wore a bikini under tiny shorts. As such, her ink was clearly viewable. As proud of her tattoo as she was, Dina wasn’t sure how others would react to it.

  “Damn, Brandon,” Brent said, walking up to them. The head of the Housing Board was an imposing man and so far Dina found it difficult to speak in his presence. How his girlfriend Char could smile and joke with him was beyond her. “Not wanting to take any chances? Fantastic tattoo. I wonder if Char would let me do that.”

  Dina turned to see him eyeing her ink.

  “Not a chance!” Charmagne yelled across the backyard making Dina laugh. “I’m considering marrying you. That should be enough.”

  “Fuck, you finally got her to say yes?” Benjamin asked in surprise as Brent finally pulled his eyes away from Dina’s tramp stamp.

  “Sort of. She said yes in the heat of the moment and we’re going to Reno next week before she can think up a reason to say no.”

  “What?” a short, stocky man barked, glaring at Brent from his seat on a rickety chair. “There’s no fucking way. You’re going to marry her in Reno? Nuh-uh. We’ve been rooting for you too long for that.”

  “If I give Char a month to wait for the wedding license, she might change her mind,” Brent said dryly. “I’m striking now before she gets scared.”

  Several more voices piped in with their low opinion of him running off to marry and his attention fully engaged in the conversation, Dina was glad when he walked away.

  “It’ll never work,” Benjamin said, watching him go. “Especially if his mother finds out he plans to elope.”

  “Brandon, mind if I borrow Dina for a moment?” Jonathon asked, walking up.

  “Borrow away.” Brandon smiled at her and squeezed her hand before releasing it and she followed Jonathon into his house. They had a long, thin one story home, a much different configuration from the one she and Brandon shared or even the one her grandparents had. In the living room was a table piled with books.

  “If you don’t want to, feel free to say so,” he said hesitantly, “but after the way you talked books at the last book club meeting, a few of us had an idea. Don’t get me wrong, we love the book club and still plan to attend, but there’s a few of us that would like to form one specifically for the bottom side of the scale. The tops can get overpowering to be honest.”

  “Tops?” she asked confused, the terminology still sounding like a foreign language.

  “Heads of house.”

  “Oh! Sounds like fun. To be honest, that was a huge group. It might be more fun with a smaller one.”

  “Agreed,” he said in relief. “Anyway, these are our choices for our book for September. What looks good to you?”

  They went through the books and Dina was thrilled to find all of them in the erotic genre and many were historical. When her eyes fell on one, she picked it up. “I don’t think I’ve ever read one with two male characters before,” she admitted.

  “I’m biased, but that’s a good book,” Jonathon insisted. “But gay lit isn’t for everyone.”

  In the end, they picked out three that he would suggest to the fifteen people who had expressed interest in the group. “Venia Varner’s offered her home as a meeting place,” he said as they walked back outside. “She’s an author and will be sure to have plenty of insight.”

  “Jonathon!” The shout met them the moment they walked out back. A tall man in dusty jeans with a scowl on his face stood on the opposite end of the yard. “What’s with the change in the fall decorations? They sound stupid.”

  Jonathon shook his head, looking tired all of a sudden. “This is why I disappear,” he said in a quiet voice. “If I’m out and about, someone always has a question or two.” As he turned to walk over to the man who had asked the question, Dina saw the dynamic change in front of her eyes. Up until this point, Benjamin had seemed the more laidback of the two. Jonathon strode toward the man who asked the question and Benjamin stood up straight and walked after him, placing his hand on the lower part of h
is partner’s back. Suddenly he carried with him the same aura of power that Brent carried constantly. With Benjamin at Jonathon’s side, the man who had asked the question took a step backward. It was obvious that Jonathon’s head of house had taken exception with the way the man spoke to his partner.

  In any other gathering, it might seem ominous, but here and now, it felt safe. Benjamin was just as protective of Jonathon as Brandon was of her.

  Brandon wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Whoever that is is about to get an earful,” he said under his breath. “Benjamin doesn’t allow anyone to talk to Jonathon like that.”

  Leaning against him, Dina looked over the crowd with new eyes. If one didn’t know about the dynamics within the community, each couple just looked like any everyday people. But now that she had an inkling of what to look for, she spotted it. In every couple in the backyard. There was a certain way the heads of house oriented themselves in regard to their taken in hand. It was like pack animals with the strong defending the weak, though there was nothing truly weak about any of the bottoms in attendance. As Benjamin told this interloper just what he thought of his tone, the other heads of house put themselves between their partner and the person in question.

  It was fascinating and warmth spread through her as she realized Brandon had instinctively done the same thing. To the untrained eye, it looked as though he was standing beside her, but his body was slightly inclined forward and the way he carried his weight on his feet had changed. Even the way he felt to her changed. Looking up at him, she realized he wore what she called the alpha look. His eyes were kind, but alert, his square jaw firm.

  Giggling softly, she patted his chest. “Down boy.”

  He turned to her and for a moment looked confused. As realization hit him, a devilish little twinkle entered his eyes and he leaned forward, whispering words that made her knees go weak. “As soon as we get home, my delicious little slut. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you.”

  She grasped onto him to keep standing and in the time it took for her to regain her equilibrium, the visitor had left and everyone was back to the way they had been before. But she wasn’t. The barbeque that she had looked forward to now seemed interminably long. As Brandon handed her a plate when everyone lined up to get some food, she leaned in toward him. “How much longer?” Glancing around to make sure nobody noticed, she slid her fingers along the front of his jeans, trailing her fingertips along the outline of his hardening cock.