“Oh, Braxton…”
He switched the stream to the slowest setting again and sent a pulsating shot between my lips as he spread them open with his fingers. I was moaning loudly now as the warm water and Braxton’s fingers took turns massaging my most sensitive areas. I groaned as I felt him pull back, but it was to only replace the shower head in the cradle before replacing his finger on my swollen clit once more. The water was still cascading down my back as he turned me to face him and brought his lips down hard on mine. He slid his hands down my back and cradled my butt cheeks in his arms and lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. I could already feel his cock tapping at my lips.
He moved his hips, rubbing the tip of it up and down the groove between my swollen lips. I couldn’t take it for another second. I literally felt like I would explode and I had never wanted or needed anything so badly. I lifted my hips and impaled myself on him, taking him deep inside me all at once. I was so wet that he slid in with little effort. We both let out a loud moan and I didn’t even give a thought to whether or not Sam and anyone else may still be outside the door.
“You feel so fucking good.” He moaned.
The only thing that mattered at that very second was that Braxton was inside of me…at last. It was the best make-up sex and I wasn’t even positive that we were making up. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me up and down as he thrust his hips up and then pulled back, moving in and out of me with an expertise that may have given me pause in the real world, but when it was just me and Braxton, I wasn’t going to waste time wondering how he had gotten so skilled at this, I was just going to be glad I got to be the one on the receiving end of it. The only thing that mattered was how good it felt, how right he felt just where he was.
He pumped harder and faster as we both began to sweat from the steam. He had my back against the cold tile now and the sweet smell of soap still lingered in the air. I squeezed and released my muscles around his cock with each thrust from him. Suddenly, I could feel that he was ready to come. His whole body tensed up and the veins in his neck throbbed. I moved in rhythm with him a few more hard thrusts before he released.
“Ahh.” I moaned as another orgasm broke free from my body.
The hot, pulsating water was still hitting my back and sending water cascading over us both. After we both finished with our sweet releases that had been far too long in coming, he kissed me again and our tongues played lazily with each other for a while before he slid me back down to my feet. I had to grab hold of the wall to stay up on them; my legs were shaking badly. Braxton wrapped an arm around my waist and held me, offering me one of his sexiest smiles that almost made me ready to go again. We were both gulping for air though and I could feel him shaking against me too as he reached back and turned off the hot water.
“Oh my God,” I said when I could finally speak. “That was…”
“Mind-blowing, incredible, out-of –this-world?” he said with a grin.
“All of the above. Wow,” I said.
He laughed. “Can I take this to mean that you’ve forgiven me?” He breathed against my lips, resting his forehead on mine.
“Let’s just say I’m willing to move on from here. You know how I feel about what happened that night when you lost your temper and you’ve apologized…profusely. I guess we’ll just have to wait now and see where it goes from here,” I told him.
I didn’t want to make any promises I couldn’t keep while my head was still filled with orgasmic pleasure.
“Fair enough,” he said.
Then he ran the backs of his fingers down my face and kissed my lips again. When he broke the kiss he reached back and grabbed two towels. Handing me one he said, “You want help drying off?”
“I better do it myself,” I told him with a grin. “Otherwise we may be here all night.”
After we’d dried off and were both dressing, Braxton said, “We’re going to be the talk of the whole school after tonight though you know.”
“The talk of the whole school, why? Because of the picture Sarah took?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Not only were we kissing, but I was still half-naked and my hands were in your hair. We won’t be able to pass it off as innocent.”
“It’s okay, Sarah likes me. I can ask her not to print it and she won’t.”
Braxton looked at me then and I could tell that he suddenly wished that he hadn’t said anything.
“Braxton?” I asked him, “Is something wrong?”
“No, I just don’t care if people talk about us or someone gets mad about us being together or not. I’m proud to be with you, I wish I made you feel the same way.”
I put my hand on the side of his face. I could tell that he was thinking that I’d be ashamed to be seen with him. That wasn’t true, any girl my age would be proud to be photographed with this guy, much less getting to do what we had just done.
“I am proud to be with you, Braxton,” I told him. “I’ve just always been private when it comes to my business, you know that. The first fight when we were photographed kissing…that had people talking for a while and I don’t like the stares and the whispers. I’m not comfortable with being the center of attention. It’s okay though, I’m sure Sarah got lots of other shots and won’t use that one if I ask her.”
“Um, I didn’t realize when you talked about Sarah that it was her…this Sarah. I guess I never knew she was into photography, or journalism, or whatever,” he said.
“You never realized it? How do you know Sarah?” I knew how as soon as I looked at his face. Sometimes I’m a masochist though.
“She and I had a…fling; I guess you would call it, our freshman year. I was still pretty new at seducing girls and I hung on to them a lot longer because I didn’t want to hurt their feelings. Sarah and I spent a few weeks…doing stuff together. I finally told her that I had no desire or intentions to make it exclusive and she got really pissed. She hasn’t spoken to me since, and when I pass her on campus…Well, let’s just say if looks could kill.”
I knew that it was ridiculous, Braxton had never once pretended to be anything other than he was…a serial player. I knew when I got involved with him, the first time I slept with him, that he was. He told me he wouldn’t be with anyone else as long as we were together and I still believed him. But, when I thought about him being with all of those other girls before me, I never thought about the fact that I might actually know one of them. I saw Sarah practically every day. How uncomfortable was it going to be now? I had to wonder if she was still pining away for him.
Suddenly it dawned on me that was what all that nonsense at the beach was about. She was angry because she thought I was sleeping with him. She was still hoping that he would give her another chance. My head was spinning and I felt like something was crushing my chest. In light of what he just told me, I was almost sure now that she’d print the photo of us and maybe the one of me and Dylan too, if for no other reason than to get back at the guy who broke her heart. Women can be spiteful no matter how mature and professional they come across.
“It’s not a big deal though, right? I mean, we are being exclusive still, aren’t we?” Braxton was still talking, trying to make it better.
I looked at him and in a tone he didn’t deserve I said, “As far as I know.” I had lost that magnificent afterglow of our sex that I’d just been holding on to.
“Emmi…I told you I didn’t want to be with anyone else and I meant it. I haven’t been with anyone else. Sarah’s in the past and so are all the others. I wish you would believe me and trust me.”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” I told him. “I didn’t mean it to sound that way. It’s just…when you’re ready for this to be over, Braxton…us…then if everyone knows, I’m just going to be another one of your discards and I’m going to look like a fool. I actually already do. I work with Sarah practically every day and now I’ll have to do that knowing…this. I shouldn’t have to go around feeling ashamed of your past.�
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“Emmi, first of all, you will never be one of my “discards.” Second of all, you shouldn’t be ashamed of my past. It’s my past and I’m not even ashamed of it. Since I met you it’s been the past, not my present and not my future. I’m proud of myself for moving forward. Emmi, I told you, you’re different…I—” I put my fingers to his lips.
“Don’t say it again, Braxton, okay? Not tonight, please?”
I couldn’t deal with his professions of love again, not tonight. I couldn’t breathe thinking about walking into the newspaper office in the morning where I was supposed to attend a meeting and seeing myself on the front page like that. I was trying hard to build experience and hopefully shoot for a career and now they’re all going to look at me like I’m some kind of joke. I didn’t want everyone to know my business. I tried hard to stay off the radar of those who liked to stir the pot and spread rumors. I had enough of that in high school. When you topped that off with the fact that whoever walked away, me or him; I was still going to look like a huge fool for dating the player.
I looked at Braxton again. He looked hurt and I knew it was because I kept either ignoring his professions of love or not letting him get them out at all. I couldn’t help it, if I wasn’t ready for the entire school to know I was in the locker room at the MMA match making out with Braxton, I really wasn’t ready for the “I Love You,” either. I had to get out of there and as I unlocked the door and pulled it open I came face to face with Sarah and Sam. My hair was still wet, so it was blaringly obvious what we had been doing.
Sarah raised her camera and I said, “Sarah, please…”
I didn’t know if it was because she liked me, she was just a good person at heart, or she pitied me for being one of Braxton’s victims, but she lowered the camera to her side.
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