by Nyora René
Crystal lifted an eyebrow at him, and he dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “You were too far away. Now that I’m able to finally acknowledge how I feel, and know that you feel similarly, I find it hard to keep my hands off of you.”
She draped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes. “I thought we were going to talk. This position doesn’t seem conducive to talking…with our mouths.”
“I disagree, I think we’re doing a great job so far. Besides, for this discussion, I need to see every facial feature and I need you to see the sincerity in my words. No looking away to avoid anything that may become uncomfortable. We face whatever that pops up in our conversation head on, so that there are no misunderstandings. Agreed?”
He held his breath as he waited for her to agree. Crystal was too important for him to take anything she said for granted or to take advantage of her. He needed to see her reactions to his words, to see the truth in her eyes as she spoke. More importantly, he needed her to see his sincerity and honesty.
Crystal nodded her head. “Okay, I can agree to that. Are you ready to answer my question about what we’re doing?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but at that moment the doorbell chimed. “I’m more than ready to answer your question and others you may have, but that’s probably our food. I ordered something from your favorite West African restaurant.” He lifted her off of his lap and placed her on the couch.
“Jollof rice, fried plantains, and fried fish?” Crystal asked, eyes begging him to say yes.
“What else would I get you?” He moved to the front door as the doorbell chimed again, this time longer.
Opening the door, he scowled at the young delivery man who held their food in a brown paper bag with the restaurant’s logo emblazoned on it.
“I have a delivery for Brendon…Marks? Holy shit! You’re Brendon Marks! I’m a huge fan. I know all of your stats from when you played for the Vipers. You’re my favorite player. Can I have your autograph? Why’d you stop playing? Is this your house? This is niiiiiiice.” The young man tried to peer over Brendon’s shoulder while delivering his fast paced monologue.
When he stepped forward to get a better view around him, Brendon put his hand in the man’s chest to stop him. “First of all, don’t lean on my doorbell again. Second, thank you for being a fan and for delivering my food. How much do I owe you?”
Brendon really wanted to curse the guy out for being disrespectful and nosey, but he realized that being famous meant having to endure overzealous fans who didn’t always realize they were being rude and intrusive. It was better to just ignore the bad behavior, lest he find himself on gossip websites and magazines for getting physical or rude to a fan.
The delivery guy looked at him and backed up. “My bad, bruh, I didn’t mean to be rude or nothing. I…uh…just…umm…didn’t expect to see my favorite football player, you know? Um, you owe…” He trailed off, pulling out his phone and tapping on the screen. “You owe forty-seven dollars and thirty-eight cents.”
Brendon took out his leather wallet and extracted three twenties and a ten dollar bill, handing them over to the awestruck delivery guy. “Thanks for being prompt, keep the change.”
The young man’s eyes widened as he counted the money. “Thanks! Hey, can I get a picture? My homies won’t believe that I met you!”
Brendon inwardly groaned, eager to get back to Crystal. “Sure.”
He waited while the young fan opened the camera feature on his phone. Standing beside him, he smiled as he captured their picture.
“Thanks a bunch, man, you’re the best!” the guy said, skipping down the steps and getting into his red Mustang.
Brendon shook his head and closed the door.
“It’s a good thing you live in a gated community, otherwise your new friend may drop by another night with his ‘homies,’” Crystal said, laughing at him.
Brendon grimaced and acknowledged that she was right. “You want to eat first and talk while eating, or do you want to talk first and eat later?”
Crystal walked over to him and pulled him to the kitchen. “The first option. I was nervous all day and didn’t eat much.”
He sat on the wooden chair at the table in the breakfast nook and pulled Crystal onto his lap. “I’ll feed you as we talk.”
“And how are you going to eat if you’re feeding me?” she queried, shifting on his lap.
His erection hardened, and he put his hands on her hips to still them. “If you keep squirming on my lap, neither one of us will be eating this food.”
She grinned at him and shrugged her shoulders. He bit back a curse. The little minx was deliberately teasing him.
He swatted her hip lightly. “Behave.”
“Isn’t there some kind of quote about well-behaved females?” she asked, crossing her legs, and his eyes were drawn to the smooth bare skin of her thigh, lovingly displayed by her hiked up dress.
He licked his lips, anticipating how she would taste. “Yeah, something about history…you trying to make history?”
She leaned forward and purred into his ear. “If by ‘history’ you mean being the last female in your bed, then the answer is, hell yeah.”
When she pulled back, Brendon clasped her face in his hands and slammed his mouth down onto hers. Her plush lips beckoned him to lick and savor their taste and shape before he bit down on her bottom lip, tugging until she opened up to him on a gasp, granting him the entry he sought.
His tongue explored every crevice of her mouth from top to bottom and side to side before tangling with hers. Her arms lifted to encircle his neck, her breasts plastered to his chest, the soft mounds beckoning his hands to explore. One hand slid down her torso as the other speared through her loose curls, tangling in the heavy mass. His thumb flicked back and forth across her turgid nipple, eliciting a moan from her lips.
He tilted his head to the other side as he delved deeper into her mouth, groaning at the sweet taste that was uniquely hers. Only when breathing became necessary did they simultaneously pull back from each other, both gasping for air.
“Wow…” Crystal said, eyes wide and chest heaving. Her hands caressed the back of his head, further prolonging his euphoric state.
“Wow is right…you sure you want to eat first? I know what I’d prefer to eat,” he told her, nipping her bottom lip, reveling in her shivers and moan. His hand continued to brush her nipple as his other hand slid from her hair to her thigh, caressing the exposed skin.
“F-f-food first, then we talk, and you can ravish me from one end of this house to the other, doing everything you said you wanted to do in your journal,” she said, voice husky as she tilted her head to the side to allow him to pepper the slender column of her neck with kisses.
Sighing, he removed both hands from her body, gritting his teeth at the herculean effort that took. Opening the bags, he removed the takeout containers and plasticware, setting everything out on the table. After Crystal said a quick grace, he opened the lids and speared his fork into the rice, feeding first her and then himself.
After half the food was gone, and their immediate hunger for food dissipated, Brendon stood Crystal up and quickly closed the food and placed the leftovers in the fridge while she tossed their trash away. Once the kitchen was straightened, he tugged Crystal into his embrace, but she put up a hand to stop him before he could kiss her.
“As much as I’m craving your kisses, we need to brush our teeth first. Dude, we just finished eating fish, and that rice had onions and garlic,” she told him, wiggling out of his embrace and heading towards the room she’d long since claimed as hers when he first bought the house.
He shrugged and jogged to his bathroom to brush his teeth, then met her back in the living room. Brendon sat back down and tugged her back onto his lap, with her sitting astride him. He leaned down and captured her lips in a long leisurely kiss.
“Better?” he asked as he pulled back, caressing her bottom through her dress.
“Mmmmm, muc
h better,” she said on a moan.
“So let’s talk,” he said, nibbling on her bottom lip and pulling her tighter against his arousal.
Crystal gyrated on his lap, her clit in contact with his hardening length. “O-okay,” she sighed, her breath catching on a moan.
Brendon closed his eyes, teeth bared, as he stilled her movements. “Babe, if you keep that up, there won’t be any talking,” he warned her.
Breathing labored, they stared at each other. Finally, after his heartbeat settled, he started talking. “About a year or so ago, I started to feel something other than friendship for you,” he began.
“You were with Eloise then,” she murmured, head tilted.
He nodded his head. “Yeah, that’s why I broke it off with her. At first, I didn’t understand what was going on. I was annoyed that she kept insisting that I was cheating on her with you. She said that I was more in love with you than I was with her.”
She frowned. “Up until tonight, we’ve never done anything remotely sexual, so where was she getting this idea from?”
He pushed out a deep breath. “Her evidence, as she claimed was your having a room here, me buying you a car, our weekly hang out night, and our daily talks, amongst other things.”
“That’s what she based her suspicions on?” she asked him incredulously.
“I guess to other people, our friendship is a little unorthodox. My former teammates all thought we had something going on, and every girl that I’ve dated has been jealous of you. No matter how much I denied that we were more than friends, no one believed me,” he said, shifting on the couch to get more comfortable.
“Okay, I guess I get that. My sisters have questioned our friendship plenty of times as well. What made this time any different?” Crystal asked him, resting her hands on his shoulders.
“This time around was nothing out of the ordinary, honestly. It was just like one day my eyes were opened to you. I remember the day like it was yesterday. We made plans to go to Coachella, or rather, you made plans for us to go. Eloise was mad that I hadn’t included her in the trip, and no matter how much I explained that this was just our annual friends trip, I couldn’t convince her that we weren’t going away to have a tryst—her words, not mine,” he tacked on.
“Hmm…okay, I remember that trip and you definitely weren’t giving off any sexual vibes,” she told him.
“The change in how I felt about you happened on our last night in California. You wanted to spend the night at that resort in Palm Springs, but they only had one room available due to the festival. We had to share a bed. That night, I dreamed of you, vividly, in technicolor. In my dream you were beneath me, gloriously naked, soft supple skin conforming to my hands as they mapped your body. Your moans in my ear, your pussy wet from my tongue lashing…”
Brendon closed his eyes as he recalled his dream, his body hardening as he remembered how real their lovemaking felt, how wet and snug she’d been.
The hand caressing his cheek brought him back from his reverie. “I woke up confused and with the mother of all hard-ons. I stayed hard for at least an hour as I inhaled your scent. You were cuddled up against me on the bed, one leg thrown over mine. Only when I slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom to take a cold shower did my erection slowly fade. For weeks after that night, I tried my best to put you back into the friend zone. I told myself I was just horny from not being with Eloise and that having you in my bed must’ve triggered my hormones, but the dreams never stopped. In fact, I started dreaming of you every night until finally I woke up spilling my seed onto my bed, calling out your name.”
Crystal’s eyes had steadily widened and her mouth dropped open the more he talked. “Umm…I…didn’t know.”
He shook his head. “Of course you didn’t know. I made it my mission to keep you in the dark. I thought this was just some temporary problem, and I didn’t want to mess up our friendship. After that night I woke up to an orgasm, I knew that I couldn’t ignore my feelings any longer. I broke up with Eloise because it wasn’t fair to her to continue a relationship while I was having fantasies about my best friend. Also, I was lucky as hell that she wasn’t there to witness me calling out your name after that dream.”
Crystal leaned down and kissed him, a sweet kiss that made his stomach muscles clench.
“After we broke up, I started journaling my feelings. Writing down how I felt about you seemed safer than acting on my emotions. As time went on, my cravings for you became more intense and I didn’t know how to tell you. You’d never shown me any interest after I left for college, and the only thing I could think about was how I gently rebuffed your advances that summer before I left for college.”
She rested her forehead against his, and he gazed into her eyes. “After that summer, I decided to try to get over my feelings. You weren’t into me, and as much as I wished you felt differently, I had to bury my feelings for you if I wanted to keep you as my friend. I wish you’d have said something a year ago when your feelings changed because we’ve wasted so much time, B.”
“Nah, if I’d have said something, this, the possibility of a relationship, would’ve been a physical one. I hadn’t come to terms with the fact that I wanted you. I faced the truth when about nine months or so ago, one of my former teammates asked me for your number, and I realized then that I wanted you as more than just a fuck buddy. I was ready to beat someone I considered a friend for daring to want to step to you,” he told her, caressing her back.
She initiated the kiss this time around, and he pulled her closer to him, participating fully in the oral embrace. Pulling back on a gasp, Crystal asked, “So you want a relationship?”
“Yes. I can’t offer you less than what I expect anyone else to offer you, and any less than what I’ve offered others in the past. I could never disrespect you in that way. I want it all. You being my girl, exclusively. Me, being your man, exclusively. Sleepovers in the same bed. Me waking you up with my mouth in between your legs and you screaming my name as you come to consciousness. Hand holding in public, and rolling our eyes at all of the ‘I told you so’ comments that are coming our way.” As he spoke, he moved his mouth within mere centimeters of hers.
“I want all of that and more,” she said, her body softly quaking against his, her hips dancing over his erection.
“Then we’re on the same page,” he murmured, slipping his tongue past her lips, stroking the roof of her mouth teasingly.
“You don’t want to hear my side?” she teased, pulling back from the kiss and tracing his lips with the tip of her tongue.
“You just told me you want the same things, what more is there?”
He chased her tongue into her mouth and tangled with it. His hands slid under her dress, grazing her thighs, traveling towards the apex of her thighs where moist heat beckoned him to continue his trek. Encountering the soaked crotch of her panties, he groaned against her mouth and slipped the barely there material to the side. His hands lazily traced the lips of her womanhood, teasing her clit whenever he reached the top of her mons.
Crystal’s breath caught on an audible sound and she arched into his arms, pushing her pussy further into his hand. He slipped his pointer finger inside, groaning at the warm wetness that welcomed him. She was drenched and his dick responded accordingly, precum leaking from the tip. He slipped in another finger, scissoring them back and forth as she started bouncing lightly on his lap.
Brendon devoured her mouth, slanting his head to delve deeper, even as he added a third digit into her warmth. When she pulled back and gasped his name, he pumped his hand faster and latched his mouth onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, enjoying her erratic pulse beneath his mouth.
Crystal’s hands slid to the front of his slacks, fumbling with his belt buckle as she bucked frantically against his hand, her pussy rhythmically pulsing against her fingers, signaling her impending orgasm. He added a fourth finger, cupping her pussy and teasing her clit with his thumb. She winced when he adde
d the fourth digit, so he softened his thrusts, but not the pace.
Finally, she managed to undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull down his zipper. His erection sprang out of the slit in his boxers, and Crystal wrapped her hand around it, not able to make her fingers meet around his girth. When she swiped her thumb over his weeping slit, he growled.
“Fuck, baby, that feels good,” he groaned as she squeezed his dick in time to his finger-thrusts into her body.
Crystal cried out as she finally crested, riding his hand and gripping his wood, sliding her hand up and down. His name on her lips was like manna. Her scrunched up face, eyes rolling and mouth open as she screamed his name, was a beautiful sight, one he committed to memory.
As soon as she calmed down from her orgasm, her body shuddering slightly, Brendon stood with her legs wrapped around him and swiftly moved to his bedroom. Once inside, he stripped her of the sexy red dress and black lace lingerie. When he unhooked her strapless bra, her full double D breasts dropped into his eager hands.
Kneading her globes, he bent down and fastened his mouth to one caramel drop, suckling hard. Crystal’s hands gripped his head, thrusting her breast even further into his mouth as her body bent over his arm.
“Breeendoooonnn,” she moaned, squirming against him.
He grunted in response, switching over to her other breast. His tongue teased her pebbled nipple before he gently bit down on it, increasing his bite the louder she moaned.
Finally, he released her breasts and lightly pushed her back onto his black down comforter. Her hair fanned out beneath her, her golden skin glowing against the dark material. Only her shoes remained and he wanted them over his shoulders when he finally took her.
Kneeling on the side of the bed, he started with her right ankle wrapped in the black strap and slowly licked up her calf, biting intermittently, as he made his way to her juicy thighs. Once he reached her apex, he repeated the process on her left leg, teasing and nipping, reveling in every mewl, gasp, and moan.
After thoroughly tasting her legs, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Starting from her shoulders, he licked and sucked every inch of her back, his tongue trailing down her spine, slipping into the alluring dip at the base of her spine. He bit each juicy cheek, chuckling darkly when she jumped and then pushed back, seeking more of his mouth.