Cock Me, Pilot

by Sylvia Fox

  He said, you are mine.

  And maybe it's crazy, foolish, absurd, but I believe him.

  He told me he'd been thinking about me for years. Watching me for years. The idea that he watched, as my body developed, got curvier and bustier. The idea that he was waiting for me; the same way I've been waiting for him makes my pussy weak. Makes my belly roll.

  I want more.

  I want Brett.

  "Let me help you with that, sweetie," my mother says, taking the ice trays from my hand. "Listen, Ella, I know you say you hate college, and that you want to do something different. Your dad and I want to talk with you about that this weekend, okay? I know we've been a little upset when we've talked on the phone, but we love you, and want you to be happy."

  "Thanks Mom," I say, not expecting her sincerity over the one subject that usually gets us in a disagreement. "And since you're in such a good mood, you don't mind Kari and I drinking tonight, do you?”

  "Just one." She wags her finger at me. "But don't go talking about it."

  "Mom, we drank champagne on the flight over. We're big girls, besides, do you know how much freshman drink in college? Lots."

  She follows me into the living room where Brett and my father, Derek, are sitting with Kari.

  "Right," Kerry says hearing the end of our conversation. "Like you actually go to college parties and drink." She laughs, and I'm reminded once again how familiar our families are with each other. Our dads are friends; my mom has found her place as a confidant to Kari and a provider for me.

  Still, I can't shake the desire of wanting to be with Brett, even though I know it would change everything.

  An hour later, I am finishing my second gin and tonic -- I needed something icy cold with a twist of lime to take the edge off.

  My parents and Brent are drinking wine, and evidently the bottle is empty. My mom goes to the kitchen to put together a meat and cheese platter, and my dad offers to help her. Kari is texting, sprawled out on a couch. She flashes the screen to me, Javier.

  I smile, and pat her knee.

  "I'll go grab another bottle from the pantry," I tell my parents, as I walk in the kitchen. “Pinot Noir?"

  "That sounds lovely, Brett, is that okay with you?" Mom is at the cutting board, slicing hard cheddar. "You know though, it's a mess down there."

  "That's fine, I'll give you a hand, Ella." Brett smiles warmly at my parents, and I turn my head quickly, scared I'll be blushing in front of them.

  "Great," Mom says. Then she starts telling my dad to grab salami from the fridge and I make my way down the stairs to the basement before anything interrupts this stolen time with Brett.

  Brett is a few stairs behind me and we walk into the basement. It's not some dark and dank basement; it's a carpeted rec room with a pantry off the side where Mom stores her Costco surplus.

  "It's right here, Brett," I tell him. My heart racing as he steps closer to me. This feeling isn't anything new, for so long I've felt as if his breath, his energy, his physique, shadow my every thought. And now, he literally is shadowing me.

  I step in the walk-in pantry.

  "I'll get the door," Brett says as he comes up behind me.

  He clicks the door shut and I reach for the light.

  His hand covers mine and he pulls it from the switch.

  "It might be hard to find the wine."

  "You're looking for wine? Because baby, I don't think that's going to quench your thirst."

  I lean against the door, and into Brett's kiss.

  His lips are on mine in a hungry, desperate way.

  His lips are sweet, the red wine heavy on his mouth, and his tongue presses against mine. I moan under him. And in a moment, his hands are down my pants, touching my wet pussy again. And my hands are groping him, his hard cock, and his firm ass.

  All of him.

  "I want you so badly baby."

  I gasp for breath, his fingers not entering me, instead they run against the soft skin of my bare mound. Caressing me.

  "Brett, upstairs you said you are mine, what does that mean to you?"

  He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ears, cupping my face with his palm. I fit so well. And even if his cock is so much bigger than I expected, my body can handle him. I want to take him now.

  "I meant those words completely," he tells me. "I want you to be mine. I've waited long enough."

  "The age difference, our families... and Kari?"

  "Would you give this up, this heat between the two of us because of what they thought? Because Ella, I can't. I won't. If you tell me that this isn't going to work, I'll respect your wishes. But it also means I have to leave."

  He still caresses me, bending me to his will, and my hands run up and down the ridges of his cock through his pants. He kisses along my cheekbone, my jawline. He leaves kisses down my neck, on the center of my collarbone. I breathe him in, he smells like such a man.

  The only man I want to know.

  "When you say you would leave? What does that mean, Brett?"

  "It means I would sell the house here. It means I would move my business. It means I would relocate. I can't see you knowing I can't have you. I've waited until you were eighteen years old. Counting down the minutes until I saw you again, hoping that the moment would be right. Then you and I were on that plane, and it was destiny. That may sound like I'm a romantic motherfucker but it's the truth. I love how sweet you are, how tender you are, I love the way you're not like other girls your age. You don't play games. You know exactly what you want. Most women my age aren't even like that."

  "What I want is you. You."

  He pulls his hand from my pants, and he wraps his arms around me, kissing me deeply, completely. My hands are around his neck and I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the kiss. Our bodies melting together, and I don't think we could be closer if we were completely naked. He tells me words that I am longing to hear, the excitement building up to my very core.

  I kiss him hard, and he kisses me deeper.

  Nothing could ruin this. We can tell everyone when the time is right. If they love us, they will understand.

  As I moan against him, the door to the pantry yanks open. The light flicks on. Brett and I jump apart so startled by the light and the door and the screaming.

  "Oh my fucking God." Kari is shrieking. Covering her mouth and her eyes. "Oh my God are you kidding me with this?" she yells.

  I close my eyes, cross my arms and I watch as Brett adjusts himself and his erection furiously. His erection meant for me.

  "This is the guy you fucked?" she screams. "You fucked my father?"

  I don't want to make it worse, but I also don't want to lie to my best friend.

  I just nod my head, knowing Brett and I have just ripped our families apart.

  Chapter Ten

  I close my eyes, and not just because I'm trying to adjust to the light. But because Kari is seriously pissed.

  In a lot of ways, I don't blame her. Talk about getting thrown for a loop.

  Still, I hate the way she stormed off, assuming the worst, and granted it does look so very bad.

  I go after her, desperate for my best friend to understand. Surely she'll see that this is more than a horny moment. She'll come around. Understand. Hell, a few hours ago on the airplane she told me that love conquers all. That I should fight for what I want. And now, after seeing me with her father, she's changed her tune.

  "Stop Kari, just listen. Just for second. Let me explain." I run up the stairs behind her, and Brett trails me.

  "Julia, Derek, you won't believe this," she says. "Downstairs, in the pantry, Ella and my dad were...." She tries to finish, but then she's crying and she just shakes her head, covering her face with her hands.

  "What is it, dear," my mom asks wrapping her arms around Kari who is crying heavier now.

  Kari lifts her head and looks right at me and her father. "Ask them. They are the ones who have decided to totally fuck with my mind."

  "Nobody was
fucking with anybody." Brett says, and then he shakes his head running his hand along his jaw realizing the error of his words. "Nobody was trying to hurt anybody. Ella and I ––"

  My father cuts him off, choking on the words, "You and Ella were ––"

  "Kissing," Kari yells. "Downstairs they were basically groping one another. This is insane and horrible. How could you Ella, you're my best friend."

  I shake my head not even knowing where to start with her. I don't want to apologize for what I was doing. It felt so right, so pure and perfect. But the way she's looking at me now makes me feel like I've done something wrong.

  "Listen," Brett starts. "Derek, Julia, Kari, I'm sorry that you found out this way. The truth is I want to be with Ella. And she wants to be with me. And right now, we're not looking for permission. We're just letting you know how it is. Did we want you to find out this way? Of course not. But what's done is done. And now the best thing we can do is figure out how we can move forward ––"

  "Dad, there is no recovery. There is no moving forward. You guys fucked up. And I'm not gonna have you fuck with me too."

  My mom shakes her head, her eyes close. My father pulls her into a hug and whispers in her ear.

  "I'm sorry for hurting you," I tell them. "But it's right. Brett and I aren't a one-time thing."

  "How long have you guys been...." Dad asks uncomfortably.

  "We wanted it for a long time but we've never acted on it until today."

  Kari's eyes go wide. "Oh my God. This is literally too much for me to handle."

  "I'm not asking you to handle anything." Brett slams his fist on the counter. "I want to be with Ella. She wants to be with me. This is happening. Whether you like it or not."

  "I don't want your ultimatums, Dad, I want my best friend and I want a father. You just don't get it. I lost both of those things tonight."

  "No, Kari," I try. "You didn't lose me."

  She pulls in a deep breath, wipes the tears from her face. "Well, you lost me."

  "Kari," Brett says. "Let's go home and talk this through."

  Kari scowls. "Are you insane? I'm not going anywhere with you Dad. I'm staying here, with people who haven't actually betrayed me."

  It feels like I've been slapped across the face.

  I look at my mom and dad, trying to gauge where they are with this.

  Mom presses her knuckles to her lips, and looks at my father, nodding. "Ella, I think we all need some space here tonight. We're gonna get Kari set up in the guest room and maybe you can go with Brett. We all need some time to process this."

  My eyes well up with tears and I hate how conflicted I feel.

  "Okay," I tell them nodding, letting Brett lead me from the kitchen. I head to the foyer to get my suitcase, and Kari runs to the car to get her suitcase.

  In the hall, my mom comes over to me, pulling me into a hug. "You want this?" she asks me softly. "I don't want my baby hurt."

  "You aren't mad?"

  Mom smiles softly. "You'd have to be blind not to see this coming." Then she squeezes me, and adds, "But I think maybe your best friend is just that. You need to give her some space."

  "But tomorrow is Thanksgiving."

  "Call in the morning, okay?" Mom says. "I'll let you know how everyone is holding up here."

  I nod just as Kari pushes past me in the hall, under her breath she mutters, "Traitor."

  Instead of fighting back, I lower my eyes to the floor, and follow Brett outside.

  Driving away, there is a sadness that runs through my veins, but also a surge of pleasure.

  Brett told my parents and his daughter that him and I are the real deal.

  I still can't believe all my dreams are coming true in one day. Still, I can’t help but wonder if we are being rash, and hurting to many people as we pull out of the driveway.

  “Ella,” Brett tells me, taking my hand in his. “Do you want to talk?”

  I shake my head, not ready to put my thoughts into words. “Not yet.”

  "You ready to see my place?"

  “Yes.” That much I do know. "I've been there a thousand times and at least it will be familiar," I tell Brett as he pulls his car onto the freeway.

  "You’ve been to my house, but baby, you haven’t been to my bedroom."

  Chapter Eleven

  Walking into Kari's house without Kari is a little strange. Luckily, Brett seems to notice my hesitation as I set my things down in the foyer. He runs his hand down my back, reminding me he is here with me before turning to lock the front door and turn off the alarm system.

  Once finished, he turns to look at me. His hands running over my shoulders, and I have a sense of calm come over me even though everything that went down tonight should make me feel frantic and alarmed.

  "Listen," Brett says running a hand through his silver flecked hair. "Back at your house, I know things got loud, and maybe I said more than you wanted me to. But listen to me Ella, they weren't just words. They were the truth."

  I sigh, letting him wrap me in a hug. He smells so good, so familiar, that I relax against him. "Brett, " I say, with my cheek pressed against his chest. "We don't know what will happen tomorrow with Kari and my parents, but when you spoke so decidedly in the kitchen, well, I know it sounds crazy, and maybe most people would think that we are foolish--but I can't deny the truth either. I have always wanted you. And knowing now that you've wanted me too, makes me feel like this is worth fighting for."

  Brett's arms wrap tighter around me, his hands on the base of my neck tilting my face to his. I look into his bright eyes and his mouth meets mine and for just a moment everything in the world stops. I know this is right. Even if others might think it is wrong.

  His lips are soft against mine and I run my hands over his cheeks loving the way the stubble feels against the soft skin of my hands. I feel myself sinking into him again; my body responding as if it's memorized him, even though in truth, our bodies have never connected before today. But it feels like second nature because I have been memorizing him for all these years. Not in a creepy stalker way. I've been memorizing him in a completely devoted way, in an I trust you and I want you, way. In an I am yours, way.

  He groans, and I already feel his cock growing as he presses me tighter against him. My mind is already running full steam ahead with scenarios of the night that lies ahead of us.

  "Take me to your room, Brett. I've never been in it in my entire life. Take me there now. Take me as yours."

  He growls in my ear and grabs my hand pulling me after him. He picks up my suitcase in the foyer and we climb the stairs quickly.

  His room is on the third floor of the mansion, and a lamp is on the bedside table in his suite. There's a massive king-size bed and en suite bathroom. Walk-in closets and plush carpeted floors.

  I know Brett has money; of course, I've been in this house a thousand times. But something about being in his room, with him, feels luxurious and inviting. Sensual.

  He sets my suitcase by the open bathroom door, and turns to me. I'm looking at the framed photos on his dresser, of him and Kari through the years.

  Being together could equal so much loss for both of us.

  Still, I can't help want this forbidden relationship no matter what it may cost.

  "Back there, at my parents’ house," I ask, "when you said this wasn't a one-time thing, what did that mean?"

  I know what I want it to mean but I don't want to say words that might not come true. It would crush me right now, to think of the scene that happened in my parents’ kitchen if it was all for naught.

  "Shush, my little pet. I see everything with you."

  He unbuttons his shirt, tears off his undershirt, his chest is bare and I run my hands over his skin and pull him toward the bed.

  As I ease him toward me, I think about my suitcase and the lingerie I packed in it. I blush, remembering the other silky sets I had brought for the weekend. Hoping I'd have a use for them. I know exactly what I'm going to do before I have sex with
Brett again. I'm gonna dress up and be his little play thing.

  Brett has his eyes on me, as I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs parted. My hands run along the waistband of his pants, my pussy growing wet as I trace over the lines of his ripped chest.

  I want him to tell me more. I need more assurance.

  "When I say I see everything with you, Ella, I mean it. Do I love your bare little pussy dripping for me? Fuck yes. Do I want to lock you in this room and never let you leave, chain you to the bed and put my cock in your little cunt every single day? Hell, yeah. But what I want more is to live this life with you." Then he quickly adds, "I know that might not be fair to ask of you. You're eighteen years old, Ella. In your first semester of college. I can't ask you to change your plans for me."

  I shake my head. "Brett, you don't understand. You don't understand all."

  That pushes him away from me, with a confused expression. I grab his hand and pull him toward me again. "No, you don't understand that I hate college. I don't want to go to school, I don't want to sit in class and listen to lectures about things I'm not passionate about. Maybe I'll change my mind in five years, ten years. Maybe never.”

  "The truth is there are only a few things I really, really want. I want to see the world. I want to explore and open my mind to new experiences. I've always lived in Maine, and now I'm in Boston, which isn't much of an adventure. The only time I've ever left the country is when you took us to the Caribbean. I want to see more and I just don't know how college fits with all that."

  He's watching me, and it's clear he is assessing where I'm coming from. "And what's the second thing you want?" he asks.

  "The second thing I want?" I shake my head. As if it isn't obvious. "You, Brett. The second thing I want is you."

  "So you're saying that you'd give up everything, if it meant that I could fly you around the world?"

  I shrug. "I hadn't thought of it like that, but yes. Does that make me seem shallow or that my priorities aren't straight?" I bite my bottom lip wondering if he's judging me for being so simple. For wanting such a simple existence.