by Peyton Banks
“Courtney, I wasn’t watching… What do you want?”
“Well, we’re ready. If you can tear your eyes away from your screen, you will see that Tessa is in the car in front of you waiting to pull out. Which is something I hope you won’t have to do later.” She giggles at her implied innuendo.
It is funny, but I won’t let her know.
“Just go get in the car,” I scold.
She quickly retreats, laughing in hysterics. With her away from me, I can laugh, too. Tessa signals we are leaving, and I follow her to the after-party.
We arrive at Bali’s, and the place is already packed with the dance crew from tonight plus a host of friends from the industry. I feel not only socially awkward seeing how I have nothing in common with the majority of those in attendance, but if a dance battle breaks out, I am not equipped to fight. The best move I have is the basic side to side. Courtney says I shouldn’t even be allowed to listen to music if I can’t let it move me. Yeah, it’s that bad.
“Hey, girl. You killed it up there tonight. There’s no way the backers won’t approve you for the tour.”
“Thanks, Robi.”
She stares at me questionably, and Tessa catches on.
“Oh, where are my manners. Robi, this is Austin, Courtney’s brother. Austin, this is Robi, one of our lead dancers.”
“Oh, so you’re the paramedic.”
“Well, EMT, actually. I haven’t taken my last exam.”
“I’m sure you will ace it.” Robi turns a sly smile and softly touches my arm, subtly trying to flirt with me.
“Of course, he will. Austin is great at his job,” Tessa proclaims, her voice smooth as velvet.
She takes my hand, and we move through the crowd to the dance floor.
True to my nerd-like form, I do my usual side-stepping dance, trying not to lose count in my head while watching her move in front of me.
“Here you two go. I figure you’d want a drink to help loosen up.” Courtney hands us two red plastic cups.
Mine is filled with beer, and I’m sure Tessa’s is fruity based, going by the sliced orange that is perched on top.
“I’m sure Austin could guzzle the room size in alcohol and he still couldn’t dance,” Courtney jokes.
I flip my loving sister a not-so-subtle bird and migrate to the wall behind us. I watch those two laugh and dance to each song as the music continues to play. A few crowd-circling moments ensue, and the party is in full swing. The hype intensifies when a few throwback jams are put in rotation. This continues for the next hour or so. Suddenly the tempo slows, and the tunes return to present day. Over and Over by Sky blares through the air, and people either make their way back to the bar or find a partner to sway with. I can’t even do that.
“So, are you gonna babysit the wall all night or come dance with me?”
“Tessa, you know I have three left feet, and they are all turned backwards,” I retort.
“He’s not lying, Tess,” Courtney snarks before moving through the crowd with a guy.
Tessa stands there and peers at me for a few minutes before removing my beverage from my hand and sitting it on a nearby table. “Surely you can slow dance.”
I subtly shake my head no and shrug.
Taking my hands, she places them on her hips and stands real close to me, draping her arms around my neck. She initiates the slow sway, and miraculously I am on beat. Not even counting silently in my head.
I become more relaxed while we look into each other’s eyes.
“You know I’ve had a thing for you since my junior year in high school.”
“Really? That was like, what, six, seven years ago.”
She softly licks her lips and leans into me closer as we continue to dance. “Yeah. You invited Court and me to that party at your college campus. I was a little hurt to see you had a girlfriend.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I felt I was out of your league. I mean, I wasn’t exactly your type.”
“And what do you think is my type?”
“Back then it certainly wasn’t nerdy and black. Not with your variety of girlfriends you would bring home for weekends.”
“Those girls were not interesting, and I may have slept with one or two of them, but that’s it. As for color, you know my family does not roll that way. But you were young then, so if anything, that and the fact you are my sister’s best friend would be the only reason I wouldn’t date you.”
“What about now?” She bats her lashes.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not young now.” She stares at me, desire pooling in her brown eyes, waiting on me to say something.
“You wanna go grab something to eat?” That’s the best thing I can say that doesn’t come off as anxious.
“Sure. But only if we can eat at your place, and only if it’s in the morning.”
Things are definitely heating up between us. Especially when she gracefully removes her right arm from around my neck, allowing it to slide down my chest, the palm of her hand gently descending, feeling every inch.
I watch her lick her lips when her finger encircles my nipple, teasing it until it constricts.
“What about your car?” I ask.
“I already gave your sister my keys.”
“So, you planned this?” I brush the pad of my thumb across her cheek and down her chin, cautiously trailing along the line of her bottom lip.
“No. I just knew if I didn’t take a chance, I may never get the opportunity again.” She takes her fingers and rubs them softly against my lips before she stands on her tiptoes and crashes her lips into mine.
So we don’t lose our balance, I grab her by her waist and pull her into me. Our tongues vie for attention from the other. Our kisses grow deeper, more connected, only to be broken with the change of the music.
We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. My heartbeat is echoed in the hollows of my ears as her chest heaves in a rapid manner. She turns to walk away with a look of embarrassment on her face.
I stop her in her tracks, turning her back to me. “Let’s go,” I urge.
She smiles and guides me through the crowd, up the stairs, and through the entrance. I open the door to my Jeep and help her climb in, resting my hand on her ass. She gives me a smile of approval and fastens her seat belt once in position. I proceed to the driver’s side, hop in, push the start button, and drive to my house.
Along the way, I turn the radio on and scramble to find something to listen to, hoping to ease the tension. I scan pass the classic alternative rock station, and she grabs my hand.
“What?” I giggle.
“You can’t go past that song. I love it.”
I glance at her then roll my eyes. “Right, you know this song.”
“What, ’cause I’m—”
“Don’t you say it,” I interject.
“’Cause I’m not of the same background as you I can’t know this song?”
I decide to call her bluff. “Name the group, and I’ll turn it back.”
She straightens up, sticks out her chest, and answers, “Depeche Mode, duh.”
Nodding in defeat, I turn back to the station and allow the rest of Enjoy the Silence to play. She happily sings along with the melody, and I’m mesmerized.
“So, you’re like eclectic. You know, having a variety of likes. Living outside the box of what society deems as normal.”
“Exactly. Did you think I was going to perform a semi-erotic dance tonight when you agreed to show up?”
“To be honest, I thought it was going to be that big eighties and nineties tribute Courtney has been talking about.”
“Oh, that’s the summer jam. That’s in two weeks. Are you coming?”
“Depends on how tonight goes.”
“What do you mean?”
I pull into my parking spot and shut off the engine. The radio continues to play and will do so until the doors are opened, or we sit in here too long. I ta
ke her face into my hands and kiss her.
She takes a deep breath and exhales, removing her seat belt and climbing over the gearshift to straddle me. She goes to lift my shirt, but I stop her.
“Let’s go inside. I have nosy neighbors.”
I open the door, and she climbs out and waits for me. I grab her bag out of the back and secure the vehicle. The walk to my house is in complete silence and filled with awkward tension, knowing that on the other side of the door will be a point of no return. Entering the key into the lock, I turn it, hearing the cylinder release its position. Tessa looks at me, and when the door is opened, she hops into my embrace, kissing me passionately, full of desire. The bag is released from my grip, and I close the door, locking it in one move.
The intensity continues to my bedroom where we lie on the bed, taking turns undressing each other, our kiss only interrupted by the action. Completely naked, I hover above her, slowing the moment between us, taking in the beauty that is her. From her smooth honey-toned skin to her long, curly locks. I slide my tongue along her neck moving down to her breasts, encircling each nipple and gently suckling it to a pointed bud. She arches her back in response, parting her lips slightly, allowing a moan of approval to escape.
“Austin, don’t stop,” she pleads.
My mouth is greedy for her, and I take the tour down her chest, kissing the waist beads accenting her frame, and grazing over her belly button until I reach her bare center. I take laps along the inside of her thighs, teasing her, building the anticipation of my oral skills. With her excitement seeping out, I gently run my finger up and down her lower lips and take delight in watching her body react to my touch.
A slip of my two fingers inside her warm and sticky pussy intensifies her desire. She rides them rhythmically, settling into a slow grind, her clit swollen with anticipation while I use the pad of my thumb to make small, lazy circles around the hood.
“What are you waiting for?” Her voice trembles with her plea.
“I’m not gonna fuck you. No, you deserve more than that. Your body is a temple, and I want to worship it. Treat it like it’s meant for me. Pleasure every inch until you say stop.”
Her body shudders with the first lap of my tongue against her glistening lips. The nectar entices my taste buds, and I yearn for more. Darting my tongue out, I insert it into her opening and swirl all around, taking in each drop. She grinds her clit over my mouth, bucking to urge on an orgasm.
“Stop,” I demand. “Let me bring you to your climax.”
She softens her muscles and plays with my hair, her nails tenderly trailing along as she grabs on, bracing for the enjoyment.
“Mmm,” she mutters.
I lick deeper and flutter my tongue at a rapid pace. I suckle at her nub, circling my tongue before diving back in.
“Austin,” she moans.
My name from her mouth is the sexiest thing I’ve heard in a while. I replace my tongue with my fingers and find her nipples with my mouth once again. I tease them before working my way back to her lips, using my fingers to continue stroking her pussy.
Her hands make their way to my dick and slowly stroke it. The softness of her cool hands around my throbbing member is satisfying. She maneuvers with care to not harm with friction but makes sure to squeeze at the right moment, sending a tingle down my spine.
After a few moments of hand exploration, I open my side drawer, remove the protection, and take a few seconds to slide it on.
Suddenly she catches me at an angle and flips me onto my back.
“Whoa. What are you doing?” I say with a giggle.
She doesn’t reply with words. Instead, she slides her pussy down my dick, adjusting for size, and then back up again. She finds her rhythm, her motion increasing. Taking my hands, she places them firmly on her breasts, urging me to squeeze them.
I sit up as she continues to ride me like a thoroughbred jockey and suckle at her nipples, which spurs her intensity even more. I’d be lying if I said her actions and take-charge attitude isn’t the sexiest shit ever. Trying to think of things to distract myself so the sensation will pass proves to be fruitless when she places her legs over my shoulders and continues to ride…hard. I know she’s flexible, being a dancer and all, but damn!
Our gazes are locked on to each other while we counterthrust the motions. Her back meets the mattress, giving me the upper hand. I get up on my knees, keeping her legs in position and drive into her with force. Her nails dig deep into my thighs with each push.
“Fuck, Austin,” she swears, and her grip tightens.
Her moans are more audible as her orgasm peaks. She rubs on her clit to intensify the sensation and erupts with force. Sweat lines her neck, shimmering under the glow of the moonlight peering through my window. I continue to drive into her faster and spill my own seed. Lowering her legs to the side, I collapse behind her, our bodies still attached. I wrap my arm around her neck, I pull her closer to me and turn her face to where our gazes meet once again. I kiss her, softly at first, then with intensity and fervor. She’s fast consuming the wall I hide behind when it comes to relationships. Or maybe she’s been the one I’ve been looking for this whole time. Either way, she does it for me.
“Austin,” she faintly says.
“Yes, Tessa.”
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“You.”
4
The smell of waffles, eggs, and bacon fill the air and stir my senses. Turning over, I peer at the screen on my phone to check the time before rolling onto my back. Last night was an amazing, albeit physically draining, time. Normally you would get to know each other, but we already do. We know each other’s birthday, family background, schools, everything you would discover when you first meet someone. So, where does this leave us? Is this a one-and-done thing?
“Hey, sleepyhead. I made breakfast, and you were supposed to be asleep so I could wake you up. I had a whole thing planned,” she says as she hands me the serving tray loaded with the much-needed carb replenishment.
“Well, I can fake sleep if you want me to.” I bite into a piece of bacon and take a swallow of juice.
“Nah, the moment’s passed. You had to be there.”
The sound of her giggles makes my dick twitches.
“By the way, I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed one of your shirts after my shower. My clothes are so non-relaxing, and I didn’t want to get dressed until you were ready to take me home.” She stands, grabs her bag, and takes out clothes for the day.
“My shirts never looked better,” I respond while eyeing her every move.
She turns and smiles at me. “You know, talk like that can get me out of this faded, worn, gray EMT shirt and back in your bed…naked.”
“Well, I did say Tessa was on my breakfast menu.” I place the tray on the floor, using a napkin to cover the food.
She saunters towards me, and I watch those smooth, toned legs make strides and can’t help but think about them being perched on my shoulders again. She pulls the sheet back, exposing my naked form before sitting on me and slowly grinding her hips.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I coyly ask, repositioning myself under her to where my head nestles against her opening.
“Serving you breakfast in bed as requested.”
She extracts my phone from my nightstand, opens my music app, and plays Wake Up by Travis Scott. The song is a perfect add-on to the night we had. Her mouth finds my collarbone, and her tongue follows the trail leading up my neck and just below my earlobe. I blindly search inside the drawer for protection when I recall we used the last one early this morning.
“Tessa.”
She bites me on my earlobe then move down to my chest. “What?” she responds.
“I can’t do this. I mean, I can, but I need to make a run first.”
“Oh, yeah. That. I could…” She suggestively sucks on my earlobe, her tongue working in, out, and around my canal.
“No, Tessa. I don’t want you to
do—that.” My eyes close while her hands softly caress my shaft, slowly stroking it.
She attempts to move down my body and ease her way to my dick, but I lie flat on my mattress and lift her, positioning her sweet pussy on mouth.
“Austin,” she moans.
Her hips gyrate in sensual circles, and I take my thumb and tenderly rub on her clit. With each motion she moans a little louder, and it excites me even more. I use my free hand to pleasure myself, fondling it to the point of near eruption.
“Hey, bro. Where’s Tessa?” my sister calls from the living room. Forever the cock-blocker. I’m sure she has no idea what’s going on beyond the hallway.
Tessa hops off of my face. “I’m in here,” she answers as she scrambles to appear normal and not fresh from a tongue-fucking.
I pick up the tray of food and begin to eat while Tessa snuggles next to me and picks at the plate.
“Am I interrupting something?” Courtney says when she walks into my room to find us in bed together.
“If I said yes, would you leave?” I reply sarcastically.
“Not a chance in hell. So, you two bump uglies?”
“Do you have to be so vulgar?”
“What do you want me to say? Did you two make love?” She flutters her eyelashes in a cutesy, sick manner.
“Courtney, you’ll be proud to know that your brother broke my fucking back, put me back together, and then broke it once more,” Tessa answers then takes a long gulp of water.
“Eew. That is TMI, Tessa.”
“Oh, by the way, you may not want to get a kiss from him before he brushes his teeth.” She takes a bite out of a piece of toast and smirks.
I can’t help but laugh as Courtney turns around and walks in the opposite direction.
“Maybe I should go shower and get cleaned up,” I suggest while attempting to stand. “If you want to refresh, the other bathroom is available.”
She pulls me back on the bed and cups my face with her hands, bringing our lips within centimeters of each other. “Or I could join you.”
“Then we’d never get out of this room.”