Men In Control (Smith Brothers Complete Series)

by Brenda Ford

  “Why? Because you know that I’m right? I think you might have felt the same way too. It sure seemed like you were enjoying yourself with me. I don’t know what it’s been like with other guys, but I bet it hasn’t been as intense?” I wait for her answer, to confirm my suspicions, but I get nothing. “Come on, please be honest.”

  “It… it doesn’t matter what I say, how I feel and the same goes for you as well. It doesn’t change things.”

  “Are you acting like this can’t happen because of the opinion of other people? Because that’s just crazy. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure there are thousands of relationships that people didn’t like in the first place. But if they really love you then they will want you to be happy. It will be okay in the end.”

  I lace my fingers through hers and while this time she doesn’t pull away, she doesn’t fully commit to holding my hands either. Her hands are a bit limp while she stares at me. She’s a little frozen while she drinks this in.

  “But… this isn’t just about people accepting us. I’m not even saying that there is going to be an us, what with the age difference and everything, I’m talking about losing my job. Going to jail.”

  “But I won’t let that happen. I know that we will need to keep it a secret for a while.”

  “Forever, more like. Do you really want to be in something secret forever?”

  “For you? I wouldn’t mind. As long as I get to have you, nothing else matters. I could be your little secret forever more. You would be worth every moment that I get by your side.”

  She leans in, almost as if she’s about to cave to the sensations, but then at the last moment she snatches back, and her face hardens all over again. “Then you need to get out of here. You need to go home and grow up a bit. You are only eighteen years old for crying out loud. You have so much learning to do! You can’t be in something secret forever. That is just stupid.” She points towards her window. “Get out of here now.”

  I’m sure that she expects me to do exactly as she commands, but I’m not listening to the words coming out of her mouth, I’m listening to what her body is screaming out for… and that’s me. She can’t hide her body language however hard she tries. Nor can she avoid the sizzling chemistry between us.

  “I’m not in school now.” I step closer to her and brush her hair off her face. “You can’t tell me what to do. I want to be here, and I know that’s exactly what you want as well. So, stop trying to fight this.”

  I cup her cheek in my hand and wait for her to stop panicking. She knows as well as I do that this is wrong, but I’m pretty sure it won’t stop her either. The fact that there is so much at stake just makes it wilder. I cock my head to one side and look into her eyes, watching the desire behind those.

  Does she want this? I ask as my head automatically moves in her direction. Am I right?

  Luckily, Amelia is the one who finally connects us. She becomes impatient for me and lifts to her toes to kiss me, forgetting all the very sensible things that she just said. As we kiss my hand slips from her cheek around the back of her neck and my other fingers rest on her hips. Amelia stumbles back, hitting the wall behind her, allowing me to press every part of my body into hers. This takes me back to earlier today when we were in Amelia’s office, so we pick up exactly where we left off.

  Chapter Ten

  Amelia

  I can’t believe that this is happening, I think desperately as the kiss becomes more passionate. This is crazy. Rosie is downstairs, my boss could find out, I could lose it all… but Nelson’s a fucking addiction.

  It’s been so long since someone made me feel so good, and Nelson really does that. He makes me feel incredible, like a sexual goddess all over again. Or maybe for the very first time, I’m not sure.

  “I want to strip you this time,” he whispers to me. “I have watched you do it so many times that I want a turn.”

  “I always imagine that it’s you anyway,” I admit, maybe a little too candidly. “So, go ahead.”

  He begins with my blouse, fixing his gaze firmly on mine as he does. The passion pours through me, making my pulse race about a million times faster. Does he have to be so intense with his eyes? I’m already having trouble keeping myself upright as it is! How the hell am I going to survive when he touches me?

  Then his hands reach around my back and a groan vibrates in his throat as my breasts burst free. His eager fingers explore my breasts like they are precious gems needing to be touched everywhere… in particular my nipples. They have always wanted to be tugged and teased by Nelson, so this is like a dream come true.

  Actually, all of this has a dream like quality to it, which is why I’m happy to get swept along.

  Nelson falls to his knees as he takes my trousers down, still looking up at me. My breath catches in my throat as I realize just how eager he is to please me. It hasn’t ever been this way before, more the other way around, and I’m completely enthralled by him. He really is the most incredible person.

  “Oh wow.” My fingers automatically knot up in his hair as he drags my trousers down, grazing his fingers over my hyper sensitive skin as he does. “Nelson, this is a bit too much, isn’t it?”

  He doesn’t answer me with words, but with actions instead. Actions that tell me it isn’t nearly enough for him. He uses his hands to guide me back towards the bed and pushes me ever so slightly, so I tumble backwards onto it. As I fall, I feel so giddy and care free that I actually giggle like a school girl. Holy hell, what is Nelson doing to me? How is he making me behave all wild like this? Is he changing me or unleashing me from a cage that I didn’t even know I was locked in? I don’t know and right now it hardly matters.

  When Nelson doesn’t join me immediately, I prop up on my elbows to find him and what I see turns the butterflies in the pit of my stomach in to the size of birds. They are so heavy and powerful; they might consume me if I let them. I’ll let anything happen if I get to continue watching Nelson undress like this…

  “Oh my God,” I gasp as his cock springs free. I have seen it through the window but never this close and its massive. He is a very well-endowed man, bigger than anyone who has come before…

  “Lie back,” Nelson growls, undeterred by my reaction. “I’m coming for you.”

  I shudder, my breaths so heavy now that my chest is rising and falling like crazy, as I do what Nelson tells and lie back on the bed. He’s like a predator coming for his prey as he crawls over me, pausing only to kiss random body parts on the way up. My thigh, my stomach, my arm, my collar bone, my throat… and finally my mouth once more. As we kiss deeply, his steel rod presses hard against my panties, making me wish he’d taken those from me as well. I’m aching for him now. We’ve already gone too far. I want him inside of me.

  But he pulls that wonderful cock of his away and he moves his mouth back downwards, lowering only when he gets to my black satin panties, which he nuzzles his nose against. Since the tip of his nose grazes over my clit exactly making me buck upwards with need, I can only assume that he’s an expert with the female body and that I am in for the night of my life… not that I assumed it would be anything different with Nelson.

  “You smell awesome,” he moans, his words vibrating against my core. “I want to taste you.”

  “Taste me?” I arch my back, pressing more of myself into him. “That’s what you want?”

  He cups my ass, holding me against him for a couple of moments. The hot breath tickling me is a seduction, pulling me deeper under the waters of pleasure with him. No wonder he makes me lose my mind!

  “Yes, that’s what I want,” I gasp as my fingers sink into the strands of his hair. “So much.”

  “Exactly what?” he begs. “I need you to tell me what you need.”

  Assuming he loves the dirty talk, which is something that I haven’t ever tried before but that I can get on board with, I tell him. “Your tongue. All over my clit, inside of me, everywhere.”

  He curls his fingers around the waist band of my p
anties before he yanks them away. As the material sheds and I sense the delicious sensation of his tongue coming for me, I realize what a revelation it is to be able to just tell a man what I want. For him to care enough to ask. It’s freeing and liberating, something I could get used to.

  “I’m coming,” he whispers, his breath setting my soaking wet slit alight. “Are you ready?”

  I don’t get to answer him because that’s the exact moment he first licks my clit. Just one little flicker of his tongue but it bucks me off the bed and makes me scream much too loudly. I hope Rosie has her head phones on and she can’t hear me. That would be a disaster… even if I am the mother who should be able to do what she wants. This whole thing with Nelson is like a clandestine torrid affair. I’m a teen in fucking lust.

  Just as I am about to scream, to demand that he gives me more, Nelson senses it and his tongue connects with my clit once more. Only this time it isn’t just a flicker of the tongue, this is him ravaging me.

  Goose bumps rise on my skin, my pulse threatens to explode as it pounds so hard, there is no breath left in my body. Just as I suspected with Nelson, it’s all too much. He’s utterly phenomenal.

  “Shit.” I grab his head to pull it away because I need a moment to gather myself, but before he can disconnect, I yank him back to me, needing all of this. “Fucking hell, oh!” I can’t survive this. “Shit, Nelson.” The onslaught of his tongue, the grazing of his teeth, the tickling of his lips… “Nelson, oh my God.”

  It’s all coaxing me towards the edge of an orgasm so powerful, I’m frightened that my whole body will explode. I don’t know if I will be able to take it because it’s been too long. But every time I try to communicate this with Nelson, it comes out as a cry of pleasure instead… and this only increases his need to devour me.

  The relentlessness of his movements pushes me to the edge of existence rapidly. So fast it steals the last scrap of breath away. The dizziness increases, the pressure builds, I want to stop this before it gets too far, but I already know that it has gone too far, and I can’t hold back. Nelson has all of me.

  I open my mouth to let out a scream as the orgasm finally hits me, every cell in my body exploding with hot bliss, but no sound comes out. He has literally left me speechless which has never been done before. The intensity of this feeling makes me want to weep, to thrash out and cry through everything, but I don’t. Instead I cling to Nelson as much as I can, trying to hold on to him through the shudders of phenomenal pleasure that are off the scale, like nothing else, wanting to feel all of him as I come through the power of his tongue.

  “Wow,” I gasp as he drags himself upwards. I can almost hear the electrical buzzing remaining in my system as I talk. “That was… was something else, Nelson Smith. You really are good at that.”

  “Am I?” he queries as he grabs a condom from his pocket. The hiss of the wrapper opening nearly tips me over the scale once more. I know where that sound leads and fuck I want it.

  “Could you not tell?” I giggle weakly, pausing while I watch him make quick work of sheathing himself. “I’m an absolute mess because of you. Look at me for crying out loud. I can’t be the first person to tell you that.”

  I don’t know why the hell I’m bringing up other sexual encounters as if I want to hear how he has pleased lots of other females, but I have put it out there now. I don’t suppose I can take it back.

  “Actually, you are,” he replies while matching my body with his. His cock nudges my entrance, but he doesn’t quite slide in just yet. It feels a bit like torture with him so close, yet so far. “You are the first.”

  I wrap my legs around his back and try to pull him towards me. “Well, you must be with the wrong women then. Ones who don’t know how amazing you are because that was something else.”

  “It isn’t that.” He rests his forehead against mine so I can see my reflection in his dilated pupils. “It’s because you’re the first one that I have ever been with. This is my first time.”

  He’s a virgin? I want to scream at him to stop because it isn’t right for him to lose his virginity to me. Not when there are so many other situations that would be so much better, but in one strong thrust he is buried deep inside of me, making me feel so good that any protest falls away. He matches the slamming of our bodies together with kisses all over me, making me feel safe and secure in his arms. A sensation I need.

  “Oh, Amelia,” he purrs, my name like a prayer on his lips. “This is perfect.”

  I don’t know what to think. Really, I’m not thinking anything, my brain is switched off. Nelson hooks an arm under my knee to pull it up and bury deeper into me, so deep that my eyes lose focus. In fact, I lose any sense of everything but him. This boy, the virgin, who is driving me rapidly towards my second orgasm tonight.

  “Miss Clark.” He says my name one last time before we both explode together. Our bodies spasm, the pleasure hits us both, somehow much more intense this time around. He kisses me to swallow up my screams which is probably a good thing because I have already made plenty of noise tonight. I won’t get away with much more and I really don’t want the night to end early by getting caught.

  And as we collapse in to one another’s arms, panting, sweating, and trying to gather ourselves up, the regret that usually hits me after sex doesn’t come. This is the person that I should regret sleeping with, but it hasn’t happened. If anything, I just want him again…

  Chapter Eleven

  Nelson

  “I don’t want you to leave,” Amelia purrs like a pussy cat, kissing my throat as I get myself dressed. She’s such a sexy distraction that it’s damn impossible to get her out of my mind. “I’d like you here with me when we wake up.”

  “You know I want that too.” I spin around and kiss her gently, lovingly. “But we have to be smart.”

  “I know, I know, you’re just… I don’t know. You’re just wonderful, aren’t you?”

  I can see the love glazing in her eyes. She really does want me, and not just in a sexual way. She’s thinking about what a future between me and her together would be like which makes me so incredibly happy. I’m glad she sees it as something more because it means all my hopes aren’t dumb founded and stupid.

  “Soon,” I whisper while brushing my fingers off her cheeks. “It can be for real soon.”

  She rests her hand on top of mine and strokes my fingers. “We weren’t exactly patient, were we?”

  “No, I know.” I can’t help but laugh. “I promised myself I would graduate first, but you’re so irresistible.”

  We kiss for a little while longer, just remaining in this gorgeous moment of bliss where it’s just me and her. I have fantasized over being with Amelia a lot, but nothing in my imagination ever did her justice. She’s phenomenal. Off the scale amazing and I never want to let her go. I’m so glad now that I waited for her.

  “Was that really your first time?” she asks, checking all over again. “I can’t believe it.”

  I press my hand on her chest, over her heart, and rest it there to highlight my words. “I promise.”

  She cocks her head to one side and narrows her eyes to examine me. “Then you really are something else.”

  “I’m something else?” I press my lips to hers. “What about you? You’re incredible.”

  She giggles and blushes. “You really make me feel special, Nelson. Now go before I don’t let you.”

  I back away, knowing that if I don’t go now I never will. I hitch myself up onto the window sill and blow her one last kiss. When I leave this window, she will go from being Amelia to Miss Clark all over again. Back to being the English teacher who I can fantasize over but never touch. But since we know how much chemistry flows between us there isn’t any doubt in my mind that we are supposed to be together, I can wait… I think.

  I climb back on the tree and scramble across to my room, not quite as sure footed as before because I’m not driven by the intense lust anymore as I swing back into my room. I press my p
alm up against the window and wave at her. She’s smiling, looking happier than I have ever seen her before, and that image of her is so beautiful. It’s even better than seeing her up against the window touching herself. This is a keeper memory.

  As she shuts her curtains, I do the same thing before climbing into my bed. My imagination captures the better of me and my head spins off into a wonderful world where me and Amelia are fully committed with the support of all the important people in our lives. Me and her kissing, exploring one another’s bodies under the covers, going on trips together, seeing the world, getting married and having a happy ever after.

  God, I can’t wait to leave high school now. I can’t wait for all of that to happen. It’s such an exciting future that I can’t wait to get my hands on. Sure, I still have the college decisions to make, which is now definitely going to be impacted by what just happened, but I can deal with that later on. I can worry about my education and my career once I have sorted out things with Amelia. Right now, getting my love life on track is vital.

  Knock, knock.

  I jump off the bed as someone bangs on it. My heart leaps into my throat as I wonder who it is. Dear God, I seriously hope that someone hasn’t found out what’s going on already.

  “Who… who is it?” I call out, unable to keep the intense anxiety from my voice. As it turns out, I’m not made for doing something wrong. Someone should have told me before I got started… not that I’d have stopped.

  “It’s Wesley, will you open the door? My hands are full.”

  Confused, I do as he commands and see him there with arms full of food. “What’s this?”

  “Well, you seem a bit off at the moment,” he informs me as he comes into my room. “And although you say that it’s high school work, exams and stuff, I don’t know how much I believe you. You aren’t like me; you aren’t the person to get stressed out over that like me. I believe it’s something else…”