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Chapter 10
- Brian’s POV -
I cannot believe I let him talk me into this.
“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this!”
I turn to the left, but there’s no reaction. He’s been ignoring my angry huffing and puffing for the past ten minutes, which of course only makes me angrier. I will not be ignored! Especially not when I’m still in the throws of an immature fit.
Something in this seat has been poking my ass for the past half hour and it has me worried almost as much as it’s got me pissed. Not quite though.
I clench my teeth, starting to mumble, “Christ, this -”
“Would you shut up already? God, you’re annoying!” Justin bursts out after his ten minute silence. “It is not my fucking fault that the flights to D.C. got cancelled or that your precious car happens to be in the shop or that the rental car desk was crowded!”
“Yeah well, you should have gotten yourself something better than this shabby excuse for a car in the first place,” I reason.
“Excuse me Mister ‘CEO vintage Corvette custom-made sauce’, for I am just an average student. Besides, it’s not that bad! Ain’t that right, Loretta?” He pets the dashboard and reaches for the pack of mint things for the hundredth time. I wonder what for. Clearly, he’s not getting any in here.
“You sounded different two days ago when I, as you might recall, saved you from a certain death out in the wilderness!”
“That was before I knew that all she needed was a dose of antifreeze.”
“Point is, the car’s for shit. And please stop referring to that thing as a she. It’s weird. In more ways than I can think of.”
The fucker laughs at me, offering me some of the mints. “Oh please, dear knight in shining armour, take these refreshing wonder capsules as a token of my gratitude.”
I critically inspect the candy from afar. “How long have those been in here?”
“Three or four -”
“Years?” I offer.
“Days!” he shouts. “Jesus, Brian! There is nothing wrong with this car or its contents! Nothing that would make the transportation in here unbearable anyway.”
“Well, there’s the fact that it smells like your grandmother’s cat died in here after taking a swim in the mothball-filled fish pond, for one thing.”
He almost chokes on his mints from laughing. Serves him right.
“Anything else?” he asks, grinning.
“As a matter of fact, yes. The whole fucking interior seems to be coated in some sticky, unidentifiable substance and there’s a certain spring in this seat that is trying to rape me! How’s that?”
“I think he likes us, Loretta,” he addresses the dashboard again.
I throw my arms up in frustrated surrender, unwillingly coming in contact with the disgusting looking ceiling.
I grab for a tissue and neurotically try to clean the spot on my hand. “Watch the road!” I bark, knowing full well that he’s had his eyes fixed on the road the entire time.
And judging by the grin he’s sporting, he knows it too.
***
- Justin’s POV -
We made it to the restaurant just in time after a quick change of wardrobe and with Brian muttering something about ‘infested’ and ‘Armani’ and ‘Dasgupta’ all the way. Whatever that means.
At least dinner with the client, Mr. Moore, turns out to be tolerable. The food was excellent and after the formalities were exchanged, I’ve been pretty much left alone, which is fine by me. Brian is keeping his promise of me basically having to look ‘pretty’ and act as if I knew what he is talking about whenever he mentions graphics, art department, colour schemes and stuff in that area, some of which I actually have heard of, thank you very much. I was introduced as a creative consultant to Kinnetik, which was kind of cool. Apparently, I would also be lending Mr. Kinney a hand in tomorrow’s presentation. Ha, I’ll lend him a hand alright! I have to stifle the childish snicker and take a sip from my Merlot instead.
Brian really meant it when he said this would be a business trip, but the prospect of the hot action later alone is worth ditching my Monday and Tuesday classes and maltreating Loretta on the freeway. And I’ll be getting the action in a killer hotel room, no doubt. Even the drive here was fun, despite Brian bitching about everything and nothing the whole three and a half hours.
I steal a quick glance at him. If I thought he looked amazing in the grey suit he wore when we drove here, then he looks drop-dead gorgeous right now in black. I’m simply sitting next to him, only his profile and hands in my line of sight, yet that obviously suffices to send my hormones in overdrive. I shift around in my chair, desperate to somewhat ease the predicament I’ve been in for the past hour.
Just then Mr. Moore excuses himself to the bathroom and I let out a low sigh.
“That tedious, huh?”
“No,” I start. “Well, yes, but… that’s not it.”
Brian’s response is quirking an eyebrow. I rub my forehead.
“What is it, honey? Your migraine bugging you again?” he asks, mock-concern written all over his face. “Must’ve been the fumes in that vehicle of yours.”
Asshole. “Not so much migraine as a big boner,” I reply through clenched teeth. “And there is nothing wrong with the smell in my car!”
“That’s the really scary part. You seem to actually have gotten used to it.” He takes a sip from his glass.
“Are you going to stop insulting my car anytime soon?”
“There’s no way to tell,” he smirks. “Although, I could imagine to stop with the digs in the foreseeable future, if you apologized for the auto hell you put me through without warning.”
I gape at him. “Excuse me? You do realize that without Loretta and me, you probably wouldn’t have made this dinner, right?” Who does he think he is? I know I shouldn’t get worked up over something as stupid as this, but as usual I can’t help myself. I’ll be damned if I ‘apologize’. “You have a long wait ahead of you there, Mr. Kinney.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” I mirror the arch of his eyebrow. We grin at each other challengingly and I wonder if he wants to kiss me as much as I want to kiss him right now. I have an inkling that he does, seeing as his eyes are fixed on my mouth for a good two seconds.
It suddenly hits me. I remember the last time we were in a bet-like situation and I feel my grin transforming into a genuine smile. He still owes me those four k, even though the blowjob has been cashed in multiply. Anyway, think again, you -
“Mr. Moore,” I hear him say, but my mind and body only really register his hand that has just found its way to my crotch in split seconds. Oh my God, I can’t breathe. He starts moving his fingers just as his fucking client takes a seat again. I bite my lips together, hard, to keep the whimper from leaving my mouth.
“You alright, Mr. Taylor?”
“Yeah, are you alright, Justin?” the asshole dares to ask.
“Sure,” I press out, relatively certain that my voice came out along the height level of my squealing little sister’s.
Mr. Moore throws me one more worried look before refocusing his attention on Brian, who of course, keeps rubbing me under the table cloth. Completely unaffected, he picks his earlier conversation with Mr. Moore back up, the movements of his hand hidden under the table. I dig my fingers into the linen napkin in front of me and clench my teeth.
They both start laughing at something and Brian uses the briefly elevated noise level to pull the zipper on my slacks halfway down. Evil bastard! I try to steady myself, but then his fingers sneak inside my pants. I quickly reach my left hand down and slap his away. The sound is quite audible and I think for one second he is scared of getting caught too. After simply waiting a few moments though, he moves back to my crotch before I even get the chance to zip up again. My raging hard-on is getting severely more difficult to manage.
Oh my God, is he trying to kill me? And himself in the process? His goddamn client is sitting right there! Moore is not stupid, he would get what’s going on if one of use gave away too much. Is Brian completely out of his mind? All this because of some stupid little power game?
Mr. Moore busies himself getting out his Blackberry and I shoot daggers at Brian whose palm is molesting me again, this time pushing the fabric of my boxer briefs aside. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I mouth at him and he just gives me this expression as if to say ‘You know what I want to hear.’
Once again, this is his client! There’s no way I’m going to give in on this psycho shit. If he’s stupid enough to - Oooohkay, pulling out my dick. Fuck. He runs his thumb over the head and his fingers close around my shaft. Oh my…
“I’m sorry!” I blurt out.
***
He still wears that fucking grin like a trophy when we enter the lobby of the hotel. Impressive, yes. Making me forget what shit he pulled tonight, not so much. I stand back a little while he gets the room keys and glare a hole into his back. He turns around again, grins, grabs my hand and drags me over to the elevator, the doors of which open right on cue. We get on and wait for the doors to close. “You fucker,” I grumble. Yeah, not the most mature move.
Brian turns his head and smiles a full-on, happy smile. It is confusing. Sure, my knees go weak every time, but he - … shoves me against the wall and flings himself at me before the doors are fully closed. My fingers dig into his shoulders while he sucks and licks at random spots on my neck and presses his thigh between my legs.
If I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I’d be embarrassed by what an unbelievable whore I am for this man. One minute I want to smack him and the next, all I can think of is how much I want him. “I’m still… mad at you!” I moan more than say.
Brian pulls back a little and mumbles into the side of my face, “Don’t worry. You will soon have forgotten about that.”
***
I’m kneeling on the bed, my head pressed into the mattress. I’m thrusting back against his mouth in a slow pace, feeling equally slutty as turned on. My arms have long ago given out and are splayed against the sheets on each side of my body. Fuck, I am so glad we decided to take a shower when we arrived at the room. And now that I think of it, he did pay special attention to my ass in there.
I’ve been painfully hard and ready for coming for a good fifteen minutes now. Some time back, Brian has removed the pillows from under me that I shamelessly rubbed against. So now it is just my ass in the air and Brian’s mouth and tongue on me. He’s been nibbling and prodding me, biting my cheeks, wetting my crack. His moist breath hits me in all the right spots and sends jingles through my body.
Every time he pulls away, a gush of cold air hits me, varying the sensation. I hear him letting out a growl whenever I open and close for him, knowing he loves to watch, just as he is doing now. I miss his mouth on me and push back, telling him without words what I want. I scoot my knees apart even wider, tilt my hips up a tad more, spreading myself open to him. My breath hitches as I sense him leaning closer and his hot breath spilling out all over my wet skin. I thrust back against the air over and over again, desperate for contact. I pant and moan and bite my lower lip to keep from begging. If I don’t come soon, I’ll go crazy.
Brian’s hands stroke my cheeks and continue their way upward, onto my lower back. They run to my sides and I gasp as he suddenly grips my hips tight, stopping my wanton moving. “Uh! Brian!” I pull my arms forth, clutching onto pillows, sheets, whatever comes into reach. Please do something. Anything! He snakes an arm around me and pulls me back. He covers my opening with his mouth, his tongue breaches me without warning and I scream. His lips nip around the place his tongue is buried in, and I distantly hear the whimpers that are coming out of my mouth. I almost don’t recognize myself. Never before have I gotten that lost during sex like these past days with Brian.
His tongue snaps out of me, his hands leave my body and before I can formulate a question in my head or aloud, the rip of the condom wrapper answers. I wait for his fingers to dive into me and I’m tingling with anticipation. Instead of his fingers working me open, he positions his dick. A yelp leaves my mouth as he presses into me in one hard thrust. The force propels me forward and has my knees giving out as I am stretched by him, my body shocked at the unexpected intrusion. Brian is completely encased in me and my muscles wildly spasm around him. He bends over me, his chest pressing against my back, his heavy breath on my neck and ear.
“Okay?” he wants to secure and I think my response is a chant of incoherent words. There must’ve been something approving in them, for he starts withdrawing and sliding back in right to the hilt. We both let out impressive moans.
“Fuck, Justin… so good,” he pants into my sweaty neck. Brian’s arms splay out and glide down along mine. He starts moving in and out of me in a regular pace as his hands cover mine. He nudges that spot inside of me and I bite my lip. If I would die tonight I wouldn’t have any regrets because there can’t be a thing I missed out on in this mortal life that could possibly feel better than this. Stretching my fingers apart and digging my nails into the bedding, Brian’s digits slip down and intertwine with mine. My cock is shoving against the sheets with every one of our forth and back motions and I know that I can’t hold out much longer. I gasp and shudder as he bites and licks at my jaw, loving the feeling of him in me, on me and all around me.
“Ahhh-AAAh!” I holler, his dick gliding over the bump of my prostate with every stroke. I’m close, no wait, I’m closer, and desperately try holding on for another minute. His fingers squeeze mine, his tempo increases and I feel that he is right there with me.
I’m moving against him fiercely, giving all I have left to give. And then, I surrender. I feel the waves coming and let him push us into an orgasm from another world.
***
- Brian’s POV -
Wednesday morning, I find myself strolling into the Diner, stealing the newspaper from Ted and sliding into the booth next to Mikey. “Morning, girls.”
My car is still in the shop but even that can’t dampen my mood today. I spent the last ten minutes making out in the back of a cab before I jumped out and paid the driver to get Justin to his mommy’s place.
We got back home yesterday night, exhausted and in a car that practically screamed for a mercy scrapping when we arrived at the loft. It wasn’t a hardship to convince Justin to stay as he obviously wasn’t keen on trying his luck and see if the car would make the last ten kilometres. Sure enough, this morning, Loretta didn’t seem to have any intention of starting. After biting back at least a dozen jokes, I had him agreeing quite easily to sharing the cab I had called anyway. It is one thing to ride in something like this out of bare necessity and time pressure, but a whole different thing to let myself be dropped at the office in it. After all, I have a reputation to uphold.
Oh yeah, the presentation on Tuesday went smoothly. Moore was a goner as soon as he saw his own picture stare back at him from the first slide of the presentation. I guess I really wouldn’t have needed Justin to be there, but well, it didn’t hurt. For this and that reason.
“Having something to eat?” Debbie shouts from somewhere.
I just hold up an empty coffee cup that’s sitting on the table as a reply, already skimming an article on the second page. It seems unusually quiet here. I look up to find Mikey, Ted and Emmett watching me. “What?” I shrug. There really can’t be anything. They have nothing on me today. I am invincible.
“How was the romantic getaway?” my supposedly best friend coos from beside me.
What the fuck? I turn and notice the other two idiots sporting fat grins. “I went to secure my company one of its biggest clients for another year! But of course I understand how a bunch of needy queens would interpret that as romance.”
“Who’re you calling needy?” Emmett gasps. Err, duh? “I’ll have you know that I just celebrated my two week-anniversary with Calvin.”
Before I can even get in how lame that is, Ted starts babbling something and Mikey joins into the chorus with an anecdote about his professor. If they were wearing lipstick, this could be a scene straight out of ‘Sex and the City’. Jesus. Nevermind, I’m reading this article now. Who did the mayor’s wife bitchslap?
Two minutes later, Deb finally comes over with what I hope is a fresh pot of coffee. It’s strange but I don’t even crave the caffeine today. Amazing what eight hours of solid sleep can do for your system, even with Justin sprawled out half on top of me for the most part of the night.
I have to smile upon remembering the image of him waking up today. I had been wide awake for ten minutes already when he was still burrowing into my chest, squinting against the daylight and muttering protests into my skin. His hair was incomprehensibly dishevelled and kept falling back into his face no matter how often I brushed it back. Only after I pulled him up and into the shower with me did he seem to get sober. A fact he affirmed by going down on his knees and making me come so fast, I was almost embarrassed. We both weren’t up for sex this morning and I gladly resigned myself to soaping and soothing his ass, remembering how he occasionally winced during the car ride home. I guess even the most broken-in hooker would feel repercussions after the escapades that hotel room has witnessed. From the time we got into the room after dinner Monday night till the meeting with Moore and his associates on the next day, all we did was fuck, work on my presentation, shower twice, sleep a little and fuck a lot more.
I grin into my coffee, lifting my gaze for a quick, routined look around the table. The guys seem to be discussing something with Debbie and just as I look up, she points at me. “And that goes for you as well!” What now?
Realizing that I haven’t listened to a thing she said, Deb gives me one of those ‘I’m onto you’ looks, category unsettling. What could she be referring to? There isn’t anything. I didn’t do anything.
“As I was saying,” she addresses me. “I wanna make our family dinners into something more regular again. So, I’ll have you over at least every second Friday.” Uh-huh. That makes… one dinner every two months for me, right?
“And don’t even think about skipping, Kinney, I am planning a fucking fantastic fondue this week. I even got a second one of those fondue sets now.” I sigh and Debbie’s glare makes the round, daring anyone to give arguments when she asks, “So, you’re all gonna come on Friday 7 sharp, yes?”
“Yes,” comes the collective answer from Michael, Ted, Emmett and me. Are we done?
“And you’re all gonna bring the respective boyfriends!”
“Yes,” we all say again. Now can I please be left alone and find out who got bitchsl-
Wait a second. I stare at the picture of mayor Deekins’s wife’s hand coming in contact with his mistress’s cheek, but I’m not really seeing it. …We all said yes? Did I just - …No, that’s ridiculous, I didn’t say that. And even if I did, no one would’ve noticed. Right? Right.
I cautiously look up, the first face coming into view being Debbie’s. She flashes a shit-eating grin and cracks her gum at me, chuckling.
That can’t be good. Oh God.
*** Chapter End
A/N: Just to prepare you, this was probably the penultimate chapter. :x I will try to have the next and last(?) chapter done within the next two weeks.
Also, would anyone be interested in a PDF of the whole story? I’ve seen a couple of authors doing that.
Commentssss pleeeeeze! :D
==> Chapter 11
- Brian’s POV -
I cannot believe I let him talk me into this.
“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this!”
I turn to the left, but there’s no reaction. He’s been ignoring my angry huffing and puffing for the past ten minutes, which of course only makes me angrier. I will not be ignored! Especially not when I’m still in the throws of an immature fit.
Something in this seat has been poking my ass for the past half hour and it has me worried almost as much as it’s got me pissed. Not quite though.
I clench my teeth, starting to mumble, “Christ, this -”
“Would you shut up already? God, you’re annoying!” Justin bursts out after his ten minute silence. “It is not my fucking fault that the flights to D.C. got cancelled or that your precious car happens to be in the shop or that the rental car desk was crowded!”
“Yeah well, you should have gotten yourself something better than this shabby excuse for a car in the first place,” I reason.
“Excuse me Mister ‘CEO vintage Corvette custom-made sauce’, for I am just an average student. Besides, it’s not that bad! Ain’t that right, Loretta?” He pets the dashboard and reaches for the pack of mint things for the hundredth time. I wonder what for. Clearly, he’s not getting any in here.
“You sounded different two days ago when I, as you might recall, saved you from a certain death out in the wilderness!”
“That was before I knew that all she needed was a dose of antifreeze.”
“Point is, the car’s for shit. And please stop referring to that thing as a she. It’s weird. In more ways than I can think of.”
The fucker laughs at me, offering me some of the mints. “Oh please, dear knight in shining armour, take these refreshing wonder capsules as a token of my gratitude.”
I critically inspect the candy from afar. “How long have those been in here?”
“Three or four -”
“Years?” I offer.
“Days!” he shouts. “Jesus, Brian! There is nothing wrong with this car or its contents! Nothing that would make the transportation in here unbearable anyway.”
“Well, there’s the fact that it smells like your grandmother’s cat died in here after taking a swim in the mothball-filled fish pond, for one thing.”
He almost chokes on his mints from laughing. Serves him right.
“Anything else?” he asks, grinning.
“As a matter of fact, yes. The whole fucking interior seems to be coated in some sticky, unidentifiable substance and there’s a certain spring in this seat that is trying to rape me! How’s that?”
“I think he likes us, Loretta,” he addresses the dashboard again.
I throw my arms up in frustrated surrender, unwillingly coming in contact with the disgusting looking ceiling.
I grab for a tissue and neurotically try to clean the spot on my hand. “Watch the road!” I bark, knowing full well that he’s had his eyes fixed on the road the entire time.
And judging by the grin he’s sporting, he knows it too.
***
- Justin’s POV -
We made it to the restaurant just in time after a quick change of wardrobe and with Brian muttering something about ‘infested’ and ‘Armani’ and ‘Dasgupta’ all the way. Whatever that means.
At least dinner with the client, Mr. Moore, turns out to be tolerable. The food was excellent and after the formalities were exchanged, I’ve been pretty much left alone, which is fine by me. Brian is keeping his promise of me basically having to look ‘pretty’ and act as if I knew what he is talking about whenever he mentions graphics, art department, colour schemes and stuff in that area, some of which I actually have heard of, thank you very much. I was introduced as a creative consultant to Kinnetik, which was kind of cool. Apparently, I would also be lending Mr. Kinney a hand in tomorrow’s presentation. Ha, I’ll lend him a hand alright! I have to stifle the childish snicker and take a sip from my Merlot instead.
Brian really meant it when he said this would be a business trip, but the prospect of the hot action later alone is worth ditching my Monday and Tuesday classes and maltreating Loretta on the freeway. And I’ll be getting the action in a killer hotel room, no doubt. Even the drive here was fun, despite Brian bitching about everything and nothing the whole three and a half hours.
I steal a quick glance at him. If I thought he looked amazing in the grey suit he wore when we drove here, then he looks drop-dead gorgeous right now in black. I’m simply sitting next to him, only his profile and hands in my line of sight, yet that obviously suffices to send my hormones in overdrive. I shift around in my chair, desperate to somewhat ease the predicament I’ve been in for the past hour.
Just then Mr. Moore excuses himself to the bathroom and I let out a low sigh.
“That tedious, huh?”
“No,” I start. “Well, yes, but… that’s not it.”
Brian’s response is quirking an eyebrow. I rub my forehead.
“What is it, honey? Your migraine bugging you again?” he asks, mock-concern written all over his face. “Must’ve been the fumes in that vehicle of yours.”
Asshole. “Not so much migraine as a big boner,” I reply through clenched teeth. “And there is nothing wrong with the smell in my car!”
“That’s the really scary part. You seem to actually have gotten used to it.” He takes a sip from his glass.
“Are you going to stop insulting my car anytime soon?”
“There’s no way to tell,” he smirks. “Although, I could imagine to stop with the digs in the foreseeable future, if you apologized for the auto hell you put me through without warning.”
I gape at him. “Excuse me? You do realize that without Loretta and me, you probably wouldn’t have made this dinner, right?” Who does he think he is? I know I shouldn’t get worked up over something as stupid as this, but as usual I can’t help myself. I’ll be damned if I ‘apologize’. “You have a long wait ahead of you there, Mr. Kinney.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” I mirror the arch of his eyebrow. We grin at each other challengingly and I wonder if he wants to kiss me as much as I want to kiss him right now. I have an inkling that he does, seeing as his eyes are fixed on my mouth for a good two seconds.
It suddenly hits me. I remember the last time we were in a bet-like situation and I feel my grin transforming into a genuine smile. He still owes me those four k, even though the blowjob has been cashed in multiply. Anyway, think again, you -
“Mr. Moore,” I hear him say, but my mind and body only really register his hand that has just found its way to my crotch in split seconds. Oh my God, I can’t breathe. He starts moving his fingers just as his fucking client takes a seat again. I bite my lips together, hard, to keep the whimper from leaving my mouth.
“You alright, Mr. Taylor?”
“Yeah, are you alright, Justin?” the asshole dares to ask.
“Sure,” I press out, relatively certain that my voice came out along the height level of my squealing little sister’s.
Mr. Moore throws me one more worried look before refocusing his attention on Brian, who of course, keeps rubbing me under the table cloth. Completely unaffected, he picks his earlier conversation with Mr. Moore back up, the movements of his hand hidden under the table. I dig my fingers into the linen napkin in front of me and clench my teeth.
They both start laughing at something and Brian uses the briefly elevated noise level to pull the zipper on my slacks halfway down. Evil bastard! I try to steady myself, but then his fingers sneak inside my pants. I quickly reach my left hand down and slap his away. The sound is quite audible and I think for one second he is scared of getting caught too. After simply waiting a few moments though, he moves back to my crotch before I even get the chance to zip up again. My raging hard-on is getting severely more difficult to manage.
Oh my God, is he trying to kill me? And himself in the process? His goddamn client is sitting right there! Moore is not stupid, he would get what’s going on if one of use gave away too much. Is Brian completely out of his mind? All this because of some stupid little power game?
Mr. Moore busies himself getting out his Blackberry and I shoot daggers at Brian whose palm is molesting me again, this time pushing the fabric of my boxer briefs aside. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I mouth at him and he just gives me this expression as if to say ‘You know what I want to hear.’
Once again, this is his client! There’s no way I’m going to give in on this psycho shit. If he’s stupid enough to - Oooohkay, pulling out my dick. Fuck. He runs his thumb over the head and his fingers close around my shaft. Oh my…
“I’m sorry!” I blurt out.
***
He still wears that fucking grin like a trophy when we enter the lobby of the hotel. Impressive, yes. Making me forget what shit he pulled tonight, not so much. I stand back a little while he gets the room keys and glare a hole into his back. He turns around again, grins, grabs my hand and drags me over to the elevator, the doors of which open right on cue. We get on and wait for the doors to close. “You fucker,” I grumble. Yeah, not the most mature move.
Brian turns his head and smiles a full-on, happy smile. It is confusing. Sure, my knees go weak every time, but he - … shoves me against the wall and flings himself at me before the doors are fully closed. My fingers dig into his shoulders while he sucks and licks at random spots on my neck and presses his thigh between my legs.
If I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I’d be embarrassed by what an unbelievable whore I am for this man. One minute I want to smack him and the next, all I can think of is how much I want him. “I’m still… mad at you!” I moan more than say.
Brian pulls back a little and mumbles into the side of my face, “Don’t worry. You will soon have forgotten about that.”
***
I’m kneeling on the bed, my head pressed into the mattress. I’m thrusting back against his mouth in a slow pace, feeling equally slutty as turned on. My arms have long ago given out and are splayed against the sheets on each side of my body. Fuck, I am so glad we decided to take a shower when we arrived at the room. And now that I think of it, he did pay special attention to my ass in there.
I’ve been painfully hard and ready for coming for a good fifteen minutes now. Some time back, Brian has removed the pillows from under me that I shamelessly rubbed against. So now it is just my ass in the air and Brian’s mouth and tongue on me. He’s been nibbling and prodding me, biting my cheeks, wetting my crack. His moist breath hits me in all the right spots and sends jingles through my body.
Every time he pulls away, a gush of cold air hits me, varying the sensation. I hear him letting out a growl whenever I open and close for him, knowing he loves to watch, just as he is doing now. I miss his mouth on me and push back, telling him without words what I want. I scoot my knees apart even wider, tilt my hips up a tad more, spreading myself open to him. My breath hitches as I sense him leaning closer and his hot breath spilling out all over my wet skin. I thrust back against the air over and over again, desperate for contact. I pant and moan and bite my lower lip to keep from begging. If I don’t come soon, I’ll go crazy.
Brian’s hands stroke my cheeks and continue their way upward, onto my lower back. They run to my sides and I gasp as he suddenly grips my hips tight, stopping my wanton moving. “Uh! Brian!” I pull my arms forth, clutching onto pillows, sheets, whatever comes into reach. Please do something. Anything! He snakes an arm around me and pulls me back. He covers my opening with his mouth, his tongue breaches me without warning and I scream. His lips nip around the place his tongue is buried in, and I distantly hear the whimpers that are coming out of my mouth. I almost don’t recognize myself. Never before have I gotten that lost during sex like these past days with Brian.
His tongue snaps out of me, his hands leave my body and before I can formulate a question in my head or aloud, the rip of the condom wrapper answers. I wait for his fingers to dive into me and I’m tingling with anticipation. Instead of his fingers working me open, he positions his dick. A yelp leaves my mouth as he presses into me in one hard thrust. The force propels me forward and has my knees giving out as I am stretched by him, my body shocked at the unexpected intrusion. Brian is completely encased in me and my muscles wildly spasm around him. He bends over me, his chest pressing against my back, his heavy breath on my neck and ear.
“Okay?” he wants to secure and I think my response is a chant of incoherent words. There must’ve been something approving in them, for he starts withdrawing and sliding back in right to the hilt. We both let out impressive moans.
“Fuck, Justin… so good,” he pants into my sweaty neck. Brian’s arms splay out and glide down along mine. He starts moving in and out of me in a regular pace as his hands cover mine. He nudges that spot inside of me and I bite my lip. If I would die tonight I wouldn’t have any regrets because there can’t be a thing I missed out on in this mortal life that could possibly feel better than this. Stretching my fingers apart and digging my nails into the bedding, Brian’s digits slip down and intertwine with mine. My cock is shoving against the sheets with every one of our forth and back motions and I know that I can’t hold out much longer. I gasp and shudder as he bites and licks at my jaw, loving the feeling of him in me, on me and all around me.
“Ahhh-AAAh!” I holler, his dick gliding over the bump of my prostate with every stroke. I’m close, no wait, I’m closer, and desperately try holding on for another minute. His fingers squeeze mine, his tempo increases and I feel that he is right there with me.
I’m moving against him fiercely, giving all I have left to give. And then, I surrender. I feel the waves coming and let him push us into an orgasm from another world.
***
- Brian’s POV -
Wednesday morning, I find myself strolling into the Diner, stealing the newspaper from Ted and sliding into the booth next to Mikey. “Morning, girls.”
My car is still in the shop but even that can’t dampen my mood today. I spent the last ten minutes making out in the back of a cab before I jumped out and paid the driver to get Justin to his mommy’s place.
We got back home yesterday night, exhausted and in a car that practically screamed for a mercy scrapping when we arrived at the loft. It wasn’t a hardship to convince Justin to stay as he obviously wasn’t keen on trying his luck and see if the car would make the last ten kilometres. Sure enough, this morning, Loretta didn’t seem to have any intention of starting. After biting back at least a dozen jokes, I had him agreeing quite easily to sharing the cab I had called anyway. It is one thing to ride in something like this out of bare necessity and time pressure, but a whole different thing to let myself be dropped at the office in it. After all, I have a reputation to uphold.
Oh yeah, the presentation on Tuesday went smoothly. Moore was a goner as soon as he saw his own picture stare back at him from the first slide of the presentation. I guess I really wouldn’t have needed Justin to be there, but well, it didn’t hurt. For this and that reason.
“Having something to eat?” Debbie shouts from somewhere.
I just hold up an empty coffee cup that’s sitting on the table as a reply, already skimming an article on the second page. It seems unusually quiet here. I look up to find Mikey, Ted and Emmett watching me. “What?” I shrug. There really can’t be anything. They have nothing on me today. I am invincible.
“How was the romantic getaway?” my supposedly best friend coos from beside me.
What the fuck? I turn and notice the other two idiots sporting fat grins. “I went to secure my company one of its biggest clients for another year! But of course I understand how a bunch of needy queens would interpret that as romance.”
“Who’re you calling needy?” Emmett gasps. Err, duh? “I’ll have you know that I just celebrated my two week-anniversary with Calvin.”
Before I can even get in how lame that is, Ted starts babbling something and Mikey joins into the chorus with an anecdote about his professor. If they were wearing lipstick, this could be a scene straight out of ‘Sex and the City’. Jesus. Nevermind, I’m reading this article now. Who did the mayor’s wife bitchslap?
Two minutes later, Deb finally comes over with what I hope is a fresh pot of coffee. It’s strange but I don’t even crave the caffeine today. Amazing what eight hours of solid sleep can do for your system, even with Justin sprawled out half on top of me for the most part of the night.
I have to smile upon remembering the image of him waking up today. I had been wide awake for ten minutes already when he was still burrowing into my chest, squinting against the daylight and muttering protests into my skin. His hair was incomprehensibly dishevelled and kept falling back into his face no matter how often I brushed it back. Only after I pulled him up and into the shower with me did he seem to get sober. A fact he affirmed by going down on his knees and making me come so fast, I was almost embarrassed. We both weren’t up for sex this morning and I gladly resigned myself to soaping and soothing his ass, remembering how he occasionally winced during the car ride home. I guess even the most broken-in hooker would feel repercussions after the escapades that hotel room has witnessed. From the time we got into the room after dinner Monday night till the meeting with Moore and his associates on the next day, all we did was fuck, work on my presentation, shower twice, sleep a little and fuck a lot more.
I grin into my coffee, lifting my gaze for a quick, routined look around the table. The guys seem to be discussing something with Debbie and just as I look up, she points at me. “And that goes for you as well!” What now?
Realizing that I haven’t listened to a thing she said, Deb gives me one of those ‘I’m onto you’ looks, category unsettling. What could she be referring to? There isn’t anything. I didn’t do anything.
“As I was saying,” she addresses me. “I wanna make our family dinners into something more regular again. So, I’ll have you over at least every second Friday.” Uh-huh. That makes… one dinner every two months for me, right?
“And don’t even think about skipping, Kinney, I am planning a fucking fantastic fondue this week. I even got a second one of those fondue sets now.” I sigh and Debbie’s glare makes the round, daring anyone to give arguments when she asks, “So, you’re all gonna come on Friday 7 sharp, yes?”
“Yes,” comes the collective answer from Michael, Ted, Emmett and me. Are we done?
“And you’re all gonna bring the respective boyfriends!”
“Yes,” we all say again. Now can I please be left alone and find out who got bitchsl-
Wait a second. I stare at the picture of mayor Deekins’s wife’s hand coming in contact with his mistress’s cheek, but I’m not really seeing it. …We all said yes? Did I just - …No, that’s ridiculous, I didn’t say that. And even if I did, no one would’ve noticed. Right? Right.
I cautiously look up, the first face coming into view being Debbie’s. She flashes a shit-eating grin and cracks her gum at me, chuckling.
That can’t be good. Oh God.
*** Chapter End
A/N: Just to prepare you, this was probably the penultimate chapter. :x I will try to have the next and last(?) chapter done within the next two weeks.
Also, would anyone be interested in a PDF of the whole story? I’ve seen a couple of authors doing that.
Commentssss pleeeeeze! :D
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