Brandon grabs my hand away from me and he holds both of my hands above my head. He pins them there with one hand, then he uses the other to continue on what I was doing only moments before. As he does I buck and I roll my hips towards him. My touch was good, but fuck me his touch is incredible. His rough, yet velvety fingers feel incredible as they slide in and out of me, massaging my insides. I almost can’t contain the pressure that’s starting to build inside of me, it’s nearly too much…
And then he pushes me even closer to the edge by rubbing his thumb over my clit at the same time. My body is overloaded with sensations, I don’t know if I can stand it much longer.
Then Brandon’s hand moves away from me and I feel his tip teasing my entrance instead. I try to encourage him inside of me, I want to push him deep into me, but since he has complete control of my body I can’t. But that doesn’t stop me from bucking like crazy against him.
It’s been far too long since I’ve done something wild that’s just for me. This feels so damn good. It’s freaking incredible, I want more, I need more…
I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep myself away from the rest of the world if I’m honest. It’s seemed so easy to not go near any man, but that’s got to be because none of them have sent me anywhere near as wild. This… this is something else.
Eventually Brandon gives me what I need and he slides all the way into me, stretching me around him as he fills me up completely. I’m so damn aware of every inch of him, more than I ever have been with any man before. He slams into me pressing my butt hard against the wall as he thrusts over and over again. With every stroke he gets harder and faster as the animalistic side of him gets the better of him too. It’s too much for me, so much that I lift my other foot off the ground too and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, driving him in even deeper.
This might be wrong, I might never usually act like this, but my God it feels so right. My head is spinning, I can practically see stars, and the pressure is still building.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out as the pleasure intensifies. I’m not usually so vocal, but today I can’t stop the words. Luckily my cottage is too far away from anyone so no one will be able to hear me no matter how much noise I make… which is a truly liberating thought. “Oh fucking hell.”
Brandon grinds, continuing to hit all the right spots, sending me ever closer to the edge of desire… and then I’m falling. The moment simply crashes into me hard and shakes and shatters through my body. I buck and thrust back as hard as I can, just trying to extend the most amazing pleasure that I’ve ever experienced in my life. It has never been as intense as this before. The orgasm is like a tsunami of bliss that continually crashes over and over me until there isn’t anything of me left. Just a shuddering, sweaty, but very satisfied mess.
“That was amazing,” I gasp into his mouth once the bliss has shot through him too. “Oh my God, I don’t think it’s ever felt so good before.”
As Brandon drops me to my feet and he pulls away from me, I wonder if there should be some regret coming to me now. There isn’t, I’m still fully basking in the post orgasmic glow, but there probably should be. I’ve just had my very first one night stand after all!
But then Brandon smiles at me, and I realize that it’s silly to feel that way. We’re just two consenting adults that met and decided to have a bit of fun. Now, we will part ways. I’ll go to bed and he’ll head back to wherever it is he’s staying and we’ll never see each other again. Well… I’ll probably see him in a lot of my future fantasies, but that’s it.
This will just be what it is, one night of meaningless, random fun.
Perfect.
Chapter 6 – Brandon
“So, what do you think, boss?” Hank, the site foreman says to me in a gruff, firm tone of voice “Everything look as you want it to be? Plans all good? Any comments you have?”
“Hmm, what?” I hate to admit it but my mind is elsewhere. I want to concentrate on this job because much as I didn’t like to be the one to take it on, I need to do a good job. If I’m going to work I need to forget Lola and her soft kisses, her lovely skin, the feel of her body underneath me… it’s challenging to think of anything but her. “Sorry, yes. The plan, looks great. Thank you for getting them all together for me, I really appreciate it.”
I glance down at the paper and try to visualize the drawing coming to life in front of me. It looks great but now I can see it through very different eyes. Now that I’ve seen more of the town I can see how it won’t fit in and how it might ruin the quaint experience people get in th
is town. But then again I’m not powerful enough to start putting my emotions before my business. My dad just won’t hear of it. All I can hope is that I can do a good job.
“Okay great, well I’ll get my men on it now. I think Archie might have a break down of the predicted costs if that’s something that you want to look at as well.”
“Yep, sounds great. Let’s do this.”
As we walk to where Archie has his desk set up I fire off a text to my dad. I don’t know how much detail he wants to know about all of this, but I want to keep him up to date anyway. Just in case. I hold my cell phone out for a moment, just waiting for a reply, but I get nothing.
“So how you enjoying the small town life?” Hank asks as we walk. “I bet it’s a bit different from the big ol’ city isn’t it?” He says this as a joke, as if the city is worse, and I actually think he might believe it. “Bet you can hardly sleep in the quiet.”
“The city isn’t that far away,” I tell him with a smirk. “What is it, like an hour or two in the car? And to be fair I’ve only been here a short while so it’s fine.”
“I bet your problem is the lack of girls. A guy like you, must have them all over you.”
I can’t even begin to consider the irony of this remark. Since being here I’ve met the only girl to not bore me as soon as we’ve slept together. Hours have passed and still all I can think about is her. Instead of getting into this with a man I don’t know and I have to work with for the next few months, I don’t say anything. That’s something I’ve found in business, sometimes saying nothing is much better than doing anything.
“Right, Archie.” I take my seat next to him, trying my hardest to just get my damn head in the game already. “Let’s get these numbers crunched, shall we? Work out where we’re headed with this one?”
As he starts to talk me through the financial side of things, I discretely check the screen of my cell phone but I still have nothing from my father. It makes me feel a bit insignificant that he can’t even be bothered to reply to me, not even a yes. He’s always on his phone, sending texts, firing off emails, searching, connecting… I know he’s seen my message, he just doesn’t care enough to reply. Again I’m filled with the sense that I’m a disappointment. That always comes from Dad. I don’t even know if he means to do it or if it’s just his way, but it really does irritate me whatever the case. The rest of the world sees my worth, it’s only him.
I wish I had thought to get Lola’s number, then I could send her a cheeky text to get me through the day. She too, I know is going to be super busy on the farm all day long. I wish I could talk her through it.
Still, maybe there is something I can do. I know we don’t have any plans for tonight but that doesn’t mean I can’t see her again. Maybe I can even do something nice for her as well. I can head to the grocery store and get some food, cook her a meal. Maybe I don’t know too much about her yet, but she seems like the sort of person who gives and gives without expecting anything back. Maybe it’s time for someone to make her feel special.