Brax! He was there the first night I met Hoodie Guy, he knows who the stalker is. I have to talk to him. Now.
I rush out of my room and straight back into the living room where I left Brax sitting on the couch. He’s still there so I rush over to him and grab his hand, pulling him along behind me without saying a word. I’m surprised he follows as meekly as he does but my shock is short lived the moment we’re in my room with the door shut.
“I knew you felt it too.” He growls as he pushes my back against the door. His lips crash into mine, our teeth clacking together. On instinct I open my lips, allowing him to kiss me properly. His hand tangles in my hair, forcing my head slightly to the side as he plunders my mouth with a passion I never expected.
All thoughts abandon me as I give in to the feelings he stirs within me.
Brax kisses like he was born to make love to my mouth. Every nip and suck brings a moan out of me that sounds far too wanton. I can’t breath, think or move beyond responding to his passionate kisses. I’m not sure how long we stay there, pressed against each other but I’m consumed by him.
He slowly pulls away, his teeth scraping against my lower lip setting my entire body on fire. Figuratively of course. I try to catch my breath and regain my thoughts but his smile makes me melt into a puddle of pure unadulterated lust. Before I can think things through, I jump him.
Once more our teeth clash as I kiss him with everything I have. It’s sloppy, hard and fast but it matches the beat of my heart so I really don’t care right now. Wrapping my legs around his waist I allow him to carry me over to the bed where he gently lays me down on my back. Following right behind so I’m pinned to the mattress beneath his weight. You’d think I’d be feeling trapped under his muscular bulk, but somehow it only makes me feel more feminine and sexier.
I’m frozen beneath him. My usually cocky, self assuredness in the bedroom is turning into something akin to shyness. Not because I don’t want Brax, but because his very presence has always knocked me for a six. Right now, I can’t think at all. All I can do is feel as he lowers his lips to my neck, grazing his teeth along the throbbing pulse before gently kissing up and along my jaw until he reaches my lips again.
His hands smooth down my waist, following the curves of my body as he explores every inch of skin exposed by my bunched up shirt. “I’ve been trying to keep my hands off you since we met.” He whispers against my skin. I’m not sure what’s come over him, but his continued kisses don’t give me much of an opportunity to respond beyond returning said kisses. It’s like I can’t get enough of feeling his hands on me, can’t stop kissing him. I’ve never been so turned on in my life and all we’re doing is making out like a couple of teenagers. Which I suppose we still are technically. We are only nineteen.
My hands move of their own accord, sliding up his ribs and around his back until I’m gripping his broad shoulders. My nails are digging into the shirt that’s in my way. I tug the material up until it’s bunched up around his shoulders. I'm pleased when he pulls back from the kiss, allowing me to pull the shirt over his head. I toss it to the ground in a heap before gliding my fingertips over every inch of his exposed skin. I love the contrast of his soft skin over tight muscles.
He’s every girl’s wet dream made flesh, yet why do I feel like he isn’t enough for me?
Why is my heart being tugged in so many different directions?
I want Braxton, but I also want Kal, Wez and Samuel. Hell If Princess was into girl’s I’d be jumping him in an instant as well. Am I a slut?My thoughts rattle me enough to make me pull away, tearing my lips from his. He sits up on his knees hovering over me with a frown making his dark eyes look even darker. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just…”
“You’re not sure we should do this.”
“Pretty much.” I groan, rubbing my palms over my face. “I’m sorry.”
“Look, we’re both single mature adults with an itch to scratch, I’m not going to hold it against you if you change your mind now or right in the middle of coming. So stop apologising and relax.”
To say I’m shocked that he pulls me into his arms and just holds me is an understatement. I’ve never been held like this after sex, let alone after denying my urges. I’m not even sure why I stopped us. He’s right, we’re both mature adults. It’s just scratching an itch, like he said.
Being careful not to think too hard on the matter, I lean up and seal my lips to his. This kiss is the complete opposite of our first, instead of rough and full of lust, this one’s intimate, slow and drugging.
All my past experiences have been with humans, so not having to worry about hurting my partner is new to me. I don’t have to hold back with Braxton. I’m not sure who moved first, but our mouths lock, teeth and tongues clashing in a fight of passion.
My fingers dig at his hair, gripping and twisting until his head is tilted at the right angle for the deepest most erotic kiss I’ve ever experienced. I moan as he pulls away, trailing kisses along my jaw and down to the tender flesh of my neck. His fangs sink into the join between my neck and shoulder, sending shock waves of lust and pain which mix into a pleasure so intense I swear I could come from this alone.
My hips move of their own accord, rolling and bucking into his to try to ease some of the ache building between my legs but it’s not enough. I want to touch him. I want him inside of me. Brax reaches down between our bodies, his fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans before sitting back on his hunches with a rumbling laugh. “Are these man proof or something? I can’t get them open.”
“It’s a fake button, you just push here….” I move the eyelet hook over showing him how they undo. “Then-.” I don’t get to finish; he grabs my hands slamming them into the mattress above my head with one hand while he practically tears the zip open. The gasp that leaves me as he lets go of my hands suddenly is nothing compared to the one forced from my lips as he pulls both my jeans and black lace knickers off in one smooth move.
I’ve never felt more exposed than I do as he pushes my thighs as wide apart as they can go and buries his face in my pussy. His talented tongue laps and licks and twirls around my tight bud as he works me over in a frenzy that has me coming so fast I can’t breathe.
After what feels like forever, I finally manage to draw enough breath to moan out his name as he kisses his way up my stomach, pausing at the hem of my shirt as he slowly drags the material up and over my head. Brax takes his time, exploring every inch of my chest with his hands and mouth before sliding a hand behind my back and unhooking my bra. The soft lace slides off my breasts exposing my peaked nipples to the cool night air as he lathes at first one, then the other nipple making me cry out his name.
“Brax!”
“I love the way you say my name. Make sure you scream it nice and loud while I’m making you come.” He growls against my flash as he bites down hard on my nipple before releasing it and kissing it better. The bite of pain is enough to make me cringe, but the way he soothes it better has me moaning and panting again before the pain really registers.
Peeling the straps off my arms, he tosses the bra down to the floor beside the bed. His deft fingers stroke me to a second orgasm that really does have me screaming his name. Before I have a chance to come down from the high of coming twice in less than ten minutes, he kisses me roughly, stealing my breath.
With a move that’s all vampire, he speeds through undressing so fast that I don’t even have time to feel the absence of his body heat on my bare flesh before he’s right back there, poised at the opening between my legs.
“Are you sure?” Brax asks, I’m too wound up to form words so I merely nod and hope that’s enough but his next words, “I need you to say it Alissa,” have me forcing out a reply, “Yes. Please Brax. I need you.” One hard thrust and he’s seated so deeply inside me that I can feel every single inch of his far too large cock. The burn of him stretching me subsides quickly as he withdraws and thrusts inside once, twice, then I’m too lost to the rhythm of our bodies to count. The peak he builds within me is so high I feel like I’m soaring through the clouds and off into the starry night sky. I don’t come back down to Earth until I’m once more screaming his name, but what has me crashing hard is the muttered curse of someone in the doorway behind Brax.