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“Good answer.” He smirked before finally pressing his lips against mine with a passion that made me forget everything but the warmth of his body and the soft plushness of his skin against mine. He was so small and fit so well in my arms, and yet there wasn’t a part of me that thought I was the one in control. And I loved that. I loved that he took control without me having to ask. I loved that he was so fiery and knew exactly what he wanted. And I absolutely loved that he wantedme.
I groaned as he rubbed his pert ass against my groin, my cock straining against my leggings. I gasped in a breath as Brady pulled away, panting just as hard as I was. He rubbed his palm over my hard-on as he licked his lips, and I bit back a moan. Damn, those red, swollen lips of his. Brady shuffled back until he was sitting on the edge of my thighs before gripping the waistband of my leggings and looking at me with a raised brow, asking for permission. I nodded because I knew what he was planning to do, and I couldn’t wait to see those lips of his around my cock.
I leaned up with my arms braced against the back of the couch as I helped him pull the leggings off. He left them around my thighs as his gaze snagged on my underwear. I was wearing skimpy red lace panties that I’d discovered online a few days ago on a website that catered to men who liked wearing women’s clothes and vice versa. I hadn’t expected to be showing them to Brady today, but if the look in his eyes was anything to go by, it had been a good investment.
“Damn, Charlie,” Brady murmured in a hoarse whisper as he stood up and knelt before me, pulling my leggings down and pushing my knees apart so he could crawl between my legs. Leaning forward, he traced my straining cock with his tongue, making sure to only touch the parts that were covered with the panties. I groaned as I pushed forward, trying to get his tongue to where I really wanted it.
“Uh-uh. No moving,” he reprimanded me, his grip on my hips tightening as he leaned forward and licked his way across the waistband of the panties, so close to my skin but still not touching it. My hips jerked of their own accord, and Brady raised a brow at me before pinching the inside of my thigh. I jerked again, but this time in pain. “Sorry,” I mumbled sheepishly, and he smirked at me before patting my hip. “Up.”
I followed his command as he gripped the edge of my panties with his teeth and pulled them off with his mouth alone. I moaned, my voice loud in the quiet room, as I watched him pull the panties all the way off my legs. I’d never seen anything hotter. Well, maybe if Brady wasn’t wearing so many clothes, I would.
He sat up once he’d discarded the panties, and his eyes heated as he stared at my cock, already wet with precum and pointing straight at him, it seemed. He leaned forward, but I made a disgruntled sound, and he looked up at me with a raised brow. “Too many clothes,” I complained, and he grinned before straightening up and pulling off his t-shirt and revealing his creamy, pale body. Despite his small frame, he was all abs and hard muscles, showing me that though he looked small, he was in no means weak or soft. He was fierce and strong and so fucking hot. As I watched, he removed his jeans and underwear before standing up and ordering me to lean forward. I obeyed instantly, and he pulled off my own shirt and threw it somewhere behind the couch. He sank to his knees again without a break in his fluid movements and grinned up at me. “Better now?”
I nodded distractedly as my eyes roamed over his body, wishing I could touch him but knowing I shouldn’t. He’d told me not to move, and I intended to follow that.
“Good,” Brady murmured before leaning forward and at last gracing my cock with that devilish tongue of his. He licked up the sides slowly, taking his time tasting my skin before taking the head in his mouth. He licked around the tip, sucking off all the precum and moaning against my cock, the vibrations making me groan in return. He bobbed his head a few times before taking my whole cock down his throat in one swift move. It took all my self control to not jerk off the couch as the heat of his mouth surrounded my cock. Sweat ran down my chest, and I breathed deeply in an effort to gain some control because I did not want to come so quickly. Brady pulled back until only the tip remained in his mouth before surging forward again, and I couldn’t stop the loud, long moan that came out of my mouth at the friction. I’d closed my eyes when the pleasure had gotten to be too much, but I opened them now and watched as Brady took my cock to the back of his throat again and again. His left hand gripped my hip tightly while his left hand worked furiously at his own cock, a long, red-tipped beauty that made my mouth water. I wanted to taste him, but more than that, I wanted to know what he’d feel like inside me.
The thought of him fucking me, holding me down and taking control, was enough to send me over the edge, and I knew it’d only take me a few more strokes before I was coming. “Gonna…come!” I warned him, but he didn’t pull away, and I groaned loudly as I came down his throat, my whole body shuddering as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had rushed through me. I felt a wet splash against my leg and realized Brady had come, too. I’d closed my eyes again, and I wished I’d kept them open because now I’d missed out on watching him come.
When the world had finally stopped spinning and my ears didn’t ring anymore, I opened my eyes to see Brady smiling up at me from where he still knelt between my legs. I smiled back at him, suddenly feeling shy, and he grinned before clambering up into my lap and sitting sideways with his head resting against my shoulder. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, and I hummed in reply as I curled my arms around him and pulled him closed as I relaxed into the couch.
He looked up into my eyes as he spoke. “I didn’t expect you to be so…vocal.” I flushed under his gaze and looked away, biting my lip. This was all so new to me. I still hadn’t told him that. I’d pretty much lied to him when he’d asked me. I’d no idea if being vocal was a good or a bad thing. What if it was bad? What if Brady had been annoyed at how much noise I’d been making?
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Brady asked, cupping my cheek with his palm and tugging until I looked at him.
“Nothing, I just…” I shrugged, unsure what I could say. “Did you…not like it?”
Brady’s eyes widened, and he shook his head emphatically as his palm tightened its grip around me, as if he didn’t want me to look away. “God, no. I loved the sounds that you made. I liked hearing the effect I was having on you.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief. “Good. That’s good.”
He cocked his head to the side as he watched me for a moment before saying, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you how sexy you sound before?”
I flushed again, wondering how Brady would react if I told him I’d lied to him. Or, well, kinda lied?
“Uh, I was in the closet for most of my life. I haven’t really…done this before. I mean, I’ve had a few hookups,” two messy handjobs, to be exact, “but this was the first time someone did that to me… ” I trailed off, watching as Brady’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. My mind went back to how they’d looked wrapped around my cock, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from pulling him into a kiss.
“This was your first blowjob?” he asked softly, and I nodded, wary of how he’d react. Should I have told him before he did it?
I shouldn’t have worried, though, because he just grinned up at me and said, “Well, it’s a good thing that I gave you one hell of an experience then, isn’t it?”
I blushed and nodded happily before leaning down and kissing him. So I couldn’t resist for long. Sue me. Brady was a hot, hot man, and I was a goner for him.
I ended up staying over at his place. And this time, I didn’t have to sleep on the uncomfortable couch in the living room.
14
Brady
Iwokeupsnugglinga warm body, and it took me a moment to remember Charlie had spent the night. I grinned as I remembered everything that happened last night. It had been the best night ever. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed my birthday so much, and I only had Charlie to thank for that. I turned around in their arms, smiling when I realized they were still asleep.
Stray strands of hair stopped me from looking at their face, and I just couldn’t have that, so I carefully tucked them behind their ear, smiling at their sleeping face. They looked so much younger like this, with their face slack and devoid of any frown lines and a small, barely there smile curling their lips. Were they dreaming?
I scratched my fingers through their stubble, loving the feel of the scraggly hair against my fingertips. I wanted to wake them so I could spend more time with them, but I also wanted to let them sleep since it was a Saturday and thus their day off. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and realized I needed to get up if I wanted to be at Voice Out in time for my classes. Pressing a soft kiss on Charlie’s cheek, I slowly crawled out of their arms and made my way to the bathroom.
I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and then picked a simple t-shirt and jeans outfit out of my closet. Saturday was the one day I spent without makeup, at least the first part of it. Makeup and sweating buckets while training kids how to protect themselves from assholes wasn’t a really good combo, and I’d learned it the hard way.
Once I was dressed, I ran a brush through my hair, realizing my highlights had almost faded. What color could I get now? My eyes fell on Charlie’s sleeping form in the mirror, and I wondered if brown would fit well with my blond hair. I loved Charlie’s hair color, but I wasn’t sure if it would look good on me.
