AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Shut. The. Damn. Door," she grits out, her voice cracking at the end.
This time I do as she asks and move toward her, stopping just short of my front touching her back. "What the hell is your problem?"
"Were you going to ask me to dance or just keep dancing with my mother all night?"
My brows dip, but only for a moment. Then, my mouth does what it does best. I smile, that knowing arrogant grin. "Well that depends," I whisper at her ear, baring all the laughter in my tone. "Were you going to speak to me at some point and stand by my side like a good date would or were you going to pretend not to smile from across the way all night?"
She turns around, all the anger she can muster in one look. "Asshole. Answer the question with an answer and not another question."
"Asshole? Normally I'd accept this accusatory label gladly, but I'm not the one that walked off pissed at the world because you caught a handful of flowers. By most people's standards that's a little bit of crazy."
"You could have followed me! Or come to talk to me after a few minutes. People were acting weird. They were all staring. I needed space. You could have asked me to dance. Anything besides making me stand there alone like a fucking nitwit that no one wants anything to do with. My parents are here and they're already asking questions. I show up with a date for the first time in God knows how long in front of them and now it looks like we're fighting. This just adds to their questioning!"
The tips of my first two fingers ricochet off my temple as I roughly tap it. "What am I, a fucking mind reader? I was going to ask you before your dad beat me to it," I answer simply. "You aren't the type of girl that likes to be smothered and I'm not the type of guy to do the smothering. It's why we get each other. What's this really about?"
Her tone is still elevated, her movements strung out as she speaks. "I hate the way you make me feel. Needy. I'm an independent woman. You make feel like a fucking crazy person!" she blurts out. "And tomorrow night you'll leave and I have to figure out how to pretend all of this crazy never existed."
The veins in her neck are protruding, her chest heaving up and down, her breasts rising and falling. "Is this your way of telling me you'll miss me and don't want me to go?" I tease.
"This isn't funny anymore, Bryant! You met my parents. I don't bring guys to meet my parents. My head is really screwed up right now. This was just supposed to be a fun night filled with sex and alcohol. You were never meant to stay."
"So I met your parents, big deal. I'm also your brother's friend. It doesn't have to mean anything to them, just like it doesn't mean anything to us. What do you want me to say? You appealed to me, and you still do. You're reading too much into it. There is no small print, no hidden clause, and there is nothing to read between the lines. We want each other this way. There are no rules about meeting in a bar. I stayed because I wanted to."
She breathes heavily, her eyes scanning mine, and then out of nowhere she jumps into my arms, climbing my body like a tree, her lips firmly pressed to mine. A groan expels, my hands working to pull her dress up her body as I walk toward the bed that we're about to soil. I lean over, releasing her to the mattress, pulling her top down until my lips are wrapped around her nipple.
She moans, her hands already pulling at my hair. "You sure you want to do this with everyone downstairs?" My hands are already wrapped around the panties at her hips, working them down her legs until they hit the floor.
"Yes. You aren't known for taking your time," she says, a smile drawn across her face as she wraps her legs around my waist, locking her heels at my backside. I pull my shirttail out of my khakis and open my pants, grabbing my dick from its confinement.
She fists the front of my shirt, along the buttons, pulling me down to her. The fabric of her dress is already bunched at her navel, giving me a view of that beautiful pink pussy, glistening wet, and ready for me.
I ready my head and push inside with force, immediately feeling the clenching of her pussy as she takes all of me. "I like the way this feels," she whispers, pulling me closer to her.
"Me too," I respond, my thrusts at an aggravated slow pace. I grip her hip, angling her bottom half a little.
"Show me the craziness is real. Make me remember you even when you're gone," she says, and pulls my lips into hers, leaving me in a complete mind fuck. One that I'm starting to wonder if I'll come out of, because at this moment, I'm pretty sure I'm making love to a woman for the first time in my entire life, and I'm not sure what to make of it.
Chapter Eighteen
Tynleigh
Chill bumps spread every time his hand rubs up and down the length of my arm. We've stayed at the apartment a lot of the day, being lazy. Last night ended quickly after our little . . . whatever that was upstairs. I think I may have had a temporary meltdown for the changes this week has held, and then all the attention from the people that know me the best just made it worse. I'm not sure what my deal is lately. I'm just going to blame it on part of the female anatomy: hormones.
Once we came downstairs, we of course got looks from our timely absence, and then realized Mom and Dad had already seen Saxton and Kambry off, making me feel a little bit shitty that I didn't get to say goodbye, but I think that was just their excuse for a quick exit if I know my brother. He likes to get that girl off by himself as much as possible from what I've learned.
The rest of the night was pretty quiet between Bryant and I. He stayed here, but we crashed once we got to my room, no wild fucking resulting from having the apartment to ourselves like I expected. We removed the dressy attire and got in bed, only underwear left. I expected for him to assault me, and I waited for it, wanting it, and possibly even needing it to take the edge off, because that's what we do. That's also exactly what happened the night he asked me to fuck him in the tub. He needed the hard to overpower the soft. And I like that about him. He leaves no room for emotion in the bedroom.
This time, on that bed back at the house, it was him giving me the slow motion, leading us both to orgasm. When he aligned his front against my back in my bed and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me against him, I was taken back. I'm not sure what got into him. It makes me wonder what he and my mother were discussing when they looked lost in conversation for so long. There's really no telling. Mom can be a talker more than she can be quiet.
But then, when we woke this morning, he was back to his playful demeanor as if nothing happened. We cooked breakfast in the kitchen versus going out, getting more scrambled eggs on the walls and floor than in our mouths; a result from a flirting induced food fight that turned into embarrassing laughter sounding throughout the entire apartment. It ended with me flipped over his shoulder, my ass in the air until my hand dipped beneath his boxer briefs. My finger casually swiped down the crack between his ass cheeks, pushing against that magical little hole for so many women, yet not for many men.
The air was knocked from my lungs as he swung me over, my back landing against the tile floor speckled in fluffy yellow eggs, and then he violated me in ways I've never been violated. I was joking by encountering his asshole, knowing it sends most heterosexual guys into an absolute panic, thinking it'd make him put me down, but the look on his face said I opened a door I shouldn't have without being properly prepared for a match. He shamelessly ate me from hole to hole, his thumb pressing that little button known as my clit at precisely the right time to send me into some kind of mind altering orbit I've never experienced. I've never been so fucking embarrassed by the sound of my own orgasm in my entire life. I'll never think of anal play the same way again.
There is truly something forbidden about a man's tongue being pressed against that tiny rosebud, but if you get past the dirtiness of it—filth really—it's a rewarding feeling. That bundle of nerves is something indescribable until a girl has met a man that isn't afraid to set off that explosion. I don't want to look my neighbors in the eyes. By the end I was merely thankful that I never miss a morning shower.
The one thing we did do today: rode the ferry out to the Statue of Liberty. There is one wonder that you shouldn't leave New York without experiencing with someone else, especially someone that lives here, and that's it. It's not shown on countless shows and movies for no good reason. It's a trademark for this city, this state. When I brought it up and realized he'd never been, it was set in motion that he wasn't leaving here without seeing it first. I learned after I moved out here that there are some life changing things to see in this city, and to leave without experiencing them all is almost a wasted trip. I've been several times, but I've never been with a man I'm interested in. Hell, I haven't been interested in a man past orgasm in years.
Looking out of her crown over such a magnificent place with him behind me, arms over my shoulders, crossed at my front, snuggling me against him, was well worth the wait to get up there. Thirty people an hour due to safety regulations for the stairs in a tourist city this big can take a while, but nothing has ever been worth the wait like that was. I vowed as I looked out over the water and the city I love so much, that today only I would allow myself to truly enjoy him in the context of the way a woman enjoys a man she's head over heels for. For one day I'm going to let myself feel things I never have.
