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He’s getting defensive, and I reach up and touch his chest softly. I can feel his pounding heart, and he swats my hand away. Almost like he can’t stand me touching him. But he wants to suck my dick?
What the hell? I don’t understand him at all.
“I think…I think we shouldn’t do that, Braxton.”
His brows meet and he shoots off of me, almost curling into himself at the rejection.
I can feel him pulling away from me and I hate it. Turning down the blow job is one thing—my dick is screaming at me for being an idiot—but it’s his sudden cold demeanor when only minutes before he was grinding against me. So hot, so needy. It’s throwing me for a major loop.
“Yeah, right. It’s fine. I don’t really want to anyways.”
I sit up, my shirt sliding down and covering me from the cool air. I reach toward him, but he scoots a little farther away.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I’d like to do that with you, but I don’t think here is the right place.” I’m not sure how honest to be with him, but I mean, of course I want it. I just want him to want it too. I want him toadmitthat he wants it.
He peeks over at me and scoffs. “Yeah. I really don’t want to anyways. It’s fine.”
I shift a little closer. “We can kiss though, if you want. I know you’re not really into me, but if you want to, I think we could. Just for a bit longer. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.” I know I’m rambling now, a last-ditch effort, but I liked his lips on mine. He’s a real good kisser. Has real nice lips and a hard-working tongue.
I really want this. Want it damn bad.
Come on, Braxton. Kiss me. Don’t pull away from me again. Not all the way.
He rolls his lips between his teeth and then he scoots closer to me, almost as if warring with himself.
“This means nothing,” he says as his thigh touches mine, and then he’s straddling me again, his hips connecting with mine. And before I can exhale, his lips are on mine. I let out a startled grunt, because with him, I’m always so surprised. Everything he does is so unexpected. His fingers thread through my hair, and I gasp at the rough way he tugs on the strands. His tongue sneaks into my mouth and slides against mine. My hands land on his waist once more, feeling the shattered way he’s breathing.
Our dicks are still hard, pressed together, but neither of us moves our hips. They just rest against each other, pinned against the other, kind of like how I am now, pinned down by Braxton as he sucks on my tongue.
A moan slips from my mouth at the possessive, angry way he kisses me. Like he wants it so damn bad but he hates that he likes it.
Maybe because I’m so simple, I like the complicated mess he seems to be. He’s like a puzzle I need to put together to see the whole picture. And I wanna see the whole picture. I bet it’s a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors, an abstract painting that pulls me in from the emotion of it all.
I want to live in that painting, want to continue to put those puzzle pieces together. But before I can, he’s shoving me away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I stare at him, his cheeks flushed, his eyes sparkling.
“I should get home. I need to make sure my mom eats dinner.”
He climbs off of me and adjusts himself, turning his back to me and running a hand through his hair.
“Um. Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.” I try to get a hold of myself, righting my clothes and running my fingers through my mussed hair, still feeling a little dazed. This whole evening has been a roller coaster. I push myself up and see my dick straining against the zipper of my pants. Braxton’s eyes swivel down to it, and he wets his lips. Almost like he’s hungry for it.
For a moment, I wonder if he’s gonna proposition me again, but he doesn’t, just grunts and makes his way to the ladder, disappearing over the edge without a word. I watch him go, grabbing on to my hard dick and squeezing. I’ll need to take care of this later. Braxton’s got me all riled up.
I finally make it back to the truck and slide inside. Braxton’s already inside, his legs pulled up to his chest, his head resting against the window, watching me.
“You okay?” I ask, and he doesn’t respond, just sits there in silence.
Makes me a bit nervous, but I just keep quiet as I drive him back to his place. And when we pull up to his house, he doesn’t give me a chance to say goodbye before he darts out of the truck and through the front door. I let the truck idle for a moment. Was hoping for a goodnight kiss, but then I see the faint orange glow on the porch and realize his mom is outside.
Yeah, he wouldn’t plant his lips on mine with her watching.
Don’t think she knows he likes to kiss dudes. Or, kiss me.
I put the truck in reverse and make my way back to my piece of land, my mind a muddled horny mess. When I get back, I decide to wander over to my dad’s place so I won’t be quite so alone. It’s there that I find Ryan in the living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table, my grandpa in the recliner, a pipe dangling from his mouth. Pretty sure that’s weed I smell. Not sure my dad or Violet will like that, but here we are. Seems they’re out at the moment anyways. Violet works a lot as a doctor in town, so when she has free time, they usually go off and spend it alone.
Doesn’t help that Ryan and my grandpa live with them still. Probably kills the overall vibe.
