“And for you?” the third bartender asked me.
“Water,” I answered and he fulfilled the request. Brianna looked at me with wide, puppy dog eyes. Her bottom lip was pouting. I chuckled and gave her a chaste peck. I smiled down at her, “Someone’s gotta get you home, sweetheart, and it better be me.”
After some more rather public displays of affection at the bar, Brianna finished her drink. She was well drunk at this point, but she never looked happier. Standing up, she found her footing and then turned to me. Brianna crooked her finger, and I stood up as well. Satisfied, she pressed a deep kiss to my lips, one that spoke of more to come.
Brianna pressed her body against mine, her tits against my chest. We were full on making out at this point, and I was enjoying the ride. Her palms pressed against my muscular chest, going lower and lower. I pulled away, puzzled, but she just held my gaze with her blue eyes. They were filled with desire and lust, and I thought for a moment maybe I should stop this.
But her fingers traced the zipper of my pants, and my whole body shuttered. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, and my cock was twitching at her touch every time she passed. I held my breath as her fingers went down again, and her hand cupped my bulge. I opened my eyes in surprise, looking at her wide grin.She has me, hands down. She bit her lip and whispered.
“Take me home, Crush.”
Brianna
The ride back to my apartment on the back of Crush’s motorcycle was more exhilarating than the ride to the bar. Everything seemed brighter, happier. I felt lighter, too—like a simple breeze could just take me off the bike at any moment. Crush pulled into the parking lot and I dismounted with ease. After he got off the bike, he put a gentle hand on the small of my back.
The homeless man was back, and he was awake. I could feel his eyes as they undressed me, and then Crush growled low and deep at him. The guy got the message and put his head down as we walked past. I opened the door to the building; the waft of cigarette smoke seemed less intense, and I grabbed Crush’s hand as I took him up to the third floor.
I opened the door, and Crush followed me in. As I threw the deadbolt to lock it, I had a weird sense of feeling…embarrassed.What am I doing?I thought. It seemed foolish to follow my night routine, especially something as mundane as locking the door. I didn’t know where Crush would hide weapons, but knowing him, he had a few stashed away on his person.
But that wasn’t the most ridiculous part of this whole scenario. Crush was in my apartment,and Iall but dragged him here.Sobriety hit me like a train, and I had a moment of panic. This was a bad idea, but the man did his kisses feel great. And I wanted to know what he was like in bed—I wanted to know what it was like for Crush to bring me to that sweet high of orgasm.
And when I looked at him, he didn’t seem bothered by me taking my time. He was taking in his surroundings. He didn’t want to rush me. And if I demanded he sleep on the couch, he would. It was obvious. Crush was not a monster that took women without their consent; that was clear. If he was, he had multiple opportunities to drag me to some corner and have his way. But he waited, like a decent fucking human.
He smiled at me as he finished his sightseeing tour of my place. We just stood there, and I was going to say something to break the ice, but Crush was faster. He closed the distance between us in one long step. Crush put his hand on my neck softly, gently tilting my face to his as he took my lips in a delicate kiss. It was a slow burn, igniting me in ways I couldn’t describe. My hips brought themselves closer to him on their own accord, and I could feel the bulge in his pants. He pulled away, and we were both breathing heavily.
“So fucking sexy,” he groaned.
He kissed me again, moving his lips across my jaw and down my neck. His beard was rough, adding a new sensation to his soft kisses. Crush trailed kisses down my neck and over my bare shoulder, his hands cupping my ass. In a swift motion, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, and my legs wrapped around his hips as if they belonged there.
Crush nipped at my neck, his tongue following up with some tender licks. The idea that he was marking me ashissent a rush through me that pooled in my core. He pulled away, and his eyes shone bright with lust—but there was something more there. He wasenjoyinghimself, I surmised. And I was a little shocked to realize I was enjoying myself as well.
“Brianna,” he whispered, holding me with a surprisingly vulnerable look in his eyes, “you’re taking the reins on this. You’ve got to tell me when to stop.”
I nodded, saying nothing. We just stood there for a moment, and I had to think.Was this a good idea? Probably not, I reasoned. But flirty sorority Brianna who didn’t give a damn whispered in my head:Would it be worth it? Hell. Fucking. Yes.And it wasn’t just sorority Brianna that wanted this. I wanted it too.
I kissed him back with passion, hoping to communicate everything I wanted. And stopping was not one of those things. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, trying to bring him impossibly closer. I broke away, kissing and sucking at the curve of his shoulder. He groaned and gently let me feel how turned on he was.
“Bedroom,” I mumbled between kisses.
Crush didn’t have to be told twice. He deftly carried me down the hall, and I kept up my assault of kisses on his neck and jaw. His large hands were at the skin of my waist, lighting me on fire where his fingers squeezed. He led me into the bedroom, gently discarding me on the bed. Crawling between my legs, he never took his eyes off me. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the powerful muscles as I reached the hem of his shirt.
He didn’t stop me as I lifted his shirt up, my hands making contact with his hot skin. He watched as I lifted it higher and higher until completely stripping his shirt away. He just stayed there as I stared at his chest. My fingers danced over the scars from past wounds in various stages of healing. There was a tattoo on his ribs that stretched up and over his right pec muscle, a swirl of black and red ink. In the light, I could just barely make out my skull. It was haunting yet beautiful.
“All right, sweetheart, it’s my turn now,” Crush said with a smirk.
His large hands gently lifted my top up and over my head. He stared at my chest for a minute, and I wanted to suddenly shy away. It was a sober moment of clarity, and I felt more vulnerable than ever. I looked at Crush, who was just staring, and the high wore off, and I felt everything except beautiful and sexy. I wrapped my arms around myself, covering up. Crush frowned.
His hands directed my arms away from covering myself, “I was admiring that view, sweetheart. It’s a fucking damn good one; I’ll tell you that. You are the most beautiful woman I have had the pleasure of laying eyes on.”
“You were staring for so long,” I blushed, embarrassed. “I thought you had changed your mind.”
He ground his hips into my core, and I felt his large cock straining against the denim, “Does this feel like I’ve changed my mind?”
I shook my head, smiling at his way of reassuring me. He kissed me deeply, his hands still on my wrists. I was at his mercy, and he made his way down my neck as he peppered my skin with kisses. There were trails of fire and lightning that followed his movements on my skin, and I was shocked to look down and see that they were just sensations rather than reality.
He went to the valley between my breasts, kissing down to my belly button before returning to take one of my nipples in his mouth. I gasped at the sensation, his tongue flicking my nipple until it was hard. He released the one and repeated his ministrations on the other breast. He worshipped my breasts, moving one hand to massage the flesh.
“Your tits are so fucking amazing,” he growled, and that sent a wave of wetness down to my sex. Crush had this way of making all my insecurities just disappear. Not to mention, the sheer language he used. It was crude and dirty, and fuck did it feel nice to be admired in such an animalistic way. “God, I want to fuck you so bad.”
