Okay, I mouth and look out at the park.
“How was your session?”
“I talked about you,” I begin and nod at his eyebrows raised in question. “My therapist basically said that we play the introductions by ear.”
“Did you want to wait?”
“No. If I’m being honest, I hate hiding our relationship. The further we get, the more stress it’ll be to hide.”
“We’ll do it slowly. My brothers first and then we’ll tackle our parents.”
“Deal.”
Brandon pulls me between his legs, and we watch as the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in a mural of hot pinks, neon oranges, electric purples, and the dark blue of night.
“What time do I need to drop off?”
“Whenever you feel like it,” I tell him and drop my head back on his shoulder.
“So never. Got it.” Brandon concludes, baring his teeth along my neck.
“Kidnapper,” I whisper and feel his silent chuckle shake my body while I settle deeper into his arms. “What’s your middle name?” I ask as his hands begin to roam.
“You want to know this now?”
“Mm hmm.” I move his arms and turn around,straddling him. “I want more nicknames to call you.” I run my hands through his hair and expose his neck, giving him the same treatment he gave me.
“It’s Oliver,” he says, and I smile against his throat as his words vibrate along my lips.
“Cute. Do you wanna know mine?” I ask and run my tongue up his neck and tug on his earlobe.
“I already know it,” Brandon says, strained.
I sit back and look him in the eyes. “Liar.”
“You forget I’ve heard your name yelled across backyards many times, Angela Claire.”
I roll my eyes defiantly and wind my fingers through his brown strands again. “I’ll have a nickname for you in no time.”
“Same,” he says and mashes his mouth to mine.
This kiss, like all the others, isn’t slow or close to a buildup. It’s heat and inferno and everything that a kiss should be. I back up on his thighs and reach between us to unbutton and unzip his pants. The head of his cock pokes through the slit in his briefs and I can’t resist running my thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum.
“Don’t play with me, Ang,” Brandon orders and slides his hands under my dress and rips my panties off my body. “Now sit on my cock so we can both come.”
My mouth drops in shock, awe, and arousal as I slowly lower on his length. He feels so much deeper this way, and when I’m full of him, I finally take in a lungful of air.
“You feel,” I begin and rise up on my knees before sinking back down on him.
“Fucking fantastic,” Brandon finishes for me as he sits up and wraps his hands around my waist to help me set a rhythm.
“Yeah. That,” I agree and wrap my arms around him andfuse our lips together in a burning kiss. Our bodies move together like waves in the ocean. He hits a depth in me that’s never been touched before, and the thought consumes me. Brandon’s hands roam over my body as my hips are lifted and lowered over his. With every stroke, he brushes my clit, and I tremble on the spot. When I need air more than I need to kiss him, I break the kiss and tug his earlobe between my teeth.
“Dammit, Ang,” Brandon swears and moves his hand between our bodies, rubbing my clit until I come with a cry and feel his warmth fill me up.
I continue my lazy movements, kissing along his neck and face, running my hands through his hair that’s gotten damp at the temples. “So you’re a video game developer, an older brother, have your nipples pierced, and know what to do with your dick.”
“Is that your requirements for a boyfriend?” he asks, running his hand lazily up and down my back whilst still buried inside me.
