The thoughts about sharing our house with his brothers, and our room with my son, meaning our options to be together for the immediate future are limited, return to my mind. “Short, please, show me again what it’s like to be yours.”
He throws back his head and barks a laugh. “And here I was, thinking I’d have to persuade you.” Sobering fast, he adds, “I don’t have much time, I’ve been given shit to do.”
“So, let's get started.” Last night had shown me how short life can be, and if we want to enjoy what’s been given to us, we should grab every opportunity when it’s offered. A next time is never promised. There’s no place for embarrassment, and I’m done with being shy. Short’s already seen all of me.
Stepping away from him, I whip off my top and quickly dispense with my bra, loving how his breathing becomes heavy. When I reach for my jeans, it spurs him into action, and it becomes a race to see who can get naked first.
He pushes me toward the bed. After his warning that we don’t have much time, I don’t know what he’s going to do. It doesn’t matter if he just wants to get to the main event, as I’m fully aroused.
But as I lie against the pillows, he takes my ankles and yanks me back down the bed, then pushes my legs apart, and puts his mouth to my pussy, licking and sucking as if he’s a starving man.
This might not be the occasion for fancy words or a drawing out of our pleasure. But as he expertly plays me, I’m soon incapable of having any kind of conversation, except for the one where all I can say isOh God, Oh Short, and yes.
In fact, I’m already begging before his fingers intrude, and his assault on my clit has my muscles tensing. A shudder goes through me, my legs lock tight, as an orgasm creeps up on me. I clutch at him, wantonly holding his head just where I want it, as I chase the moment of bliss that is just out of reach.
“I got you,” he murmurs against my clit.
It’s his words, the movement of his lips, his hot breath against my most sensitive part, coupled with that expert action of his fingers inside me, finding precisely the right spot that sucks all the air out of me. When it’s followed by wave after wave of sheer ecstasy that has me seeing stars, I can’t help but scream.
Before my senses completely come back to me, I’m conscious of his dick invading my pussy, his thickness and length, afleeting pinch of discomfort, only shoots me into the hemisphere all over again.
“Fuck, Bron, that’s right. Squeeze my fuckin’ dick. Bron, I’m not going to last, I need you so much, and you feel so fuckin’ amazing.”
When I can control myself, I squeeze my internal muscles, not worrying about it being over too quickly, just wanting him to experience the same pleasure as he’d given me.
“Bron, fuck. Fuck, Bron, this is going to be fast.” Which is fine by me, I don’t want him to wait, as greedily, I’m fast approaching another peak.
He quickens his pace, and for a second, I wonder if I can take it so rough, especially when he takes both my hands and traps them above my head. But I soon find his rhythm exciting, and my brain stops working as if I’m just some primeval being reacting purely on instinct. Instead of freezing or backing away, my body moves to encourage him, meeting him at every thrust.
A cry starts in my throat, a sound of increasing euphoria I can’t contain.
My keening spurs him on, my muscles grip hard, then he throws back his head, his roar joining my escalating scream, and he empties himself inside me. I swear I can feel hot, thick ribbons of cum pulsing, which extends my orgasm until I see stars.
Collapsing to one side of me, he pulls me close, still intimately joined together. Both of us struggle to get air into our lungs.
When he eventually has sufficient oxygen to speak, he growls, “I don’t have words for what that was, darlin’, just want to say, never felt anything like that before.” Then he suddenly stiffens. “Hell, Bron, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I forgot a condom.”
“I’m on the shot,” I respond shyly. “I couldn’t take the chance that…”
“Don’t you dare mention his name in our bed, you got me, Bron?” he growls, obviously realising immediately, I’d been prepared in case my dad tried to force me again. I put a halt to the memory. I’d been worried every day of my life that he’d overlook my curves. No time to get lost in my head now.This is Short, who’s holding me.I remind myself I’m living and breathing, and my dad is not.
“He’s gone.” Short smooths his hand over my hair. “He’ll never hurt you again.”
Reaching up, I pull his head to mine, and our lips meld. It’s an affirmation that we, in contrast, are still alive. When we break apart, there’s a smile on both of our faces.
Slowly, Short’s features form a smirk, “So that means I can take you bare every time?”
The hope in his voice makes me smile. “It was amazing for me too, Short. So yes, you won’t need condoms again.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He fist pumps the air, then frowns and turns to face me. “But maybe I should hold off until I get tested. Though I swear to you, Bron. Before you, I always gloved up.”
I love that he takes caring about me so seriously.
Then the time for conversation is over, as we lose ourselves in another decadent kiss, which I swear makes my toes curl. It certainly has a visible reaction on him. Bravely reaching for his cock, I try to curl my hand around his impressive girth, eager to feel it inside me again.
But then there’s a loud knock on the door, and a shout. “Short, get your fuckin’ ass out here. We’re waiting on you.”
Rolling onto his back, Short lets out a heavy sigh, then shouts back, “I’ll be out in a moment.”
