Page 50 of Break Out

“A long time.” I reach for her and pull her toward me until she’s half on top of me and half on the bed. My cock aches for her, but he’s going to have to wait.

“We saw that constellation the night I told you I wanted to be an astronomer,” she whispers.

“I know.”

I remember that night perfectly. We were sitting in my backyard looking at the stars after a grueling Algebra 2 tutoring session. She’d been tutoring me for a few months by that point, and we’d become friends. An unlikely pair—the jock and his tutor, for lack of a better way to describe us.

Contrary to what everyone thought, I didn’t have a lot of friends in high school. Much like I do now, I kept to myself.

Aubrey had pointed out Ursa Major. And then proceeded to point out more constellations. Some I recognized by name and some I didn’t. But she knew them all. That was the night she told me she wanted to be an astronomer and study the stars.

“You also told me that night that I should never stop dreaming and that anything was possible,” I whisper, running my hand along her back. She pulls away and sits up, her hand resting on my chest.

“Because you told me you were worried you wouldn’t get drafted after high school.” She blows out a breath. “You said you were afraid your father was right and you were wasting your time. Right after that we saw a shooting star, and I told you to make a wish.”

“I remember.” I remember that night like it was yesterday, not eighteen years ago. This isn’t exactly how I pictured having this conversation with her—naked in bed together—but it’s long overdue.

“What’d you wish for?” she asks, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

I run my hand along her cheek. “I can’t tell you.”

“Brody.”

I pull her toward me, and as I kiss her, I breathe out the one word that could change everything. “You.” She doesn’t say anything, so I add, “I wished I could be good enough to be worthy of you.”

She stiffens above me, and I wait for her to pull away, but she doesn’t. She runs her tongue along the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, and I grant it to her. I let her take control of the kiss, groaning as her tongue enters my mouth. All too soon, she’s tearing her lips away.

“You have me, Brody,” she says, her chest heaving, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her pupils dilated with desire. “You’ve always had me. I want you. All of you.” She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my cock, stroking it a few times.

“Aubs,” I rasp out, closing my eyes and reciting plays in my head so I don’t explode from her touch alone. “Stop,” I say, stilling her hand.

She pulls back and tries to climb off me.

“Where are you going?”

“I— You—“ She points at me, her face turning red.

“Aubrey. I. Want. You.” I inhale a deep breath. “If you kept touching me like that, I was going to come.”

“Oh.” She nibbles on her lower lip, her cheeks getting redder.

“What do you want, Aubs?”

“You,” she whispers, peering down at me.

“You have me,” I say, using her words. “How do you want me?”

“I want you to fuck me. I need you, Brod. I’ve needed you for so fucking long, and I can’t take it anymore.”

Her confession lights up something in me, and I can’t hold back anymore. I wanted to let her control the pace, but I don’t know if I can. “Are you aching for me? Are you wet for me?” I ask, pulling her back down to my chest, slipping a hand between her legs.

I groan when I feel how wet she is. My dick gets harder, if that’s even possible.

“So wet,” Aubrey says, rolling onto her back and widening her legs.

“Look at you. So beautiful. Your pussy spread out for me.” I stare down at her, thanking my lucky stars that my wish came true. That I finally get to touch her, taste her, and make her come until she can’t remember her own name.

I dip down and take one of her breasts into my mouth, then suck it and kiss it as she squirms below me. I chuckle against her chest as I move to the other one and give it the same attention. I let go of her nipple with a pop and kiss down her stomach and along her hip bones.