Bullet(85)

He was wearing button fly jeans. I don’t know why I thought that was so goddamned exciting, but it was, and I was going to enjoy the hell out of unfastening each button. “Oh, what have we here?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “I think there’s something down there that desperately wants out.” I undid the next button. “Maybe I can help.”

He was smiling, and I sucked on his lower lip. I felt a sigh ease out of his mouth. Another button. “I think I need to let him out.” I planted a deep kiss on him, finishing off the buttons and working my hand inside, slipping it underneath his underwear. Ahhh…there the big boy was. I wrapped my hand around him in that tight space and smiled, appreciating his girth.

His hands had been rubbing my back, but he lost his concentration once I grabbed hold. He’d been in a heightened state for well over half an hour, waiting for this moment, and here I was, teasing the poor guy. I kissed him again and then let go, reaching for the button on my jeans. I sat up and realized that even if I pulled them down to my knees, I wouldn’t be able to straddle him properly. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna have to take these all the way off.”

“I’m not complaining.”

I smiled. “I didn’t figure you would.” As I peeled the jeans off, I saw him reach for the Walmart bag and pull out the box of rubbers. By the time I was ready to straddle him again, he was rolling one over his cock. It was dark, but I could tell he was plenty big—big enough for me.

So I got back on his lap. “Scootch forward a little.” He slid forward just enough that I was able to tilt and take him inside me. “Ah…” I slid my hands into his hair and kissed him again. And the fact that he wasn’t able to concentrate much told me he was close. Well, no wonder. He’d been on edge for quite some time.

He grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt. “Mind if I pull this off?”

I didn’t answer, instead just lifting my hands up over my head. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but there was something about having it all out there in the back of that stupid van. And before the shirt was completely off one of my wrists, he’d pulled my nipple into his mouth.

I’d thought this was all for him, but I was hot again, and I couldn’t be denied. I thought back to the time Ethan and I were f*cking in the hallway of our old apartment, how Ethan had begged me to touch myself. That had been a pretty fantastic orgasm, and by how quickly Brad was going tonight (and I didn’t blame him), there was no way I’d be able to catch up, even rotating my hips the way I was. So I unwound the fingers of my right hand and lay my hand flat against my tummy. Then I slid it down, my fingers in the lead. And I found my clit and started moving index and middle finger in a circle against it. Yeah, maybe I could catch up.

I looked down at Brad’s face. Fuck, he was hot, and he was looking at me with his smoldering eyes. He said, “Let me help,” and stuck his thumb in my mouth. It was instinctive. I just started sucking on it, pretending it was his cock. God, the look on his face. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and then—gently, of course—moved my fingers, and that digit of his hit my sweet spot and took me home a lot faster than my own fingers would have.

“Oh…” I was close, and I sucked another breath down. I felt pained as I started to pant, continuing to drive my hips, slamming down into him. But his thumb didn’t leave my clit, kept the pressure up. I couldn’t believe I’d caught up with him. “Oh, God, Brad…” And my second orgasm of the evening crashed down around me, making nothing in the world exist…nothing but Brad and my body, which was now on fire. And that’s when I felt his other hand on the small of my back, offering support and love, while his thumb kept me feeling pleasure. I’m not sure when he came, only that he did sometime during that crazy climax of my own.

* * *

We’d stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a while before I’d finally pried myself off him to get dressed. I hadn’t noticed until after, but I was sticky and sweaty, and so was he. The summer heat of Texas had made us both pools of perspiration, and I for one couldn’t wait to get back to the motel to shower.

We took our time getting back upstairs, though. He kissed me outside, right after we got out of the van; he pushed me up against the wall of the elevator and gave me some totally hot kisses as we made it to our floor; and he held me around the waist the rest of the time. When we stepped off the elevator, I asked, “You’re coming to my room, aren’t you?”

I could tell by the look on his face that he hadn’t expected the invitation, but he wasn’t going to turn me down. “Sure.” We walked past the suites and could hear party noises drifting out. I prayed no one would bust out of those doors while Brad and I snuck past. I didn’t really care if anyone knew, but I also had known Ethan long enough to understand that he could be a huge pain in the ass. Tomorrow, I could deal with him, but I felt like tonight belonged to Brad and me, and I would be pissed if Ethan or anyone else ruined it.

I quickly slid my card in the slot and turned the knob to push the door open when the little light turned green. Brad was right behind me, and I started giggling when I saw he was carrying the Walmart bag. “What?” He grinned. “I couldn’t leave that in the van for the guys to see.”

“It’s not like they’ve never seen a condom before.” He laughed and I threw the door card on the dresser.

“Yeah, but you know they’d ask where it came from. Would you be able to keep a straight face?”

I shrugged and smiled again. “I want to shower. I feel all sticky and gross.”

“Can I join you? No hanky panky if you don’t wanna. I just feel pretty sweaty myself.”

I’d never actually seen Brad, not in the light, not fully naked, so hell, yeah, I wasn’t gonna turn the boy down. I nodded and went in the bathroom and turned the water on. I didn’t want a hot shower, so I got the water lukewarm and started stripping. Brad came in a few seconds later, shoes off. I debated if I wanted to stand there and watch or get in the shower and get my business done. I was already naked and ready to go. I knew I often felt self-conscious being admired, so I just grinned and said, “Meet ya in there!” I was tired and didn’t plan for anything else anyway.

By the time he joined me, I was soaped down and rinsing off. He still acted hesitant and a little shy. I grabbed his hand and playfully slapped the bar of soap in it. We were both feeling a little awkward, I think. We’d been friends for a long time, had kept our distance, even though we’d always had that intense undercurrent of lust in our bellies, and now that we’d done that, I think we were both wondering, Now what?

Okay, so I looked. I couldn’t help it. And Brad had nothing to be ashamed of. He wasn’t an overgrown beast like Clayton had been, but he was plenty big, and he knew how to use it. I’d seen almost everything else on the boy, so that was all I wanted to see in the light. Or not. “Turn around.”

He gave me a quizzical look. “What for?”

“I’ll wash your back.” Yeah, sure, that’s what I wanted to do. But he didn’t question me and handed me the soap. No, I wanted to see his ass. That truly was the last thing to see. And I wasn’t much into butts but his was cute. I did wash his back, and I appreciated the feel of his skin against mine. He was all sinew, not an ounce of fat on that boy. After rubbing the soap all over his back, I slapped his ass. “All done.” He turned around. He was half-smiling but still had that weird look on his face. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Hmm. “You’re probably as tired as I am.” I handed the soap back to him. “Trade places? I’m gonna get out.” He just seemed to need a little time to himself. I could give him that. He smiled and turned so I could get past him.

I stood, dripping on the bathmat while I reached for the towel I’d used earlier that evening. I’d felt awkward the first few moments after my first sexual encounters with both Ethan and Clay, but this was one was turning out to take the cake. That sucked, because the sex had been incredible…some of the best I’d ever had. But maybe if he had some time, it would be okay.

My comb was on the counter, and I ran it through my partially damp hair. Then I went in the other room. I was still warm, but the shower had done wonders. I could feel the air conditioning on, so I walked over to the queen-size bed and crawled under the covers. I heard Brad shut off the shower, and I wondered if he was regretting coming back to my room with me.

I just closed my eyes to rest my head. It would serve another purpose as well, though. If Brad was starting to feel as weird as I was imagining, he might appreciate the opportunity to duck out…or at least avoid conversation. But when he crawled into bed with me, he didn’t shut off the lights, and I couldn’t help but open my eyes. He rubbed my arm that was resting on top of the covers. I smiled at him. “You okay?”