Chapter 11
JANIE
His weight is full on me as he pins my wrists behind my head in a sudden aggressive movement. It’s as if Brent’s overcome by an uncontrollable, animalistic lust. It literally takes my breath away and he looks up apologetically, thinking I’m scared or worried. But I’m not. I’m just powerless, but I want it and my pussy’s creaming in anticipation.
“Sorry,” he whispers. I can’t speak, but my eyes on his tell him what he needs to know: to continue. He loosens the grip on my wrists but doesn’t release me. He leans on the mattress with his other hand, his arm pressed into the softness of my hip, and then I feel his cock against my slick, puffy cunt. He holds it still against the opening, breathing heavily through clenched teeth as he towers over me. I’m moaning in anticipation. I can’t handle the torture of him almost entering me, and then holding back
“Do it, Brent,” I plead. He tightens his grip on my wrists again, his jaw clenching, all his muscles taut with self-control.
“I can’t,” he growls. “It’s different from yesterday.”
“Why?” I whisper, writhing under him, begging him to take me. He slams my wrists against the mattress, harder this time, with impatient passion. I gasp from surprise.
“The way I have you here. Like this. I can’t trust myself, Janie,” he breathes, overcome with passion. His eyes are those of a caged animal. Wild, desperate, and hungry. But trained and careful as well. I gaze up at him, breathless.
“I trust you,” I whisper as I look into his eyes. It sends him over the edge. The last remnants of control disappear. With a deep and powerful groan he thrusts his pelvis hard against mine, pushing his huge cock deep into my pussy in one hard movement, making me cry out in shocked pleasure and pain. I’m wet and ready for him, but he’s huge. A lot to take all in one go like this.
Brent holds still for one moment, his body taut, pinning me in place with his strength as he gazes down at me.
“Janie,” he growls. My mouth is open but I can’t answer. Then he thrusts again, hard, making me gasp. He moans through clenched teeth, holding back with all his might from fucking me senseless.
“Janie,” he rasps, gazing down at me. Again, I can’t answer, but my cunt clenches around his cock making him grimace with passion. At this, he thrusts again, harder and harder, faster and faster, as he looks into my eyes, trying not to ruin me. But I desperately want to be ruined. That’s what he doesn’t get.
“Yes,” is my breathless mewl, gazing at him as he fucks me hard. “Do it.”
He growls, eyes alight with arousal.
“Fuck baby. I wanted to go slow, but you know what? You’re a big girl, and big girls get fucked hard.”
The delicious words run over my frame and I moan, arching my back to give him full access to my body. Even though he’s pounding me almost harder than I can take, he's still holding back in self-denial. It scares me to think what he might to if he let go all the way. My pussy will be raw and painful for days after this but I don’t care. His huge cock pushing in and out past my G-spot, his pubic bone slamming into my clitoris over and over again. He’s going to me make come harder than I’ve ever come before. Judging from the sweat that drips down his brow and the look of helpless lust in his eyes as he gazes into mine, he’s close too.
“Janie, you’re ruining me,” he groans before kissing me deeply and desperately. He moans into my mouth, licking my tongue, and this is the last thing I can handle. As his huge cock fucks my pussy harder and harder, I come like a banshee, moaning into his mouth at first, then breaking away to scream as my cunt contracts long and hard. Groaning, he brings his hand to my swaying tits and squeezes one of them while looking into my face, his features contorting with terrible pleasure as his cock throbs hard, unleashing his load. Hot juices spurt inside as I squeal and squirm, loving the virile rush of his semen. And all this time he never unlocks his gaze from mine.
In this moment of his pure honesty, I suddenly know what I saw in his eyes when I first met him but couldn’t place. It’s the look of innocence, the look of a child - but it was so out of place in his adult body that I hadn’t recognized it at first. This guy is lost, and in need for someone to love him. And for the first time, I gaze back at him with understanding in my eyes. Brent gets it. Finding peace in what just passed between us, he closes his eyes and slowly lowers himself down onto my chest, still heaving from the after effects of our passion.
He lays his head on my breast, and gently lets his body go slack as I fold my arms around his muscular torso as far as they will go. He snakes his arms around my waist in response and we lay there are few moments, until our breathing slows to normal.
“Brent?” I whisper. But the slow and steady rise of his chest indicates he’s fallen asleep. I don’t move, even though I’m being crushed under two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle.
For the first time, I notice the scars on his skin. Some look old, others newer. They look like they were caused by mostly scrapes and cuts, not bullet holes or anything, thank goodness. And the thought of Brent being shot makes me feel sick. I’m glad I met him, fell for him, after he joined the Army because I would never have survived the heartbreak of constantly worrying about a man like this. I’m glad his tours are over. He’s back now, safe and sound, here with me.
I push away the nagging reminder that he’s not mine, even after this shattering sexual experience. The little voice in my head that says he’s interested in dating Amy. Somehow, I push it away, only wanting to live in the here and now. The muscles of this beast of a man may be slack and the power inside him may be dormant, but the purity and sincerity I saw in his eyes were real. Consumed by contentment, I allow myself to lay my head back and match Brent’s easy rhythm of breathing. Peacefully, I fall asleep.
I don’t know for how long I’ve slept, but when I wake up, the afternoon sun is casting long shadows across Brent’s bedroom. A blanket is draped over me and bathed in the golden light, I’m in heaven. But Brent is nowhere to be seen. I sit up, listening, and for a moment I figure I’m alone in the house. But then there’s some clanking coming from the other room, along with the delicious smell of food. My mouth starts watering. I dress hurriedly and follow my nose, entering the opening plan kitchen living room where Brent is bustling with that broad back to me. I watch him bend down and take something out of the oven. He’s godawful gorgeous, that bronzed back muscular and wide, his butt perfectly shown off in a pair of loose sweatpants.
“What did you make?” I ask. Brent starts so violently he almost drops the dish. “Sorry!” I exclaim, giggling. But my man is laughing too, putting the dish down safely on the cooling rack and turning to face me.
“I didn’t even know you were up. You move like a panther,” he grins at me. I’m shy suddenly, not knowing what to do with my body.
“It’s meatloaf, by the way,” he adds, gesturing to the dish. I gape. Did this man just make dinner for me?
“My mom’s working late today, so I promised I’d cook,” he clarifies, sending my heart plunging into my stomach. I’m such an idiot, thinking he’d cook for me, when actually this is his mother’s house. Embarrassed for even entertaining the idea, I smile and start collecting my things, which I’d mindlessly dumped on the sofa in the living room earlier, too caught up in the passion.
“I almost didn’t wake up in time to do it,” he adds, now sounding awkward. I sling my bag over my shoulder.
“Are you leaving?” he asks, eyes quizzical.
“Yeah,” I answer, trying to sound casual. “I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on. You know, school, and all that.”
“Shit, I’ve kept you from your work, huh?” he says with a grin. “Although I don’t regret it at all.”
“Me neither,” I smile back saucily. “But I need to keep my grades high for my financial aid.”
He nods, understanding, rubbing his jaw.
“Let me give you a ride back to campus,” he says, grabbing his keys.
All the way back, we don’t say a word. I can feel the tension in the air as he drives. He’s uncomfortable. What’s changed in the last few hours? I’m still me, after all, but suddenly, he feels like a different person. Brent pulls up next to where my car is parked but leaves the motor running.
But surprisingly, the man asks me out.
“Why don’t you give me your number,” he suggests, grabbing his cell phone from the coat of his leather jacket. “Maybe we can go on a real date sometime. Not a double blind date or anything like that – something real, just you and me.”
I gape at him but then relief floods through my body. Because maybe Brent really likes me. Maybe this isn’t just sex? Maybe we’re onto something real … and the text to Amy meant nothing.