Brett

 

This anger is boiling inside me. It’s not even her I’m pissed at, not completely. It’s Asher and it’s me. She’s just the one pushing the buttons. Trying to stick her nose in my business that has nothing to do with her.

The smell of her damn perfume and those honey eyes wide with shock, just piss me off more. She wants me to be this guy that sits down and pours out my feelings, but that’s not me. It’ll never be me. Being closed off, not letting my feelings get involved, that’s not an accident. Letting someone in, means losing them. That’s a fucking fact.

“Fuck you, Brett,” she hisses, backing away from me. “You think you’re so much better than everyone else. That no one else’s feelings matter. Well guess what asshole, they do. They matter, mine matter.”

Grabbing her arm, I hold it tightly. “I don’t have feelings. The only thing I feel is anger. You blew me off tonight only to go out to the bar anyway. Then you come here demanding I tell you something that has nothing to do with you. You want to be my friend? Fucking act like it and respect that I don’t need to tell you everything.”

Yanking her arm out of my hold, she steps closer to me. Fuck, she’s hot. Her chest is heaving with anger. Her pouty mouth is turned down, with a piece of her long brown hair stuck to it. I’m pissed, so pissed, but damn it, if my cock isn’t pushing against my zipper.

“That’s not the kind of friend I am or want to be. You’re not going to call me a bitch and try to make me feel bad about it. That may work with the trashy whores you bring around, but it’s sure as fuck not going to work with me,” she yells with a slight tremble to her voice.

Running my hands through my hair, I blow out a breath. “What the fuck do you want from me Eva?”

“Nothing. I want nothing from you,” she shouts, turning for the door.

“That’s perfect because I have nothing to give,” I yell back.

Spinning back around, her eyes slam into mine, full of hurt. “You’re a selfish asshole.”

Three angry steps and my bare chest is pressed against her. Her tits are pressed against me, her eyes burn straight through me, and I watch her heaving chest. It all makes my cock painfully hard. “I am a selfish asshole,” I whisper, and crash my lips to hers.

It’s hot, it’s all consuming, it’s a kiss. I swallow down her moan when my tongue pushes into her mouth. I haven’t kissed someone in as long as I can remember. Too many emotions get involved when you kiss. A connection that I avoid for good reason. But son of a bitch I couldn’t resist her. Her soft full lips have been part of my wildest fantasies, but son of a bitch it’s better than I imagined. My hands sink into her hair, pulling lightly as I deepen the kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck, as her nails sink into my bare back. And this kiss - our tongues fucking each other’s mouths - is so worth it.

Breaking the kiss, my head is all over the place. I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. My dick is in total control right now and ignores the screaming in my head that taking this any further will make me lose her. 

“Eva,” I whisper, pushing her hair off her face. “I am a selfish asshole, I know that. I don’t deserve even your friendship, but I want you. I want to rip your clothes off and worship your sexy body. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want to fuck you and hear you scream my name. But I’m a selfish asshole, so you’re going to need to stop me.”

Her golden eyes search my face, looking for something. I have no idea what, but I hope she fucking finds it soon or walks out the door. The urge to pull her clothes off and carry her to my bed is starting to take over.

“Brett,” she whispers, and presses her lips to mine, before looking into my eyes. “I want you too.”

Fuck. I don’t waste a minute and pull her dress off, tossing it behind me. Lifting her, in nothing but her black bra and panties, she wraps her legs around me as my fingers dig into her ass. Carrying her to my room, I kick the door closed behind us. Pushing her back against it, I kiss down her neck to the the swell of her breasts, lightly biting. She’s moaning, arching her back, and her pussy is rubbing against my cock. My rock hard cock.

Pushing my leg between hers, she rocks against it. I reach around and unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. “Fuck, Eva,” I groan, sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth. Her tits are perfection. If I didn’t know her, I’d think they were fake.

“Stop,” she whispers. Pulling back a bit, I look up at her. “Stop,” she yells.

I put her down and step back holding up my hands. “Okay, okay,” I say, confused.

She takes a few deep breaths and looks up at me. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t know what to do here. I’m so out of my element. Do I hug her, move away, give her a damn shirt? “Eva, it’s okay.” Yeah, that’s the best I have. “Do you want a shirt or something?”

Moving closer to me, she rests her hand on my chest. It’s not helping my already hard situation. “No, you misunderstood. I’m sorry I made you stop, I don’t want you to stop. Maybe just focus on other things.”

What the fucking hell? “Eva, you’ve got to either want this or not.” Pulling her against me, I wrap her hair around my hands and turn her head up to me. “Because once I get you on that bed, I’m in control. I’m going to slide off your panties, and I’m going to bury my face in your wet pussy. And once you come, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I don’t know why you don’t want me to focus on the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen, but there are plenty of other places for me to bite. So tell me, are you in or not?”

She presses her lips against mine, and that’s all it takes. Her fucking kiss just fuels me on and I push her down on the bed. She goes to move up further, but I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge. Dropping to my knees, I yank off her panties and holy shit. This girl is going to kill me. Her pussy is dripping, begging for me to taste it, for me to make her come.

Grabbing her thighs, I toss her legs over my shoulders. Her ass lifts off the bed, bringing her pussy right to my mouth. “Fuck, Eva.” I lick at her and her taste coats my tongue. She’s moaning and trying to move her hips, but my hands are holding them tightly. So tightly she’ll probably be bruised. I can’t get enough, of her. I bite down on her clit and she’s yelling for God, but that’s not the name I want falling from her lips. I bite her inner thighs, making sure to leave my mark. And then I fuck her with my tongue, digging my fingers in deeper to hold her still. She’s close already, I can feel it and I can’t wait to lick her clean.

“Brett, I’m so close,” she says, as she grabs my hair, keeping me close. Fuck it’s hot.

I continue my assault on her, and as soon as she tightens her hold on my hair I know she’s going to come. And she doesn’t disappoint. She screams my name and comes, hard. I lick at her taking everything she has to offer. When she starts to calm down, I gently lower her legs and stand up. Bending down, I crash my mouth to hers and let her taste herself. Fuck, I forgot how much kissing added to sex.

I can’t wait anymore. My dick needs attention. “Move up the bed Eva,” I instruct, as I step out of my jeans and black boxers. “Get on your hands and knees.” When she does, and her delicious ass is in view, I grab my cock and start to pump. She’s so damn hot.

Grabbing a condom out of the nightstand, I toss it on the bed, climbing on behind her. I softly rub her ass, and she lets out a soft moan. “Brett, please,” she begs. She fucking begs.

“Eva, I’m not gentle. I need you to understand that,” I say, as I continue to softly rub her ass.

Turning her head, the lust I see in her eyes hits me hard. “I don’t want gentle.”

Nodding, I quickly roll the condom on, and tease her pussy. Rubbing my cock against her, having her rock back against me. Pushing against her, she whimpers. Bringing my hand back I slap her ass as I slam into her.

“Fuck,” she yells, arching back. Which is perfect because I wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her back to me.

I start moving, but holy hell she’s tight. Like hasn’t been fucked in years, born again virgin, tight. “Eva, how long has it been since you’ve been fucked?” I ask, my mouth close to her ear.

“Three years. Maybe a little longer,” she whispers.

Christ. “You’re tight. You’re going to be sore, but that’s hot. You’ll feel me long after we’re done,” I whisper, pulling out and slamming back into her.

Once she is used to me, and I don’t feel like I’m going to come on the spot, I start to really fuck her. The faster I move, the tighter my arm wraps around her neck. She feels so good, my dick is loving this.

Pushing her upper body down onto the bed, I hold her down with one hand and grab onto her hip with the other. I watch her body move forward every time I slam into her wet pussy. I see bruising already and it only turns me on more. I fuck her with all the anger I feel. I take it all out on her, hoping she takes it all out of me.

“Brett, I’m so close,” she moans, holding tightly onto the comforter.

“I know, I feel your wet pussy tightening, Eva. You feel so good, so fucking good,” I groan out.

I reach around and rub her clit and when I know she’s right there, I pinch it. Sending her over the edge. “Brett,” she screams, and it echoes around my room.

Grabbing her ass with both hands, I fuck her through her orgasm, making it go on and on. I’m so damn close. I can feel my balls tightening and my body starting to shake. I smack her ass one last time and I explode.

After I ride out one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, I pull out of her. Quickly getting rid of the condom, I playfully swat her ass. “Fuck, Eva.”

She rolls onto her side and looks up at me. A smile begins to pull at her lips and I can’t hide mine. “Damn, Brett. That was...damn.”

I laugh and stand up grabbing my boxers off the floor. “Yeah, that about says it,” I say, stepping into them. Moving to stand by her head, I reach down and push the hair off her face. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” What the fuck am I doing?

She sits and crosses her arms over her tits, hiding from me now. “I’m great. You definitely didn’t hurt me, but I should probably get going. Can you grab my dress for me?”

Damn, that surprised me. I was afraid she’d want to stay or cuddle or some shit. I grab her dress and by the time I get back, she’s got her bra and panties on. I go to hand it to her and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. And son of a bitch if I don’t kiss her right back.

She gets dressed and without another word, she walks out the front door. And panic sets in.

“What the fuck did I just do?”