Brant
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Jesus Christ.
I walk around the side of my truck and scrub a hand down my face. While I tug off my briefs and pull on my jeans I curse myself out for being every kind of bastard known to man.
Why can’t I just keep my hands off her?
When is the last time you fucked anything besides your hand, Brant?
I take a fortifying breath before I step out from behind the truck and pull out the basket I packed there before we left. Grabbing the bag of wood too I walk to where Abby is sitting on a rock. She’s shivering slightly and my hands are itching to wrap her up in my arms. Instead I rip open the plastic around the wood, probably harder than needed but I’m a frustrated fuck at the moment.
“How do s’mores sound?” I keep my eyes trained on the wood I’m piling into a small pyramid.
“I’ve never had them. Diabetic.” She shrugs and seems slightly embarrassed.
“It’s ok I have your insulin with me. We’ll make them and then inject after.”
Once the fire is going I break off two branches from a nearby tree and use my pocket knife to strip the leaves and bark. I sharpen a point on one and hand her the stick before doing mine.
I dig around the basket and find the bag of marshmallows. I place one on the stick for her and she looks at it, confused.
“What do I do now?”
“Now, you roast it over the fire. Turn it so you get all the sides.”
While she concentrates on her task I add the thin piece of chocolate on a graham cracker. “Now put the marshmallow on the cracker.” I smile at the careful and precise way she does this before I place the second cracker on top and pull the marshmallow off. “Now,” I say as I hand her the s’more. “You eat it.”
She bites into the s’more and makes a sound that shoots straight to my groin. My eyes are trained on her mouth and don’t miss a detail as she pulls the s’more away and a piece of stringy marshmallow attaches to her lip. Her pink tongue shoots out to lick it away but it’s too sticky.
“Let me,” I move closer and use my thumb to gently remove it from her lip. I put my thumb into my mouth and suck off the sweetness. “Good?”
She blinks at me, looking confused, but then nods. “Delicious.”
“I fucking bet you are.”
“What?” There’s a little frown on her face and I realize I must have said that out loud.
“Nothing. Just said you fucking bet they are.” I shake my head at myself and change the subject and tell her about the camping trips we used to have when I was a kid. She laughs at the story of the one time I took Alex along and he freaked out over a squirrel in his tent. Before I know it we’re halfway through the bag of marshmallows.
“Do you come here often?”
“To the waterfall?”
“No, to this camp.”
I shrug. “Yes, as often as I can but not often enough. They have these retreats about once a month.”
“And people just come to paint?”
“Yes, sometimes they will invite a famous artist for workshops and so on. But mostly it’s just a bunch of people coming to paint and get away from the city.” I hand her another marshmallow as I continue. “It’s just beautiful out here, away from the noise of the city, the smog and pollution. No car horns or police sirens. Just,” I look at her and see her attention is on my mouth. “Beautiful,” I feel my body leaning closer to her, those eyes of hers like a hook on my lips, drawing them closer, “Serene, quietness.” Her eyes narrow and her body sways to me, but I don’t think it’s because of our close proximity. “Abby?” She doesn’t seem to take any notice of me so I clear my throat to grab her attention. “Abby? Are you ok?”
She blinks up at me but her eyes have lost their spark. She nods and smiles. “Just a little dizzy suddenly.”
“Fuck, your insulin.” Good job, idiot.
I jump up to get her pen from the front of the truck and then go back to get her. I support her as I pull her up gently by the arm and lead her back to the bed of the truck. I pop the back and then lift her to sit on the edge. I put a hand on her thigh to spread her legs and step in between them. My hand is shaking when I turn the pen to get the correct dosage. I don’t know if it’s from having her so close and half naked, or because I’m nervous about injecting her.
I use one hand to slip the blanket from her shoulders. “Lean back, babe.” She does as she’s told for once and even that simple gesture is doing things to me. She is leaning back on her hands and my eyes feast on the open expanse of her taught stomach. “Where,” I clear my throat. “Where should I do it?”
Her weight shifts as she moves one hand to the edge of her panties. She pulls it down not even a fraction of an inch. “There.” Her voice is quiet but even if she were shouting I wouldn’t have heard a word. I’m distracted by the bit of extra skin she just showed me. I scrunch my eyes closed and when I open them she’s leaning back again, watching me. I don’t break eye contact as my fingers slowly brush up her thighs. I see her swallow as my fingers move up her hips, they stop to hover just at the edge of the purple bit of lace covering her. I lick my lips and slowly insert the tips of my fingers inside. I pull down slowly, my eyes still on hers, watching as her pupils grow bigger.
I look down at my fingers, how they’re slowly moving the lace down, exposing more of her to me. I watch as the crease between her pussy and thighs is revealed but I don’t stop. Don’t want to stop. Can’t stop. My fingers brush over the smooth skin there and my breath hitches when a thin strip of curls come into view. My mouth is dry and my heart is beating out of my chest. I don’t know what I’m doing when my thumb brushes the soft hairs, moving down more until they reach her pink folds. I’m hypnotized. I lick my lips as my thumb sinks between them, already slick. The jerk her body gives at my touch shocks me out of my stupor.
“Brant.” I close my eyes at the sound of my name on her lips. My breathing is erratic so I know I’m still doing it but it feels like all the oxygen has left my body. My dick is like a steel rod in my pants. I shouldn’t be reacting to her this way. Not now. “Lie back, Abby.” My voice comes out hoarse, shaky. She lies back and I watch her ribs move up and down. Her breathing is just as erratic as mine. I take a last breath and then pinch the skin just above the crease where her pussy meets her pelvis. The injection is quick but I don’t move away. Instead my head bends down, like it has a will of its own, and I kiss her there. On the barely visible prick mark. My tongue shoots out to lick at it slowly before I suck her soft skin in between my lips.
“Brant,” she says my name again. But this time it doesn’t sound like a warning, it sounds like a prayer.
I straighten myself and step away from her. If I don’t create some distance between us now I will end up fucking her and I won’t stop until she screams so loud the rangers will come find us.
“You need to get dressed.”
“Brant.”
I ignore her as I step back to the fire and pack everything back into the basket. I need to get her back to camp. Now.
“Coyer!”
I freeze.
“Look at me, please.”
I sigh and turn towards her.
“I... I was thinking… about what you said earlier. Back in the truck.”
I swallow.
“About the...” she trails off and buries her face in her hands.
I step closer to her again. “What, Abby?” I’m playing with fire and I know it. I grab her hands and pull them away from her face. She refuses to look at me so I grab her chin between my thumb and index finger and force her eyes to meet mine.
She licks her lips and then meets my eyes. “I was thinking about what you said earlier. And before. About what sex should be like.”
Jesus, I’m not strong enough for this. “What about it, Abby?” My voice is hardly audible.
“I... I think I would like to try it again. With you.” She takes a deep breath. “Now.”
My brain short circuits and my body goes rigid. Did she really say that? She wants to have sex? Now? With me?
I brace my hands on either side of her thighs and let my head fall onto her shoulder. “Don’t ask me this, Abby. I don’t know how to say no right now.”
Her hand touches my shoulder and when the soft whisper escapes her lips, “Please, Brant.”
I know I’m done for. I lift my head to look into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
She bites her lips and nods.
“Abby, I need you to be sure. I need to hear the words. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop when I start. And I don’t know if I can be gentle with you.” No, I’m not going to fuck her. Not when I know I can’t control myself.
“Yes, I’m sure. Please. Please Brant.”
And that’s all it takes. All my resolve and good intentions from the previous weeks and months. The promises I made to myself not to touch her again. Not to push her. Not to fuck my roommate. Broken. Gone.
Maybe if I just touch her. Just for a little bit.
My lips crash into hers, my hands tangle in her hair and I press myself against her. I need to slow down. I need to make this good for her. I pull back and gently move the hair from her face before I go back in. Softly tugging at her lips, biting, sucking until I hear her groan in frustration. I climb onto the bed of the truck and push her back. My body hovering over hers as I kiss her. She moans into my mouth and I’m barely holding onto my brain function. I shift my weight onto one arm and slip my other hand over her body, down her legs. Pushing her thighs open I position myself between them. I wonder in passing if she’s able to feel the precum seeping through my jeans. My cock is aching and I don’t know whether my grinding is easing the pain or making it worse. I feel unstable, unsure, like I’m still a virgin and this is the first time I’ve ever touched a woman this way. I’m all fumbling hands and trembling fingers. My mind is all over the place. My fingers dig into her thigh as I lift it and hook it around my waist. I push my hips into her even harder, not caring if the roughness of my jeans is hurting her.
“Brant.” It’s a moan and a whisper and I swear to god if she says my name again I’m going to rip these panties right off her.
“Abby, baby, I need you to be quiet, honey. I can’t hang on if you say my name like that.”
She bites her lip against the moan trying to escape. Instead of an answer she thrusts her hip up and into me, her fingers claw into my arms.
“Please.” It’s only a whimper but in the silence of the woods it sounds like a scream.
“Fuck.” I groan at the sensation of her hips grinding into me. My hands slip up from her thigh and I hook my fingers into the side of her panties, with one hard tug the lace tears under my fingers. My fingers slip into her slick folds. She’s so soft, so wet. My fingers slip over her hard little clit, circling it before I pinch it between my fingers. Her back arches and she gasps for air. She’s never been more beautiful than right now, the fire casting shadows on her face, mouth open in pleasure. I bend down to take her mouth again as I push two fingers inside her. She’s like a wild animal, clawing at my back, legs trying to push my hips deeper into her.
My tongue matches the rhythm of my hips as I slowly grind into her, my fingers thrusting deeper inside her. My pace quickens when I feel her body go rigid. Her pussy contracts around my fingers and I know she’s close. I pull my mouth from hers and place my lips against her ear. “Let go, baby. Come for me.”
With one final thrust of my hand she’s there. Coming all over my fingers and I can’t do anything but watch the beautiful emotions cross her face. In this moment, she has me hooked. In this moment, she could ask me to commit murder for her and I would do it with a smile on my face. I watch as she comes down from her high and finally lands back in reality. I remove my hand from her slowly, enjoying the little tremors that run through her at the sensation.
“That was one.”
I don’t give her a chance to think about what I said. I just get up off her and pull her body off the truck. I wrap her legs around me and kiss her all the way to the blanket next to the fire. I lay her down gently and cover her body with mine, laying languid kisses from her mouth to her collar bone. I take her arms and place them above her head before I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. I tug it off and those beautiful tits that have taunted me since day one are finally exposed to me. Her dusky nipples are hard and tight against the cool night air. I dip my head to suck one of them into my mouth. I run my tongue over the tight peak before sucking it between my teeth. I pull at it slightly, just enough to elicit a slight gasp of pain. Her hands grab for my head, pulling my mouth closer as she writhes under me. I release her nipple with a pop and I can feel the frustration in every pore of her body. I kiss my way down over her belly, dipping my tongue into her belly button before I move further down. Her smell hits me and my mouth waters. I’ll just get a small taste of her. I’ll stop this right after. Just one taste. I dig my fingers into her thighs and press them down wider. She’s completely open to me now and it’s the most delicious pussy I’ve seen in my entire goddamn life. All pink folds and glistening, slick flesh. I dip my head and give one slow lick from end to end. The taste on my tongue drives me wild. I grab onto a nearby stone and press so hard the sharp points break the skin in my palm, just to keep from devouring her. I take one more slow lick before I close my mouth over her clit. I suck it in between my teeth and bite down gently. Her hips lift off the ground and presses into my mouth. Her hands are at my hair again, pulling my hair, her hips grinding against my face as I lap and suck at her. I break away and gently blow on her wet pussy.
“Brant, Brant please.” I tug her hands from my hair and pull her up slightly.
“Watch me Abby. Watch me as I eat this fucking pussy.” I hold her eyes as I lick at her slowly.
“Ffffuck.”
Her cursing turns me into a man possessed and I devour her. I suck at her lips, her clit, graze my teeth against the sensitive little bud before I suck her into my mouth. My tongue dips inside her, twisting and writhing inside her wet heat until she collapses onto her back and her thighs hold my head prisoner. I feel the quiver in her muscles signaling her nearing the edge of bliss. I grab her hand and fold our fingers together as I suck at her clit again. She stops breathing, her nails dig into my hand and on a loud moan she finally lets go. I don’t stop until she’s a shivering mess under my mouth. I crawl up her body and lay soft kisses on her mouth.
“That was two.” I say as I kiss her gently, sucking at her tongue. “And if you want number three, you’re going to beg me.”
I pull her up to her knees and then kiss her one last time. “We have to get you dressed and back to camp.”