Chapter 8 ~ Playing With Fire
“I need you inside me baby. I’m so soaked for you.” We’re in the truck, parked inside Braxton’s garage, making out like a couple of hormone crazed teenagers. I’m currently straddling Braxton’s lap with my skirt hiked up to my thighs and blouse unbuttoned. He’s got the shirt of his EMT uniform off, it long forgotten in the backseat. His hands are in my hair, holding my mouth to his as our tongues tangle with each other. I have never been so aroused in my life. Grinding down on his dick, which is hard as steel under me, I let out a throaty moan that causes him to buck his hips up.
“Come on gorgeous, let’s get you in the house so I can see every naked inch of your beautiful body.” Kissing me hard, he starts to redo enough of my buttons so I’m decent while walking to the house. He opens the car door and holds me in his arms as he steps from the car, not even bothering to grab his shirt. I like that he thought of my appearance and cares if other people see me less than fully clothed. Being set on my feet, I fix my skirt while he locks the car. He takes my hand and leads me into the house, heading straight for his bedroom.
Braxton opens the bedroom door and motions me in. I’m thinking he would have hauled me onto the bed and taken me aggressively, but as I brush past him I see flower petals dusting the bed. On the nightstand is a bottle of my favorite wine with two glasses next to it. I turn around and kiss him hard, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Pulling away from his lips I surprisingly blink back some tears. I clear my throat before talking. “This is incredibly sweet of you, Brax. I can’t believe we only met the other day, but I’m beyond happy that we did. You make me feel wanted and cared for.”
His eyes soften and he kissed me so gently I can have imagined it. Brushing a stray hair behind my ear he says, “Hope, I do want and care for you. The way I feel about you is not something I was prepared for and the feelings you bring out in me have a way of making me extremely grateful to whatever made our paths cross. I will never take you for granted and I will always put you first.” He rests his forehead to mine and lets out a soft sigh.
“I love everything I learn about you and it makes me want more. To know more and to feel more. You’re someone I can fall in love with Hope.” He whispers the last part, almost like he’s afraid to say it out loud because I’ll run away and freak. But I don’t do any of that. instead, I push up on my tiptoes and right before our lips touch I whisper back. “I can fall in love with someone like you too.” He closes the minute distance and kisses me until my toes want to curl and my legs become like jelly.
Braxton scoops me up and walks to the bed, setting me down gently. Our lips part and he kicks off his shoes then pushes down his pants and boxers. Leaning over me, he trails kisses over my chest as he undoes my blouse. Brushing it down my shoulders, he kisses and nibbles on my neck and I grip the blanket tightly. Moving my hands to his shoulders, I apply some pressure to move him so that he’s on the bed and I’m standing in front of him.
“You showed me your surprise. Now let me show you mine.” I let my blouse drop to the floor and he now has an unobstructed view of my pushup bra. “Babe your tits are perfect.” Braxton says and then he groans as I reach up and give them a little squeeze to tease him.
“Just you wait handsome. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I wink at him before unzipping my skirt and pushing it down so that it slides off my legs. His eyes widen and he actually gulps when he sees me standing there in my bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. No panties to speak of. He twirls his finger in the air, indicating that I should give him a spin. I take my hair pins out and shake my head to let my hair tumble over my shoulders and down my back. I smile when I look over and see his death grip on the blanket before I turn around ever so slowly.
With my back to him I ask, “So how do you like my surprise?” But he doesn’t answer so I glance over my shoulder to see him coming up behind me.
“Brax?” Taking me by the waist, he moves me to bend over the bed before kneeling behind me to lick at my pussy. “Oh god, Braxton!” His tongue swipes at me over and over until my legs are shaking. Suddenly his tongue leaves me and I feel his hands on my hips. He smacks my ass and growls out, “Playtime is over babe.”
And before I know it, he rams his cock deep inside. He pauses, but only for a second before he’s pounding into me. He smacks my ass again and I let out a loud moan. Fingering my garter belt, he pulls it a bit so that it snaps against me as he lets go. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I have a mind to keep you locked in my room in nothing but this exact outfit.”
He smacks my ass again as he continues to plow into me. I have never had someone spank me and to be honest I’d never wanted anyone to do that, but having Braxton pound me from behind while he brings his big hand down on my ass has me turned me on like nothing else ever has before.
“Again, Braxton. Do it again!” I feel his hand come down and when it makes contact with my skin my climax rushes through me and I’m coming in waves. All my limbs feel heavy and I was barely strong enough to keep my head up anymore. Braxton bites down on the back of my shoulder as he continues to thrust into me, coming with a loud groan before he collapses on top of me.
Turning my head to the side I ask, “You ok?” He mumbles something before kissing my cheek and sliding out and off of me. He picks me up and carries me to the shower, setting me down on top of the counter then walks over to mess with the shower until steam rises throughout the room. I slide off the counter, shed the rest of my clothes and heels and walk into the shower with Braxton right behind me. We wash and rinse each other until we’re both clean. I step out and grab a towel, drying myself with it then hand it to Braxton. He tosses it into the hamper before taking my hand and leading me back to the bedroom.
Falling onto the bed and pulling me with him, we cuddle up to each other. In this moment, everything feels right in the world. I feel right and so does being with Braxton. Right before sleep pulls me under, I think I hear Braxton say something. It really sounded like he whispered, “I think I already fell for you”, but I must have imagined it.
Waking up the next morning for work is such a pain and the last thing I want to do, especially after last night. I think back to waking up during the night with Braxton’s lips on my neck and his big hands on my waist, pulling me into him as he grinds his dick against my ass. He took me from behind, pounding into me until I came on his cock, screaming his name with my ass in the air and my face pushed into the pillow. I smile, remembering how he had smacked my ass again and pounded into me, coming hard and groaning my name.
Reaching next to me, my hand feels nothing aside from the empty spot where a certain someone should have been. Shit. I forgot that he’s working today. Groaning, I roll onto my stomach and bury my face under the pillow. I really don’t want to go to work this morning, but there isn’t much I can do about that. Getting out of bed, I grab some clothes from Braxton’s dresser and slip them on before locking up his place again and going home to get ready for the day. It’s funny to think that I’ve been at his house longer than my own.
So far the day has been shit. First, my Uber was 10 minutes late. Then I got a run in my favorite pair of tights. I’ve also been running around the office trying to get the monstrous pile of paperwork in order. There seems to be a huge meeting with all the bigwigs in the business, so Kate and I are the ones left to deal with sending shit out to everyone involved.
“This is way too much paperwork!” Kate is feeling a little worse about it all than I am, and I’m feeling pretty bad at the moment. “It’s going to be alright Kate. Try not to freak too much, we can stay a little late today and make less work for ourselves tomorrow.”
I texted Braxton on our lunch break and told him I’d be staying late to get most of this clusterfuck sorted. He responded with understanding and a promise to help alleviate my stress tonight. Well, at least I have that to look forward to after this dick crunch kind of day.
Finally around 7pm, I text Braxton to let him know we are wrapping up for the day and that I can be ready to leave in 10 minutes. “Did you ask Braxton about his friends for me?” Kate asks, pulling on her cardigan. I can see the blush on her cheeks from mentioning my stud muffin. “I actually wasn’t able to yesterday. I, um, got distracted by some…things…that happened to come up after work.”
She looks like a tomato at this point. “Oh? And what, pray tell, came up?” She totally knows what had gone on. I am so busted. “Well, you know, stuff...and things?” I look at her and wiggle my eyebrows up and down until we both bust out laughing. My phone chimes with a text from Braxton letting me know he was down the street. I say my goodbyes to Kate after grabbing my things and logging out of my computer. As I walk up to security and start the leaving process, I see Cole standing there with a scowl on his face as he watches me.
Keeping my eyes forward and ignoring him, I walk through the detector and grab my things again. As I’m walking out of the building, I can feel Cole’s gaze burning holes into the back of my head, but I don’t look back. He's playing with fire if he wants to piss me off.