Six months later...
I groan as I read the email from our landlord, reminding me that I have one week left to inform him about what I want to do with my apartment. My contract has come to an end, and he wants to know whether I want to renew it for another year. I’m going to, obviously. I live two floors away from my gorgeous boyfriend, I’m a ten-minute walk from work, the flat comes with free gym membership and the rent is a very fair price.
I just keep forgetting to print out the contract, sign it and post it back to my landlord. This is the second time he has emailed to remind me to do it.
“Hey, baby,” Braxton greets me as he comes through the door.
I glance over my shoulder at him, smiling when I see how handsome he looks. It’s Friday and I already saw him all day at work, but he went home and changed.
“You look lovely,” he says as he approaches me. He gives my butt a squeeze in my leggings. “I love these. They show everything.”
He kisses my cheek and goes over to the kitchen. “Although, I’m not sure you should be wearing them outside,” he muses, and I roll my eyes. “It might start a fight and I really do try not to hit the men that leer at my girlfriend.”
When he comes back, he has two glasses of wine in his hands. I thank him when he passes me one of them. Braxton sits down on the sofa and parts his legs for me. I sit in between them and lean back against his chest. He begins running his hands through my hair, he knows I love it when he does that.
“Are you excited for next week?” He asks. I moan quietly in reply, and he kisses my temple. “My brother and his wife are so excited to meet you,” he says happily.
I smile. I can’t wait to meet them. “I can’t wait. I’m excited to meet their daughter, too.”
“Oh, yeah, Kass is great,” Braxton replies.
His voice is always warm with affection when he talks about his niece, Kasia.
My phone buzzes and I check my messages. The action reminds me of the email from my landlord. I get up, causing Braxton to make a sound of protest. I go over to my desk and write down contract on a post-it. I stick it to the top of my laptop to remind me.
“What was that about?” Braxton asks as I sit back down between his legs.
“I need to renew my contract for the flat. My one has expired, and he wants to know if I’m staying,” I tell him.
I lean forwards and take a sip of wine. When Braxton doesn’t reply, I look over my shoulder at him. He looks thoughtful.
“Brax?” I draw his attention back to me.
“I’m just thinking...what if you didn’t renew it?” He suggests and I draw my eyebrows together in confusion.
He sits up and I turn around to face him. He looks nervous for a moment before taking my hands in his. “What if, you moved in with me? Into my flat?”
I stare at him for a few moments, thinking about it. “You’re asking me to move in with you?” I check and he laughs lightly.
“Yes, baby. I am.”
He chuckles again. “Yes. Of course I am! We’ve been dating for seven months. I love you; I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Why shouldn’t we live together? We see each other all of the time anyway.”
A grin comes over my face and I throw my arms around his neck. “Okay, then, yes, let’s do this!” I cry happily.
Braxton laughs and hugs me back. The two of us sway back and forth, our arms around each other.
“When do you have to let him know by?” Brax asks.
“I can message him tomorrow and ask him when he wants me to move out.”
My boyfriend grins at me. “Perfect.”
My landlord gives me a week to move out. By Friday evening, my flat is bare and everything I own has found a place in Braxton’s flat.
We spend the weekend sorting everything out. We find places for my things. I’m surprised by how comfortable Braxton is with my stuff being in his flat. He gives me complete freedom and tells me that he’s happy for me to put my stuff wherever, because he’s just happy that I’m here. He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck.
“I’ve got you where I want you. In our home, together,” he mumbles into my neck.
Braxton and I burst out of the building, both of us wearing matching grins.
We got the account!
An almost million-pound account signed up for our products this morning, thanks to mine and Braxton’s pitch. Funnily enough, our relationship seems to have only strengthened our working relationship.
We get to the car, and I can’t contain my excitement. I grab Braxton’s lapels and pull him to lean across the console to kiss him. Our lips collide and I pour all of my excitement and love into the kiss. It turns heated. We both tug at each other. Braxton’s hands move up and down my body, feeling my curves. I run my hands up into his hair and scrape my nails over his scalp until he shudders.
Braxton breaks the kiss, our breaths mingling as we pant, our lips barely parted. “Melia, we need to stop,” he warns.
I push out my bottom lip in a pout. “I don’t want to stop...I want you.”
Braxton curses under his breath. He sits back in his seat. “Put your seatbelt on,” he orders as he puts on his own.
His voice leaves no room so argument, so I sit back and do as he says. I lurch forwards as Braxton suddenly reverses. He speeds out of the parking lot and turns onto the main street.
I silently watch him manoeuvre the car. I don’t even care where we’re going, he’s so sexy to watch. The way his hand works the gearstick both aggressively and fluidly, it’s turning me on.
Fuck, everything he does turns me on.
Braxton doesn’t take us back to the office. He takes us out of the city, into the rural countryside. Once the houses turn to fields, my excitement builds. He’s taking us somewhere secluded, and something tells me it isn’t because he fancies a bit of fresh air.
Braxton pulls down a country road and parks a sufficient distant from the main road. No one can see us from here, and there’s nothing but fields surrounding us.
We both unbuckle our belts at the same time. Braxton grabs my hips and drags me over onto his side. I sit on his lap, and he pulls the lever on the side of the seat, making his chair move back in the car and giving us a lot more room.
Our lips find each other again. My fingers tangle in Braxton’s hair, whilst his fumble with my blouse buttons. He gets it open and immediately, his hands are on my breasts. He squeezes and massages them through my bra. Then, he pushes the cups underneath them, effectively pushing them up like an offering. I grind against him as he pinches and twists my nipples.
The sensation is maddening. If he’s trying to get me horny, it’s totally unnecessary, because I’m already soaked from watching him handle the stick.
I want to handle his stick.
I slide my hands down his body and unbuckle his trousers. I pull his cock free from his boxers and start moving my hand up and down the hot length. He grunts into the kiss, his tongue getting more dominant with mine. One of his hands moves up to my hair and holds me in place. He tilts his head at a slight angle, allowing him to kiss me more deeply. It would make my knees weak, if they weren’t currently positioned on either side of his thighs.
With his other hand, he rips a hole in my tights, right over my pussy. After gaining access, he pushes my thong to one side and promptly shoves two fingers inside of me. I gasp into the kiss at the sudden intrusion. I want him inside me, now.
I know he’s ready. His cock is hard and heavy in my hand. I pick up the pace of my pumping and squeeze him, silently asking for sex. We’re going over to his family’s house tonight, which means we can’t do it later. I want to make the most of him, now.
We break the kiss, our breaths coming out fast and shallow. I hitch my skirt up to my waist and Braxton pulls his trousers down a little more. Together, we line ourselves up. He places his big hands on my hips and presses down, lowering me onto his cock. It impales me, stretching me out until I’m gasping.
It doesn’t hurt, no, but it’s a tight fit. The minimal pain is welcome, it’s addictive and mixed with pleasure. We both moan loudly as he fills me up. Braxton drops his head and rests his forehead on my shoulder.
“Fuck, I needed to be inside you so badly.” His voice is grating, husky.
I lift my thighs and rise up, sliding his cock out of me, only to sink back down onto it.
Braxton lets me do this a few times, slowly fucking him. Then, he takes over. With his hands on my hips, he holds me in place. He pistons his hips up and down, fucking me in front of the car. I hold onto his seat as he pounds into me.
The car shakes with his violent thrusts. It would be obvious to anyone what we are doing, even from a distance. But, luckily for us, only the surrounding wildlife is our witness.
I fall into sync with him, moving up and down in time with his thrusts. I can feel how wet he’s made me; it’s smothered on my thighs and is coating his boxers.
It’s a frantic kind of fucking, fuelled by lust-filled desperation. We grip each other like it might be our last time, even though we both know it is far from being that really.
I cum hard and fast, crying out and clamping around him. Braxton can’t hold off. He groans and stills, releasing inside me in repeated spurts. We cling to each other, coming down from our highs, our panting breaths the only sound.
“I love you,” he mumbles against my collarbone.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against his hair. “I love you, too.”