The lights of a car, or something, kept flashing
through a crack in the blinds and waking
me
up. I was
really tired
; I didn’t want to wake up. Why were
my
blinds open?
I
always closed
them at night.
I
started to roll over and get it out
of my face but I realized I couldn’t move. That was when
I
remembered that I wasn’t in my own room, or my own bed.
I
was in Braxton’s bed and my arm was underneath him.

It took
me
a minute to
remember what had happened last night…or I suppose it was still tonight. It
slowly started coming back to
me
though, Sarah taking
our picture in the locker room after his fight.
I
was
worried about what people were going to think if they saw that picture of us.
They would likely think
I
was just another one of his
one-night stands. That didn’t stop
me
from having sex
with Braxton in the shower though.

I
smiled as I thought about how the night had ended. We’d barely gotten in the
apartment door when he’d shoved
me
against the wall
and kissed me. From there, we left a trail of clothes down the hallway and we’d
fallen into his bed. The sex, as usual had been mind-blowing. As
I
rolled against him, Braxton shifted and rolled into me.

“Mm, nice,” he said, burying his face in
my
breasts.

“You’ve got me on the edge of the bed over here,
pervert, how about a little room?”

He laughed and rolled back over, pulling
me
with him.

“I don’t know if I’m the only
perv
in the room, you jumped my bones last night.”

He was right about that one.
I
’d
gone to the locker room for exactly what I’d gotten.
I
snuggled back into him.

“Your bones shouldn’t be so good looking and then I
wouldn’t be such a pervert.”

“Speaking of bones.
I’ve got a pretty good boner going on right about now if you’re interested.”

I
laughed, but I couldn’t resist, I reached down and wrapped my hand around him.
He wasn’t lying.

As
I
began stroking it up
and down slowly, he said, “See what you do to me?”

I
laughed again and said, “You know, it’s a scientific fact that morning wood is
related to hormones, not who you’re with.”

“You are such a romantic,” he said as he wrapped
me
up in his arms and covered my mouth with his. His kisses
melted
me
. After feeling his lips and tongue against
mine
, I was putty in his hands. Even more convincing was the
fact that as we kissed he took one of my nipples between his thumb and
forefinger and tweaked it until I could feel wetness between my thighs and a
deep ache in my pussy again,
like
it hadn’t just been
used by him twice in the past six hours or so.

"Oh, my God,” I muttered, squirming underneath
his weight. He moved his hand to
my
other nipple and
gave it the same treatment, only this time he was pulling harder, making me
moan.

"You like that, baby?” he whispered against my
lips.

“Mm, yes I do…I love it.
I
want you. Now,"
I
begged and then brushed my lips
against his.

"Mm, that’s what
I
wanted to hear,” he said, almost in a purr. “I hope you’re ready, because I’m
going to make you writhe and moan and scream.”

I
couldn’t object. He was right.

Braxton leaned down and licked one nipple, and then
the other, finally sucking one all the way into his mouth. He used his tongue
to trace around the outside of it and his teeth to scrape along the nipple. It
wasn’t enough to hurt, but it sent
me
into a gasping
and groaning puddle of desire.

“Oh God, Braxton, you’re killing me,”
I
breathed.

He smiled and said, “Reach up and grab the
headboard.”

I
didn’t question him.
I
knew by then that he knew what
he was doing and I always loved it.

“Now spread your legs apart for me, wide.”

I
did as he asked yet again. “You’re killing me,
Brax
,
at least touch me—”

Before
I
could finish he
climbed up and straddled me.
I
could feel his cock
pressing hard against my stomach as he leaned forward to kiss me.
I
let go of the headboard, I had to touch him.
I
took him in my hand and stroked him as we kissed. He slid
his tongue in
my
mouth and I sucked on it as I
increased the pace of my stroking.

I
felt him shudder. When he broke the kiss he moved his
mouth down to the top of
my
shoulder and kissed it.
Then he ran his tongue along
my
collarbone, making me
gasp as I felt his mouth on my nipple. He encircled it playfully with his
tongue and then sucked it into his mouth as he caressed the other one with his
hand.

After a few minutes, he smiled and looked at
me
. He moved over to the other breast, circling, tasting and
sucking…sending
me
to another dimension in my mind.
One where the only feeling that mattered was pure pleasure.
I
was writhing underneath him and I felt like I couldn’t stand it another second.
I
was going to have to start touching myself in a
second if he didn’t.

“Please, just fucking
touch
me.”
I
was begging and he gave in, dropping his hand
down to my mound and covering it with his hand. He used one finger to part
my
lips and feel how wet I was.

“Mm…
Emmi
.” He plunged a
finger inside of
me
, causing me to moan louder and
thrash against his hand, begging his finger to go deeper. He began stroking
my
clit and I was already right on the edge from the
foreplay.

"I’m going to come, Jesus!”
I
shrieked, barely able to work up enough breath to speak. “Don't stop,
please."

He completely ignored
me
and pulled his finger out and his hand away.

"Please,"
I
begged him in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want,
Emmi
?”
he asked me with a smile. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

He knew what
I
wanted; I
don’t know why he was teasing me so much.
I
wanted to
come, I needed it.

“Suck me, lick me…make me come. You know what I
want, Braxton!”

Before
I
finished talking
his mouth was on me.
I
could feel him spreading my
lips with his tongue.
I
had to grab the headboard
again because I kept sliding away from him. He finally reached underneath
me
and took my hips and pulled me up to his lips. He was
lapping at
me
ferociously, like a starving man,
sucking on my clit, nibbling on it, making me want to scream.
I
had to bite down on the pillow to keep from crying out so
loud that the neighbors heard me.

I
spread my legs wider and let go of the headboard again and
wrapped my hands through his hair, holding on tight.

“Oh God, yes, Braxton.
Oh God, that feels good. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop, he licked and sucked some more and
then plunged a finger into
me
again as he tongued my
clit.
I
was so wet that he had no problem plunging in
another and moving them in and out as he continued to suck on my swollen clit.
I
felt the orgasm building, I was so close.

"Oh God.
Oh my God!" is all
I
could utter. He plunged his
fingers in and out faster, harder and deeper; his tongue flicking and sucking
my
clit until my moans sounded animalistic to my own ears.
I
finally stepped off the edge of the cliff, and I felt an
orgasm shoot through every nerve in my body.

“Oh my God!
Oh, Braxton! Oh fuck!”

My
body shook uncontrollably as he lay down next to me and took me into his arms.
Spasms of earthquake magnitude ripped through
my
body
and Braxton held me and kissed my lips until I finally stopped shaking.

He pushed himself up over
me
.
Grabbing
me
by the hips, he flipped me over and then
he leaned into my ear and I felt his hard cock pressing into me.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he whispered.

I
did as he asked and he reached around and took my breasts in his hands. He
plunged into
me
from behind and I was already out of breath
from the orgasm, but that took away all that was left. He reached places inside
of
me
that I didn’t even know existed. The
force of his movements were
throwing me forward and I had to
take ahold of the sheet so we could get into a rhythm. Once we did, it was a
mind-blowing experience.

We rocked together like a perfectly choreographed
dance and
I
could feel another orgasm taking hold of
me just as I felt him begin to elongate inside of me. His whole body tensed up
and he picked up his pace, pounding
me
from behind
until at last he exploded.
I
felt a shuddering
beginning deep within my core and expanding throughout my body as I had my
second orgasm.

We both collapsed and lay
shivering together until he was able to move again. He put his arm around
me
and pulled me into his chest and we both eventually
drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER
TWO

BRAXTON

“They ever clean this place?”
I
said to Sam as I sat my bag down on the bench.

“What’s the matter, princess, is a little sweat
smell offensive to you?” Sam asked.

“It smells like a hundred guys with no deodorant
have been working out in here,”
I
told him. It was
seriously making
me
want to throw up. It wasn’t
usually so bad. There were only a few other guys in the gym
at
the moment
, so I guessed that it just hadn’t been cleaned in a long
while.

I
went over to the storage chest and sat down my water bottle and my wraps.
I
pulled off my T-shirt and then started wrapping my hands.
Sam came over and took over. He never said, “Hey, kid, you need some help?” or
even, “Here, let me do that.” He always just walked over and took it right out
of
my
hands.

Sam grabbed the wraps and said, “Hold out your
hands.”

I
rolled my eyes. He talked to me
like
I was a little
kid sometimes. He guided
my
thumb through the hole as
if I didn’t know it went there and began to wind the yellow cloth around my
hand. Two circles around the wrist and then over the thumb, five or six times
around the knuckles, a crisscross between each finger and the reinforcement
with what was left. It was like a mantra in
my
head
and I had no problem doing it myself.

As he wrapped the other hand he asked, “So how’s
your girl?”

I
grinned and said, “What girl?”

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