Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

Can You Keep Yourself Quiet?

Brad watched her leave the kitchen, a smile on his face at her subtle invitation. He felt giddy at the prospect of this being their new dynamic. Teasing. Suggestive. Sneaking kisses, and possibly other things depending how quiet they could be. 

He chewed his lip, listening to her steps on the stairs. He didn’t move until he heard her door shut. 

He tried to go slow, even though it wasn’t like the guys would be listening to him walking through the house. He felt like he had to try and be casual, even though he felt like his entire body was buzzing from adrenaline. 

He got to her door. He looked around the landing, checking for any indication that the guys were watching, or listening. But it was deadly silent. 

She could have locked her door. She only said maybe. But something in Brad’s mind told him she didn’t do that. 

He put a hand on the handle. 

He turned it. 

It swung open. 

He grinned, rushing to step into the room and closing it quietly behind him. When he turned to face the bed, she was sitting in the middle, her arms leaning back, her legs crossed, watching him with a small, incredibly sexy smile. 

“You didn’t lock it.” He said, stepping closer. 

“Seems that way.” She retorted.

“I won’t be keeping my hands to myself you know.”

“I don’t think I want you to.” She breathed.

He stood in front of her, then put a hand on her chest, by her collarbone, and gently pushed until she laid back. He climbed over her, then leant down, and kissed her. 

Her hands went to his hair immediately. He pressed his body down on hers. He propped himself up on one elbow, allowing his other hand to run down her gorgeous body. Their heavy breaths mingled together in the kiss, their bodies arching into each other, their hands grabbing and pulling what they could reach. 

She felt like a drug that he never wanted to give up. Her kiss felt like the only thing that made sense in his life. Her body against his felt like she was the only thing he needed. 

She pushed on his chest, his shoulders, indicating that she wanted him to roll over, and he happily obliged. He rolled onto his back, her legs draping over his hips as she kept their lips connected, the kiss deepening with the movement. His hands moved to her waist, sliding down to her hips, her thighs. He gripped her harshly, making her body jerk forward, her core inadvertently pressing against his cock. He exhaled a low moan into her mouth, which made her pull back.

“We’ll have to stop if you can’t be quiet.” She panted, her words barely above a whisper, but he heard them anyway. 

“You have to stop doing that then, princess.” He countered, which just made her smile. She reattached their lips, and he could tell she was trying to hold her hips still, but he suddenly didn’t want that. He suddenly wanted to tease her. Now that he knew how she felt on him, he wanted it all the time. And he wanted more. 

He tested it, whether she’d let him do anything more, pushing his hips up, pushing his dick against her.

The whimper that came out of her mouth was delightful. His dick pulsed with want.