MADMAN'S ARMS

44

"Are you here to give me a cigarette?" Said the still playful man who was now seated in his bed on the opposite side of the room.

He smirked badly as he winked at me closing the door to his cell.

Obviously I was not allowed to let the patients smoke but since Brandon was by now more to me than just a patient, my sanity was as absent as usual in his proximity.

I walked slowly over the concrete floor of the room while looking at him without answering his question.

The cellar was silent like the most well-isolated room which made the atmosphere between us turn into something exalting and intriguing.

I seated myself at Brandon's usual place on the window sill while he remained in his bed with his back against the wall and his legs broadly spread.

His forearms leaned over his knees which exposed every sore scar, and his hands were tied as he rolled his thumbs of restlessness.

The leer in his gorgeously evil face followed me through every move which made me feel intimately inspected.

I leaned my back against the wall by the window and placed my feet on the sill in front of me, making my knees bend due to the short amount of space. Even if there were about seven feet between us, I could still spot every detail of his light, impaired skin from my view.

I was longing for his touch, but the atmosphere was exciting enough to keep going with our inexplicable silence. There was still a game ongoing between us and I knew how much Brandon enjoyed it. As did I.

While looking into his eyes from my distance, I slowly picked up the square package from my chest pocket and opened it up. I grabbed one of the white sticks from the little packet and carefully placed it between my lips, still looking neatly at Brandon whose gaze was still admiring me carefully. I kept my eyes strained in a playful way as I pressed my thumb over the lighter and deeply inhaled the first smoke.

I placed the rolled paper stick between my fingers and heavily breathed out the toxic smoke in front of me. Now I couldn't play along in the silence much longer, and my cheeks tightened as I tried not to completely destroy the moment with the most hilarious smile.

I bit my lip while the corners of my mouth moved upwards and my eyes got even more frolic than before. Brandon's face reacted the same way as he watched me teasingly smoke the cigarette in front of his eyes.

Suddenly he moved from his position in his bed, slowly walked over to where I sat by the window and stopped right before me.

"Come here," He cautioned, with the most silent, seductive voice.

I carefully turned my body and let my legs down to hang from where I sat on the board. Brandon took a step closer, placed himself between my legs and carefully put his hands on my waist.

My stomach curled as I felt his touch and my breathing got heavier by the effect.

I kept my hand still between us to avoid the cigarette from burning him.

"You look so hot when you smoke, Beverly,"
Brandon's voice perforated my ears. The strange compliment that only could come from a bad boy made me smirk which left my cheeks to flare.

Suddenly, I felt how his soft lips got pressed to mine and every emotion of longing and need got fulfilled. My skin reacted with shivers as my tongue began to find rhythm with his.

Slowly I felt Brandon's hand moving from my waist, searched his way for my arm and slowly grabbed the glowing cigarette from the grip between my fingers. I opened my eyes as his lips separated from my own and I watched as he carefully moved his hand up to place the cigarette between his full lips.

The way his perfectly swollen lips encompassed the cigarette and how his already sharp jawline tensed as he sucked in the smoke, made me weak.

Now I understood Brandon's earlier, strange statement and agreed with how supremely attractive a person could look while smoking a cigarette.

I didn't even for a second care about what I allowed him to do at this moment. He was too handsome to let my eyes off and the moment was too exciting to be destroyed.

Once again, Brandon moved his hand and this time he led the cigarette towards my mouth. I embraced it with my lips and inhaled deeply while looking him in the eyes.

The smoke filled up my dependent lungs which helped to keep my nerves settled in motion, and as I breathed out the smoke, I once again felt my lips getting attached to Brandon's.

I didn't understand what it was about this moment that made it so extremely exciting and intimate, but I knew that it was perfect as it was so filled with lust for the forbidden.

As our kisses got more intense, Brandon put out the cigarette beside where I sat on the window board. Now both of his hands could touch my body which made me feel even more whole and fulfilled.

I groaned with pleasure between our kisses as the arousal grew stronger along every passing second like I was a ticking bomb.

I knew in this state that I craved to have more than just his kisses. I knew it the second I stepped inside this room. My body was screaming for him like he was the obsessive drug and I was the addict who just needed more and even more. And since I was more than aware of the feeling from previous life happenings, I also knew it was too late to stop now.