MADMAN'S DEMISE

5

"Two weeks."

"What do you mean two weeks?"

"The trial begins in two weeks, Brandon."

Brandon's reaction overwashed his whole appearance and every limb and muscle in him froze to ice in front of me. He was still like a mannequin.

Somehow I was pleased about it. Pleased with the way he didn't scream out in fury, hit the wall to smash his fists open, or grab me by the throat in impulse, because this allowed me to take care of him in a much easier way. But maybe the burst was yet to come...

I approached him where he stood leaning against the wooden desk. His hands clenching the edges, turning white by the knuckles. I stroke his cheek, using my touch to get him back to his presence. Then I leaned in, placed a kiss on his burning neck, and embraced my arms around his rock-hard body.

His eyes were focused on the white wall on the other side of the room, his lips were shut, his jaw clenched, his brows lowered. His whole body was strained, and I knew I was the only one who could get him loose.

I reached under the white t-shirt, dragged my nails over his muscular back as I continued to dart his neck with my lips. He shivered against my fingers, assuring me he was somehow present and feeling.

"You'll make it through." I breathed against the delicate skin covering his pulsating veins, and his chest rose in rapid motion as he inhaled the physical reaction caused by my touch.

"I'll be with you all along." I added another whisper, turning his neck humid with the steam of my breath. Now his chest sunk instead, a silent pant slipping out his mouth with his exhale.

"I'll stand by your side." I continued to caress his back as I spoke. His skin still completely covered in bumps underneath my fingertips.

"Give you everything you need." I moved my hands to the front, stroked sensually over the muscles of his stomach and chest, and stopped at his heart. He was pounding beneath. Beating with fright, nervousness, excitement.

Again his lips slightly spread and released another discrete grunt. He felt every bit of my touch, and his senses were slowly allowing him to come back to me completely and forget about the shock.

I pushed myself against his body, moved my lips upwards to reach his jaw and ear with my needy lips. The bulge pressing against my groin only confirmed more how present his body was, now I was just longing for his brain to enter my dimension as well.

With his ear lobe carefully pinched between my lips, I felt Brandon's hands releasing the hard wooden edges of the desk and capturing my waist in a fierce clasp. I whined as his hands roughly dug into my flesh. He finally made it.

His eyes switched focus from the wall and looked down at me to capture my existence. His pupils dilated, big, round, black holes soaking my appearance before him, seducing me into hypnosis.

"What I need is you." His coarse voice confirmed the darkness inside and made my stomach curl.

"Right now!" He turned our bodies, his hands lifting me steadily to place me on the desk. He parted my knees, stepped between my legs to get closer, and hovered at my lips to crash into a hungry kiss. His tongue begged for entrance, and I opened my mouth to allow his admission while grabbing into his hair with my fists. Our tongues tied and tangled inside our mouths as we shared the steep, messy kiss. It was passionate, filled with appetite and thirst.

Brandon's hand snaked down my waist and placed fingers upon my already trembling thigh. Chain lightning streaked my skin as his fingers landed, and another pleasuring pant vibrated through our connected lips.