I Know Places / b.s.

Qatourze

Brad sat in front of me, sitting on the soft blue blanket we both were resting on, on top of our rock. He strummed his guitar, tuning it and laughing when it was taking longer than he expected.

He looks so perfect, sitting in dark grey joggers and a black Adidas sweatshirt and sneakers. His hair is a bit of a mess, but it's the way I like it - a little unruly. When he looks up at me, his smiles captivates me. I catch a quick glance at the love bites on his neck - ones that I left last night.

It had been a week since our date, and we hadn't discussed the future even though I knew we should. I want a happy ending - I deserve a happy ending, don't I?

"Sing me something," I smirked.

It's mid November and the chilly air is nipping at our cheeks. Somehow, we thought coming out here was a good idea, but it wasn't unbearably cold.

"You haven't heard me sing before," he chuckled. "Don't hate me."

"I could never hate you," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now sing me something!"

Brad strummed a little and started to play something until he stopped and looked at me as if realization washed over him. I crossed my arms, feeling the cool breeze pick up.

He looked back down at the guitar and started to strum again. The way his fingers moved flawlessly against the strings surprised me. I didn't know how he would sound singing but I was smiling when he started to sing a song everyone knew.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof you saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. She tied you to a kitchen chair. She broke your throne, and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the hallelujah..."

I could definitely fall asleep to his singing but in this moment I was so fascinated by his voice. He stopped mid chorus, sighing loudly and putting the guitar to the side.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked, pouring a bit.

"Do you want me to keep going?" he asked, a bit of amusement in his tone. "I don't have to."

"You're voice is amazing, Bradley," I smiled, "I could listen to you all night long. Sing me to sleep some night."

"That I can do," he laughed, "but thank you."

I took a leap of faith and got up, straddling over his lap and gaining a confused but sexy smirk from his lips. He chuckled right before I pressed my lips to his, cupping his face with my hands.

"Your hands are so cold," he teased, "put them in the sweatshirt pocket."

He grabbed my hand and dipped them into the front pocket of his sweatshirt. I couldn't help but giggle, but I kissed him again.

"Let's go back," Brad mumbled, "there is so much I want to do to you right now."

"Mmm," I bit my lip. "Tell me what you want to do to me, baby."

Brad's eyes darkened instantly and I knew he liked this side of me even though I never showed it.

"I want to run my hands all over you," he whispered, "and I want to kiss your neck," he nibbled at my neck, "and I want to suck on your-"

I cut him off, pressing my lips to his. His naughty words were sending me overboard and I was throbbing uncontrollably between my legs.

Soon enough we were in his room, our bodies linked but not in their normal way. I laid on all fours, my forearms and knees rested holding me up with my butt in the air as Brad took me from behind. I cried out, pressing my face to the sheets to mumble out more of my moans.

There are things in my life that I'm not proud of and in this moment I didn't think I'd regret this. He pulled out of me as my high penetrated my core, flipping me over and pumping his length until his thick, white liquids spewed out all over my chest and belly. I didn't hesitate, because he made me feel so sexy, so I swirled my fingers around my nipples and belly, biting my lip as he watched.

"Olivia," he choked, "you're so sexy-"

He froze when I stuck two fingers into my mouth, tasting his saltiness all over my fingers. After pulling them out I dropped my hands to my sides and continued to bite down on my bottom lip, still coming down from my high.

"You make me feel sexy," I revealed.

"You are sexy - with or without me. Don't forget that, baby," he smiled. "Now, let's get you cleaned up - want to take a shower?"

"Mmm, our first shower together, how can I pass on an opportunity to wash you down?" I smirked.

He laughed loudly. "Trust me, I can't wait to have another go at your body in there."

I sat up, suddenly feeling a little gross with his discharge all over my stomach and breasts. He glanced down at the dripping liquids and even cringed.

"We won't do that again," he stated.

"I'm willing to try anything, Brad. Whatever makes you feel good-"

"Having my come all over you doesn't really make me feel good," he noted, "but I like that you were willing to try."

"Don't underestimate my willingness to make you happy," I breathed.

"I don't," he said flatly, his eyes narrowing. "Now let's take a shower."

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