IRIS MARA
chapter threeHis surprisingly soft and gentle hands helped in guiding my baggy t-shirt over my head.
He disposed of it instantly, tossing it to the side, adding onto the building pile on Zion's floor.
He wasted no time to pull off his own shirt before leaning forward and hastily pressing his lips to mine.
I was soon picked up by the boy by my thighs and dropped down onto Zion's bed.
Brandon's body was now positioned in between my legs. He took this as the perfect time to grind his hips into me.
He disconnected his lips from my own, now latching his mouth onto my neck, sucking and biting harshly on the delicate skin.
He managed to find my sweet spot almost instantly, all the while, he still managed to continue his assault with his hips.
I wrapped my legs around his torso, giving him much easier access to go on with actions.
He lets out a throaty moan at my actions before detaching his mouth from my neck and catching my earlobe between his teeth.
My eyes shoot wide open as someone shakes me violently awake. I instantly jolt up from the mattress.
"You good?"
I look over at the sound of the voice, finding Zion.
"Yeah." I assure him as I attempt to steady my rather rapid breaths. I run a hand through my hair as I look down at Brandon who was still sound asleep.
"So you and Brandon now, huh?" He asks while shuffling through his closet.
I slip out of the bed. "Nothing weird went on last night, Caleb Kuwonu, if thats what you're filthy mind is suggesting."
I pick up the sweatshirt I had taken off in the middle of the night, due to the agonizingly hot temperature. A sweaty boy with no boundaries cuddled up to you all night, along with no access to air conditioning, doesn't quite mix well.
Zion was still watching me with a wide, teasing grin present on his face, his arms crossed over his chest as I collect my things.
"Oh, come on, Zion. I would never even dream about doing anything with Brandon!" I say, shaking my head at the boy as I walk out of the boy's bedroom.
That's when it hit me.
I did just actually dream of doing things of that sort with Brandon Arreaga.
Before I could even process this thought even further, my older brother appears in front of me, an apple in his hand.
"Someones looking a tad bit flustered this morning." He grins, pulling me into a side hug as his other hand was occupied in holding the red fruit.
"You have that makeup stuff all over your face again, sis." He tells me, touching the tip of my nose with his pointer finger.
I let out an overly obnoxious groan. "Would you mind telling me where the bathroom in this place is, Nick?"
He points at a door that was right down the hall from where we stand. "Right in there would be the only available one."
"Thanks."
I enter the room and shut the door behind me. I let out a deep sigh as I now found a place that was quiet and away from any living being.
I stand in the center of the room, my eyes wandering across the well-arranged room. It was a simple room, with white bedsheets, and a creme paint on the wall. I spot a few pictures on a desk nearby. I lean down a bit, allowing my curiosity to get the best of me.
They were of Brandon. He was younger in most of them. I can tell by the style of his hair and the overall maturity of his face. One of them appeared to be more recent. He was smiling widely. His hair was a mess, matted to his forehead, as he was kicked back on the sofa. It was actually quite cute. I can't help but smile at the beautifully captured candid.
The sound of Brandon's door opening, caused me to jump back in fright.
Brandon was now standing in the doorway, still very much shirtless as he was previously, although his sweatpants somehow managed to ride a little lower on his hips.
"Stalking me now, Mara?" He says. His voice seems to be more low and raspy at this early hour.
"No." I say. "I came to use your shower. I didn't expect you to be up so-."
"I don't care. But could you hurry it up in there? I need to take a shower also. Or if you would prefer, my shower is big enough for two."
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