A Hotter Touch, A Better F... Than Any Girl You'll Ever Meet

Chapter 23

I reentered through the 'back door' and found Brendon in bed already, apparently fast asleep.

Feeling kind of relieved at that fact I quickly stripped down to my boxers and, as quiet as possible, crawled in next to him.

He surprised me, though, rolling on top of me with a force that crashed our hips together in the exact angle that made certain of our bodyparts rub against each other through the thin material of our boxers as he went to straddle me. He clearly wasn't as dead asleep as I'd thought. "Have a nice walk?" he asked before bending his head down to kiss me quickly before squirming enough around on me to make me let out a drawn-out moan.

His stamina was surprising me again. I guess he was trying to make up for lost time.

"It was good," I got out, suddenly unsure about my coherency. I wasn't sure if I was lying about my walk or referring to how he was still moving about on me.

He just smiled. "Good," he replied, giving me a stare that made me feel like his eyes were trying to devour me.

And I knew that stare. He wasn't fooling around like he'd been the previous morning. He was serious, and he wanted to go all the way.

I swallowed, having to let go of another moan at his continued squirming.

He simply smirked, bending down to kiss me again.

"Bren," I stammered out. "We shouldn't, not yet, not while you're still in pain."

"I'm fine," he insisted before latching his mouth onto my neck, sucking so hard that I was sure he would be leaving a mark.

I shouldn't be doing this with him right then and I knew it, but what the hell was I going to do? He had me pinned, he was stronger than me, my cock certainly agreed with the direction he was taking us in and I knew I couldn't tell him to stop without hurting him and having to explain my reasons.

But still, wouldn't this just be the same thing as it had been with June and the other girls? Sex to feel normal and drown out bigger problems?

No, I realised a moment later. It could never be like that with Brendon, because no matter how many unsolved issues I had on my mind I still loved him so much that it hurt and my body and soul wanted him so badly. Possibly even more now than before the revelation.

"You're doing it then," I muttered, still unwilling to fuck him in the state his ass was already in.

He released my neck, shaking his head. "No I'm not," he informed me.

"Bren, you..." I started, but was cut off by his lips crashing against mine.

"I already told you I'm fine," he growled. "And we have lube this time. It'll be a piece of cake."

I raised an eyebrow. He hadn't gone and bought fucking lube as well, had he?

As if to answer my question he reached out to the bedside table and pulled forth a tube I definitely recognised. "If you didn't want me to know you had it, you shouldn't have left it out in the open," he said with a smirk.

I felt myself blush lightly. Well, at least I'd been smart enough to remove my cigarette packs from that bag and hide them between the clean boxers in my closet. Otherwise we'd have been having a talk I really didn't want.

He chuckled slightly and bent down to kiss me, this time not stopping at lips on lips. He pushed my mouth open and shoved his tongue inside while still wriggling his hips, increasing the friction between our erections.

I moaned into his mouth as I tried to focus on returning the movements while our tongues were battling in my mouth and my senses were flaring.

I felt the lube pass from his hand into mine and that was that. He broke the kiss and flipped us over, leaving me on top.