The Secret

Ch. 14 | The Moon

Brianne

I was standing in Travis's shower of his hotel suite. Vegas. Vegas.
I was feeling the pressure of being penetrated but I couldn't remember how it came to be. I did it. I had sex with my best friend. I promised him I wouldn't have any type of attachment more than what he was used to. I didn't want to put that type of pressure on him. I know his lifestyle is with different women, but I'm only screwing myself and risking our friendship if I let myself show any type of feelings for him in that way.
Shit.
Holding the soap bottle in my hand, floods of every detail of what happened last night. From the moment he took me out to the back of the club, grinding on him intently to feel his boner on my ass, to the couch in the suite, to the moment I pretended to be drunk and tired and closed myself in his bedroom. Yes, pretended to be drunk, because Travis made my last few drinks weaker than a virgin drink after a while.
I sat on the shower stump and let the water hit me as I remembered what happened after I took his dick into my mouth. He told me that I was his first at something but I couldn't remember.
Oh. Yes. It's kind of a good feeling that I can be his first at something that no other girl has ever had the honor of having from him. Its nice to know that I can at least have that one little thing of him for myself.
After he gave me an amazing orgasm with his tongue, he was trying his hardest to be gentle when it came time for penetration. He rubbed the core of my wetness with his cock that was already hard for me again. I leaned back into the shower wall and exhaled as I slowly shut my eyes as I bit my bottom lip as I replayed everything in my touch.
"You ready, Banī?" He whispered to me. I nodded realizing that this is the moment. It's going to happen. Sarai and Jenn would talk about their first time and they always mention the tear. I'm scared but I just want it over with. The heat I'm feeling through my body and this feeling that I've never felt before of wanting to be fucked as if it's happened to me before, has taken over my whole body. All I want in this moment is Travis's dick inside me.
He never took his eyes off me as he rubbed his dick up and down my core letting the wetness coat him and his fingers. And then..
I felt his hips push tighter against me in between. The tear. The pain. The need for him to be there for me in this moment as much as I wanted this moment to happen with him. I gripped my fingernails to the skin of his back and the back of his hair that I gripped with my fingers entangled through his hair in every which way as I bit his shoulder.
"Look at me, Banī." I shifted my eyes up to his. I panted with tears in my eyes. He lifted his body a little and I focused on his sun and moon tattoo that resides on the left of his chest surrounded by stars. Gold and blue ink faces inside the image while he pumped through me. His eyes still focused on my face. I touched his tattoos remembering when he got them. These are the ones he refuses to show anyone else that isn't me or any of our friends. When his mom passed away, he told the tattoo artist that I was there for him when it happened. He told them about how we've been friends since kindergarten. I am his sun that illuminates the moon. It can't light without the energy from the sun. "I am the moon, and she is the sun." He told the artist. "She is my best friend, and my light."
He held my face in the palm of his hand. I shifted my eyes up at him.
"You okay, Love?" He asked quietly.
The liquor was starting to hit me and I was starting to feel dizzy again, but I couldn't let him know that. Shit.
"Travvie_" I panted. "I think I'm gonna _" I swallowed.
Throw up? No. Not now. Nevermind. Thank god.
He kept pumping and he started to pump through me faster. Each movement felt better each time with every thrust.
"Yeah?" He asked breathless. I think he thought I had something else in mind.
I moaned, "Travis, I_" don't say it you stupid drunk hot mess. I tried to refrain myself from speaking at all.
"Bri?" He panted. "Are you gonna come again?" He whispered against my ear which sent me over the edge as soon as I felt his breath on my skin. All I could do was moan in response.
I panted. "Tell me, Banī. Tell me everything you're feeling. Tell me everything you need."
Fuck.
My goal is to set him over the edge somehow. Once I get the hang of doing this, maybe one day, I will eventually.
As of this moment, I took in every single physical feeling that I didn't know I needed. With every thrust of his motions through me, I only wanted more. He wants me to tell him everything I'm feeling. So, I do.
I moan. "Fuck. It feels good, Travvie." I tugged on his hair. I moaned again, "So good."
He grunted out a moan, "Yeah? You feel so good, Bani. It's only going to feel better the more we do it. I promise" He whispered in my ear. The more we do it? I replayed those words a few times in my head realizing the fact that he is one hundred percent on board with me on this whole sex thing. I just can't let him know that this is only making what I already feel for him, more. I have to let him be after this. We're only not using a condom with eachother because we trust eachother as best friends. We've talked about this. I'm on the pill, and he uses condoms with every girl he has sex with since he first lost his virginity to the whore of the school. The fact that I could feel every inch of his skin, made me gloatingly selfish, that this part of him was for me and for me only.
He slowly closed his eyes and let out a moan with his mouth open he took in a deep breath gritting his teeth. I was feeling him move in and out of me. I slid my hands from his hair and tucked them under his arms wrapping my hands on his back. I gripped onto the skin of his back while I watched his face. He panted, "Ugh. Yeah that feels good to me, Bri." I moved my hands lower to his waist and gripping them tighter as his rocking became faster but not harder. I let out some more moans at how good he was making me feel. "Fuck!" He moaned. It made me want more of him at how good I was making him feel. I wanted to always hear those grunts and moans coming from him because of me.