BRIELLE
I didn’t know why Silvie was home so early… my guess was, she probably left something and was returning for it, but that was bad news for me because I had decided to collapse on the couch instead of making it to my room after I got back.
I certainly didn’t want to talk about the date… not now at least, and so, I did the only thing I could think of to get out of having to talk to her…
Feign sleep.
Trying to slow my rapid heartbeat, I managed to get myself relaxed enough even as the keys turned in the lock and Silvie entered the apartment.
“Gosh, it’s not even 11 pm, and she’s back, already sleeping.” I heard her mutter to herself. From the corner of my eye, I saw her drop a couple of shopping bags, then proceed to her room.
She came back a few minutes later.
“Lucia?” My inquisitive best friend called out tentatively. I ignored her, turning over dramatically for good measure. “How can this girl be this fast asleep? Now I’ll have to wait till tomorrow to hear all the juicy deets.”
I heard the ruffling of shopping bags, and then silence again.
She came out of her room a second time, more shuffling around, the keys turned in the lock again,
And she was gone.
It honestly felt so surreal.
For the first time, I had been able to fool my curious best friend and to be honest, it felt so outer-worldly. She had probably been in a lot of hurry, hence the reason for my free pass, because I wasn’t really sure I would have been able to pull this off if she had had a lot of free time on her hands.
I must have passed out for some time, stuck in an endless dream of pleasure, involving Dylan of course—when doesn’t it involve him?—when the sound of knocking at the front door woke me up with a start.
I had opened my red-coloured, sexy yet modest sparkling red body con dress, but someway somehow couldn’t bring put myself up to zipping it back up again, especially when I was just going to see who was at the door for god’s sake, and so I tiredly trudged over to the entrance, all my assets completely on display.
It was probably Silvie anyway… knowing her, she had probably left her keys somewhere.
You can imagine my surprise… and horror when I opened the door only to find Dylan standing over there, looking handsome, yet completely casual in a black sweatshirt with matching pants.
The stupid idiot chuckled. “You really should stop answering the door while looking like a fucking snack, Bree.”
I gave him the deadliest glare I could muster, while I tried to fix myself up as best as I could. “Maybe… you’re the one who needs to stop showing up at my door at crazy hours. What at all brings you here by this time? I was sleeping for crying out loud.” I retorted.
“Won’t you let me in?” He asked amusedly, that wicked glint still ever-present in his eyes. His hair was messy, a far outcry from the laid-back gelled look he had started sporting a few weeks ago. He looked younger, freer this way.
I liked it.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked, suddenly self-conscious. It really was adorable.
“Oh, nothing. I just think you should wear your hair like this more often.”
He smirked. “Yes ma’am. So… are we going to stand here while we talk?”
I nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”
“Why?”
“I really don’t think it’s a good idea, Dylan.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. So, how was your date?” I shrugged, shifting from my right foot to the left. “It was lovely, thanks for asking. Honestly, why are you here Dylan? You came all the way here to ask me that?”
“Yes- I mean no.”
I raised my eyebrows, watching him as he nervously scratched his head. “Fuck, this is harder than I thought.” I heard him mutter to himself softly, but I didn’t actually pay him any mind, because I thought I saw Mrs. Robinson’s door softly open in that moment.
God, this woman was bloody inquisitive!
I grabbed Dylan by the arm and quickly pulled him inside and shut the door behind me, turning to lean against it in relief.
“What was that about?” He asked, confused.
“Nosy neighbors.” I explained shortly. “I might as well give you something to drink since you’re here already. What will you have?”
He smirked. “Can I say you?”
I shot him a pointed look, and he burst into laughter. “Come on, you must admit that that was pretty good.”
It honestly was, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Your only options are a beer, water, or coffee. So what’s it going to be?” I asked, pretending to be exasperated.
“Alright, fine. I’ll just have water. You’re such a spoilsport sometimes, you know?” He admitted begrudgingly. I ignored him and turned to go get him his water, but suddenly tripped over my pair of heels, and would have fallen face flat if it hadn’t been for Dylan’s quick reflexes.
Stupid heels.
It took a flash for me to realise how close we were now, and how compromising our position was right there and then. “Dylan-”
“Shh. How do you manage to always smell so good?” He whispered softly as he breathed me in.
Fuck, having him that close to me felt so good.
But it really couldn’t happen. It definitely wasn’t a good idea. “Dylan-”
“Stop thinking Brielle, just feel.” He murmured against my skin, the sound sending a shocking heatwave down to my core. He pulled me even closer. I could feel him.
All of him.
“I know you want this just as much as I do.”
To be honest, I did. I really did.
But Dylan wasn’t the kind of person I could have a just friends-with-benefits kind of affair with. I wanted more with him… thing was, I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, and I couldn’t afford to get too attached to the point of not wanting to let go.
He turned me to face him, a slightly bitter, slightly hurt look on his handsome, well chiselled face. “Did you let him touch you like this?” He asked as his hand lightly brushed down my neck and found its way to my collarbone, and lower…
To the swell of my breasts.
I shook my head frantically, my eyes shut, my body completely lost in the heat of it all. “Say it, Brielle, I want to hear you say it.”
“No, no he didn’t touch me, dammit,” I admitted in a whisper, my breath coming in short pants.
“Good.”
I couldn’t control my gasp as his fingers found my nipples and he tweaked gently. “Fuck, Dylan.”
“You’re mine, Brielle... all mine.” He admitted huskily, his mouth pressed against that sweet spot under my ear.
Even in my pleasure-induced state, I managed to retort back haughtily. “I’m not yours or anyone’s. I belong to no one.”
He smirked cheekily. “Well, we’ll see about that.”
He roughly claimed my lips.
To be honest, I had meant to push him away at the start, but I instead leaned into the kiss further, my arms lifting up to circle his broad shoulders on their own accord.
Dylan’s mood swings really confused me sometimes, I must admit.
One minute, he’s the charming guy next door, slightly annoying yet charming nonetheless, the next minute, he’s this intimidating, sexy brooding man, currently ridding me of my dress. It was honestly so hard to keep up.
But I loved it.
“Mm. We can’t do this here, Dylan.” I managed to whisper as our mouths parted for air and his attention shifted to my breasts. My whole body was on fire, burning… aching for his touch, and like the good man he was, he was satisfying my every need.
Without a word, he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing and growled. “Which one’s your room?”
DYLAN
It was very hard, no pun intended, to appreciate Brielle’s beautiful room when I was fully erect now and heavy against her lower belly, but for some reason, that was all the teasing vixen wanted to talk about.
“Brielle-”
“You know, choosing the right neutral tone for this room was hands down, one of the most difficult things I have ever done—”
“Are you nervous, Bree?” I asked, understanding completely lightening my features.
She was nervous.
How or why, I don’t know.
But in that moment, completely pressed against me, only in her underwear, her hair a sexy mess of curls… she couldn’t have looked any more beautiful if she tried.
And, she has also turned me into a cheesy, corny idiot. How fitting.
She scoffed adorably. “Nervous? Why would I be nervous? It’s not like I haven’t had sex a bazillion times with lots of people before-”
I swooped in for another kiss before she could say more, not liking where the conversation was heading towards, and groaned with pleasure as she reached out to grab my hair and impatiently began to wriggle against me.
I broke the kiss to nip along the sensitive skin on her neck, stimulating her need with every passing second. I didn’t even realise when my shirt came off until I felt her fingernails scratch at my back.
Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me.
Moving with a quickness that was almost predator-like, I turned to pin her against the door, her delectable ass comfortably pressed against my hard cock. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming to do this and so much more to you, Bree.” I whispered as I lightly peppered kisses down her neck to her shoulder, my hands reaching out to free her heavy aching breasts.
Her breaths came in short pants. “Well, what are you waiting for then? Show me what you’ve got.”
Gladly.
I carried her over to the well-laid king-sized bed and gently placed her on it. The rest of her underwear came off in a sweep, and I leaned back on my knees to appreciate what my eyes were seeing.
“Dylan…”
“Shh. What’s the rush, princess?” Reaching out to pin her hands down with one hand, my mouth found a nipple and began to suckle while my other hand attacked her other breast, working her up… bringing her to a frenzy.
Her moans and whimpers were music to my ears. I wanted to hear more. My hand left her perky breast and began to trail a path down her ribcage, playing briefly with her belly button, and then finally made contact with her hot heat. “Shit, you’re-”
“Fuck, Dylan…” I revelled in her pleasing gasp, how she sounded in that moment, calling out my name. “…I swear to God if you voice out what is already obvious, I’ll kick your ass- Mm, that feels so good!”
I chuckled amusedly. “What? I can’t say you’re soaking wet?” I asked innocently as I rubbed her clit, enjoying the bouncy movement of her tits, my other hand still holding her in place.
I couldn’t wait anymore, I needed to feel her wrapped around me.
Leaning down to reconnect our lips again, I was taken by surprise when she managed to flip me over and claim the top role. “My turn.” She smirked sardonically. She tugged my boxers down, struggling with my erect cock for a brief moment before she managed to completely get it off. We both laughed. “Oh Dylan, so impatient.” She teased.
Her nimble hands worked my cock into even further stiffness, while my fingers played with her twin buds. I watched her reach out to open her bedside drawer for condoms, while my mind briefly wondered how many people she had brought to her bed. I quickly shook off the thought. Hey, I was no saint myself.
Brielle slipped on the condom, and I took that as a sign to take charge again. Flipping us over, I loomed over her, and lined myself against her warm, wet folds. She whined wordlessly as my cock nudged at her clit… as I slowly slid myself against her, just enough to tantalize. I quickened my pace, sucked, nipped at her perky breasts, drawing out moan after moan, sigh after sigh, and finally thrust into her as her orgasm peaked. We both cried out from the force of pleasure, but even then, she met every rock of my hips with one of her own.
“Faster, Dy… faster.”
Fuck, I missed hearing that name from her lips.
Well, I was only too happy to oblige.
Our bodies were slick with sweat as we tried out every position possible. Brielle hummed as my teeth scraped against her soft, perfumed skin… my hips now jolted hers, spearing her with each thrust till she was reduced to another bout of shuddering cries as she chased her release, my own climax following hers a few moments later.
We both collapsed on the bed and struggled to catch our breaths.
“That was…”
I turned to face her, grinning cheekily. “Yeah, it really was. Wanna go again?”
She laughed, a sweet pleasant chuckle. “Goodness! You’re a real beast.”
I joined her in laughter. “Indeed I am, now come here.”
BRIELLE
Two more equally passionate sessions later, I was almost on the verge of passing out from pleasure and exhaustion, and I could tell that Dylan felt the same too.
It had been an…. otherworldly experience.
One I honestly didn’t want to end, but I mean, it was going to at some point, right?
“What are you thinking about, Bree? Talk to me.” Dylan whispered softly as he played with my hair.
How was I going to tell him my worst fears?
I took a deep breath. “I was just thinking about how we were going to chalk up this experience as one of the best one-night stands in our lives.”
“I mean, on my part.” I amended after a moment’s thought. “Shit, I’m sorry. Assuming that it was one of the best for you too was quite presumptuous.” I groaned. “Sorry for the word vomit… I just someway somehow can’t seem to turn it off. Alright! I’m gonna shut up now.”
I mentally face-palmed myself.
What a disgrace, Lucia!
Dylan chuckled. “Fuck, Brielle Lucia Renaud… you’re too cute.”
There he went with that cute word again. Was this the part where he broke my heart for the third time?
“You know…” He sat up. “I didn’t come here to have sex with you.”
My mouth parted in shock, and Dylan winced. “That didn’t come out right, did it?”
I shook my head in the negative.
He cleared his throat. “What I meant to say, is… I came to ask you to go out on a date with me because I like you, Brielle. I have for a very long time now, probably the first time we met each other at the office, but I had been nothing but a jerk to you, and so when you offered me a chance to start over as friends, I just had to take it, but I realise now, that we can’t be friends, you and I… because, there’s this connection between us that will always be there. I like you Brielle… I really do. Please let’s give this relationship a chance. Go out with me.”
My mouth had parted in shock, but for some reason, I couldn’t get it to close.
Talk about knocking me into silence.
“What do you say, Bri-”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll go out with you Dylan.” I practically jumped into his arms, laughing at how he just couldn’t believe that I said yes.
“Fuck, this is the happiest day of my life! You just made me the happiest man alive, Bree.”
I grinned, enjoying the feel of being in his arms, finally united.
If only he knew the extent of my own happiness.