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Chapter 31
Fuck Casablanca
Brenda lay on her side on the couch flipping through the channels. Dylan was out with the gang celebrating because Janet had just received a promotion and Olivia was already fast asleep. They had invited her of course but after the day at the ranch, Brenda felt like maybe they needed a bit of space. Ok maybe it was her who needed the space from Dylan. Olivia was a likely excuse, no sitter. The feeling of being intimate with Dylan again had took over her whole being. The ranch…Mr. Pony…all the excitement…nostalgia…his kisses…his tongue…and simply him, was more than she could take. She came to a black and white movie and groaned.
"Fuck Casablanca." She mumbled. She was about to change the channel when a soft knock came from her front door. She sat up laying the remote on the coffee table looking curiously towards the door. Who the hell could it be?
Brenda got up and made her way to the door. She opened it cautiously and there stood Jax. Handsome, casual in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. They hung loose on his slim frame, his shirt tighter around his muscled arms. Brenda's eyes drank him in. She hadn't seen him since Arizona. They had talked regularly but she almost forgot how hot he was. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. She was well aware she had on a pair of yoga pants and a tight tank top and no bra. She crossed her arms over her chest to try to hide the strain in her nipples from the light breeze that had cascaded in from the door being open.
"Is this okay?" He looked into her eyes. Truth…honesty and utter fear showed bright in his eyes.
Brenda gave him a nod, "Of course it is." She opened the door further, allowing him entrance. She cleared her throat as she closed the front door. "It's good to see you."
Jax nodded, he breathed out loud. This was too awkward. Too weird. He didn't want it to be. He looked over at her and smiled his adorable handsome smile. "It's good to see you too." He looked at her chest. "Your boobs are at least happy to see me." He joked.
Brenda flushed red and chuckled as she shook her head. "There is that smile." He tilted his head and looked at her as he closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She responded by wrapping hers around his neck. They hugged tightly, adoringly.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair.
She pulled away to look at his face, "For what?"
He stepped away from her with a sigh, "For making you leave my brothers house. For being rude."
"You already apologized to me for that." Brenda stated.
"Not in person." He replied, a serious and sweet expression on his face.
"I'm sorry too…for…all of it." Brenda's face was serious. They stared at each other a beat to long before Jax looked into the living room.
"What cha doing?" He asked to break the ice a little.
She shook her head out of serious and began to walk into the living room. Jax following her. She sat on the couch reaching for the remote to turn off the TV. "I was just watching some TV."
"Casablanca." He sits next to her on the couch, noticing the movie.
"Casablanca sucks." She said without even thinking.
Jax's laughs, "What?" He chuckles, his eyes are wide, his lips curled into a smile. "Casablanca has to be the most popular choice for a favorite movie, when asked with that impossible question." He say playfully.
"It's not my favorite." Brenda responds seriously.
"That's actually surprising to me. You've always been one for the classics."
Brenda just shrugs not wanted to divulge why she can't stand this movie.
"Good." He leans closer, "Because it's total bullshit."
"Excuse me?" Brenda smiles.
Jax leans back into the couch now, gone is the awkward energy, "The whole thing is a parable how duty is more important than true love. Bullshit." He replies.
"It's World War II. Defeating the Nazis is more important that true love." Brenda states. No she isn't sticking up for this movie, she literally hates it. She imagines Dylan and Kelly, sitting closely watching it together. She pictures Dylan bringing out his charm and intelligence by telling her how amazing these old movies are, how romantic they are. She knew all about that move. This was the kind of stuff he did with her when they started dating. That made girls with half a brain swoon. No she didn't hate Casablanca because it was a bad movie. Jax was right it was a classic. Famously so. She hated this movie because of what it represented. It represented Dylan's betrayal. It represented Dylan's forte. Did Kelly think she was the only one who watched this movie with him? That it was their thing? Brenda would be the first to kick her off her high horse back then if she had known. She had seen this movie with Dylan years before he showed Kelly. But…they'll always have Paris right? Fuck Casablanca.
"Nothing is more important than true love." Brenda comes back to Jax as he speaks answering her last comment.
"Not even World War II?" She smiles, teasingly.
"Not any war ever." He shakes his head. "You can't believe what Rick and Ilsa had was true love. They barely knew each other."
"Well…" Brenda was about to agree. But Jax kept talking.
"And he treats her like a child." Jax leans towards her, his fingertips brushing against her arm. "He's a fucking asshole actually. He chooses Ilsa's destiny for her, then scolds her for wanting to leave the husband she doesn't love like she's some amoral piece of shit."
Brenda is having fun with this conversation. "But he loves her enough to sacrifice his happiness for her."
Jax shakes his head, "No. He decides what the right thing is and he forces her to do it. That isn't love. That isn't even respect."
Wow…man he has a point. She wished Dylan was here to hear this. Brenda never could bring this movie up without a fight in the past. The supposedly beautiful thing about Casablanca is the way it ends, when Rick, Humphrey Bogarts character, tells his love interest, Ilsa, that she needs to stay with her husband because the "problems of the three little people don't add up to a hill of beans." He's telling her that her problems are irrelevant, that what she wants isn't as important as what he thinks is right. Like Kelly telling Dylan, he should stay with me because the problems of them being together are bigger than them coming out with their betrayal. I know it's not war…but fuck if it didn't feel like it back when she was 18.
"So Mr. Knows all." Brenda smiles playfully, "What is love then?"
"Victor Laszlo (Isla's husband) letting her choose if she wants to be with him or Rick, that's love.…that's sacrifice. That's giving up your happiness for the woman you love."
"Ilsa does end up with Victor." Brenda states, even though she hadn't ended up with Dylan back then and she isn't naive on the similarity of her predicament now either.
"Yes. But it's presented as this great tragedy. This bullshit about putting duty ahead of love." He holds her gaze. "But nothing is more important than love. Nothing."
Brenda swallows hard, the pull to be near him on alert. Jax breaks his intense stare then. He shrugs playfully. "You're right about one thing."
Brenda looks down with a smirk, "What's that?"
"Casablanca sucks." Brenda laughs out loud.
"Told you." She giggles.
He laughs with her and they settle into a comfortable quiet vibe as the movie plays. They watch the movie the two of them seem to despise in silence. As the credits roll Brenda turns to Jax. His kind eyes imploring hers.
"This was fun." She says with a smile.
Jax nods, "Yeah…thanks for letting me hang out. I just…missed you. I mean I missed spending time with you." He corrects himself.
Her hand comes out and rests over his, "I miss you too." She gives him a half smile to relax his slip of the tongue.
"I should go." He removes his hand from hers and rubs his thighs of his jeans nervously before standing up. Brenda follows leading him to the door. His fingers brush against her lower back. The same gentle buzz moves through her body. It's nothing like the electric current that comes with Dylan's touches but its pleasant and charged. She turns to say good bye. He's so close, close enough to grab her and press her against the wall. Get a grip Brenda, she thinks to her self. That Ranch day and the sexual frustration she has been experiencing must be stroking her hormones so Brenda nods a goodbye and offers her hand. Jax ignores her hand and hugs her goodbye. It's a classic hug, tight, the kind of hug you give your best friend.
She can barely breathe, his scent encircling her. She tries to stay calm, to keep her raging hormones in check. He leans out from her and looks into her eyes. His smile is a bit sad as he leans in pressing his hot lips to her forehead. Brenda closes her eyes. He walks towards the door, Brenda's head turning to follow him.
He turns the knob, opening the front door, turning towards her as he gives her a genuine smile, "This was nice." His voice quiet, "Can we…maybe do it again sometime?"
Brenda grins, "Definitely." She nods.
"Night Bren." He says, his voice sexy and even.
"Night Jax." She takes a deep breath as the front door closes behind him. She closes her eyes she exhales. What the fuck is up with that stupid fucking movie? Fuck Casablanca. She shakes her head going back to her perch on the couch.
Jax walks to his car. He flips through his keys to find the right one to unlock his door as he hears a car door slam. He looks up and sees Dylan. His hands in his pocket as he approaches him. His car parked behind Jax's.
"What are you doing here?" Dylan's voice tense.
Jax shrugs coolly, "Hanging out with Bren."
They stare at each other and Dylan shakes his head. "Dick." He mumbles walking past him towards the house.
"Fuck you too Dylan." Jax says out loud with a smirk as he gets into his car and drives away.
Dylan makes his way into his home, anger radiating off himself. He stops and sees Brenda laying on the couch, flipping through the channels. She sits up and smiles. "Hey how was Janet's celebration?" She asks sweetly.
Dylan says nothing moving quickly. He can barely control himself as he sits on the couch, pulling her into his lap and pressing his lips into hers. All the tension in his body releases, and Brenda melts into him. She straddles him, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against her thin yoga pants. He feels so good under her, so good touching her.
Brenda isn't sure what the hell has come over him but in that moment she doesn't even care. Her brain doesn't understand the concept of the future, tomorrow. It quickly passes the reins to her body, and her body does not know or want anything but Dylan.
Dylan sucks on her upper lip, gently at first, than harder and harder. Their lips part and his tongue slips inside her mouth, swirling around with hers. A wave of heat spreads through her body. Every inch of him wants her and he wants it now. Promise forgotten. They aren't together, Jax can fuck off. Dylan and Brenda have everything. They have respect and friendship. They have a partnership in raising their daughter but they don't have this passionate sex life…not yet anyway. Not for 5 years to be exact. The ranch aside, this…this has been missing from their relationship.
Brenda pulls his shirt over his head and presses her fingers into his hard chest.
God his body feels even better than he looks. His back and chest are strong, and when she slides her fingers across them, he groans and bites her neck. His hands find her ass, pushing her crotch into his.
He's hard. Painfully so. Brenda thinks about seeing him again. Up close and personal at the Ranch. Her lips and tongue moving over his long thick member just like she remembered. Dylan may be skinny, less lanky than his teen self but his dick had always been big. Brenda hadn't even known in high school just how big until she started sleeping with other men years later.
Dylan slides his hands around the curves of her hips and waist, then along the neckline of her tank top. He traces it with his fingers, down and up and down and up again. His touch is so light she can barely feel it. Yet consuming at the same time.
Brenda squeezes her thighs around him, but he doesn't change his pace. Finally when she thinks she will explode if he doesn't touch her where she wants him too, he pushes the tank top out of the way. Under her breasts so she is on display.
Dylan takes a long look, his hands on her hips, his dick straining against his jeans.
"God…you're beautiful." He says and he strokes her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples. Pangs of pleasure shoot through her body, her sex screaming with desire.
She presses her mouth onto his, sucking hard on his lips. She grabs his hand, bringing it between her legs.
Dylan smirks, "Such impatience." His smile widening. He brushes his fingertips against the center of her yoga pants. She groans at the intimate touch. He presses harder, firmer over her pants. His lips against hers, "Tell me what you want." He breathes.
"Fuck me. Dylan…please." I beg, her voice needy.
"We aren't even close to ready for that yet." He informs her, a wicked glint in his eyes.
He lifts her effortlessly, laying her on her back. He peels the yoga pants down her thighs, tossing him carelessly to the floor. He moves over her, His lips kissing her, hard, his fingertips flirting with the edge of her panties.
"God." Brenda breathes. She tries to remember if it was always like this. It was but the time apart has made it more needy, more urgent.
Dylan presses his lips to her neck. A soft kiss, then harder. His lips press into her shoulder. Harder. His lips press into her collarbone. Harder. His lips close around her nipple.
"Fuck." She groans and arches her body into his. Her hands digging into his hair.
His tongue feels soft and wet as it swirls around. Then his teeth, she jumps from the pain as he bites it gently. It's a cross between pain and pleasure and makes Brenda moan loudly.
He slides his fingers up her thighs again. But this time, he strokes over her panties. Pressing the smooth fabric into her sex.
She is ready for him, desperate for him. He is torturing her. She isn't sure why. He was the one that came in here all horny, aggressive and cave man like. He has barely said more than two words to her since he walked through the door.
His fingers slip into her panties and finally she feels them against her bare skin.
"God, you're so wet." He mutters.
"Don't make me beg." Brenda whispers.
"I told you I would." His eyes playful and sinful.
Brenda's face must mirror her true feeling, disappointed, maybe frustrated is better. He stops touching her, his eyes burning with desire but careful. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No…I want you to fuck me." She says like it's obvious.
"Soon." He promises.
Dylan pins her to the couch and his lips trail down her body, kissing and sucking and nibbling. He lifts her ass, pulling her panties down to her knees and then off her feet. He pushes her legs apart, pinning her knees to the couch.
He nibbles her thigh, higher…and higher, his tongue slides over her clit and her body screams with pleasure. He presses his lips around her clit, sucking it gently. His tongue feels warm and soft and familiar again. She moans and tugs on his hair. His eyes, those goddamn brown eyes, fiery and intense, lock with hers and he smiles. Then he is back to his task, his task of lavishing her sex with attention. Brenda is so wet, and so close and even though she doesn't want to end this way, she wants all of him this time but she does nothing but absorb the sensations, the pressure in her center of his soft wet tongue.
Dylan moves faster, pinning her knees to the couch again. She feels his tongue, sliding around the edges, sucking on her lips. She feels his fingertips sliding up and down her thighs as his tongue makes his way around her. Back to the bud, as he presses fast firm circles into it. The tension inside her builds, harder and deeper as she gets closer with every lap. She starts to shake, she is so close to the edge and then he pulls back and Brenda is sure she is going to collapse. She reaches for him nails scratching his back and then she feels his tongue on her again. God he is driving her crazy. He gets her close so close again and stops.
"Damn it Dylan." Brenda says almost angry. Is this payback? Is this punishment for Jax?
"Tell me Bren what you want." He stands and looks down at her. Brenda pants staring at him, he smirks, "I can wait."
Brenda shakes her head vigorously, "No, no, no. No more waiting. I want you inside me now."
A groan escapes Dylan's lips, "Say it again."
"I want you inside me." Brenda repeats.
He moves faster now, shoving his jeans and boxers off his lean hips. A small giggle escaping Brenda's lips. He is over her in an instant and it doesn't seem so funny anymore. He kisses her, feverishly yet loving, affectionate, adoring. He reaches down grabbing his thick member rubbing her center with it wetting himself with her. Then without even a warning, he slides into her. Dylan's eyes go wide as she takes him in, like he can't believe it has finally happened. He groans loudly and presses his lips her hers again.
"Fuck." He hisses. And Brenda moans loudly. She brings her hands to his shoulders, then they slide tightly around his neck. Dylan thrusts slowly, sliding into her fully, then back to his tip, just to feel him enter her again. Dylan groans and digs his fingers into her skin but keeps the pace. He holds her tightly, kissing her neck, running his tongue up to her earlobe. "Baby." He breathes. It's intimate and needy and sexy. He rocks into her, filling her farther with every thrust. Brenda loses her self in the feeling. Her body pulsing with pleasure. No flooding with it.
Dylan shudders and Brenda knows he's close, she's close too. They've wanted it for too long. Dylan stops, his cock filling her as he kisses her softly. His lips suck on her lips, his teeth scraping against them gently. He stays inside of her still, lowering his head to her chest. He sucks on her nipples until Brenda pants. She brings her center against his, hinting to move again. He leans up a little. Looking into her soul. Suddenly he wraps his arms around her back, lifting her off the couch. Staying inside her as he lays her on the floor.
"Maybe I should carry you to my bed?" He says quietly. Knowing the couch is awkward to move, even though you couldn't tell by watching them before.
Her hands cup his cheeks, "No please. Too far." She presses her lips to his firmly. Dylan smiles against them. He leans his face to look at her. His hand moving her hair away from her face. His eyes staring into hers.
"I've dreamed about you. Ive been dreaming about you for five years." He says so honest Brenda swallows hard. "You feel just as amazing as you did all those years ago. Maybe better." He admits. Brenda reaches down and grabs his ass pulling him deeper, savoring the feeling of him inside of her again. He rocks his body into hers. Thrusting slow, powerfully and deep into her.
"Harder." She moans.
He squeezes her tighter, thrusting into her again and again and again.
She matches his movements to his, her hips rocking to meet him, to push him deeper inside of her. To hold him inside her for longer.
The tension builds, again and it hits her quickly this time. She clenches as he moves earning a low guttural groan from Dylan. His movements grow frenzied, She rocks her pelvis into him quicker, deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
Dylan matches her movements, his cock slamming into her now. She digs her nails into his back.
Almost. So close.
She feels all his skin on hers, his chest on her chest, his arms around her tightly. Their bodies pressed so tightly together sweat forms between them. They are hot, sticky and lovely compressed as one it almost seems.
"Come for me baby." Dylan pumps harder. His eyes on hers. Then all the tension releases as she does just that hard against him. She is holding on to him so hard she is scared she is drawing blood. The pleasure is more intense than anything she has experienced in her entire life and it feels like it isn't stopping soon. She knows she is moaning loudly, uncaring about anything but riding this out. The look on Dylan's face is magic. Some kind of lust and need she hasn't seen in forever.
He groans and shudders and Brenda breathes into his ear. "Come with me." Her orgasm showing no sign of ending. His teeth find her neck and he bites hard, then sucks. The pain and pleasure overwhelming. Brenda is sure he will leave a mark but doesn't even care.
He holds her tightly as he launches into the final thrusts, hard and fast and deep.
"Fuuuuuuck." He groans it out loudly and long as he comes, Brenda's orgasm spiking to the top again. His entire body clenching with the force of it as he spills into her.
He stays on top of her for a while after he finishes. Catching his breath, his arms around her, his breath on her neck. Eventually, he shifts, moving away and instantly Brenda feels the loss. He collapses next to her, pulling her body into his. She slides her head into the crook of his neck and he kisses her cheek.
"Should we talk about this?" Brenda whispers coming back to reality.
"Yes." He sighs, "But not now."
"So I guess the party tonight was fun?" Brenda can't help but talk anyway.
"It was alright. Why was Jax here?" Ahhh now it all making sense. His claim on her as he came in.
"He came to hang out. We watched a movie and then he left." Brenda says honestly.
"What movie?"
Brenda smirks, here we go, "Casablanca." Dylan stills, freezes. Silence surrounds the living room. Brenda looks up at him his eyes slowly meeting hers.
"You hate that movie." He says quietly.
"He does too." She keeps his eyes in hers.
He groans and shakes his head, "Well…that's interesting isn't it."
"Is it?" Brenda plays coy.
He growls possessively and moves so his face is in front of hers. "Fuck Casablanca." He spats, his hot breath moves across her lips.
"Exactly." She snaps back before Dylan's lips crash with hers again. He laces his fingers with hers. His tongue mixing with hers eagerly. Kissing her harder, possessively. Brenda grabs his face, passionately deepening the already hard kiss, "Fuck Casablanca." She repeats. Yeah Brenda could be just as possessive as he is. That fucking movie and that fucking summer. As she moves over him, straddling his hips she knows this is happening again…but this time she is in control. It's her turn to act like a jealous caveman.
*Hides out and peaks at you* Hit review my loves. God it's hot in here. *fans herself* Oh and FUCK CASABLANCA!
