I am in a non-canon mood so get ready for some non-canon chapters. I have had this one in my head for a while and I thought that I would give everyone their favorite non-canon couple.
Also, I wanted to thank everyone who reached out to me regarding the passing of my cat. It has been a rough week for me because I had the stomach flu but losing my cat was a horrible way to end my week. He was my sweetest boy and getting the call from the vet suggesting to put him down was by far the most tragic experience of my life. I am so blessed that I have not experienced the death of a close loved one and if I am a wreck when my cat passed, God help me when a human who I am close to dies. RIP Pablo. I hope you are enjoying all the duck, Doritos, and butterscotch pudding in whatever paradise you are in. You deserve it!
Note: The stuff before the party might seem a little weird but it ties into the plot of Tangled (Chapter 26)
Bloom and Brandon- An Engagement
He ran his fingers over the gold embossed cardstock, the letters feeling strange under his fingertips. He knew that this was a long time coming, everyone did. He just couldn't believe that she had said yes after everything that has happened.
Join Us to Celebrate the Engagement of Bloom Sparks and Sky Matthews! A small gathering will be held at Mr. and Mrs. Erendor and Samara Matthew's Estate on Saturday, July 3rd at 7 pm. Food and Drink will be Provided.
Brandon looked down at the invitation and took in a deep breath. He was happy for his friends but at the same time, would Sky have asked Bloom to marry him if he knew that she had been sleeping with his best friend for the past few months? By saying yes, did Bloom intend to send a message that she was done with their arrangement? Brandon held fast to the belief and practice that Bloom called the shots when it came to their relationship, that she could end it whenever she felt like it. But knowing that they would have to put a stop to their fun sent a small twinge reverberating through Brandon's chest. Deep down, he didn't want it to end.
During the time that he and Bloom had been...together...Brandon had gotten to know a lot about the young woman and girlfriend of his best friend. He learned more about her sister and her husband, Thoren, who was conveniently Sky's cousin. Once thought of as a raging bitch who was too stubborn for her own good, Brandon now regarded as a strong and headstrong woman who would not back down from a challenge. Especially when his dick was in her...
Brandon placed the invitation on the silver refrigerator in the corner of his kitchen. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his small, black phone. There was a message from Stella who was going through a fashion emergency and still turned to him when none of the girls were responding. He also had an email from Codatorta sent to his work email. The word URGENT splashed across the subject line sent Brandon clicking on the notification and opening his work email.
Good Morning Squire Industiries,
I am pleased to announce that the paperwork has been signed and filed for the merging of Squire Industries and Magix Inc. We are excited to join together with Magix Inc. and work with new people with high levels of experience and knowledge. There will be another email sent out to managers and coordinators with further information. Many changes to staffing will be made as we make adjustments for our future together with Magix Inc. that will hopefully suit the needs of the newly merged company. Please be patient while we make the necessary changes to make sure that the transition is as smooth as possible.
Thank you,
Fabrizio Codatorta, CEO, MBA
Closing the email on his phone, Brandon stuffed it back into his pocket before he opened a cabinet in his kitchen and pulled out a dark green mug painted with pink flowers. A gift that he had received from Helia and Flora's daughter along with a turquoise mug with bright purple seashells given to him by Aisha and Nabu's son. Would he soon be getting a mug from Bloom and Sky's child? Brandon really didn't want to think about that.
Clearing his mind from the thought of a little Bloom and Sky running around, Brandon set the flowery mug on the counter and grabbed the coffee pot off of the burner of the black coffee machine. He poured the hot liquid into the mug and took in a deep breath, letting the bitter and sweet aroma fill his nose. Brandon walked over to the refrigerator to grab the creamer when he was once again rudely greeted by the thick invitation staring right back at him.
Brandon huffed before he took the invitation off the refrigerator once again and turned it around. All he could see was the now backward engraving and the off-white color of the invitation. Ugh! What was wrong with him!? This shouldn't be affecting him in the way that it was. He was happy for his friends who were getting married after years of dating. But it didn't help that he was fucking one of them and thought of her when he touched himself at night.
Thought about her pink lips, bright orange hair, and soft skin. She always felt so good. In his hands, on his lips, around his...
Brandon quickly swung open the refrigerator and grabbed the creamer that he was looking for. He had to get finish getting ready for work or the impending engagement party would not be the only thing that he would have to worry about.
"Hey, Brandon," Brandon lifted his head up to look at the source of the voice, "you got a minute?" The man indicated with his thumb to follow him somewhere.
Brandon set down the files that he was reading and stood up from the desk in his small office.
"Yeah, is something wrong?"
"I don't know, the boss said that he wants to see you."
"Bishop?"
The man shook his head, "No, the boss."
Brandon swallowed, never having been summoned to Codatorta's office since he started working at Squire Industries nearly five years ago. His direct supervisor was Isaac Bishop, Head of Marketing, Brandon was just a team lead. Nevertheless, Brandon followed the man down the halls of the office until they reached a large door with a small plaque on the outside that read, F. Codatorta, CEO. The man left Brandon's side and if driven by some other force, Brandon lifted his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" a deep voice boomed from behind the door. Brandon took a deep breath and swung open the door.
Codatorta looked up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk and gave Brandon a welcoming smile. He didn't look scary, Brandon thought to himself as he looked across the room to the smiling man. Brandon had always heard that Codatorta, while passionate at times, was a reasonable and rational man. But Brandon chose not to make assumptions based on rumors.
"Ah, Mr. Gray, just the man that I wanted to see. Come, sit." Codatorta motioned to a chair in front of his desk.
Brandon's legs felt heavy as they carried him over to the leather chair in front of Codatorta's desk.
"I was told that you wanted to speak to me, sir."
Hazel eyes unconsciously glanced over the desk and noticed papers with headings like Staffing, Alterations, and Allocation. Fuck. He was getting fired. The email said that there would be staffing changes. Why would Codatorta fire him though? To soften the blow?
"Yes yes," Codatorta cleared a space on his desk, "I hope I haven't pulled you away from something important."
"No, sir."
"Excellent! Well," Codatorta's smile fell as he took in a deep breath, "I need to talk to you about something serious, Mr. Gray and I need you to know that we did not make this decision lightly."
Shit. This was it. Brandon was now preparing for the worst.
"Merging with Magix Inc. has not been easy and during that time, staffing choices were made and..."
Brandon stopped listening. All he could hear was the sound of his heart beating in his chest. He had never been fired before. He had left jobs but he had never been fired or let go. He thought that his work would have been good enough to keep him on during the merger. He knew from "water cooler talk" that Magix Inc. had bought out Squire Industries and that there would be cuts. Brandon just knew he was one of those cuts. Maybe he could pull Erendor aside at the party to talk about...
"Mr. Gray!" Codatorta shouted at the distant employee.
"I'm sorry, sir," Brandon blinked and looked ahead at the older man, "can you repeat what you said?" Bandon really didn't want to hear it.
"I said that Hagan from Magix Inc. and I want to put you in charge of their Outreach and Recruitment Department."
What the-
He hadn't been fired. He had been...promoted?
"I don't think that I understand, sir."
The smile returned to Codatorta's face, "As I said, we had to make staffing adjustments and their head has recently retired. I consulted Bishop who will work under the CFO and you will take over the Outreach and Recruitment department."
"Sir, I don't know what to say." Brandon couldn't help the shocked smile that appeared on his face.
"Say you'll accept the position?"
"Of course! Of course, sir!" Brandon reached forward to shake Codatorta's hand.
"Fantastic, Mr. Gray! I will coordinate with Hagan to schedule an onboarding for your new position and we will let you know when you will start. Of course, it won't be for a while as we finalize the merger and job placements. I suspect that your office will be relocated in the Magix Headquarters but what's a few blocks difference, right? You will have your own office, a salary increase, and you will work with an amazing team of men and women."
"Thank you." Brandon couldn't stop smiling, "Thank you so much, sir."
"You're welcome, you deserve it, son." Codatorta released Brandon's hand. "I'll tell you what, take the rest of the day off, enjoy your weekend. I'll give you plenty of time to celebrate. Maybe call your partner?"
Brandon's mind immediately went straight to Bloom. While not his partner, whenever they were together, they would chat about anything and everything. She would be thrilled to hear about his promotion, maybe even let him...
He shook his head of the thought. Returning back to reality, a wonderful reality nonetheless, Brandon thanked Codatorta yet again before leaving the large office and making his way back to his desk.
"Judging by the smile on your face, I take it you weren't fired?" the man who had brought him to Codatorta remarked as he leaned against the wall by Brandon's desk.
"Nope." Brandon gave a short reply as he began to gather his things.
"Leaving?"
"Yep."
The man chuckled, obvious to the sense that Brandon's head was not focused on whatever it was that he was saying.
"Well, have a good weekend then."
"You too, Jones. You too."
Grabbing the rest of his things, Brandon locked up the file cabinet and made his way out of the large office and back to his apartment; floating on cloud nine the rest of the way there.
But all good things had to come to an end.
When Brandon arrived back at his apartment, his eyes focused on the pale invitation in the middle of his silver refrigerator. It was like a light at the end of a tunnel that he would never reach the end of; teasing him, taunting him. He thought about the woman with the orange hair who he had grown closer and closer to in the past few months. It was a reminder that even though Bloom would tell him that she was his during moments of ecstasy, she really wasn't his. But he knew that, he just didn't need to be reminded of it.
Brandon grabbed the invitation off of the refrigerator and once again read the invitation.
Join Us to Celebrate the Engagement of Bloom Sparks and Sky Matthews! A small gathering will be held at Mr. and Mrs. Erendor and Samara Matthew's Estate on Saturday, July 3rd at 7 pm. Food and Drink will be Provided.
He memorized the details and turned around. Brandon walked over to the garbage can in the corner of the kitchen, pressed down on the small black lever, opening the lid, and threw out the invitation. He didn't want to look at the reminder that once again, Sky would always get what he wanted and Brandon, as always, would leave empty-handed.
But it wasn't like Bloom was his to have...ever. They weren't really in a relationship, they were just fucking. Nothing more. Bloom had made that very clear. He was just a means to an end and she was just a nice pussy to warm his cock. But the talks they had afterward, when she would open up and tell him about her past, her hopes and dreams, her sister and her husband and child, her friends, her...
He didn't want to think about whatever they had being over the minute that she said "I do" to Sky, his best friend. Could he tell Sky that he was sick? Maybe use the excuse of the promotion as a justification for needing to work on a Saturday? No, that wouldn't work. He was the best man, he couldn't miss it.
Brandon sighed as he resigned himself to the fact that he would need to be there, Saturday at 7 pm, to celebrate a couple where the groom to be didn't know that his bride-to-be was having an affair with the best man.
The Matthews were always a family to spare no expense on a party. The fine crystal was out and filled with champagne, there was a table filled with treats, and the large chandelier in the foyer was lit, illuminating the house in warm light. Brandon brought his glass to his lips and took a sip of the champagne as he looked around the large room. Everyone was in their best cocktail attire but his eyes stopped when he saw a flash of bright hair at the back of the room.
Bloom stood by Sky, her arm linked to his as she smiled and talked with the guests at the party. She would occasionally show off the large diamond ring on her slender finger, telling everyone that it was an old family heirloom, that it had belonged to Sky's great-grandmother. Sky would then tease in response, calling the ring the "Royal Jewels", promising Bloom that there was a matching necklace that he had intended to give to her to wear during the wedding. Everyone would then laugh in response but Bloom's smile would slowly fade, the implication that she could be bought or that she was with Sky for his money having an effect on her.
Brandon didn't know why Bloom really was with Sky. It had become clear, during their post-coital talks, that Bloom wasn't with Sky because of the money or the way that he had treated her. It was abundantly clear that when Bloom was underneath him, she wasn't with Sky because he was amazing in bed. While she did not say it, Brandon got the sense that Bloom was with Sky because she was comfortable, and being comfortable was easy.
But as Brandon sipped his champagne, he wondered what it would take for Bloom to get out of her comfort zone. He quickly gulped down the rest of his champagne, knowing that thinking in that way would be dangerous for him. He had absolutely no right to think the way that he did. He was being selfish and nothing good ever came out of him being selfish.
He wanted nothing more than to grab a fork off of the food table and clink it against his empty champagne glass. He would get the attention of everyone in the room. They would all think that he was preparing to make a toast celebrating the happy couple but instead, he would tell everyone about how he had filled almost every one of Bloom's holes. How she would scream out his name when she came, how she would let him fill her with his cum and tell him that her body belonged to him. All part of their little fantasy, but they didn't need to know that. And who would care about that when she had been cheating on Sky, her soon-to-be husband. But he wouldn't do that. He couldn't do that to Bloom.
"Brandon!" Brandon turned when he heard his name being called out throughout the room, his eyes landing on Sky, the source of the voice.
Brandon gave Sky a shy smile before he walked over to his blonde friend and his fiancé. He refused to make eye contact with the red-headed woman as he approached the couple, not wanting to do something stupid. No, it wasn't that. Brandon knew that he wouldn't do anything stupid, he was too smart for that. What he was worried about was losing control. Not of his desire towards Bloom but of his own emotions that he could not push aside. He wanted to tell her that she shouldn't marry Sky, she didn't love him. But that didn't mean that she loved him. She was just using him but he would rather be used by her, if that was the only way that they could be together. He would rather be used than nothing at all.
"What are you doing standing all by yourself? You should be enjoying the party! I thought that the best man was always supposed to be the life of the party?" Sky teased as those around him gave a soft laugh.
"I think that is just the bachelor party, my friend," Brandon answered with a forced chuckle of his own, trying not to ruin the light atmosphere of the party.
"Even so, you are the best man and you shouldn't be off on your own." Sky shrugged.
Sky placed a hand on Brandon's shoulder as he turned away and began talking with some co-workers from Eraklyon Enterprises. Brandon barely knew these people, if at all. He took a glance over at Bloom who looked just as uncomfortable as he was. He looked away when he was met with bright blue eyes.
Brandon felt more than uncomfortable being sandwiched between the couple. He wanted to laugh. He didn't know if it was because of the uncomfortable tension or because of his position between the couple; being physically between them now and being the person between the couple as he had been sleeping with the bride-to-be.
"Hey," Sky turned to look around Brandon and at Bloom, "I am going to join the guys from the office and my father outside. I'll be back in a few minutes. You wanna join, Brandon?"
"No," Brandon answered, "I think that I will talk to your fiancé for a bit."
"Don't go trying to talk her out of marrying me." Sky gave Brandon a teasing glare and lifted a finger off of his glass to point at Brandon, "Or worse, don't go stealing her away from me. I know how you tall, dark, and handsome types are."
Sky laughed and Brandon gave his own chuckle for good measure. God he was fucked...
Sky walked away with a few people from his father's company and disappeared into the crowd and outside onto the large patio. Brandon took a deep breath, not realizing that he had been holding his breath. He had never felt so tense. He prided himself on being cool and aloof, the reason that Stella was drawn to him originally and the reason he suspected that Bloom had eventually turned to him for discrete sex.
"I...I...I am glad that you came."
Brandon turned to look down at Bloom as she stammered nervously over her words. His eyes went down to her hands and she twirled the ring over her finger. Brandon needed a drink, he didn't want to look at her mess with that ring. Like the invitation, the ring offered the reminder that she wasn't really his.
"I'm to be the best man, I think that I have to show up to these things." Brandon cleared his throat and added for good measure, "Congratulations by the way."
"Thank you."
"I guess that I haven't talked to you since then."
"I didn't...I couldn't..."
"I understand, you were probably excited about the engagement. I know that I would be." Brandon gave Bloom a small smile, "You don't need to explain anything to me."
Bloom's entire body relaxed, feeling the tension begin to dissipate. Brandon really wanted to tell her that he had missed her, having not seen her for almost two weeks. Missing her in his bed and watching her as she peacefully slept. But this was neither the time or the place. Instead, as Bloom looked away into the crowd, Brandon looked her up and down. The short, dark blue dress hung loosely on her body, ending at her thighs and cut low enough in the front that he could see the top of her breasts from his view above her. Not the same as taking in her naked body on his bed or bent over whatever surface they could find in his apartment, but this would have to do.
"Brandon," Bloom's voice was sad and apologetic, "I-"
"I mean it, Bloom," Brandon snapped his eyes down to Bloom's face, "you don't have to explain anything to me."
He wasn't sure what he was talking about, fact that she hadn't contacted him in two weeks, or the fact that she had said "yes" to Sky, both of them knowing that she did not truly love the blonde man. Brandon could barely look at Bloom, her eyes filled with pity, as if she had hurt him. She hadn't. He had no reason to feel hurt, he wasn't the one that she was betraying. There was no reason to pity him.
But Bloom grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd of partygoers. Without the blonde man by her side, it was as if she were invisible. Brandon rolled his eyes at the thought. Who couldn't notice her and her beautiful and bright hair?
She led him through the crown and down an empty hall in the larger Matthew's estate. From there. Bloom turned into a small guest room, pulled Brandon inside, and shut the door behind them. She turned the lock on the door and turned to face Brandon.
What was she doing? Brandon thought.
"I think that we need to talk about this," Bloom stated, answering Brandon's unasked question.
"I told you, there is nothing that you need to explain. You were excited about your new engagement."
"No," Bloom sighed, "not that. You know that is not what I am talking about."
"Then enlighten me, Bloom." Brandon crossed his arms, "What is it that you are talking about?"
Bloom narrowed her eyes and breathed out through her nose, "I'm not doing this with you."
"Then I will be taking my leave." Brandon said in response, "Congratulations again."
Brandon made his way to the door, his hand on the silver knob before he heard Bloom's voice behind him.
"I don't want to...stop." Bloom ended her sentence with an exhale.
With an exhausted sigh, Brandon turned around and looked at Bloom. He took his hand off the doorknob and once again, folded his arms over his broad chest, the fabric of his shirt tightening over his back and chest.
"Stop?" Brandon asked for clarification.
"What we have, Brandon."
"You are going to be married, Bloom. I think that you should practice only sleeping with your husband."
Bloom clenched her jaw as she breathed out, "Brandon-"
"I know that I said that we would stop when you wanted to, but when is that going to be? Am I going to have to worry if your future children are going to come out with hazel eyes or blue? Brown hair or blonde? What if I find someone who loves me and I want to marry her? Bloom, when does it stop?"
"I don't...I don't..."
"You don't know?" Brandon took a step towards Bloom, lowering his arms at his side, "I hope you weren't as indecisive when you said 'yes' to Sky."
"Don't bring him into this."
"Don't bring him into this?!" Brandon threw up his hands, "He is the whole reason why we are doing this in the first place! I am fucking my best friend's now fiancé and you don't want me to bring him into this?!"
"Keep your voice down." Bloom hissed as she glared at Brandon.
"Why would you say yes to him?!" Brandon exclaimed, not heeding Bloom's command, "You don't love him! Why would you force yourself to be miserable? You don't need the money, your family is well off. You always complain about the way that he chews his food, the way that you always watch what he wants to watch. And Lord knows that you aren't with him for the sex or else we would not be having this conversation. So tell me, Bloom? Why are you with him?"
There was a silent pause in the room as Bloom averted her eyes from Brandon. He glared at her as his question hung in the air. She looked nervous, as if she were afraid to tell him why she had accepted Sky's proposal. Or maybe she was nervous about something else.
"So?" Brandon broke the silence.
"Because he loves me."
Her voice was so soft and unlike the strong voice that he had grown used to hearing.
"But you don't love him," Brandon repeated.
"So?" Bloom snapped her head up, "He loves me? Isn't that enough?"
Brandon sighed, "Don't you think that Sky deserves to have someone who loves him as well?"
"Are you telling me that I should have said no?" Bloom rolled her eyes, "I wasn't aware that you cared about Sky's feelings seeing as we have been fucking for the past few months."
Fuck it.
"Yes. I thought that you should have said no." Brandon replied candidly, "Honestly, I never thought that Sky would ask you. I thought that you two would eventually break up and you would find someone who you love and who loves you, we would end this arrangement that we created and part as distant friends."
Brandon took a predatory step towards Bloom, closing the distance between them.
"Does Sky know that his fiancé is getting fucked by his best friend?" Brandon reached forward and grazed the back of his fingers up Bloom's arm, "That his wife to be is such a little slut?"
Bloom shuddered under his touch and Brandon smirked as he watched Bloom lean into his touch. His hand wrapped around Bloom's arm and quickly turned her around and pulled her flush to his chest.
"I bet nobody knows how you spread your legs open for me and let me slam into that tight pussy and stretch that little ass of yours."
Brandon's lips hovered over Bloom's ear. A small whimper escaped Bloom's mouth. Brandon brought his hands down from Bloom's arms down her waist and slowly buried his hands under the hem of Bloom's dress. His hands began to run up the length of Bloom's thighs, the feeling of soft and warm skin meeting large hands.
"I wonder if you have ever said my name when you are with Sky, wishing it was me who was filling you up? Do you beg for his cum like you beg for mine? Do you lick your lips when you take it in your mouth? Do you take his cum in your mouth? Or are you a good girl and only swallow my cum?"
"Brandon..." Bloom moaned as she whined.
"Look at you now," Brandon's voice deep and slow, "a whole party outside here to congratulate you and Sky on your engagement, but here you are in a locked bedroom with me, your legs already spreading open for me."
His hand moved further up Bloom's legs and towards her inner thigh, her legs parting on reflex. The other hand moved up and grabbed the neckline of Bloom's blue dress and tugged down, her pale breasts escaping the dress and bra as he tugged. His hand began massaging her breast, rolling her hard nipple between his fingers.
"Mmm," Brandon groaned in Bloom's ear as he massaged her breast, "your tits always feel amazing. I wonder what people would say if someone were to walk in."
"I...I...I locked the door."
"Maybe I should unlock it." Brandon chuckled teasingly. "Let the world know how much of a slut you are; letting another man touch you like this."
He lifted Bloom's skirt over her hips, exposing her ass and the nude-colored thong underneath the dress. Brandon wasted no time in sliding over the small piece of fabric and placing his fingertips on Bloom's already wet slit.
"Already so wet for me," Brandon remarked as his fingertips moved over her clitoris. Bloom sucked in a breath and her head fell back on Brandon's shoulder.
"Brandon..."Bloom whined, "we shouldn't...not here."
"We shouldn't be doing this at all but you were the one who said that you didn't want to stop." Brandon turned his head to look into Bloom's hooded eyes. "So tell me that you want to stop and I will. Tell me to stop."
"Brandon..."
"Tell me." Brandon stilled his hands on Bloom's clitoris and breasts, "Just one word, and I will stop. If not, I am going to bend you over and tell you how I really feel about you saying yes to Sky. Treat you like the whore that you are."
Bloom responded by bringing her lips to Brandon's but he quickly pulled away.
"Use your words." Brandon commanded.
"Yes." Bloom whined, "Please. I don't want you to stop. I don't want to stop."
Brandon smirked as he continued his massaging, "That's what I thought."
Bloom bit down on her bottom lip as she did her best to hold back a moan but Brandon wanted to hear her, needed to hear her.
"Don't hold back, Bloom. I want to hear you."
"But there are others..."
"We do this my way or not at all." Brandon threatened, just like Bloom liked it.
"Yes, sir."
Brandon felt the blood rush down to his groin, his cock straining against the dark blue dress pants he was wearing. He needed to be in Bloom now.
"Fuck," Brandon groaned, "such a good girl." He thrust his hips forward, his crotch hitting Bloom's ass. "Do you feel what you are doing to me? You make me so hard."
Brandon felt as Bloom's hands had reached behind her and began to fumble at the belt buckle. Brandon laughed as he removed his hands from Bloom and with one large hand, he grasped both of her wrists in his hold and with the other hand, undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned the button, and pulled down the zipper of his pants before pulling out his hard cock.
Bloom's fingers grazed his hard member and Brandon let out a pleasurable groan. Brandon let go of her wrists and grabbed his cock as he returned his unfilled hand back to Bloom's dripping center.
"You are so ready for my cock. Wet and ready to be filled up."
"Please put it in me, sir." Bloom pleaded as she struggled to find a stable breathing pattern as Brandon moved his fingers.
"Do you think that you deserve it?" Brandon asked, "A lying, cheating, whore like you? You deserve nothing."
The small nub under Brandon's fingers began to twitch under his movements, "I don't think so." Brandon pulled his hand from Bloom's center as her knees began to buckle, "You don't get to come yet. I will tell you when you get to."
Brandon looked around the room and saw a large dresser at the side of the room, a large mirror hanging on the wall above it. That will work, Brandon thought to himself as he led Bloom over to the dresser and quickly bent her over. Her chest slammed onto the cold wood and she let out a small yelp.
Stroking his cock, Brandon used his other hand to run along the wide expanse of Bloom's round posterior.
"I swear this ass gets better every time I see it." Brandon remarked before giving the firm flesh a hard smack. Bloom threw her head back as she let out a loud moan. "You like that?"
"Yes, sir." Bloom answered as she returned her head down onto the dresser.
Brandon placed another smack on Bloom's ass. She let out another moan and Brandon could feel the pleasure of the fantasy begin to cloud his brain. Brandon had his best friend's fiancé bent over the dresser in the guest bedroom at their engagement party. Anyone could walk through the silent hall and hear them, know that it was them, and tell Sky. The room would be unlocked to find Brandon with his cock inside of Bloom and her tits hanging out on the dresser. But he didn't care. In this moment, Bloom was now his and he didn't want it to ever end.
Giving his cock one last firm stroke, Brandon lined himself up with Bloom's vaginal entrance and snapped his hips forward. As he plunged into Bloom, he could feel the walls of her vagina tighten around him and each time he felt like he would cum in seconds.
"Bloom," Brandon said as he took the time to recompose himself.
"Yeah?" Bloom sighed as she looked back at Brandon.
"I am going to destroy this pussy."
Bloom gasped as Brandon grabbed her hips in both of his hands and began to dive in and out of the warmth of Bloom's tight core.
The dresser banged lightly against the wall as Brandon pistoned in and out of Bloom. Her long hair moved against her back and her ass bounced every time Brandon's hips would meet her as he bottomed out inside of her.
"Oh God, Brandon." Bloom moaned. "Yes, fuck me like that."
"Is this what you wanted?" Brandon growled.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." Bloom panted.
Brandon removed a hand from her hips and leaned forward and placed a hand around Bloom's neck. He lifted her head up so that she was looking into the large mirror and Brandon's hand tightened slightly around the pale column of Bloom's neck.
"Look at yourself as I fuck you." Brandon commanded and Bloom made eye contact with Brandon through the mirror. "I said look at yourself, not me."
"Yes, sir." Bloom quickly brought her eyes to her own reflection.
"Good girl," Brandon praised, "always doing what I say like the good slut that you are. God, look at you. Bent over, taking some other man's cock. You could have said no. You could have had this cock whenever you wanted. But no, you had to say yes. You didn't say yes because you love him? Why then? Are you such a whore that you couldn't wait to cheat on Sky as a married woman? That would be the ultimate betrayal. Such a bad thing to do for such a good girl."
Brandon squeezed tighter to the sides of Bloom's neck, eliciting a soft moan.
"Do you like it when I squeeze your neck like this?" Brandon asked.
"Y...y...y...yes, sir. It feels...feelsssss...oh fuck...so gooddddah..." Bloom answered through a moan as Brandon never let up on his attack on her tight pussy.
"You are just so perfect." Brandon stated as he removed his hand from Bloom's neck and placed it on top of her head. He pushed down and her head was back on the dresser, her cheek hitting cool wood.
"Now, stay like that as I fill that pussy up, baby." Brandon instructed as his hand remained on top of Bloom's head.
Bloom's pants and moans soon turned into yelp and quiet screams as the tip of Brandon's cock was surely bruising her cervix. He would fuck her raw if he had to, he would make her cum and then gladly explode inside of her and fill her with his hot cum.
Brandon quickly felt the rapid clenching of Bloom's vagina around his hard cock as he moved in and out, signaling the arrival of Bloom's orgasm. With his hand still on her head and her cheek on the dresser, Bloom couldn't move as his other hand was on her hips. As a result, Bloom's legs trembled underneath her and she let out a yell as she came.
"OH FUCK, BRANDON! FUCK ME!"
Brandon chased his own orgasm with fierce determination. He needed to finish before they were found out, Bloom's cry of ecstasy louder than any of them would have rationally wanted. While the fantasy of being found out was fun, the reality of it happening was mortifying. However, with a few more snaps of his hip, Brandon felt the explosion happen in his groin and radiate throughout his body.
"OH SHIT!" Brandon exclaimed as he unloaded inside of Bloom.
He felt as the cum hit every surface inside of Bloom and begin to coat around his cock. Brandon collapsed on top of Bloom, the fabric of his shirt hitting her back. For once, Brandon was glad that he had not managed to make Bloom squirt as he had done in a few prior sexual encounters. That was a stain he certainly didn't want to have to try to explain away.
Placing a soft kiss on the bare skin of Bloom's shoulder blade, Brandon pulled out of Bloom and opened a drawer, grabbing a pillowcase that had been tucked inside. Must have been an extra if a guest needed one. Most likely intended for an actual pillow but cleaning off a cock would be its intended purpose for the night.
Brandon cleaned himself off and stuffed his cock inside of his pants. He zipped his zipper, fastened his button, and buckled his belt before handing the pillowcase to Bloom. Usually, he would have made sure that Bloom was alright, that she wasn't hurt or that she was satisfied. However, when a small flash of light crossed his eye, his gaze was brought down to the large ring on her finger, and was reminded that Bloom still wasn't his. It was like being kicked in the stomach.
"Here," Brandon placed the pillowcase by Bloom's head after she made no effort to grab the pillowcase. He stepped away from Bloom and walked over to the door after adjusting himself and making sure that he was presentable. Unlocking the door, he placed his hand on the knob and turned to face Bloom who had now risen upright and was staring at him.
"You might want to make yourself presentable," Brandon said through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, doing his best to hold back the words he truly wanted to say, "your fiancé is probably wondering where you went. Oh, and congratulations again on your engagement."
Brandon opened the door and without a final glance, walked out and left Bloom inside wondering what to do next.
Sorry to leave it like this but y'all know that there is going to be another BloomxBrandon chapter in the future lol. Let me know what you think. I am not used to writing from the male perspective because I am better at writing what I know and as a heterosexual cisfemale, female sexual experiences with individuals with penises are all I really know. So hopefully I did alright.