Levyruth18, your review made me sooo happy as well. So much so that I'm posting this way ahead of schedule!
And a little warning: Shit's getting real ;) (But it's only the beginning) - Like my other stories, this is for mature eyes only.
Day 5.
She was startled awake by a shadow looming on her lying frame, and the sensation of a presence over her, way too close, that almost smothered her breath. She reflexively sent her knee kicking in the direction of what she sensed was the assailant's groin.
"Ow!"
"You? Are you insane? You scared the crap out of me!"
She straightened up in the grass to watch him roll away on the ground in pain.
"Jesus, girl! Ye missed my nuts by this much!"
"I thought you were a rapist, ye frigging psycho!"
"Ye're the one falling asleep in the middle of a fucking park! In South Boston, of all places! That's like asking for trouble."
"Don't turn the tables, here, mister! You're the one causing trouble!"
"Say that to the lad I found lurking around ye when I got here…"
"Right, so now because you're a knight in shining armor, I'm supposed to let you do whatever you want? No, thank you! Plus, you're late, that's the reason why I fell asleep."
"Okay!" He raised his hands in surrender, kneeling in the grass. "I'm sorry I scared ye; I thought ye'd be happy to see me."
She fell back in the grass to finally catch her breath and sigh. "What were you doing over me anyway?"
"Ye were, like, moaning in yer sleep; I wondered if ye were having a wet dream or something."
"So what if I had been? Ye thought you could jump in?" She rolled her eyes, glaring at him.
"I told ye, I thought ye'd be happy to see me… Seems I was wrong," he answered, finally a little sheepish.
"Yeah, next time, make sure I'm conscious, and, I don't know, ask."
"Right, like there'll be a next time! I barely kept my balls this time around, and I kind of like 'em, ye know."
She snorted and closed her eyes, taking the time to properly awaken her fuzzy brain. What had she been dreaming about? The afternoon sun was nicely warming her body; she'd been basking in a sensation of heat and she was feeling swollen down between her legs. Something about a hot shower. Virile bodies, but lean, not too bulky. Dark ink on pale skin. She had not been herself; she was a man as well in that dream… With tight golden abs. Then a cocky dark-haired idiot, with thin lips under a small beauty mark, and squinting blue eyes, had been kneeling before her. She had watched her own erection grow as he approached his lips. She'd sensed that so thoroughly, as if she'd known exactly how that must feel. When she'd grabbed it with her hand, she'd even seen the word 'Veritas' written in ink on her forefinger. She'd seen the kneeling man smile knowingly, and part his lips to dart out his tongue.
Until that same idiot had woken her up at the worse possible moment!
"What were ye dreaming about, lass?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
She opened her eyes to peek at him, and he was sitting cross-legged by her side, browsing through the pages of her sketchbook.
"I've already told you those are private! Don't you have any sense of personal space?"
"Why is one detached?" He ignored her.
But she smirked. "Take a look at it."
She didn't wonder why he remained uncharacteristically speechless. It was the final draft she'd made of both brothers fooling around on the park bench. She was proud of it. Except, perhaps, for its peculiar subject, it was almost professionally done. You could nearly feel Connor's tongue slide up on his brother's throat. And this one's hand wrapped around the other's hard member. It was surely graphic, and yet sweet somehow. Loving.
"What do you think?"
He painfully cleared his throat. "It's, em, very lifelike…"
She straightened up on her elbows to peer at him, surprised at how emotional he had become. So, she tenderly smiled. "It's for you; you can keep it."
His eyes shot up to watch her back, as if he didn't believe her at first. As if the gift was too much.
"I can't." He shook his head back-and-forth, suddenly anxious.
"Hide it if you must. Fold it in your wallet or something. So that, when he's not here, well, he'll still remain kind of here with you, right?" She softly whispered.
He swallowed hard. "Em… Okay. Thanks." And so, he tucked it away.
Then, they fell silent for a long, peaceful moment.
He came to lie down next to her, shoulder against shoulder, the back of his hand gently brushing the back of hers, while they watched the clouds.
However, after some time listening to his slow breathing, she heard him stir. And when she glanced his way, he was leaning on his elbow, turned on his side, observing her.
"Stop staring, you freak!"
"Jesus! I was going to kiss ye, but now I changed my mind!"
She tensed a bit. What would a kiss mean to this budding friendship? Would it lead to more? After sleeping with her a few times, her ex-boyfriend had dumped her with harsh words that she would never forget. This one would inevitably get tired of her even faster. She bit her lip, not knowing what to answer. However, he didn't need her to:
"I changed my mind because I think I'll wait for ye to kiss me instead."
She raised an eyebrow at him, still lying on her back with an arm cushioning her head, the other -the one on his side- alongside her body. So, when he shifted closer, that hand was grazing his thigh. He leaned over her, edging near her lips without ever closing the small gap left. His nose brushed hers, then moved to scrape the skin on her cheek, until his mouth reached her ear. He was lying against her side now, one hand set very carefully on her stomach to keep his balance.
She remained frozen. She wondered why her brain was drawing a blank. But it was a familiar sensation. Since she'd first had sex, she'd realized her body didn't respond normally. She was like a deer caught in the headlight.
However, when others had insisted, had carried on anyway, this man -whose name she didn't even know- stopped right there at her limit. Right on her threshold but not pushing his way through the door. He only whispered in her ear:
"I'm not going to kiss ye. I'm certainly not going to try and sleep with ye. I'll wait. I'll wait until ye're so turned on ye won't be able to stop yerself. And ye'll be the one to fuck me."
She inhaled sharply, her cheek flushing crimson and her dark eyes glistening with a sudden lust. That made him smile, spurring him to go on:
"One day, I'll be sitting on our bench over there, minding my own business, and ye'll come to me. So wet and ready that it'll make me instantly hard. Ye'll look at me with those heavy eyelids like ye have now. Ye'll order me to take my cock out right there and then because ye can't bear to delay it another fucking second. Right here in the middle of the park; fuck all these people! Maybe ye'll be wearing a little skirt so ye'll be able to just straddle me. Trust me, ye'll be so fucking soaked down there that it'll pool down all over yer thighs. And when my dick springs up, so fucking hard and throbbing for ye, ye'll only need to get above me and slowly descend until I slide in."
She whimpered. His hot breath in her ear was getting as rasp and shallow as hers. The fingers on her stomach had found a thin strip of flesh between the hem of her shirt and her waistband, where it could slowly trace a goosey path, back and forth. She felt dampness flood her panties, so much that she got convince it would stain. And her heart rate was through the roof.
"That's right, lass, close yer eyes. Feel it. Ye feel me inside of ye? It's all cozy and warm and exquisitely squishy." They both chuckled but he kept going: "Though I won't do a fucking thing. Even then, I won't fuck ye. Ye'll still be the one to do the leg work, lassie. I won't fucking help ye. Ye'll get up on yer knees, just so ye can feel all the length of my cock slipping off inside yer divine cunt. All the way. Every fucking centimeter of it brushing against yer sleek tight hole. And then back down again. All the fucking way. So fucking hot and wet and tender that it'll make ye cry out for God. Until yer ass slap on my thigh and ye feel me filling ye whole. But it won't hurt a bit. It'll feel like fucking heaven on earth because ye'll be the one to make sure yerself enjoy every second, babe. I won't even touch ye unless ye tell me to. But, Christ, I'll be dying to lick yer lovely throat and suck on that deliciously tanned skin of yers and even suckle on yer perky little tits until they're so taut they could cut through glass."
His tongue darted out to swiftly skim her earlobe, and she gulped. It had been so fast she wondered if she'd dreamed it. Although when he started whispering with his velvety voice in her ear again, blowing hot air on her feverish skin that his light stubble was making raw, she felt the damp spot he'd left there. The goosebumps spread down on her bust. She didn't dare move as if she could break the spell and he would stop. At this point, she would give anything for him to never stop.
"Do ye feel it lass? Because, fucking Christ, I do! I can feel ye drenched in yer own juices, clenching my dick inside of ye as ye go faster and faster. And Jesus, ye can't get enough. Ye just pound down on me over and over without pause. It's slick and dirty and maybe everyone's staring but that won't stop ye. Ye're like possessed with that thirst and ye're rendering me powerless. I feel like I'm going to burst inside ye any second now. But ye control it. Ye don't let me get there yet, not until ye're satisfied and then some more. Christ, I could fucking beg ye, lass; do ye feel how fucking close I am?"
He etched closer to her on the grass, and her hand felt the bulging in his jeans. But instead of getting scared, she clasped it as if she needed to hold on for dear life. He groaned and let his forehead heavily fall on the side of hers, panting as if he'd run miles now. Gasping for air, she felt like she was vibrating with a lust so strong she thought she might come from the sound of his voice alone.
"Aye, lass. Right there. That's because ye're hotter than anything I've ever had before. That's just from the thought of ye screwing me brainless right fucking here. That's right. In and out, so fast and hard I can't even think anymore. It's so real I can just feel it right now. I can feel ye move up and down on me so hard. Don't stop for anything. It's so fucking good. And I swear ye're seeing stars, screaming in me ear 'cause ye're so fucking close as well. It's pulsing inside ye, sizzling hot, and that heat is slithering up yer spine like fucking lightning. And fuck! If ye don't come all over me, I know I'll fucking die from that deprival."
She let out a resounding moan she couldn't keep in. And it astounded her. Her hand squeezed the stone-hard cylinder shape behind his fly, rubbing it unconsciously. His own hand on her stomach stopped in its track as he clamped her skin, losing control for a second, making him pause.
"Jesus, lass, I'm going to jizz in my pants…"
She tried to open her eyes but found herself blind for a second. She had forgotten where they were, what reality they lived in. The sky was the first thing she managed to focus on as the fog cleared, though she frowned. It was now filled with menacing dark-gray clouds. That's when she felt the drops of water on her face.
"Is… Is it raining?" she asked, still dazed.
"Good thing is, at least we're completely alone." He had raised his head to peer around. "Shit, yer drawings!" he then exclaimed, more sharp-minded than she was at the moment.
He leaped to grab the sketchbook as the drizzle started to intensify. She straightened up as well, struggling to stand on her shaky legs, hypnotized by the dry shape of both their bodies impressed on the grass. What had just happened? She felt like she'd just had sex for the first time in her life. Except that wasn't the case. First, she wasn't a virgin before, and then, they had barely touched each other.
Although she couldn't dwell on that issue since she was quickly getting wet –and not in the good way this time.
After tucking her notebook under his own shirt, he grabbed her hand. They began to run together down the path, searching for somewhere to take refuge. Once out of the park, they finally reached a building's porch to hide under and wait out the rain.
They laughed giddily at each other's bedraggled appearances. Their hair sticking to their faces, their sodden clothes. When they both started to shiver from the cold, he wrapped his arms around her. She rubbed his sides energetically to try and warm him up. The sketchbook was stuck between then, preventing them from feeling the other's body snuggled close.
When she peeked up to meet his eyes, she found them full of mischief. Watching her with a small satisfied smile tugging on his rosy lips. So, she stood on her toes and softly, almost timidly, brushed the corner of his mouth. He reflexively closed his eyes, parting his lips in answer. Although, as he'd warned her, not doing a thing except leaning his head a little, to give her better access. She nuzzled the bristles on his chin first, then her lips brushed up to find his.
The rain stopped.
So, instead of going down that slippery slope, she swiftly pecked at his beauty mark, before taking a step back. Next, she brusquely tugged on his shirt, getting a pleasant glimpse at his fine abs, and fetched her sketchbook out of his belt.
"Well, see you tomorrow, player."
Then, she ran away.