Music blared around her. It was so loud she could feel the vibrations throughout her entire body, unable to tell the thumping of the bass from her own heartbeat. Blossom ventured through the party, trying to go unnoticed, chaotic strobing lights flickered and flashed all around her.
She was lucky that villains were so theatrical, otherwise she never would've been able to pull off a mask. This wasn't a costume party afterall. Still, nobody batted an eyelash seeing her, half of the guests were wearing something utterly ridiculous themselves. Without the mask she would be spotted right away and one could only imagine the trouble that would ensue.
She needed to get a better view, the sporadic light that was illuminating her face every few seconds wasn't helping her nerves. It's true that she could easily take out the vast majority of the people here, but not all at once. Some of them would put up a damn good fight. She couldn't risk being recognized.. Not until her sisters got there at least. Even then, she wasn't so sure she wanted to deal with them. How many people were at this party, at least 30 she guessed. Ten to one. Those odds were nothing if they were normal people, but they weren't, and odds weren't in their favor. Especially, with more guests still arriving.
They were mostly coming to keep an eye on everything, making sure nothing got too out of hand. If a situation arose, they would handle it, like they always did. For now, she was alone in a room of villains. Criminals that hated her and everything she stood for with a fiery burning passion. Evil people who would give anything to watch her demise.
She made it off the dance floor, only having been grabbed or pulled into a dance a handful of times. Flying was out of the question. To avoid being caught, one had to blend in. Since she didn't know very many villains who could fly, that was out. Instead, she walked leisurely towards the stairs trying to get to the second floor. She could see from the dance floor that there was a balcony on the second floor overlooking the first, that could give her a better view.
Blossom swore she could feel eyes on her, boring into her from behind.. but when she whipped around to look, she saw nothing, the rest of the party still buzzing around her. Oh well, it had been a long night and she was tired. Continuing her way up the spiral staircase, she finally made it to the second floor. She had just been about to let out a quick sigh of relief when she spotted a familiar face. Well, all the faces were familiar.. they were all her lifelong enemies, but this one caught her a little off guard. Was that.. Butch Jojo? A Rowdyruff boy? She furrowed her brows. She had only gotten a glimpse before she lost him in the crowd.
Her weary pink eyes darted around from person to person, unable to locate him she decided to go for the safest option and retreat to an empty room. She needed an ETA on her sisters anyway, she'd feel instantly better knowing they were around. Being alone there gave her the creeps, she'd felt on edge the entire time. There were a few rooms lining the wall to the left of the staircase. Few people were roaming over there, most of them were to the other side, in a lounge area. She went for a door at random.
Knock Knock
She put her ear to the door, it seemed to be empty.. but the last thing she wanted to do was walk into a room and find Sedusa slithering onto her latest catch. She shuddered at the unwelcome thought, but slowly cracked the door open. It was dark, only faintly illuminated by the light of the moon that was shining through the open window. She left it that way and strode in, clicking the door closed on her way to the window. She paid little attention to the rest of the room, giving it only a brief glance. She touched the perfectly painted window sill, tracing along the wood grain with her fingertips, while peering outside. Outside was where she wanted to be, well anywhere but the place she currently was, more accurately. She pulled her cell out, noting the time and sent a text to her sisters, before setting it on the ledge.
A drawn out sigh escaped her lips as she leaned down, folding her arms across the window sill, looking for a moment of peace.. It wasn't to be though. She shifted her hip and a rush of horror fell over her as she felt her butt brush up against something, or more, someone..
She whipped around, immediately standing taller as she realized she was eye level with his chest. Her eyes moved up, trying to figure out who it was, stopping only when she locked onto a pair of calculated crimson eyes.
Crimson eyes… She'd only seen one pair like these in all her life. Silently, she took a step back, until she felt her hips hit the ledge of the window. Her hands went back automatically, feeling behind her.
His lips curled into a sinister smile, he took a step closer to her, leaving her no room to make an easy escape. "Now what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" His voice was dark and ominous, more so than she even remembered. But it had been a long time..
She didn't like the feeling of being trapped, she felt like cornered prey. She tore her eyes from his and glanced around him, at the door. He quickly blocked her view, shifting so he was all she could see.
A hand reached out, gently brushing away the hair from her shoulder, "You know, you probably should've put your hair up. It's a dead giveaway.. For someone who's trying to be discreet."
"Who says I'm trying to be discreet?" She finally broke her silence.
"What's with this then?" A hint of intrigue flashed across his face as his hand found the edge of her mask. As much as she wanted to, she didn't push him away or try to stop him. He knew who she was, so it wasn't serving her any purpose at the moment. She needed to buy some time, until Buttercup and Bubbles could get there, and provoking him wasn't the way. She knew that from their many encounters over the years. He had a hell of a temper.. When they were kids, they were more evenly matched, but as they'd grown Brick had proven to be a much harder fight to win. Who knew how much stronger he had gotten since then?
He lifted the mask over her head, carefully, and then tossed it to the ground. Immediately bringing his fingers back up to graze her soft face. Her pink eyes met his again, in the darkness of the room. His hand drifted lightly from her cheek to her neck.. Her eyes flickered shut and she felt herself relax at his touch. No. No.. That was wrong. She should be tensing up. She heard him smirk and her eyes shot back open. She removed his hand now, setting it at his side, nonchalantly.
"What are you doing here, Blossom?" His tone had a hint of warning to it.
She shrugged, keeping her own tone cool. "Just.. Keeping an eye out."
He squinted his eyes ever so slightly. "The only illegal activity you'll find here is people smoking weed and it might be loud enough to issue a noise complaint." He paused, studying her face. "These kinds of petty crimes are beneath you."
His voice sounded like it was taking on a more harsh tone now. It was time for her to leave. "I agree." She said, and she meant it.. If that's all that was happening. Honestly, she guessed it probably was. Nothing seemed to be amiss. "Guess it's time I take my leave then." She stepped slightly closer to him, filling the very small gap that had been between them. He moved out of the way, letting her pass, much to her surprise. While she really didn't want to turn her back on an enemy, it was the only way out and she wouldn't show him any weakness. Calmly she began walking to the door.
"Don't you need this?" He held up her previously discarded mask. She turned back to grab it, but he pulled it out of reach before she could take it. He gave her a not so subtle once over, a wicked little grin playing on his face. "You've really.. grown into yourself." She furrowed her brows, slightly confused by his demeanor. He slipped the mask back on her, again, she didn't try to stop him. And then she was out the door, breathing a sigh of relief.
She was halfway across the party when she noticed her phone was missing. Shit. She'd left it on the ledge of the window. She prayed it would still be there.
When she opened the door, she expected Brick to still be standing there, but he was gone. She grabbed her cell, only stopping for a moment to examine the room. Where had he been when she came in the first time? Hiding in the shadowy corner? She shuddered at the idea, once again leaving the room.
"You're sure that nothing of interest happened before we got there last night?" Buttercup paced the living room of Blossom's apartment.
"Nothing worth mentioning."
While she really did believe that, there was also a small part of her that felt guilty for not telling her sisters about seeing Brick. But really, what was there to even mention. He hadn't done anything, even when he had her alone and cornered. They would just get worked up over nothing, it wasn't worth it. At least, that's how she rationalized it.
"Just seems weird that they would all gather and really not be up to anything.." Buttercup sighed, plopping down on the velvety sofa.
Blossom laughed. "I get that. But it was a party.. Maybe they actually just wanted to let loose." Brick had assured her that there was nothing illegal going on, well nothing important anyway. Even she wasn't a stickler for weed or noise. She'd outgrown getting worked up over things like that years ago. Truly, the only interesting thing that had happened during her time there.. was seeing Brick. Not that she found him interesting. Just, it had been quite a while since she'd last seen him and though it was dark, one couldn't help but notice how he'd... changed.. Over the years.
Buttercup was mid rant about her theories on what really went down at the party, when Blossom received a text. It was from an unknown number:
Coffee shop on 20th. Come alone.
That was peculiar. How had anyone gotten their hands on her number? "Hey BC, hate to cut you short." She interrupted, "But I have a paper to drop off to my English Professor."
It wasn't a lie. She had been about to head that way before Buttercup got there. Now she was just making another stop along the way. Maybe she should've been more cautious about the mysterious message. Maybe it would've been a good idea to tell Buttercup.. But it said to come alone, and she wasn't a helpless girl, she could easily defend herself if anything went wrong. Plus.. It was a coffee shop of all places.
There was no time, so she assumed that meant asap. Having the ability to fly came in handy in situations like these.. not that things like this happened often. After taking a few minutes to get ready, she went straight there. She could go for a coffee anyway, a nice caffeine boost sounded great right about now.
It crossed her mind that she might be about to walk into a trap, but she ignored her initial gut feeling and went inside. She tried to keep her glances around the shop to a minimum, as she approached the counter and ordered a large coffee. There wasn't really a wait, since she ordered something so simple, she took the drink and went to an empty table by the window. She didn't see anyone or notice anything that caught her attention, so she leisurely sipped her coffee and waited for someone to approach her.
"Do you always do as you're told?" His familiar voice came out as a low murmur from over her shoulder.
She Slowly turned around to face him, not wanting to cause a scene. "Brick." her face was one of perplexity.
He walked around the table and sat opposite her. "You really shouldn't blindly follow orders." He advised her, raising an eyebrow. "It could've been a trap."
She took a sip of her drink. "It still might be... Given the face behind the text."
His eyes locked onto hers. "Well I could've sent something like, 'Hey, this is Brick. Wanna grab a coffee?' But then I'm sure you wouldn't have come."
"Idunno.." The way she smiled could have easily been misinterpreted as flirtatious. "I might've bit the bullet."
His own expression turned into a smirk, "You're not exactly the same Blossom that I remember."
"What's it been.. like, seven years?" She asked, not really having to think about it. "People change."
"Does that motto extend to everyone.. or just superheros?"
"Everyone." She said, humoring him. She leaned a little closer, over the table. "Some people grow more villainous." His smirk turned into an amused smile. "So, to what do I owe this… pleasure?" She asked finally.
For some reason, even hearing a word as simple as pleasure come out of her innocent mouth.. seemed too good to be true. "We didn't have much of a chance to catch up last night."
She squinted her eyes a little, "I didn't realize we were on such friendly terms." It was neither a question nor a statement.. something in between.
"We've known each other for a long time." He offered.
She took another drink of her coffee. "We've only ever known each other in one way. As enemies.. Unless you're saying you came for a rematch?" She raised an eyebrow.
Brick scoffed. "I don't hit girls."
"I'm not a girl." She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "I'm a woman. And I can defend myself."
He bit his lip. There were those eyes again.. travelling down her white blouse and lingering and lingering. There were a few buttons left undone from the top and her cleavage was visible. "No doubt about that."
"If that's all, then I have somewhere I need to be." She stood, pushing her chair slightly with the back of her leg. Without another word, she headed for the door, making her way outside.
It had been a week since she'd met up with Brick at the coffee shop, for no apparent reason. He never actually did say why he'd asked her there. Just to 'catch up'? Bullshit. She had never been that naive, even in her youth.. to think that she would believe something so ridiculous. For some reason he kept crossing her mind though. In the daylight she had gotten a much better look at him. It appeared that he had retired his old red cap, instead, half of his hair had been pulled into a bun and the rest of it had been down, resting a couple inches below his shoulders. He was clean shaven and had a jawline and bone structure that could cut glass. Much to her dissatisfaction.. he was quite pleasant to look at. If not for the fact he was a villain, he might even be prime real estate.
She was snapped out of her wildly inappropriate thoughts, by her vibrating cell phone. Only half paying attention, she turned her screen on. Speak of the devil.. There was an address, nothing else. She eyed the message on her phone curiously, before replying:
Someone told me I shouldn't blindly follow orders..
Not a second after she hit send, she got a reply:
What idiot said that?
She found herself smiling stupidly at her phone.
Once again she had decided to make what was probably a terrible decision. Why? She couldn't figure it out.. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but for some reason she found him.. Intriguing.. Compelling somehow. Still, knowing everything she'd ever known about him, she walked up to the front door and rang the bell. It was the middle of the night, and she was alone outside of her arch nemesis' house.. having told nobody where she was going. Thankfully this part of town wasn't bad. Wasn't she supposed to be smarter than this?
Brick answered the door, leaning against the wooden frame, smiling amusedly. This girl really wasn't making very wise choices, was she? Not that he was complaining. Now he had her in his house. On his own turf.. Good luck Blossom. "Now what on earth would possess a nice girl like you to accept an invitation to a known criminal's house?" He moved out of the way, to let her in.
Blossom shook her head slightly, and stepped inside, removing her shoes. "I haven't the slightest fucking clue." She admitted, and for the most part, it was true.
He closed the door, leaning over her slightly as he did. "I think I might have an idea." He whispered, listening as her breath hitched ever so slightly. He walked further into the house and she followed, silently. His place was nice, not like she'd expected at all. Once they stepped out of the foyer, the place opened up considerably. There were tall ceilings and impressive decor, most surprising to her though, was how tidy everything was kept.
"Are you sure this is your place?" She asked in awe, "You didn't just lock the real owners in a closet and take over the house did you?" She was only half joking.
"I wouldn't do something like that." He guided her to the couch, his hand on her lower back. "I'd be too easy for them to escape." His voice was low and drawn out, almost menacing. She felt her heart start to race, but tried to ignore him. He was just trying to fluster her. "Can I get you something to drink?" He asked, satisfied with himself. "Water? I assume you don't drink?.."
She scoffed. "Brick. I'm 23." There was a gleam of something in his eye. "I'm not a 16 year old girl anymore. I might be a superhero.. but I'm not a nun."
He stared at her for a moment, intrigued. "I'll be right back then." He started for the kitchen.
"I can trust you with my drink, right?" She called after him.
He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. "Do you wanna come babysit?" He teased. She smiled but didn't get up.
When he returned, he was holding two glasses of red wine. He took the seat next to her on the cushiony grey sofa, handing her a drink. He was almost a little taken aback when she didn't try to inspect it or sniff it before taking a long drink. She really had changed.
"I didn't realize you were back in Town." She admitted, halfway through her drink. "Are you staying long?"
He raised an eyebrow at her playfully. "Are you trying to get rid of me already?"
"No." She looked up at him through long black lashes. "Maybe-" she cut herself off, downing the rest of her wine.
He was suddenly very interested, watching her with amused red eyes. "Maybe what?" He demanded, not taking his eyes from hers. He leaned in closer, trailing his fingers over her thigh.
His touch sent a chill down her spine, but she didn't pull away.. She liked the way it felt, sexy and a little dangerous. She bit her lip and eyed his unfinished glass of encouragement. Noticing, he swiped it from the coffee table and slipped it into her fingers, without a word.
Having had about a glass and a half of wine, Blossom was beginning to feel pretty good. Not drunk but definitely more relaxed.
Brick twirled a strand of her long orange hair, between his fingers. "Blossom. Why did you come here?
She had an idea of the reason.. but couldn't fully comprehend it. "Why did you invite me?" Her eyes flickered down to his lips and back up.
"You're a little shy still.." He took the empty glass from her hand and set it on the table. "We'll have to fix that." She let out a yelp as he pulled her onto his lap, pulling her legs to either side of him. One by one he plucked the buttons of her shirt open until her pink cotton bra was fully on display. Her top still hung on her arms, falling down her shoulders. His crimson eyes were glazed over with lust. One of his arms snaked around her bare waist and the other gripped her inner thigh, as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back without hesitation. Parting her lips, she allowed his tongue entry to explore her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he began to slide his hand up her thigh. He flipped her onto the couch, and yanked her panties down through her skirt. A red blush spread across her face as he began to rub her bare flesh. She was already wet but after a while she was soaking and panting at his touch. He watched her face, in delight.
She was lost in her mind, falling deeper and deeper into the pleasure. When she heard the clank of his belt hitting the floor she shot up. No. This couldn't be happening. He was a villain.. who knew the kind of horrible things he'd done in his life. She couldn't have sex with him. Not now, not ever. She jumped off the couch, grabbing her cell and did up one of the buttons in the middle of her shirt to hold it together. "I can't do this. I gotta go."
Brick got to his feet and hovered over her. "What the fuck?" He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. "You know.. I could easily just take what I want." He tugged at the band of her skirt. A sinister gleam flashed in his eye, his voice was harsh with threat. Her eyes went wide with fear, but then he let go of her, with a loud sigh. She ran to the door and picked up her shoes, darting out of Brick's house.
Blossom stood on the step outside his front door, still panting heavily as she took in a few deep breaths of air. She had almost just… with Brick of all people. He was evil and sadistic, that much was apparent from the things he said, alone. Had he just threatened to rape her? If he had... Why was she still frozen outside his door, not moving?He could've done it, not without a fight of course… but he let her go. She was torn between her desires and her conscience. Brick was bad news, and she knew it with every fiber of her being. But his hands.. his mouth.. ugh. Standing there in the dead of night, her shirt was completely disheveled, her panties were still lying on his living room floor and the proof of how badly she had wanted to let Brick ravage her.. was dripping down her thigh.
She smiled to herself, unable to remember a time when her heart had beat this rapidly before. And that was all it took. He had already sunk his teeth into her, and she wanted more. Shit. This wasn't going to end well. She turned around, opening the door and walked back in.
Brick had still been standing in the living room, irritated when he heard the door open. He clenched his fists and walked to the foyer. There stood Blossom, leaning against the front door, biting her lip. When she saw him, she dropped her shoes and lifted off the door. "Forget something?" He asked, folding his arms in annoyance.
She nodded, unbuttoning her top and letting it hit the floor. His gaze softened. She started slowly walking over to him, at the same time her hands were at the back of her skirt, undoing the zipper. When she reached him she dropped her skirt as well, which he very much liked.
Smirking, he whipped her around and unclasped her bra. "You're not fucking leaving this time." He slid her bra off. "I'm gonna destroy you." He said in a low hoarse voice into the back of her neck. Goosebumps spread rapidly over her entire body.
"Take me to hell." She whispered, pulling his shirt over his head, she ran her hand over his taut chest, staring into his amorous eyes.
When he got her upstairs, he tossed her into his bed. She giggled nervously. Now for the first time he inspected her totally naked body. She was the definition of perfect. He'd have expected her to be more shy about having her parts on display, but she didn't bat an eyelash, waiting for him to crawl in next to her. With a body like that, who could blame her.
He kept the lights on, knowing that would get a reaction out of her. She might not be shy about being naked but she had already blushed once when she'd been touched, and she had to be punished for leaving. He took off his pants, wearing only his boxer briefs and climbed into bed with her. She was still soaking wet from before, he could see the wet streaks running down her legs. Blossom tsk tsk.. hovering over the top of her, he pushed her legs opened and crawled between them. She swallowed. She was starting to get nervous and he was eating it up. She would be his.
Leaning into her, he brought his lips to her soft neck. It was a softness that he'd never felt before on anyone. He wanted to tear into her, to ruin her. He bit her neck and she cried out, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. "B-Brick.." Her bottom lip poked out, quivering slightly.
He was torn between wanting to hurt her and wanting to wipe away her tears. He couldn't help it, it was unlike any lust he'd ever experienced. "I'm sorry baby, was that too hard?" He titled her head to the side so he could get to her neck again, she looked scared now.. snapping her eyes shut to brace for the sharp pain.. but it never came. He kissed her neck gently now, being extra careful around the large teeth imprint he'd left behind. He kissed her from her neck, down her stomach until he reached her most sacred place. Time to Show Blossom that she didn't make a mistake by coming back. After tonight she'd be hooked.. He'd make damn sure of that.
He slipped his two middle fingers inside her, gently massaging her inner walls. As soon as he entered her she relaxed, letting him take control.
"Spread your legs for me."
She did as she was told. His fingers started sliding in and out of her now, a silky wetness spilling out of her. She was panting and trying to keep her moans from coming out. He smiled knowing that wouldn't work for long. Time to stop playing. His hot, rough tongue began licking and lapping against her clit, while his fingers moved inside of her.
She tasted like innocence... an Innocence that he had never known.. had never had himself.
The feeling of his fiery tongue on her most sensitive spot, sent her hands grasping for the headboard behind her. Her moans were getting louder and Brick was loving it.
He could feel that she was getting close, but just before she was there he pulled away from her clit, eliciting a look of frustration from Blossom. He moved his face close to hers, keeping his fingers inside her. "Do you want me to keep going?"
She scoffed. "Obviously." It came out just above a whisper.
He went in for a kiss and she turned her head, rejecting him. He didn't like that. He grabbed her face and turned it back to him. "Kiss me."
"I'm not kissing you, I know where your mouth just was."
Brick's face changed into one of amusement. "That's childish." He said. "Kiss me."
She tucked her lips into her mouth, hiding them. He pulled his fingers out of her, and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "You taste amazing." He began rubbing her clit again with his thumb. And her expression immediately changed, her breath catching ever so slightly. "I'm not gonna tell you again. If you don't fucking kiss me, I'm gonna stop." She hesitated and he pulled away from her, not only from her.. he looked like he was gonna get off the bed.
In a panic, she sat up, wrapping her hand around his muscular bicep. "Brick." She said. He didn't look at her. She leaned it closer to his ear. "Please forgive me." She thought he might like that, and from the corner of her eye she saw him crack a smile. She climbed on his lap, straddling him now, and pressed her lips to his. She parted his lips finding his tongue with her own and started sucking it. His hands travelled back down and he started rubbing again while they kissed. Once she started getting close again she broke away from his lips to moan in his ear. But once again before she got there he pulled away and pushed her back down to the bed.
"Why are you torturing me?" She asked, frustrated.
He rolled his eyes smiling. "It's not torture. It's called edging." He put his thumb back to her clit, feeling the throbs go down. "And you're gonna thank me."
"If you're not gonna do it." She scoffed. "Then I'll do it myself." She started reaching her hand down there.
Shifting positions, he grabbed both of her arms and held them down above her head. "Beg me." He demanded, his eyes bore into her own.
"What?" She asked, in disbelief.
Holding both of her arms crossed over each other, by her wrists, he moved his free hand back to her clit and started slowly rubbing again. "Beg me to allow you to orgasm." His lips curled into the most evil smile she had ever seen.
She knew from the previous time, that not following his orders wouldn't end well for her. She bit her lip as his thumb flicked against her clit again, urging her to comply. She smiled up at him and he let her arms go. "Please Brick.." she started. She really didn't know what to say but at this point it was just a game. If he wanted his ego stroked, so he would stroke her clit, then she would give him all the motivation he needed. "Please make me orgasm. Please allow me to orgasm." She watched the corners of his mouth turn up slightly on its way to a smile. "Nobody has ever gotten me there before." He furrowed his brows. "I'm glad no other man ever has, because I want it to be you."
A surge of annoyance shot through him and his hand went to her neck. "Don't fucking lie to me." He didn't hurt her, but it was enough to scare her.
She kept her cool, even though her heart was racing and she was sure he could feel it against his arm. Looking him in the eye, she slowly brought her hand to the one he had around her throat and he let her push it away. "It's not a lie." She said, and she meant it. She moved his hand down her body until it was back at her soaking pussy. "Please, Brick."
The smile plastered on his face felt really genuine now. He leaned down, kissing her passionately, and sucking on her neck again. Then he moved his tongue back to her clit, licking and sucking it. This time he pushed not two, but three fingers into her. Trying to get her ready for what was to come next. Her eyes lit up and she desperately grasped at the sheets, trying to get a hold onto reality.
"Cum for me baby." Brick told her. She let out a sharp crying moan and he felt the familiar sensation of muscle spasms escaping her body. Her chest was heaving out of control, while she lay there paralyzed in ecstasy.
Brick was starting to sweat and knew that it was only going to get worse from there. He reached down to his wrist for a hair tie, before realizing he didn't have one. Blossom felt her own wrist, removing a hair tie, she lifted herself onto her knees and tied his hair into a bun. She giggled as he put his mouth to one of her nipples, taking it gently in between his teeth.
"You're awfully nice after an orgasm." He said, smirking, satisfied with himself.
"I'm nice all the time." She smiled, "I'm literally made of everything nice." She paused. "And I can tell what you're made of.. That tongue is insane." She practically moaned. He bit his bottom lip, to hold back his smile. "Your hair looks really sexy like this."
He laughed, "Yep you're definitely nicer after you've been touched."
She kissed him. "Maybe I just feel like being nice to you…"
"Oh, I know exactly why you feel like being nice to me." He raised an eyebrow, suggestively.
She glanced down at his underwear and wet her lips. She could see the outline of his dick through the thin material. He was definitely ready to go. Blossom slowly started to move her fingers up his thigh, until she gripped onto him over his underwear. Her eyes went wide. Brick noticed and a sickeningly smug smile washed over his face. In disbelief, she pulled it out the top of his waistband. "No." She shook her head.
"No, what?" He teased.
She kept shaking her head, laughing now. "No. That thing's not coming anywhere near me!" She backed away from him on the bed, closer to the wall.
"Yes it is." He stood up and slid his underwear to the floor, stroking himself. "It's going all the way inside and you're gonna love it." His crimson eyes had a dangerous gleam to them. He turned off the light now and she could still see them glowing.
Brick found her on the bed and dragged her down to the very edge of the mattress.
She let out a gasp. "Brick."
"Yeah baby?" He didn't give her a chance to answer. "You're on birth control, right?" He slid his fingers back inside her, moving around her slippery wetness.
"Yeah. Why?" Her breathing slowed slightly, as she concentrated on his touch.
She heard him smile, in the dark. "That's a good girl." He grabbed her hips at both sides. Without another word he slid slowly into her, all the way up to the base. Blossom practically screamed and Brick was in heaven. He moved slowly, trying to be careful at first, to ease her into it. "Fuck.. you're tight." He murmured. "When's the last time you had sex?"
She thought for a second, then tried to steady her voice, to hold back her anguish. "Almost two years." She laughed.
"What the fuck, Blossom. Why?"
"I'm sorry, If I knew you wanted me to fuck someone before you I would've found someone."
He stopped moving for a second and went silent. "I'm gonna let that one slide, because you're obviously more frustrated than I could ever imagine... but fucking watch it." He warned, thrusting deep into her. She let out a loud cry and he smiled to himself, before he felt bad and wanted to make her feel better.
Keeping one hand at her hip, he moved the other back to her clit, stimulating her once again. He could tell by the sounds she was making now that she had gone from pain to pleasure. So he began to get a little more rough with his own movements. Holding her in place as he had his way with her. She let out some loud moans that were verging on screams.. each time it sent him into an animalistic ecstasy.
By the time he was ready to finish, he had made her cum two more times. She was gasping for air, unable to breathe from how hot she was. She was sitting on top of him, purring as she rode him.
His breathing was really heavy now, trying to hold it back as long as possible.. but he was finding that hard to do with all her enthusiasm. And god was she fucking gorgeous.. even in the darkness of the room, with only a hint of moonlight shining through, he could make out the outline of her body and it was too much to handle.
"Blossom." He said finally. "I'm about to cum.. and I can't pull out with you on top." He urged her to get off but she stayed put, bouncing around even more vigorously than before. "Blossom." He warned. Climax was so close, he could almost taste it. He was having a hard time focusing anymore, everything was going fuzzy around him.
"Don't pull out. I wanna feel it."
That sent him over the edge immediately, and he grabbed her hips to steady them in place while he let it out.
"Well that was.." she trailed off, unsure of how to finish that sentence. She had already cleaned up in the bathroom and had gone downstairs to get her clothes. He followed. She pulled her panties back on and took off for her bra. "So.. I don't really know how this sort of thing normally goes." She laughed.
Brick furrowed his brows, confused. "What sort of thing?"
"A one night stand."
His red eyes went dark for a minute, anger swelling up in them, and then it disappeared. "That's not what this is."
Blossom rolled her eyes. "Come on Brick. You don't have to do that." She was fully dressed now and slipping on her shoes by the door. Brick was standing in front of her, only a couple feet away.
"I'm serious." His tone was stern. "So don't hesitate to call or come by when you... need me."
She laughed and his eyes darkened slightly again. She walked up to him, and kissed him goodbye. Which turned into a full make out session, until she finally pulled away. "I had fun." She smiled, heading to the door. "It was good to see you again." She closed the door behind her before Brick even had time to react. Did she honestly think this was over?
End Ch. 1
