IMPORTANT A/N! This chapter is rated M! Read on if you are at least 16 or older please! If you have ignored me then you naughty, naughty person, you! Enjoy this chapter, sorry if it sucked!
Brady groaned at the feeling of something touching his face lightly. He scowled and ignored it, turning his face to the side. The pressure on his face got heavier and annoying, taking him away from his sleep. He swung his hand around lazily, "Boomer..." He hissed.
The pressure went from his face to his neck. It almost felt like a feather. He scowled again. He groaned, trying to make whatever is was leave. He felt something soft and warm press against the crook of his neck. Then again and again. Brady sighed, thinking it felt good. Then the image of Boomer popped into his head and his eyes burst open, his head turning in the direction of the thing that touched him.
He froze when he saw Jamie smirking, hovering over him, in a little pajama outfit. He smirked back, "Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked in a whisper so Boomer wouldn't wake up. He moved a strand of blonde hair that hung over her face.
Jamie got goosebumps. She knew guy's sleepy voices were sexy but Brady... She giggled, "I missed you too much. I started thinking about what you said, about this being all a crazy dream..." She trailed off.
"Funny thing is, I was just dreaming with you." He said with a smile.
Jamie smiled at him as curiosity sparked, "Really? What happened?" She asked.
Brady felt panic kick in and his face got hot. He turned his eyes from her and made a small cough, "Uh, can't really remember. You were there though." He said nervously.
"Oh, that's too bad, I would have liked to know." She said, faking a really disappointed tone. She pulled up one of her arms that were keeping her up off Brady and placed her finger on his chest, giving him a playful poke. Brady watched her with a small smile. She followed her finger with her eyes as it made little circles and spirals, going downward. She made a line going down to his ribcage and stopped, drawing more figures and then trailed lower to his stomach. She drew lines in zig-zags.
Brady grabbed her hand while chuckling, "Stop that, it tickles." He cooed. Jamie got her hand back and put it back against his stomach, trailing down to his belly button. She giggled when her fingertip went in. Brady chuckled with her. She sighed, trailing down to his hipbone. His nerves grew, his face got hot and the air grew thick. But he didn't stop her. He just watched in amusement and curiosity.
Jamie was in a daze. Never in her life had she been so close to a guy like this. Much less a guy as good looking as Brady, let alone a king. She felt flustered and it was overwhelming but in a good way. Not like they're doing something wrong, they are old enough. She smiled before diving back into his neck, leaving feathery kisses.
Brady was overexcited because he already moaned lightly. Is he in the same situation as her? His first time being so close to a girl? Mikayla had told Jamie a lot of things about how Brady was a total loser and chick repellent but she assumed being a king had it's quirks, he must have had some kind of action. But he did seem innocent in that sense. That thought vanished when she felt his big hands on her waist. She pulled away from his neck to look into his eyes. He smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. Just a sweet little peck, he knew better than to make it more.
Apparently, she didn't. She came back down for another kiss. She set a couple of kisses then. He nibbled her lower lip softly, he thought she wouldn't notice but she sighed in contentment. That gave him encouragement. He moved his hands and ever so slightly applied pressure. That was enough to get her to move. He screamed in his head in pure bliss. He had a wonderful view if he shifted his gaze down. They were perfect, he thought. Before he could stop himself, he swiped his tongue over her lower lip. He mentally panicked when she pulled away to look at him.
Jamie stretched her aching arms from carrying her weight so long. She bravely grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him up so he was sitting. She quickly swooped down to kiss him again, picking it up where he left off. He moaned when her tongue intruded his mouth. She shifted them until they switched places. She kept her hands on his collar as she laid into the bed, pulling him down with her. Brady put his hands on either side of her head and held himself up with his arms. Jamie mentally rolled her eyes at him as he watched her intently. She knew he knew she wanted him closer but he kept himself a few feet off her, just looking.
Brady felt so happy right now. He had this girl with him, under him, on his bed and she actually liked him. She was so beautiful in every way, it was almost surreal. He didn't think this in the wrong way though, just as it is.
"Brady..." She hissed softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. He resisted at first but gave in, letting her pull him down. He was careful not to put all of his weight on her at once. She looked into his eyes and both pairs were glazed over. She could feel his breath on her lips and he could feel hers. She became desperate and attacked his lips. He couldn't believe that in minutes they were making out. Like, actually making out.
Her little moans were like music to his ears. He shifted upward to have better access to her mouth and got a raspy moan from her. Jamie felt like squealing. Did he not realize that him sliding his body against hers just made her flip?
"Brady..." Her moan escaped. He moved his hands from caressing her face to grab her hands. He pulled them off his neck and intertwined their fingers. He used his knees to lift himself up a bit when he felt her legs move. He was surprised when she pulled them out from under him and bent them on either side of him, almost straddling him. He rolled his eyes to the back of his head when she started kissing his neck again, sucking every one or two kisses. Her hands escaped from his and grabbed his shoulders. They didn't last there long though. They slowly snaked down his muscular back, giving him goosebumps. She grabbed the hem of his shirt teasingly and then slipped one hand inside.
Brady felt sparks wherever her skin touched his. Her hands were so soft despite the sweat from the two. She slipped her other hand in and she poked and squeezed, almost felt like a massage. Brady let a moan escape and kissed her sweet smelling neck. Her hands reached his shoulders at last but didn't stop. She pulled off his shirt in one swift movement. Brady blushed, trying to hide his body from her which was impossible in this situation.
Jamie smirked evilly and put her hands on his chest, pushing him up with her. She flipped them over to the other side of the bed so she could be on top of him. She kicked the pillows off accidentally and she giggled. She licked her lips before going down to kiss his chest and lower to his tense abs.
Brady closed his eyes and moaned, "God, why?" He whispered in bliss. Jamie giggled, running her hands up his torso as she went back up to kiss him. She ignored her conscious for the moment and straddled him at the hips. Brady prayed to anything holy that she wouldn't sit. That would be awkward.
"This... isn't... fair." Brady complained between wet kisses. Jamie stopped to look at him curiously and he took the chance to flip them back over, careful she wouldn't slam her head against the headboard. He straddled her this time and his world spun when she slightly bucked her hips at him. He gave her a mischievous smirk as he slowly reached out to the hem of her shirt. His fingertips grabbed it and he looked at her. She waited patiently with lust-filled eyes. "Let's make this fair, shall we?" He whispered, slipping his hands into her shirt. He ran his hands over her flat stomach and he closed his eyes, sighing in contentment. He went higher until his fingertips grazed over the lace of her bra. He stopped to consider everything.
Jamie arched her back so her could push the shirt higher, giving him permission. All consideration was lost on Brady's behalf and he teased himself by slowly lifting the shirt to reveal the holy mounds concealed in black lace.
"Wow." He squeaked. He pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and threw it to the ground along with his. He leaned back on his legs to just admire them. Jamie blushed bright red as she felt his stare tearing into her. She snaked her arms up and placed her hands on his knees. Then she moved along up his outer thighs and kept going until she hooked her fingers onto the hem of his sweatpants. He tensed and tore his gaze from where he was looking down to her hands. She chuckled at the bewildered look on his face and then unhooked her fingers from his pants. She grabbed his face and bought him back down, desperate for his lips again.
Brady was so lost into the make-out session. He stroked her belly softly but his hands got a mind of their own, trailing up higher. His middle finger touched the underwire of her bra and it made him act on impulse. He ghosted his hand over her voluptuous mound and kept it just slightly over, waiting for her protest. He gasped when it popped into his hand. It was like groping a soft cloud. He acted on instinct, squeezing and pressing. For each movement, he was awarded a blissful moan.
The heat was becoming too much for Jamie but she wanted more. The more primitive side of her acted up and she started to grind against Brady. She expected him to jump but he only growled and groaned. His free hand moved down to her thigh, grabbing it underneath and squeezing. He moved her leg and hooked it over his back and she did the other herself.
They knew in the back of their minds that it was going too far too fast but they also knew that there was no stopping it. It was too incredible, the sensation and emotions.
Brady broke away from her mouth and started kissing her chest, going lower. He started kissing the skin of her breasts that wasn't covered by the menacing bra. Jamie moaned in a whining fashion. She bucked her hips against him and he groaned. He wasn't going to begin to describe the sensations that caused him.
Brady started to move himself around in her grasp, her legs were still hooked around his back. He moved her lower in the bed and then came back down. His pelvic area came into contact with hers and they lost it. Brady felt her fingers go into his messy hair. He went back to kissing her chest. He moved his pelvis into hers again, just to see what happened. She returned the favor. He did it again and again, each time with more rhythm.
Jamie could not believe this was happening. She would never, ever let anything go so far. She couldn't stop herself, let alone him. She moaned as he continued his grinding and soft thrusts. She gasped when she finally felt it against her. "Oh, Brady." She moaned a bit loudly.
Brady shivered at the sound of her voice calling for him like that. He hadn't intended to press it up against her but he couldn't stop it. He moved lower, knowing in the back of his mind that she would stop him now. He started to thrust his pelvis into her most sensitive area ever so slightly. Before she could make a sound, he kissed her aggressively. It would be hell if Boomer caught them. Having thought this, he glanced toward his brothers bed to see him sound asleep with his back turned to them.
His full attention came back to the wonderful girl under him when she started thrusting into him, asking him to continue the action. "Oh, Jamie... ah..." He moaned into her ear. He never imagined this could happen to him, not like this. He never thought Jamie this willing either, let alone confident. In fact, he didn't think he had it in him. He didn't know he could do all of these things, make her feel the way he did. Instinct and lust were powerful things, he thought.
"I've never... done this... before..." Jamie confessed, slightly out of breath. "You're... great." She said, grinding flat up against his genital area. Brady hid his face into his shoulder and bit down, holding in the groan that threatened to escape.
"You're..." He tried to say but she bucked hard into him and he grunted. She teased him too much. Brady put his face into the crook of her neck and bit her. Jamie gasped at the bittersweet pain. Brady then sucked on her skin, not caring if a hickey would be left behind.
"Brady?" Brady's brain stopped working for a nanosecond and then started to work a mile a minute. That was NOT Jamie's voice. Brady pulled the heavy covers over them and moved off of Jamie, covering her as best he could with his own body.
"Yeah, Boom?" He said but it came out more like a husky moan. He cleared his throat quickly, "What do you want?" He asked, making his voice more laced with sleep.
"I could have sworn I heard someone else in the room." He said, his voice groggy and confused.
Jamie tensed under the covers. He caught them, they are so dead. Brady snaked his hand under the sheets and put it on her thigh, rubbing it slowly. He didn't want to lose the mood. Jamie gave a little jump of surprise in response but then relaxed under his warm touch.
"Maybe it was just a dream?" Brady suggested. He grabbed her hand and pulled it over his back so it wrapped around him and then intertwined their fingers. Jamie smiled happily and pressed up against him, making sure not to create too much movement.
"It sounded so real, I'm pretty sure I was awake when I heard it." He said, sitting up in his bed. Brady quickly got up on one arm, facing Boomer.
"I didn't hear anything." He said nervously. Jamie sensed his nervousness and started to massage him. Brady bit his tongue, swallowing the moan in his throat. "Just go back to sleep, Boom, there's no one here." Brady said, faking a loud yawn.
"Okay then, night, Brady." He said before falling back into his bed and most likely falling asleep right away.
Brady let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and fell back into the bed. "That was close." He whispered, turning to Jamie. He pulled the covers off her head and smiled. She looked so perfect. Jamie smiled at Brady brightly. He was the greatest guy she had met. And he looked sexy with his face covered by his black hair like that. She loved the way he looked like a rock star. At least like the ones Mikayla had shown her.
"Yeah, too close. Maybe I should-"
"Shhh, shh, shh!" Brady said, not caring if too loud. He put his finger to her lips. Jamie decided she wouldn't leave. She sighed happily and cuddled up next to him, putting her head on his chest and tracing figures on his ribcage with her finger. Brady laid his head over his arm as a pillow since his wound up on the floor.
"Can you believe this really happened?" Jamie asked in a whisper.
"What do you mean?" He asked, in a daze.
"What? Brady, we just... you... I..." She couldn't find a way to say it without blushing like mad. "I mean you-" She tried another way but failed again. She let her eyes wander across his body but something in particular caught her eye. She gasped, jumping into a sitting position and looking at Brady with wide eyes.
Brady jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, already knowing what she saw. He had been thinking about it too. "I know, I'm sorry." He said sheepishly before closing the door.
Jamie laid back down, extremely flustered. He wasn't the only one with a situation. Jamie pulled the covers over her half naked body and closed her eyes. She put her hand on her chest to feel her heartbeat. Then it slid down her chest to her stomach and then between her legs. She applied pressure and gasped at the feeling. She grinned, Brady would be a while anyway.
A/N: Alright so I don't usually write this kind of chapter so please don't flame! I know I'm not good at this kind of stuff! I tried keeping it tame since it's PoK, you know. Sorry if it was bad. If you liked it or not let me know so I know if I should make another chapter like this or never do it again!