I open the balcony door and walk into the living space. Being a Powerpuff girl does have its perks. The dorm has a small living area adorned with a three-cushion grey couch, a barely used 43" TV mounted on the left wall, coaster free glass coffee table, and a full bookshelf/wine bar. Behind the couch is a tall four-seater dining table in front of the kitchen cabinets and fridge lining the wall. The kitchen is equipped with a four-burner cooktop, single sink, small countertop microwave, and toaster oven. The microwave and toaster oven were purchased now all that's missing is a Keurig. However, none of those details matter right now because Brick is about to be led past the couch to be felt up by the bookshelf, and then gracefully spun through the open bedroom door. I begin my forward march to the bedroom but he doesn't follow and breaks right, into the kitchen. Excuse you, sir, wrong way.
"How do you not have a Keurig?" He asks inspecting my cooking quarters.
He busies himself with opening the cabinets and fridge, trying to decipher the person I am today. Probably wondering where the toys are kept. Definitely not in the kitchen, but I can show him where if he wants. I play off the obvious redirection of my plans and sit across the dining table, watching him give himself a tour of my kitchen.
Okay Brick, let's play the long game.
"Been meaning to get one," I hum to him and sit my purse on the seat next to me, "but I love those affogatos so much it slips my mind. I'm usually there."
He chuckles and pops a stick of gum into his mouth, "coffee breath," he says and discards the rapper into the garbage.
His brows arch and a sly smile breaks across his face. "So that's why you have all of these paper coffee cups in the trash?" He leans back against the adjacent countertop nearly sitting on it.
I don't care if I'm caught. I'm the one who told the lie. Just keep your mind on the coffee shop. Keep your mind on me.
"You caught me," I glide out of my seat and reach on my toes to open the cabinet behind his head. Our bodies are mere centimeters from each other.
"I stop by the shop on my way back from class, then drown my sorrows in wine," I pluck two glasses from the shelf and head towards the living room. "Red or white?"
"Red," he lifts his body from the countertop to stand over my shoulder. "But none of that grape juice sweet shit, I have taste."
"I believe you," I state and pour his glass of pinot. Remember the fantasy.
He takes the glass of wine and I lead him to the couch and we sit on opposite ends. Is he stalling? No, it's not about the time in between for some notion of chivalry. This is the challenge. I awakened something in him while at the coffee shop. I saw it in that blank stare before asking where my dorm was. He's on a mission. What is his goal? Sex? Yes, or he wouldn't be here. But sex where? He took us to the kitchen the moment we walked in. Now here we are comfortably in the living room. He hasn't even glanced at the open bedroom door…
"This is a nice couch," he tells me interrupting my thoughts. "No coasters on the coffee table though? What if something spills?"
Interesting hint. "I try not to make a mess in this room. I'm usually in my bedroom or kitchen."
He smiles into his glass and begins to get more comfortable leaning into the corner of the couch so his body is facing mine. He casually holds his glass in his right hand with his elbow propped on the armrest, while the other supports his head. Brick studies me on the couch with my legs curled under my maxi skirt and head resting on the back of the sofa, eying him right back. He stretches his long legs in my direction, nearly nudging the coffee table where I placed my glass with his knee. Almost as if he's taking a measurement.
"Hmph," he concludes his silent assessment, "Shame."
That's the challenge? The only way I'm going to get Brick into my bedroom is if he takes me there or he follows. The problem is, he wants me right here. I have no issue christening the couch, but where's the fun in that? Eventually one of us will have to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, (luckily) the only one is in the bedroom.
I pick up my nearly full glass and take a drag. "I'll manage. So how long have you guys been back in Townsville?"
A quizzical expression crosses his face then leaves it. He takes another drink. "Um, since this summer. Boomer had to start his program early. He loves the work, but this is the most I've seen him stressed about it."
So you do know about Boomer and Bubbles. "Same with Bubbles, seems like this year got to all of us in a way." I take a sip.
"Something like that," He says with a furrowed brow and finishes his glass.
"More wine?" I offer.
The evening continued like that. We made conversation, finished a glass, and refilled it. By now were sitting cozy on the couch. My legs draped over his and let the TV watch us in the background while we tittered about our lives since high school and plans for the future. It was almost sweet but neither of us was dumb enough to forget the task at hand. It was only a matter of time before nature ran its course. I left a few "things" strategically placed in the bathroom for tonight specifically. A little bump in the road but still all going according to plan. Wine is an aphrodisiac after all. We finally finish the bottle and I stand to discard it in the kitchen.
"I'm going to give my paper coffee cups some company," I slur ever so slightly and make my way to the kitchen.
I had just opened the lid when I felt it. The vibrations. The panties. I quickly drop the bottle into the bin and dive for the dining room table to retrieve my purse and hopefully, the remote.
"Looking for something?" Brick rises from the couch holding the remote delicately in his hand.
"You should know that I have a tolerance and bladder of steel but hey," he increases the intensity on the remote. "Wine is a great aphrodisiac."
At this point, I'm bracing myself against the dining table trying to keep upright. "I could just take these off." I breathily say to him.
Brick smiles and increases the device's speed before tucking it into his pocket. He walks around me and caresses my exposed arm with his fingertips. My breathing begins to increase. From behind he lets his hands squeeze my hips and cup my ass feeling the vibrations, before pulling my back towards his torso and massaging the mounds on my chest. I'm losing. He smells too good, feels too good, and I am nearly defenseless against him. All I have left is eye contact. I lift my head to look up at him with tortured eyes in an attempt to use the effect he has on me to my advantage, but all Brick has is the smug grin of a winner.
He leans down and pulls my ponytail to the left to expose my ear. "I dare you," he whispers.
The softness was fleeting. Brick releases my ponytail and presses his body into mine while both hands squeeze my hardened nipples. I can feel him against my back while he attacks my neck with kisses. The sensation ceased when he lifted and bent me over the table pressed his body over mine, holding my arms over my head against the surface.
"I dare you to lift your skirt and take your panties off for me right here in your fucking kitchen," he growls into my ear.
You can't punk the leader unless the leader is a punk bitch.
"Yes, sir," I manage to breathe to him.
He releases me, leans back, and crosses his arms letting the countertop support him. Brick pulls in his bottom lip and smoothly releases it, waiting for the show to start.
A performance he wants, a performance he'll get. I rotate my body so that my back is on the dining table. I effortlessly arch my back and pull my body into a sitting position while discarding the hair tie holding my ponytail. I let my hair flow over my back and shoulders before flipping it while I bend to reach the bottom of my maxi skirt. I tilt my downward turned head in Brick's direction and he nods at me in approval. I pull my skirt up to my knees and drag a dining chair under my dangling feet for leverage. Now the show really begins.
I let my back gracefully fall back against the table while holding the edge of my bunched skirt exposing my thighs. My eyes never left Brick's until they met the ceiling. My hand releases the garment and travels up my body to be neighbors with the other, playing with my nipples. I roll my hips and slightly arch my back off the table before my hand makes a dive again letting my fingers dance between my inner thighs. I bring my body upright again to face him. My skirt bunched around my hips, swaying my upper body to nonexistent music.
Brick watched me intensely with labored breathing, stroking himself slowly and unabashedly across the kitchen. I lean back, bracing myself on one hand, and spread my legs while the other pulls at the strap of my panties letting the insertion fall out. The garment passed my thighs, knees, and ankles before Brick had the willpower to turn off the vibrations. When he did I tossed it aside and began to play with my clit spread eagle in front of him.
"You were having all the fun without me," I pouted and inserted two fingers.
In a moment Brick had seated himself at the dining table and aligned his mouth with my center. "It's important to feed the alcohol."
He yanked my hands away and held them underneath his against the table. The moment his mouth touched my inner thigh I wrapped my legs around his head on impulse. It's been so long since I felt like this. Shockingly, he bit my inner thigh.
I swung my legs back open and he grumbled, "Keep your fucking legs spread."
He continued his ministrations. Licking, sucking, tongue fucking. He was driving me crazy. His rough tongue pressed into my center and his lips left love bites on my thighs and sloppy kisses on my lips. All the while he's holding my hands to my sides and I'm struggling to hold my legs apart. Brick is wearing me down. This is new to me. In this field, I'm usually dominating my partner. Brick makes me feel powerless. His, and his only. With him, I am not my own body. My pleasure is his pleasure. My undoing is his triumph. But if this is not about conquest, I must remember the challenge in the first place.
With all the strength I can muster, I push Brick back in the dining chair and slide into his lap. I grip his neck and brace my back against the edge of the table while I forcefully grind onto his still-exposed member. He grips my hips and groans into my shoulder.
I tilt my head into his ear and moan, "You're so big, I can't wait to feel you…"
He wraps his arm around my waist and begins to roll his hips into mine in an attempt to get the right angle. I effortlessly evade him.
"No one likes a tease, Pinky." He grits.
My body is sandwiched between his chest and the table. My back is killing me, the chair underneath us is creaking dangerously, but I'm not letting up. I tear his t-shirt down the middle and attach my mouth to the newly exposed skin. He hisses when I lick his nipple then run my tongue to his ear and suck the lobe.
"Isn't this what you wanted Brick?" I whisper. "The anticipation of a challenge?"
"Pinky," he groans. The warning falls on deaf ears.
"You wanted someone to bring out the worst in you. The parts of you you'd forgotten about, the part of you that craves." I moan. "The part of you that wants control and knows how to use it, the part of you that likes what natural-born power feels like."
"Pinky," He bites at my neck more forcefully than expected. Still, I persist.
"You wanted someone just as good, no. Someone better than you." I pull his hair for emphasis.
Brick launches from our sitting position forcefully placing me back on the table and enters me. I gasp from the sudden (but not unpleasant) stretch and he offers a few powerful strokes before he stops and grabs my hair leaning inches away from my face.
"I will fuck you where I want, how I want, when I want," He huffs. "You think you're better than me at this Pinky? I am this."
He resumes fucking me and the dining table begins to shake. "I'm the leader of the RowdyRuff Boys and love, I'm the worst of them all. Everything we are is who I told them to be. Dangerous" thrust "Hungry" thrust "Desirable." thrust.
"You're merely a mirage of what I'm capable of." He pulls my body towards him and he seals my lips with tender and almost loving kisses.
"You were playing with me for months believing you had the upper hand, now look at you," He pulls away and pauses for a brief moment to take in my appearance.
I know I look thoroughly fucked. No one, NOBODY, has ever dared to speak to me the way Brick Jojo is right now. No one had the right, the gumption, the balls. He fits me effortlessly in every way. He challenges me. Forces me to come back to earth and humble myself. He reminds me that I'm human. I must've been my high horse for too long. I meet his eyes with the most devoted expression. Tears brim my eyes from the force and my lips are swollen from all our kisses. I am his because I need him.
"You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever met with that hideous ego," He swipes a tear away that escaped my eye with his thumb. "I pity you, let me help you."
In a flash of red, we're back in the living room and he's pressing me into the couch.
"Such a shame you didn't want a mess in this room," he mused while working himself out of his jeans.
I discarded my remaining clothes over the couch and onto the floor. "I'll manage."
Brick returns to the couch and presses my body into the corner. He hooks one leg over his elbow and lets the other rest atop his thigh before he enters me again. At this angle, it feels like he's trying to dig something out of me and I cry out against the friction.
He leans in decorating my neck with kisses whispering, "Take it Pinky, I know you can."
I bite my bottom lip and claw my nails into his back in protest, but I comply. "Yes, sir." I squeak.
"Good girl," he reaches between us and rewards me by rubbing my clit.
I let out a noise that nearly sounded haunted. He continued until he could tell I was getting close. My nails had a vice grip on his back, and my breath had gone ragged in his ear. He pulled out of me and then allowed me to slide onto the cushion, molding the front of his body with mine.
"Just a little break for you, Pinky," He said while still stroking my folds with his cock. "But if you want to come, you're gonna have to earn it."
He flipped us so that his back was on the couch and he reconnected our bodies. I collapsed forward at the sensation and he gripped my hair forcing me to face him.
"You will not break eye contact with me, and you will do exactly what I say. Sit up straight, Pinky," he commanded.
I felt myself get wetter, "Yes, sir."
"Roll your hips on me, don't lift up too much."
"Yes, sir." I begin to roll my hips while looking into Brick's eyes and I can feel how he fills me up.
He presses his body into me and adds more rhythm to my hips. "Go deeper and rub your clit against me."
"Yes, sir." The connected part of us gets slicker and I grind against him fluidly. "Oh, fuck," I moan out.
Brick aggressively spanks me and my motions falter for a moment. "I didn't say speak."
"Yes, sir." Spank. I remained silent, fighting back my cries. This was a different kind of cruelty.
"Tell me how good it feels," he reaches his hands up to play with my tits.
I take a shaky breath in, I'm nearly losing it. "It's so good, Brick."
Spank. "Brick?" He accuses.
"Sir," I correct. "It's so good, sir" The words fall flat towards the end.
"Stop rolling your hips and start bouncing on it."
"Yes, sir" I adjust myself to allow my hips to bounce against his pelvis it brings our faces closer together. I get a few in before I begin to tire but Brick is not allowing it.
He wraps his arms around my waist and meets my thrusts rapidly.
"Is this what you wanted? A conquest?" He grits. I gasp and attempt to squeeze my eyes shut.
He grabs a fist full of my hair and my eyes snap back open. "Keep your fucking eyes on me and listen." He spanks me before holding on again.
"You wanted someone to lose to, someone you didn't have to use or direct to get the pleasure you needed. You didn't want control. Leaders never do, but you didn't want to give it up. No, you wanted someone to take it."
I hated the way he could see through me. A fun power play turned into my analysis. How sex became my escape from the demands of power. The reality is, that no one in reality is powerful enough to take it. No one except him. Brick's eyes were peering into my soul while his body was pounding it out of me. I couldn't take it.
"Tell me you needed me," He said inches from my lips. "Tell me you needed me like I needed you."
"Brick," I pleaded.
"Tell me," Brick said drowning in my eyes.
I was drowning in his. A sea of red I never wanted to come out of. Looking at myself in the reflection of his irises. So undone. My life in rouge.
"I need you," I whispered into his kiss.
"Come for me, Pinky, let it rain. Ruin this fucking couch." Spank.
"I'm-" the words fell to the wind the moment my orgasm struck.
My eyes went wild, then rolled back in my head and my mouth was left slightly ajar Brick pressed himself into me as deep as he could while my walls violently clenched around him. He held me close letting the fireworks subside before he pulled out of me, still brick hard, and let the fluids run down his balls onto the fucking couch.
"You didn't come?" I lazily asked him.
"Oh Ms. Utonium," He chuckles, "If you want to see what my face looks like, you have to earn it."
Thanks for reading. Blues coming soon.