“Where are you going?” He slowly opened his eyes and he looked at me in confused desire.
“I figured we should get going.” I gave him a wicked smile and his face changed to one of surprise.
“You tease.” He growled and chased me as I ran through the apartment. He caught up with me quickly and picked me up into his arms before running to the bedroom. He dropped me onto the mattress and I squealed as he lifted up my dress and buried his face in my wetness.
“I knew you were ready for me.” His voice carried up to me as his tongue licked me. He gently sucked on my clit and I squirmed beneath him, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me. He continued his light licking with the tip of his tongue and allowed his stubble to graze gently against me.
“Oh, Brandon.” I cried out as his tongue slowly entered me. I trembled beneath him and wrapped my legs around his neck so I could feel all of his face against my pu**y. My fingers gripped his shoulder as my body built up to an orgasm. I closed my eyes in sweet anticipation as I felt myself about to explode and then he pulled away from me. “What? What are you doing?” My eyes flew open in disappointment. “Oh, Brandon. You can’t stop!”
“Who’s the tease now?” His eyes laughed down at me and he pulled me up off of the bed. “Now let’s go.”
“I hate you.” I hit him in the shoulder.
“No, you don’t.” He laughed and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go, Katie McHorny.”
“Okay, Brandon McHard.”
We left the apartment with glittering eyes and bodies filled with lust. My body groaned at me in frustration. It wanted a release so bad and it was all I could do to stop myself from dragging him down an alleyway and begging him to f**k me.
“Let’s catch a cab.” Brandon pulled me to the curb and stuck his hand out. We were lucky – a yellow cab pulled over immediately and we scrambled into the backseat. “The Met, please.” Brandon told the driver, who nodded and drove off. Brandon sat back in the seat and looked out the window as I started to squirm. I couldn’t stand that he looked so cool, calm and collected while my body was begging for a release. I closed my eyes to try and stop my body from crying out.
“What’s wrong?” Brandon whispered in my ear with a smirk in his voice. I turned to stare at him and give him a small glare, and I could see his eyes laughing at me.
“Nothing I can’t fix.” I shifted away from him and gave him a small smile.
“What do you mean?” His gaze questioned me and he gasped as he watched me pull my dress up. “You wouldn’t.” His eyes and his voice sounded shocked and I just grinned at him as I closed my eyes and reached my hand in between my legs. My body shuddered as my fingers found my sweet spot and I felt Brandon’s body go still as he watched what I was doing. I leaned my head back and rested it against the headrest and adjusted my position in the seat so I could give myself easier access. I moaned as I gently rubbed myself. I was still wet and my body was happy that it was finally going to get a release.
“What are you doing?” He hissed in my ear and I opened my eyes slowly as I continued playing with myself.
“What does it look like?” I smiled at him and his eyes stared into mine as my body trembled at my own touch. He moved closer to me and his hand met mine and pushed my fingers away, so that it was my hands guiding his fingers up and down on my clit.
“I’m the only one that makes you come.” He whispered into my ear as he increased the pace of his fingers. I didn’t say anything. I was scared that if I opened my mouth I would moan or scream in ecstasy and I didn’t want the cab driver to figure out what was going on. I nearly screamed when he paused and I looked at him in frustration.
“Just a second.” He whispered and I saw him undoing his zipper. “Slide onto my lap.”
“What?” My eyes widened. “Won’t the cab driver notice?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck. “Oh, Katie. Stop tickling me.”
I looked at him in confusion, but then I realized he was trying to vocalize a reason for being in his lap. “You can’t stop me.” I giggled, and almost groaned out loud as he lifted the back of my dress up and I felt his c**k in-between my butt cheeks.
“Move forward a little bit.” He pushed me forward with his hands and lifted my hips up slightly. His hard c**k slid into me easily as he sat me back down on him. “You’re going to have to do the work here, Katie.” He groaned in my ears as I started moving back and forth slowly. “Oh shit.” His hands reached up and squeezed my br**sts as I moved back and forth on his lap. His fingers squeezed my ni**les and I increased my pace. I closed my eyes as we f**ked in the backseat and my body shuddered as his fingers went from my br**sts to my clit.
“Come for me, Katie.” He whispered against my hair. “I’m going to come soon, but I need you to come for me first.” The feel of his fingers rubbing against me and his c**k sliding in and out of me pushed me to the edge, and my fingers dug into his thighs as I climaxed on him. I felt his arms tighten around my waist as his body shuddered and he came inside of me. He kissed my neck as we both sat back and tried to breath. His fingers clasped mine and I leaned my head into his shoulder.
“You guys said you wanted to go to the MOMA right?” The cab driver asked us and we laughed.
“No.” Brandon finally spoke up. “You can just take us back home. Thanks though.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t make it to the museum.” He smiled ruefully as we walked back into the apartment.
“Don’t be.” I tiptoed and kissed him on the lips. “I still had a good night.”
“I think we both had a good night.” He laughed and licked his fingers. “You know I love you, right?” He pushed me back against the wall and stared down at me. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never cheat on you.”
“I know.” I nodded breathlessly as I saw the intensity in his eyes.
“Good. As long as we are honest with each other, nothing can break us up. And I will always be honest with you, Katie. Remember, if you ever hear anything bad about me, don’t believe it. Only believe it if it comes from me.”
“Okay,” I felt my heart bursting with love for Brandon and I was about to tell him the truth about my age, when he pulled up my dress. “What are you doing?”