Page 18 of Brick

I try to keep up with the kissing, but I'm quickly losing the battle. I can't breathe, but I want more of him, and I know we should stop, but I might die if he does.

It's a war in my head, yet all of it vanishes the second he begins to rock against me. I rip my mouth away from him and moan loudly to the sky.

He groans before he dips his head down to my neck and starts to suckle on the soft skin there.

I don't have to wonder if he's ever done anything like this with someone else. I can tell just from the way he's holding me that this is all new for him as well.

It's happening so fast. Just a few days ago, I wouldn't have wanted to be in the same room as him, and here I am praying to whatever gods will hear me for them to make my clothes disappear.

"More, Brick. God, give me more," I whisper, and he quickly pulls my shirt out of my pants to slide those rough hands up to my breasts. My entire body shivers at his touch as I hold onto him for dear life.

I'm soaking wet now. I'm sure my panties are a mess, but I don't care. I've never been so turned on in my life.

My body tenses up, and I feel the telltale tingle in the back of my thighs and lower back, indicating that I've got an orgasm waiting right over the edge. I roll my hips downward, trying to catch every one of his thrusts.

"Shit, Luna," he groans and leans back for a second to get better used to the new sensation I'm creating with my body.

Our moans get louder, effectively drowning out the sounds of the nocturnal creatures that are scurrying about. I can't remember the last time I've been this relaxed and pent up at the same time.

That's just what Brick does to me. I've tried to deny it, but something about him really gets under my skin, and it seems it's in the best way.

I'll have plenty of time to examine my feelings about him, but right now I just don't want him to stop what he's doing.

The cool air feels so good against my fevered skin.

Everything seems to be going perfectly right, and I'm so close to being right on the edge of my climax.

It's going right until it goes wrong. I feel Brick stiffen and then stop altogether.

In a flash, I'm down on my feet, pressed against the tree with his back pressed against me.

"Brick?" I question, out of breath. My head still reeling from the sudden change in activity.

"Shh," he hushes me. That raging bitch I locked away for the past few moments is seconds away from bursting through the surface.

I'm not to be hushed.

"What are you..." I try to move from behind him, but he grabs hold of my arm to keep me there.

His muscles are still tense, but his breathing has slowed down. I watch him move his head from side to side as if he were scanning the area for something. I don't see anything.

"Come out."

Nothing moves but the crickets and the debris being pushed around by the wind.

"If I have to go in there and find you, I promise you'll wake up in the hospital," Brick barks, and slowly someone walks out from behind one of the large bushes.

"My bad, man. I wasn't trying to snoop. I just came here to shoot up. I didn't know you were here. It was a good show, though." The man laughed, and I feel Brick jerk forward in the man's direction.

The moonlight makes it hard for me to see much of the man who was just spying on us, but I can see the fact that he's very skinny—nothing compared to Brick.

"No, let's just go. This is their place, after all." I pull Brick back, and he looks over his shoulder at me as if he's contemplating what I'm saying. I'm sure he's used to handling things with his fists, but it isn't needed right now.

Brick grabs my hand and tugs me alongside him as we make our way back to his bike.

I'm still trembling, both because of my ruined orgasm and because of the fact that we were being spied on.

Neither of us says anything about what we were just doing or what just happened, but that's okay with me.

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