Page 16 of Nocturnal Sins
My mind flashed again, that time to the way Santana grabbed my hair when we were inches away from each other in the hall at Papa’s restaurant. The prickle of pain and the desire it sent trickling through me ran rampant in my recollections. Before I knew it, my pussy was slick at the thought of Santana…again.
Shit.
I had to stop giving in to my lustful thoughts like that. It was wrong as hell and I knew it.
Even though I knew it was wrong, that didn’t stop me from coming all over my hand with my eyes shut tight and my moans suppressed in my throat so Brady couldn’t hear. My pussy throbbed continuously wringing every drop of strength from my legs. I had to brace myself against the slick shower wall so I didn’t fall on my ass.
It took me a few minutes to get myself together so I could go back to my room. When I opened the bathroom door, Brady was waiting there, stroking his dick like a creep. I fought an epic eye roll and walked over to the bed with a towel knotted above my breasts.
“Open that towel up for me, Sam.” Brady’s cock was decent looking. It wasn’t too thick or too long. It just…was. It didn’t make me horny or anything but that could have been because I already had an amazing orgasm at my own hand.
I opened the towel for him and let him feast on my curves. He kicked off his jeans and walked over to me as I sat on the bed. Droplets of water beaded on my shoulders and he caught them with his tongue before they rolled down my arms.
“You smell so good,” he muttered against my damp skin. We fell backward on the bed and Brady continued kissing and licking my neck like it was a candy cane. I needed him to move lower.
I slid back some hoping he’d get the point. His lips slipped down to my collarbones and he sighed, moving back up to my neck. When he hovered over me, letting his cock slide against my pussy, I put my hands on his chest and held him back a few inches.
“Brady, what the fuck are you doing? I wanted your mouth. Not your dick.”
“But I want some pussy. We’ve been playing this game for years, Sam. Let’s stop playing.” He pressed his lips to mine trying to push his tongue inside my mouth but my lips became Fort Knox.
“Your lips need to be a couple feet lower.”
“Stop bullshitting. You’re naked beneath me and you expect me to eat your pussy and go home? We’re about to be out of high school in less than a month. We can stop the childish shit.”
“I’m not being childish.” I shoved him all the way off of me because by then my pussy had dried up like the fucking Sahara. I snatched my robe from the back of the bedroom door and wrapped it around myself.
I glared at him and decided to give into the darkness dancing around and begging to play. “I can show you childish. How about I hit below the belt and tell you about yourself, Brady?” I took a long stride toward him and jabbed my pointer finger into his chest. He wasn’t as hard and defined as Santana.
“I don’t want to fuck you because you’re only good at eating pussy. You’ve fucked at least four girls on the cheer squad and they all agree that your dick is trash at best.
You really think I want your fucking dick anywhere near me? No. I’ll get off rubbing my clit all over your tongue while I grab that pretty blonde hair and cum in your mouth. That’s it. We’re never going to be together. We’re never going to fuck.”
God, it was such a relief to get that off my chest. I was smiling like a mad woman after I spewed shit at Brady. Maybe Santana was right about letting my true self come out to play.
Brady’s Adam’s apple wobbled in his red-splotched throat. He yanked his jeans on and looked at me with stormy blue eyes then pulled in a deep breath and said, “That was fucked up, Sam. You know how I feel about you.”
“You want to fuck me,” I laughed.
“I wanted to be with you.”
“You wanted to fuck me,” I reiterated. He conceded with a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh.
“Is that so wrong? You’re captain of the cheer squad but I haven’t touched you beyond eating your pussy. You have any idea how frustrating that shit is, Sam? All my boys keep asking when I’m going to fuck and I can’t tell them because you won’t let me inside.”
He really thought his speech was moving me to open my legs for him. He was so wrong. I stood with my mouth in a straight line and my gaze unwavering.
“You can go home now. You’ve managed to turn me all the way off.” I opened my bedroom door and let out a short scream. Santana was there taking up every square inch of empty space. “Holy fuck, Santana!” I squealed, slapping my hands against his hard chest.
“Um, I was just leaving.” Brady rushed across my room so fast that he tripped over his long feet and landed right at Santana’s. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t giddy with the thought of my big brother stepping on him like a roach.
“Yo, you’re the kid from the restaurant. What the fuck are you doing in my little sister’s room? Are you naked, Sammie?” He snarled.
“Very,” I nodded, holding a giggle in my throat. Evidently, the dark side of me liked to watch Santana get angry, especially when he was defending me.
He reached down, the thick ropes of muscle in his forearm flexing as he grabbed Brady by the collar of his t-shirt. “If you don’t get the fuck out of my house, I’m going to throw you out the goddamn window.”
“I’m leaving, Santana…I’m leaving.” Brady’s legs pumped in mid-air as he pedaled an imaginary bike. The second Santana put him down he took off, stumbling down the steps and out of the front door.
I realized once I heard him screech away from my house that now I was left alone with a pissed off grizzly bear.
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