Page 16 of Discord
Brandon stiffened behind me, the vulgar insinuation dawning on him.
“I know you won’t have sex with someone underaged. But… there are other ways. Like what we did earlier,” I mumbled awkwardly. It was a selfish ask, one that would cost him dearly if we were found out. I’d already pushed his boundaries once. Before tonight, I would have never asked this of him, either, especially with my parents in the next room.
“Everyone’s upstairs now,” he said gruffly, reading my thoughts. Presumably, everyone retired to their rooms for the night. “They might hear us.”
“They might,” I agreed, the words coming out in sparse breaths. “But I just want to feel better,” I admitted faintly.
There was a war raging within Brandon; I could feel it in his contemplative pauses. So far, he had allowed me access to his body, offering it up for my use to feel better. Meanwhile, his carefully tucked away urges hadn’t allowed for more than a measly kiss, refusing to touch me sexually. If only it were enough to get through a night like this.
Twisting my neck, I glanced at him in search of an answer. My thundering heart warmed when Brandon yanked me closer, taking my lips roughly. The kiss turned into one of those soul-crushing kinds where we lost finesse. It was pure animal lust with teeth and tongue and hands and moans.
Nonetheless, his reservations persisted while I was tethering at the edge of composure. I might lose my sanity if he didn’t touch me soon. A needy moan threatened to escape me at the unbearable ache. My legs fell open, and I groaned his name, hoping he’d make it better. “Brandon.”
He sucked in a breath—suddenly distracted by something in the distance—and I turned to follow his gaze. An unobstructed view of my panty-less sex lay on display through the mirror. Brandon had caught sight of the reflection of my bare pussy. I held his gaze, our exchanges happening solely through our reflections in the mirror.
Instinctively, Brandon started touching me. His hands roamed my hair, waist, and breasts, and he leaned forward to kiss the back of my neck. His lips lingered, and after a final mental battle, he spat, “Fuck it.” He yanked my sleeping shirt, pushing it over the valley of my breasts. Goosebumps erupted with the peaked buds bared to the cool air. “We have to be quiet,” he declared. He didn’t waste any time after I nodded my agreement. Brandon grabbed my hands and guided them down my stomach. “Hold your pussy open.”
The sound of his gravelly voice hit me right in the core. I licked my dry lips, not believing myself brave enough. With unsure hands, I opened my pussy wide. The pink flesh jutted out, glistening with a barely contained need.
My pussy was on display, exposed and throbbing for his attention. He studied every crevice of my intimate flesh through the reflection in the mirror, seemingly riveted by the vision. His eyes glowed maniacally, burning with fury and unleashed lust.
I was a writhing mess by the time his hand slid down my stomach. Light touches brushed against my skin, and his fingertips grazed over my slick channel oh-so-lightly.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I hissed, my hips threatening to shoot up from the bed in search of more friction. He had barely touched me, and I was already dripping a puddle of moisture. Blowing out a breath, I steadied my thudding heart.
Brandon’s hard cock dug into my ass while he pressed his digits against my tender flesh. We watched him push two fingers inside me and penetrate knuckles deep. My legs threatened to close, inherently squeezing him, but he grabbed my inner thigh to widen my stance.
“You like that?”
“Yes.” I dropped my head to his chest, my eyes squeezed shut while I grappled with my faculties. “Don’t stop.” My eyes fluttered, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
The impatient words made Brandon groan. He pushed me forward, forcing me on my hands and knees. I gazed at the blonde staring back in the mirror. Skin flushed from arousal and face carved with lust. She looked like a stranger with her shirt pulled over her breasts.
I watched in fascination as the larger man behind shifted to lie back. My palms were flat on the mattress with my ass in the air, though not for long. Brandon grabbed my hips and pulled me down, licking a path to my clit from behind.
“Ah, oh fuck,” I groaned at the unexpected feel of his mouth.
I never considered myself coy about my body. Insecurities were irrelevant to biology and the naked human form. I realized the objective mantra was only possible to practice until someone had their tongue inside the most intimate parts of you with an up-close view of your ass crack.
His mouth latched on to my clit while I sat on his face in reverse cowgirl style. The obscene position left very little room for modesty. My backside was on display for him to feast on, leaving nothing to the imagination. I would have groaned with mortification had Brandon left any room for uncertainties. Nothing else mattered other than his tongue and the hands on my hips forcing me to ride his mouth.
The intensity of our breathing magnified, and my next groan came out a little too loud. Brandon’s slurping sounds from licking and sucking were just as vile, albeit more muted. Biting my bottom lip no longer muffled my whimpers. I was unsure how it sounded to the people next door, aka my parents, and tried a different tactic to subdue the noises.
There was a foolproof option of dulling the moans of pleasure, the one Brandon had encompassed. I clutched onto his muscular thighs and let my body slump forward. The ridges of his hard length were outlined through the sweatpants. I stared at the shape straining painfully to be let out and reached inside to pull him out. His grip on my ass tightened in response, and he yanked until my entire pussy was practically inside his mouth. I realized he was preventing the same guttural sounds threatening to break free. My pussy suffocating his mouth didn’t suppress his efforts, though. Before I could expel a more piercing cry, I lowered myself to take Brandon in my mouth, his cock stifling my moans of pleasure.
The effect was immediate.
A reactive groan reverberated against my folds. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in his body language as his hand found its way into my hair. Thick moisture coated my tongue with the taste of his arousal, and my hands wrapped around his base to stroke him while sucking him off.
Without warning, Brandon scraped his teeth against my sensitive flesh. I would have yelped from the unwarranted nip if my mouth wasn’t stuffed with his cock. He licked the pain away with soothing laps, only to do it again. This time, he bit my clit and held it between his teeth.
My eyes closed, and I shook violently from the onslaught of pain and pleasure. The bed creaked from our efforts, our bodies tightening as we licked and sucked each other vigorously. I tried to remember everything Brandon had taught me and relaxed my muscles to let him into the back of my throat.
“Mia!” A voice from a distance said my name.
I opened my eyes and blinked to orient myself. Brandon’s cock throbbed in the back of my throat, and his relentless tongue was now exploring the walls inside me. Someone calling my name while in this predicament had to be fictitious. However, the loud knock on my bedroom door dictated otherwise.
“I heard noises coming from your room. Is everything okay?” My mother’s unsure voice came from the other side of the door.
