Page 61 of Nightmare

I watch him as he touches me, his hand flexing as he removes my underwear completely, his eyes rolling in the back of his head when he feels the wetness of my flesh. Then he slips to my entrance and slips a finger inside of me, making me feel things I’ve only felt from the safety of my own hands.

My head rolls back and my teeth come out to bite at the flesh of the arm he has lying next to me on the bed, my eyes giving up on watching what he’s doing and focusing on the feeling he’s creating in between my legs as he moves his finger in and out of me.

He touches a spot inside of me that I didn’t even know was there and my legs spread wider, welcoming him inside of me and silently begging him to never fucking stop.

“Fuck, Liv.” His raspy voice breaks through the trance I’m in, and I lift myself onto my elbows to look at him through hooded eyes, my mouth falling open when I see his hand underneath his own pants, moving back and forth to the same rhythm he’s using to finger me.

I’m not unfamiliar with the male sex organ, I get down to porn just like every other lady on the planet, I’ve just never truly experienced one in the flesh. I’ve certainly never watched something as erotic as Brody jerking himself right on top of me.

His eyes pop open, as he catches mine his face turns up in what I can only explain as ecstasy. His hands move faster, the one he’s using to fuck me and the one he’s using to fuck himself, and my mouth stays fallen open as I watch him.

He groans, matching the moans that are slipping from my lips and holds my gaze, pulling his hand from their places on us both and tugging down the fabric of his pants completely, his dick falling out heavy and swollen right onto the flesh of my thigh.

“Touch me, Liv.”

I’m suddenly aware of how close his cock is to my naked lower half, and a chill runs straight through me.

I swallow, staring down at him, taking a little breath before speaking, “I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

Three heartbeats pass before he answers, his hands freezing “What?”

My eyes search his face, trying to read what he’s thinking, then he pushes off of me, tucking himself back inside his pants.

“I’m sorry, quarterback.”

He chokes on a humorless laugh, slipping his feet into his shoes. He finds his wallet, keys and phone on top of my dresser and slips them all into his pockets.

I sit up, pulling my legs against my chest, “Where are you going?”

He reaches for the handle of my dorm room door and pulls it open before he turns to look at me with a red face and messy hair, “Going home to fucking jerk off, once again.”

He slips out of my dorm, slamming the door behind him.

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I’m standingat my locker, digging through for nothing at all to avoid having to chat with Melanie and the cheerleading squad, who are two feet to my right, jabbering about god knows what, when arms are thrown over my shoulders from behind.

I’m hit with the smell I’ve become so familiar with: ocean, spice and a male musk. Brody’s lips fall onto the side of my neck and he kisses the flesh right where my pulse is pounding.

“Hi, baby girl.” His words are soft, but still make my stomach dip as his lips trace along my skin with each word.

I spin in his arms, blinking, “Hi.”

His lips find mine for a soft kiss, “I missed you.”

When Brody stormed out of my dorm yesterday, I figured that was it for us, and his lack of communication for the rest of the day and night confirmed that in my mind.

My head tilts as I look at him questioningly, not saying a word in response.

His eyebrows dip, “What is it, baby?”

I shake my head, “Nothing.”

He looks at me through his thick eyelashes and sighs a little, “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

I shake my head again as he speaks the words, “You have nothing to apologize for, B.I’msorry.”

He kisses me again, “I forgive you, baby.”

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