Page 62 of Nightmare

Warmth fills my chest, coated with relief and joy. I spent the majority of the night last night mourning my relationship, wishing I could take back my actions and fix it all. All I want is Brody, and I’ll do anything I can to make him happy, and I understand how my behavior was unfair to him.

I shouldn’t be a tease.

I slide my fingers in between his, pulling him into me a little bit closer so no one can hear us, and speak onto the skin of his lips, “Can I have another chance? Tonight?”

I feel his lips turn into a smile on mine, and I mirror the expression.

His voice is husky, scraping along me like gravel, “How about right now?”

He leads me across campus to the football stadium, which is abandoned this time of day. I’ve been here before, obviously, to watch games and support Brody, but I’ve never been here during school hours or when no one is here. It’s honestly kind of creepy without people in it.

With my hand wrapped in his, he guides me into the empty locker rooms and turns to me with a smirk on his face.

I feel uneasy. Nervous but excited. So, when Brody reaches out and pulls my body onto his, everything feels a little bit wrong and a little bit right.

His lips crash down on mine, and he threads his fingers into my hair, and even though his back is the one against the wall, he’s still in complete control.

My mouth opens to let his tongue inside when I feel his erection press against my stomach in between us. I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on to know I’m the one who made him hard.

He groans into our kiss, then grabs my hand, pressing it on the front of his jeans, where his dick is swelling and stretching the fabric. A chill runs down my spine, and I try to pull my hand away but he won’t let me.

“You see what you do to me, Liv?” His lips ghost down my jaw to my neck, and he uses my hand to rub him over his pants, his hips flexing in time with the motion.

My head is swimming, the excitement and nerves heating me and making me sweat and pant into the air. Brody’s lips continue to assault my neck, and he lets go of my hand to pop the button on his jeans open.

My stomach falls, “Brody.”

His eyes find mine, “I thought you wanted a second chance, baby girl?”

I nod, blinking at him as I watch him unzip his fly and pull his jeans down a little, revealing the swollen head of his cock.

He licks at his lips, watching my face as he pulls his cock the rest of the way out of his pants, then rubs his hand along it slowly.

His voice is tight, like he can’t control the ache in it, “Do you see how much you turn me on? How badly I need you, Liv?”

I swallow, nod and watch as he jacks himself a few times, his head falling back against the wall, “Olivia.”

My eyes raise slowly to meet his, where he looks both pained and needy back at me.

“Touch me, Liv.”

My hand feels like it belongs to someone else, like I’m watching it unfold in front of me instead of doing it. His gaze follows my movements as I reach forward and grip him, his thickness filling my grip.

He jerks in my hand, making me jump a little. He places his hand on top of mine to encourage me, “Like this.”

His hand moves mine upwards towards his body, then back to the tip of him where he’s leaking. His groan is rewarding when I squeeze him, making my stomach drop, and he releases my hand to let me take over control.

I almost drop the hold I have on him, my limbs feeling heavy and numb, but the look in his eyes gives me the confidence to continue.

I watch his face when I stroke him again, once, twice, then move my gaze back to the hard rod in between us, my stomach dipping and swirling inside me. I feel arousal lick at my panties, finding my confidence from listening to the sounds he makes, my name a frequent praise from his lips, so I pick up the speed and test different grips.

With a sweep of my thumb on the tip, he groans my name, making my attention move back to his face.

He grinds his teeth, “I want your mouth.”

My stomach drops again, nerves flooding my veins, my hand freezing mid-stroke. My mouth opens a little to speak and he shakes his head.

“C’mon.”

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