Chapter 7

Carly

I can’t stand it if he pulls away. Not now that he’s started what I’ve been dreaming about since… well, since the plane ride if I’m honest. Long before that if I count those years I had the crush. This is something much deeper than peeking at him and wishing he’d see me as an adult. We’ve turned a corner, and if he’s being serious, we’re not turning back.

He runs his fingers through my hair, his fist tightening around a handful as he tips my head back to claim my mouth again. I open eagerly, desperate for his tongue. And his hands, which slide from my hair, down my shoulders, raising goosebumps on my arms.

He smells like leather and the fancy little bottles of shampoo my mom equipped the cabin bathrooms with. Like every good memory I’ve ever had, because it seems like Braden was there for all of them.

Gripping his shirt, I try to get closer, so hungry I can’t think straight. This hunger goes far deeper than anything that’s out on the breakfast buffet. I’m insatiable, getting more ravenous with every stroke of his fingers on my heated skin. He starts shuffling backwards toward the bed, keeping a firm grasp on my waist.

When his legs hit the edge of the bed, he stops, moving his hands to the sides of my face, pulling back to look at me. I see the same hunger in his deep blue eyes, a crazed sort of desire that makes my heart pound even harder.

“You’re so damn gorgeous, Carly,” he tells me in a rough voice.

I want to snicker, or make a face of disbelief, but there’s no deception in his eyes. He means every word. My cheeks start to burn, and he strokes them with his thumbs, leaning down to kiss the side of my neck.

Oh God, I’m melting. My legs actually start to go out from under me, but his strong hands keep me upright. While nuzzling his way down my throat, his fingers work their way under my top, and the feel of his hot palms against my sides has me pressing against him. I gasp at the stiff rod that pokes into my belly, warming at his low chuckle.

“That’s what you do to me, Carly. I’m harder than steel for you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night.” A sliver of nerves cracks through my wild hunger. This is real. I want him so much, but…

Putting my hands firmly on his chest, I take a deep breath and push away. Ignore the confusion in his lust-darkened eyes and dig my fingers into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Am I really going to confess and risk ruining this perfect moment?

“Promise you won’t stop,” I say.

He shakes his head. “I already said there was no stopping.”

I sigh, hoping that’s true after I say what needs to be said. “I’m a virgin. I- I’ve never even gone this far before.”

His eyes were as dark as a stormy sea before. Now they’re almost obsidian, with barely a hint of blue. “Good,” he growls.

“Good?” I squeak in reply.

His slow smile has me leaning close again, and he runs his finger down the side of my jaw. “Yes. I can’t wait to show you how good I can make you feel.”

He kisses me again, slow and lingering, his tongue teasing mine until I’m gasping. His body is tightly coiled, ready to spring, even as his hands move with more purpose. He’s driving me over the edge, bit by tiny bit. And I’m loving every minute of it.

Soon I really am too weak to stand, collapsed against him as he holds me up. With a smile, he turns and lays me down on the bed, easing his big body down next to me. I sneak a glance at the bulge straining against his jeans and close my eyes tight. The next thing I feel is his hand sliding under my top, up to the edge of my bra.

“Braden,” I whisper, just because I want to say it. Want to prove that this is all real and not a dream.

He pushes my top all the way up and unsnaps my bra, his head lowering to swipe his tongue across each nipple. “Delicious,” he murmurs.

My hips rise as he brings them to tight peaks. When he stops, I open my eyes to see his hands grasped in tight fists as he takes in my body with my shirt pushed up under my arms. I still have shorts on, and they suddenly feel constricting. I sit up and he whips my top off, flinging it to the side. My bra follows it, and he presses me back down, kissing his way down my belly.

I can’t even giggle, the hot trail of his lips is so intense. Ticklish, but making me want to make the same low, growling noises he is when he gets to my waistband.

“I need to taste every inch of you, Angel,” he says, tugging the shorts down my hips.

His eyes darken at the sight of my panties, and I curse myself for always wanting to be comfortable. Running a finger down the front of the simple white cotton, he looks up at me, capturing me with his dark gaze as he moves that finger sinuously up and down.

Angel. I’ve been dreaming of him wanting me this way for nearly my entire life, I can’t believe this is really happening.

I start to pant, my hips moving without any brain power attached. He’s in control. I moan, reaching for his hand, wanting more. So much more.

“Let me show you how good I can make your little pussy feel,” he says, taking my hand and moving it away. “Stay still and let me teach you.”

I can’t believe I’m not actually on fire. The way he’s taking complete control is turning me on like nothing ever has before. It’s like he’s making me shed my skin and break free. Didn’t he tell me I could do whatever I want? I only want more of this.

It’s clear he’s been holding back ever since I told him I was a virgin, but it’s also clear that it’s getting more and more difficult for him. His hard muscles shake as he grips my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Do you want my tongue on your hot little clit?” he asks, moving his mouth against my damp panties, pressing against the swelling bud that’s sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down my body.

“Yes,” I moan.

When I lift my head to look down, he’s staring up at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes. He moves his hands from my hips and slowly parts my legs. “Tell me how much you want me to eat your juicy pussy, Carly.”

I actually make a whining sound, reaching for his hair. I love every second of this and don’t want it to ever end. “Take care of me, B,” I whimper, so free that I’m soaring. Then I fake a pout and grip his hair. “Lick your little Angel,” I demand.

He goes wild, the last bit of his restraint completely dissolved as I keep softly begging him to keep going. “Show me how to feel good,” I say, my hips rising to get closer to his mouth.

He rips my panties at the seams and shoves my legs wider apart. Plunging his face between my thighs, his tongue finally meets the exact spot he’s been so expertly teasing with his fingers.

He keeps me pinned in place with strong hands, lapping at me until my voice gets louder and louder, repeating his name, begging him for more.

He stops abruptly, making me nearly tear out a chunk of his hair. “What?” I say, almost sobbing. “Please don’t stop.”

He laughs, half in frustration, half in sincere joy. “Carly, remember where are,” he hisses. “I’m fully prepared to get my ass beat for you, but not until after I sink my cock inside you and really give you something to scream about.”

I go still, trying to remember what I’ve been moaning, and how loud. Absolutely mortified until he drops his head and pushes his tongue deep and hard. Then I forget all over again. Where I’m at, who might hear. Nothing matters. Not even the future I was so worried about. Braden is making everything all better. The fact that he’s willing to take my brothers beating makes me want him even more. How did I get so lucky?

“I… I need more,” I say somewhat nervously.

I can feel him grin as he pushes deeper, runs the flat of his tongue harder against my most tender parts. I’m soaking wet and pulsing with need, wide open for him. And then, and then… he finds the exact spot, pushing hard, then soft, and hard again. Despite his tight grip on me, my back arches. I grab the pillow just as my moan gets louder. Braden doesn’t let up, keeps going, keeps bringing on those waves of pure pleasure.

I realize he’s let me go and my legs are clamped around his head as I start to come back down to earth. Letting the pillow fall away, I take long, slow breaths as best I can, my hands weak at my sides. I don’t remember letting go of his hair and I weakly reach to run my fingers through it now, while he kisses the slick insides of my thighs.

“How was that?” he asks. I can hear the smugness in his voice, but it’s well earned.

“Amazing,” I say, heart still hammering double time.

He pulls himself next to me and kisses me, his mouth slippery with my own juices. His hard cock throbs against me and I turn into him, reaching down to push my hand inside his jeans.

He goes still when I wrap my hands around his pulsing shaft. A low groan rises up his throat as I start to stroke the velvety steel. He’s huge, absolutely massive. Not that I have anything to compare him to, but he fills my palm and takes a long stroke to reach the dripping tip.

Seeming to sense my new bout of nerves, Braden slips his fingers between my thighs and eases inside me, pushing and stretching. His forehead drops to my shoulder.

“How am I not already deep inside this tight little hole of yours?” he mutters, muscles quaking.

“Because you always take care of me before yourself,” I say, nuzzling my face into his chest.

He looks up at me, still tantalizing me with his fingers. His eyes are utterly serious. “That’s right. I do. I always will. This is real, Carly. I meant every word I said. You’re mine now.”

“Then you better take me.” I reach again for that big cock, smiling as he kisses me.

“I want to be inside you,” he says, rising over me. Playfully nipping at my shoulder, he groans as he pushes the tip of his cock against my opening. “God, I need you so much.”

Without waiting for my response, he plunges inside me, so deep I yelp, burying the sound in his shoulder. He holds himself still, bristling with barely contained energy, until I relax and sigh against his neck. “More,” I say. “Please, more.”

“I’ll give you everything,” he promises. And I believe him.

Deep and hard, his cock pounds inside me, stretching me to fit perfectly and bringing me to all new heights. “I love feeling all of you,” he says, giving me a proprietary look that makes me shiver with delight. “Your body is mine, and I can’t wait to come inside you.” His eyes light up with a passion that makes me cling to him.

“Yes,” I breathe into his neck. “Oh God, yes.” Every stroke of his thick cock inside me is driving me closer to another of those glorious orgasms he’s so good at giving, and I can’t wait much longer.

“I could fuck your tight little pussy all day long.” He pushes deeper and harder, groaning with every thrust. “Damn it, Carly. How are you so fucking perfect?”

“Harder, B, please harder,” I say, nearly whimpering. He feels so good. I’m so glad I waited for him.

“Fuck,” he snarls, moving faster. His eyes close as he drives so deep I have to turn my head into the pillow again to keep the whole house from hearing what he’s doing to me.

I’m already so close, but he slides his hand between us to find my clit, and the moment he swipes the swollen nub, I clench around his cock, biting down on his shoulder to muffle my cries. He goes and goes, filling me up with his hot seed until we’re both lying in a limp tangle.

I hold onto him, my arms around his neck. His face is buried against my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck. He breathes me in deeply and quietly moans something I can barely make out. The only word I catch is happy.

“Me too,” I say.

“I said the way you smell makes me happy,” he laughs. “Like vanilla and honey.”

“Oh.” I’m a bit embarrassed but not for long. Not wrapped up in Braden’s arms, not after what we shared just now. “I thought you said you were happy, so I said, me, too.” Then I go all out and admit my real feelings. “You make me happy, Braden. You kind of saved me.”

He snorts and shakes his head, but I tell him it’s true. I’d been hiding how worried I was about my parents starting to pressure me in their own kind, caring way, to start the life they thought I should be living. I thought I had a couple more years before they really started doubling down, but all the suitors showed me my mom was dead set on getting me set up and on the way to a life that wasn’t going to truly be mine.

“You really made me see what it is I want,” I tell him. “And now I’m ready to fight for it.”

“I’m going to be fighting at your side,” he says, kissing my nose. Then he grimaces. “After I let Matt kick the shit out of me.”

“He wouldn’t dare,” I say. “I won’t let him.”

Braden shrugs, even lying down. “No, I deserve it. But after he gets it out of his system, I think he’ll come around.”

I insist he’s wrong and Matt won’t be that upset. We make a bet on it, one I’m certain I’ll win. He’s just as certain my big brother is going to tear his head off and shove it up his ass and we keep coming up with more and more gruesome ways he’ll be punished for daring to set his sights on me.

Hearing that he’s still willing to take a beating for me makes me want him again. Without another word, I crawl on top of him. I can already feel him hardening beneath me once again and he quickly flips me over.

“This round won’t be romantic, Angel,” he says, lifting me from my stomach so I’m on all fours in front of him. “Good,” I say, as he licks his fingers before reaching one hand to my clit as he strokes himself with his other. Within seconds, I’m dripping for him yet again. I don’t think I could ever grow tired of this. He pushes inside me in one, long thrust and I feel like I could burst with how full he makes me.

As his thrusts quickly grow more frantic, he never stops strumming my clit. I find myself shoving my face into a pillow to muffle my screams. Nothing has ever felt this incredible. We come simultaneously and he immediately flips us to our sides, remaining inside me as we lay back. I wish this moment would last forever.

*****

After a while we realize we’ve been in his room for a couple hours. It’s a miracle my mother hasn’t come looking for me, though this would be the last place she’d look. That makes me never want to leave. Braden gives me strength, though, as we get our clothes back on and he takes a peek into the hall to see if we can make a break for it without getting caught. We want one peaceful afternoon together before we confess.

With a quick kiss before I hurry out to wait for him outside, he smiles down at me, eyes full of wonder, and something else that makes my heart sing.

But what if he’s right about Matt? What if this destroys their lifelong friendship that’s so important to Braden, and what if my big brother never speaks to me again?