Page 3 of Brash for It
“Please,” she pleads, voice breaking.“Please let me come.Pretty Boy, I need it.I need you.”
That’s better.I slam into her again, hard and relentless, pounding her until she goes wild unable to control the trembles in her legs.She’s screaming now, shameless, every sound pushing me closer to the edge.
“Now,” I command.
She detonates around me, body shaking, pussy walls clamping down so tight I curse loudly.Her cries echo through the room as she shatters, still gasping my name.
I’m not done.I keep driving into her through it, using her spasms to milk every ounce of pleasure.My control’s slipping fast, every muscle straining.With a final thrust, I bury myself deep and spill into the condom, groaning against her neck.
For a second, the world stills.Just the sound of our ragged breathing, the sweat slick between us, her body slumped against the wall as I hold her upright.
Then it passes.
I pull out, tucking myself back into my jeans, not sparing her a second glance as she sags, trembling.She turns, hair a mess, mascara smeared, eyes wide like she’s waiting for something more.
There’s nothing more to give.
She’s still braced on the wall when I step back.Hair wrecked.Lipstick smeared.Breathing like she ran a mile.She looks up at me like I’m supposed to have something tender to say.I don’t.
“Bathroom is through that door.”I explain turning that direction.“I’m gonna get rid of the condom.Towels on the shelf.Don’t take the black ones.Those are mine.Clean up and get gone.”
Her mouth opens, then shuts.She pushes her hair behind her ear and wobbles, panties now tangled at her ankles.I’ve already turned to grab my cut.Leather feels right in my hands, familiar weight pulling me back into myself.I slide it on, shrug my shoulders, and the man I am clicks back into place.
She clears her throat.“Do you—uh—do you have a second?”
“Used it,” I remark.
Color floods her cheeks.She bends and yanks her panties up, scoops her skirt, shimmies it into place, all the fiddling buying her time.She’s not the first to stall.They think if they hang around long enough, I’ll soften.They mistake sweat for intimacy, noise for promises, orgasms for companionship.
She straightens, gathers herself.She’s pretty when she’s put together.Still pretty all ruined up, too.“It’s just… what’s your name, really?”
I meet her eyes.Hold.Let the silence stretch until it thins.“Kellum.”
She blinks like she expected a fake.“Okay.Kellum.”The way she says it is careful, testing out how it fits.“I’m—” I throw up a hand silencing her.
“Don’t need it.”I pass her moving to the bathroom.I dispose of the condom, wipe off my dick with a black towel, tuck it away, zipping my jeans, and going back to the bedroom.From there, she doesn’t speak so I move to the exit, twist the lock, open the door.I can hear the party still going not far away.“Bathroom’s what you got left.”
She doesn’t move.“Right.I just…” She bites her lip, breathes out.“Do you ever think about, I don’t know, something else?”
I look at her over my shoulder.“Something else what?”
“Something else like… not this.”She gestures to the room, the noise, me.“Like settling down.Having something that lasts.”
The word hits like a gnat.Annoying.Buzzing.Something I swat and kill.“No.”
She shifts.“You didn’t even think about it.”
“I don’t have to.”I lean my shoulder against the door frame, motion toward the door with my chin.“You lost?I gave you directions.”
Her mouth firms.“You don’t have to be an asshole.”
“Sure I do,” I reply bored with the entire situation.“It saves time.”
I can hear my family just outside the front door.My brothers are out there.My life is out there.I turn my back on the open bedroom door.Reaching in my back pocket, I grab what I need.Cigarettes.Zippo lighter.Moving to the front door of the duplex I open it, I light up, drag deep, fill my lungs, then blow it toward the cracked ceiling.The smoke hangs, then thins.
She’s still there.Most would have run by now.She plants her hands on her hips, chin high like she thinks she’s about to teach me something new.“You act like I’m asking for a ring.I’m not.I just, I don’t know, a phone number?Coffee tomorrow?”
“No.”
