Page 66 of Good Vibes Only
“I really like being with you, too,” I answered.
Brett leaned in and I closed my eyes. His warm and tender lips locked onto mine, and I felt a gentle tug on my thumping heart, pulling me closer, deeper into him with every kiss. I couldn’t deny it anymore—something profoundly powerful connected the two of us. Truth was, I’d felt this sensation since the moment we’d met. Only now did I realize I’d been resisting it, until this very moment, when I finally stopped fighting it, and the walls came down. A rush of giddy lightness poured into my full and brimming heart, and I couldn’t deny it anymore.
I like him.
I liked him a lot. I saw potential in him. I wanted to seemoreof him, go on more dates, maybe even call him my boyfriend—whichscaredme. Because every time I let a guy get close to my heart, it inevitably led to disappointment and disaster.
Please don’t let me down.
Brett pulled back and stared at me, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed with a bittersweet smile. Had he read my mind? Had he gotten spooked? It wouldn’t shock me, if so—though it would be a record time.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, and no matter how much I tried to hide it, I could hear the concern in my voice.
“Nothing. I’m just already so bummed I gotta go on this road trip,” he said, and glanced at his watch.
“Why’s that?”
“Because all I wanna do is hang out with you.”
God,could he ever make me smile. And just like that, I shrugged a ten-ton weight from my shoulders.
“You’re so cute,” I said, and giggled with relief. “Come here.”
I gestured for him to come closer and wrapped my arms around him as the two of us sank into the couch, content to just kiss each other and bask in each other’s glow and warmth …
At least, that’s how it started. But each juicy kiss burned hotter and brighter, like fuel thrown on a fire, and it didn’t take long before our hands began to wander.
He dragged the tips of his fingers up down my sides, my nerves tingling and screaming for his touch. I writhed against him, wanting him to explore me, needing his hands all over me.
Brett knew what I wanted. His big hands smoothly traveled lower, past my waist. But when he finally neared the spot between my legs, he leaped past it. My hips bucked and I mewled with disappointment, desperate for his touch.
He chuckled. “Wow, you really want it, don’t you?”
I pouted. “Don’t make me beg.”
“What if I like it when you beg?” he countered.
His gritty voice made my pussy clench. If that’s what he wanted? I’d happily give it to him.
“Please, Brett,” I whispered seductively in his ear. “Won’t you play with me?Please?”
Brett let out a primal growl, the animal inside him roused. He grabbed hold of my shirt and yanked it over my head. He made equally short work of my bra—then let out a surprised little gasp when he laid his eyes upon my bare breasts.
“Oh,” he said, biting his lip. “They’re pierced.”
“Do you like them?”
His eyes darkened with lust, and his smile slowly spread as his hands traveled up my torso. My breasts filled his cupped hands.
“Lovethem,” he growled. He squeezed and jiggled and fondled my boobs. “Can I play with your piercings?”
“I’d love it if you did, Brett.”
He smiled happily and gave my barbells a little tug. He was a gentle lover, always peeking up at my face to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. But the more he played with my boobies, the more of an animal he became, and he began to pinch and pull and twist my piercings a little harder, a little rougher. But I didn’t mind. I liked it—and the girls enjoyed the attention, too, my nipples poking out like rock-hard points.
“Wow,” he muttered. “Your titties are so fucking nice.”
I giggled. “I’m glad you like them.”
