Page 18 of Discord
“It sounded like someone was in pain.”
“Ignore them,” Brandon whispered against my pussy, his bated breaths tickling my sensitive flesh. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
I bobbed my head, coating Brandon with the moisture from my mouth and the pre-cum leaking from his tip. I paid no mind to the otherworldly conversation.
“Mia was probably watching a movie or something.”
“Then she should still be awake.” Another knock on the bedroom door, and this time, the words were directed at me. “Mia. Sweetheart. Are you awake?”
“Don’t stop,” Brandon sounded painfully agitated when I lifted my torso. “You’re doing so good, baby. Keep going.”
I realized every time the voices spoke, Brandon countered their efforts with his own. It reminded me of the objective for tonight; I wanted to feel better. I closed my lips around him tighter and relaxed my throat.
“Good girl,” his muffled groan vibrated against me. “Shut them out. That’s it, baby. Right there.”
His voice was carved out of lust and all things impure. It was crack for my libido. I doubled my efforts to take him deeper until he throbbed inside my mouth.
“There is no point in waking her up if she fell asleep.”
“That’s true.” Mom sounded unconvinced.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Footsteps scurried away as Brandon breathed against my pussy. “Fuck, I’m almost there.”
So was I.
Ecstasy grappled at my reach with his amplified assault on my clit. My thighs squeezed around his head, and Brandon pushed me over the edge when he held my lips open and sucked eagerly. My knees nearly buckled while I rode out the orgasm on his tongue. I sucked harder to keep myself from screaming as the never-ending waves hit me over and over. I gasped around his cock without stopping and wanted him to find the same pleasure.
It happened fast.
His cock throbbed while his hands tightened around my ass. Warm liquid filled my mouth, and I swallowed quickly as more gushed out with each stroke.
By the time his climax ended, my body was depleted. I moved forward, but Brandon’s arm around my middle stopped my descent on the mattress. He rose to his knees and picked me up by the waist to maneuver me.
My head hit the pillow, drained from the orgasm that had left me trembling. A comforter was drawn over me, cocooning me into a protective nest. Only then did I remember Brandon licking me to orgasm with my parents on the other side of my bedroom door.
Our unprecedented tryst turned awkward painfully fast. I angled my neck and watched Brandon out of the corner of my eye. My chest tightened once I had an unadulterated view. You didn’t have to be observant to recognize the tell-tale signs of guilt etched in his expressions and the shame in his beautiful crystal blue eyes. He was fighting a demon embedded deep inside him, one filled with remorse and self-loathing.
It shattered me.
I had overcome my loyalty toward Milo—enough to seek out Brandon for comfort—without considering the ramifications. He didn’t deny me, reopening the door to our nuclear sexual attraction. Brandon hated the desire he harbored for me. More so, he hated himself for crossing that line, especially in the way he let loose with my parents on the other side of the door. The thoughts must have plagued his mind, considering the thick tension.
Guilt bled out of my heart. The short-lived victory for breaking Brandon’s restraint was replaced with disgust over my actions. What had I expected to gain out of this anyway?
I blurted the first thing to come to mind. “You hate yourself for wanting me,” I said quietly, secretly hoping he’d deny it.
He didn’t. “You are the one who asked for this,” he reminded me with an edge to his rough voice.
I did, feeling like an asshole for doing so.
I sensed the war waging within Brandon. It didn’t matter if no one else knew about us. Brandon had to live with himself for losing control, and it was enough to stir his remorse. My complicated feelings for Brandon didn’t account for his self-hatred after comforting me.
I also recognized the predicament I’d put him in if we were caught together. Everyone would paint me as the innocent victim while pegging him for a predator. The idea of people thinking the worst of Brandon or drawing a parallel to his father made me physically ill.
“I shouldn’t have—”
“Doesn’t matter,” he responded harshly. “We can’t change what happened.”
