Fighting Heart: Fighting Heart Erotic Bad Boy Romance Series Book 1 (6 page)

“You okay, Ashley?”

“Mostly. But I think if I have any more trouble, I’m going to lose this job.”

“What? But that wasn’t your fault.”

“The customer is always right. Always. Apparently.”

Brandon shook his head in quiet disgust, his eyes on mine the whole time, and I didn’t mind a bit. “When are you finishing?”

My heart leapt sky high, then fluttered back down like a feather on the breeze. “Um. We’re going to clean up, but mostly we do that the next day. I usually stay for a drink afterwards with the guys.”

“Oh. If you think you should stay, because of the problem and all, I understand.”

But what was the point in that kind of sacrifice? I didn’t want to be there tonight, and they were angry with me. I leaned my head on his shoulder for a moment, just to tell him something, to touch him, to encourage him to wait for me.

“Wait for me. Will you? I’ll be ten minutes.” I gave him my best, sweet smile and his face became filled with something between happiness, and something near hunger. The lion appeared. My abdomen began to tingle at the thought of him. “I’ll be waiting,” was all he said.

I worked the quickest clean up I had ever done, made my apologies and said I’d stay for the after work drink next time. When I walked out into the cold, quiet city darkness, Brandon was there, leaning against the wall, looking all the world like a heartthrob which Hollywood forgot. I was giddy with excitement, and I was full of a sweet aching urgency too. My night had been tough, and yet he had saved me again. I wanted my lion, and right now, it looked like I was finally going to get him…

We walked close together back towards the university buildings before Brandon made any kind of move. It was late at night, and this busy street never slept. Street urchins, crazies and people of all kinds were walking and mostly keeping to themselves as they passed us. I felt safe with him. The night felt amazing. I was full of excitement, hope and desire. I hoped he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I hoped he was a gentleman, but not
too much
of one... I was in need of him, and incredibly, I felt as if we’d already waited far too long. He spoke to me about his successes in writing. His early success was amazing yet he took it all in his stride. And here he was with me, a newbie, someone who one day wanted to taste the life he was tasting. My awe and innocence and rising desire must have shown through, because when we finally turned left away from the main road towards his flat, he drew me so close to him I lost my breath. I wrapped my arm around his waist, and his fingers found my hips. His strong, gentle hands probed under my jacket to touch my skin.

“Oh, that feels nice, Brandon…” I heard myself encouraging him, talking like a slut! But I didn’t care. His hands felt so good on my skin.

We must have walked around half an hour already and talked trash all the way. I was so heady with wanting I couldn’t remember a word of it. By now his fingers were tucked inside the belt line of my jeans, skimming the hip of my panties. I was melting hot. I was a bad girl. I couldn’t help it, I knew my knickers would be soaking by now, and I wanted him to know how wet I was for him. If he was a good boy, he was going to find out.  We got to the front door of his flat, and he had the key in his hand. He looked at me and his glossy eyes pointed down at me. I wanted to devour him. His lips nuzzled mine, and he kissed me. When he opened his mouth, I gently invaded his mouth and caressed his teeth with my tongue. He went wild in response, seizing me tightly, pressing his body to mine. I felt the urgency and his hardness pressing against my belly, and it made me hungry to see him in his full glory.

Our kiss broke and he whispered into my ear. “You’re sure about this? If you’d rather wait, we can wait.”

“Are you sure about this?”

He nodded.

“Then so am I. I want you Brandon.”

He smiled with lust in his eyes. “Good. Because I need you and I’ve just got to have you, Ashley… But, we need to be quiet. Marty and Amanda live here too.”

My face fell. He saw it straight away.

“It’s a house share. Amanda and Luke live here too. I don’t want to bother them at all. And I don’t want them to bother us… Are you with me?”

I processed it a little, but by then I didn’t care at all. I nodded and gazed into his wonderful eyes. “Good,” he said. He opened the door quietly and walked up the steps, his footfall near silent. I copied his moves and made a good job of it. There was music on inside, dramatic sweeping movie music, and I saw a flicker of light from a film screen through some glass above a closed door. Brandon managed to close the front door in silence, but passing the movie room seemed like a tougher challenge. I
really
didn’t want to deal with Amanda right now. I held my breath and we smirked as we passed the door and walked on more quickly to the rooms further down.

Finally, Brandon pushed his bedroom door and flicked on a light. I walked in ahead of him and span around to check it out while he closed the door behind me. This was the room where I was going to have him. This was the room where I was going to make love to the gorgeous man who saved my college career before it had begun. The room was well done, with no student posters in sight, but a full bookcase and a nice leather lined desk and leather side chair. There were books, a PC and most importantly, there was a large soft double bed in the centre of the room, in pride of place.

“You missed after work drinks. Do you want one now?”

I looked at the door and was pleased to see a lock, like a bathroom door lock. Brandon saw me looking and flicked it into place. Now we were locked in together. There was nothing I could do about it. I revelled at the thought.

“What have you got?”

“Armagnac. You want some?”

I shrugged. I had never had it before, so why not? He pulled up a bottle the size of a hip flask. “I’ve got no glasses here, but we can share from the bottle, right?”

“Absolutely. Let’s share away.”

He swigged the half bottle and passed it my way. I sat down on his bed, and took a big swig. The drink was like smooth fire, tasting of sweet brandy with a good aftertaste. I held back a cough and passed it back. Now he put the bottle aside and gazed at me, throwing his jacket off.

“We’re absolutely alone now. Even if they knock, we’ll ignore them. We can be as quiet as you like. We can be as loud as you like.”

“Honey, please come and kiss me.”

His eyes narrowed at me with desire and he smiled. He looked more lion-like than ever in his bedroom. I was wearing my jeans, but I wanted him close. I wanted to wrap my legs around him. I opened my legs and he knelt down and nestled between my thighs. It felt so good and right to have him there pressing against me. He stood on his knees and we kissed, long and passionate. I nuzzled his lip and gently he bit on mine. I could feel the restraint in his passion, his lust boiling beneath his clothes. I wanted to him to let go. I leaned in and kissed him behind his ears, raking his long brown hair with my hands. I felt him shudder in delight and seize me in response. His hands toyed with the flesh of my hips, squeezing them, and his hands ran the length of my body, pressing on my shoulders to push me back onto the bed. I gave way and laid down.

“Take them off,” he said, gentle but commanding. Now I had the opportunity to present myself to him. I knelt up and unbuttoned my blouse. I undid the last button and opened it up to show him my cleavage, all pressed up for him in a black lace bra. He ate me up with his eyes, his gaze flicking from my body to my face. I loved the look on his face. He was barely in control now. I rolled back down and lifted my legs and unbuttoned my jeans. I wriggled my hips and pulled free.

“Help me, honey.” I said. The jeans rolled down to my ankles. He pulled them over my feet, and tossed them aside. It was no coincidence he was leaning over me now. I wondered if he noticed my arousal now. I could feel it so strongly I was sure he could.

“Your turn,” I said.

Without further encouragement, Brandon threw off his lumberjack shirt and the vest underneath exposing his sculpted body below. He was so fine to behold, and I nearly purred when I saw the definition of his pectoral muscles, his abs. There was a thin down of chest hair on him. He was manly, the most manly I had seen this close up in my whole life.

“Look at you,” I said.  He laughed.

“No, look at you. I want to look at all of you.”

“Then we’d better take it all off,”

“Yes, we had.”

I flipped over for him to undo my bra, and was delightfully shocked when I felt his hands on my buttocks. He massaged my buttocks. And then I sighed and my head hit the duvet.

“Ooooh, that feels so good.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” he said.

He couldn’t leave my bum alone. He squeezed it, and stroked my cheeks, and the eventually his finger slipped in between the material and pulled my panties down. I was naked now and I felt soaking wet. My vagina was there for him to see, to touch and to take. I was totally exposed and given to him and I didn’t mind at all. I gently opened my legs so he could see me, all of me.

I heard him groan at the sight.

“You look wonderful” he said. He unfastened my bra and I rolled over, my breasts coming free. He was ravenous now, eyeing me all over.

“I want to see you now, Brandon. Show me everything.”

He grinned. He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Before he’d even unbuttoned, the bulging head of his cock was pushing through past the zip. He pulled his jeans and shorts down, and there he was. His cock was tall and thick, fully engorged, and his big ball sack looked fully loaded.

“Look. At. You,” I said, smitten with his body, and his full size hard-on.

“You did this to me,” he said, laughing.

“Wait till you find out what you’ve done to me. Come here.”

He moved me back on the bed, and ravished me, his mouth surging over my body. His lips and tongue pulled and sucked at my nipples and I groaned. I shuddered at his touch, and his kisses drew lower. I knew where he was heading, and my soaking pussy was already throbbing at the prospect his wonderful mouth on my clit. He kissed my hip bones. He kissed my thighs. And then he gently pushed my thighs apart and pushed them back over my body and I felt him gazing at my pussy lips. I bit my lip in excitement as I felt his lips nibble at the skin around my pussy. He pressed a finger to me and my wetness gave straight away and his finger slipped inside me. I sighed and bucked and opened my legs wider. Brandon didn’t need a hint. Brandon kissed the hood of my clit and gently pushed it back with his tongue. I just couldn’t control the wild feeling, the intensity as his tongue pushed at my clit and he kissed me there, then gently began to undulate his tongue over me as his fingers gently teased my pussy. I was so wet with excitement, I was already more than half ready. I bucked and seized his head and pressed his face in hard to me. I was too far gone to wait or to hold back. Waves of joy were moving through my whole body. I held him tight as my body exploded from the core with heat and light and it was wonderful. I groaned and rocked and sighed against his face until I couldn’t move anymore, and then I was done.

I opened my eyes to find him looming above me. “You are sweet and wicked girl. Now I’ve got to finish what you started.”

I smiled up at him, and said. “You want to put that wonderful cock of yours in me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Please make sure it goes in deep. Now there’s a good boy.”

“But be warned, sweetheart. I need you bad. When I get in you, I’m going to have to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. I really need to empty in you, baby, you turn me on so much.”

“Brandon, there is no tomorrow and I want every drop of you inside me.”

He laughed and then I gasped as I felt the vast bulb of his cock make its way, pushing me apart, taking up the entire space available within me, and then forcing its way deeper and wider still. I gulped at the sensation of being filled, and stretched beyond capacity. He forced his way up into me until it almost hurt, and now I could feel his nuts against me. It felt fantastic. When he started to rock and shaft me, sliding in and out of me, I was in another heaven. I needed each thrust. I wanted the fullness. The heat began to surge in me again. Rhythmically my body throbbed in time with his. I could feel his engorged manhood swell and throb and his body starting to spasm as the heat in mine became hotter still. I leaned up and seized him and pulled him down onto me, all his weight, and finally he thrust into me deeper than ever, I groaned and orgasmed again and felt his cock spasm and explode, shooting all of his cum deep into me, exactly where I needed him. I kissed his head as we came and held him as he shook. It was so good I didn’t want to let him go. I lay there with Brandon between my thighs and inside me, and felt triumphant. Exultant. I still had my job. I was still on my course. I had just had mind blowing sex with a totally gorgeous guy. And I had got one up on that pretentious Amanda. I wondered smugly how much she had heard of our action in the bedroom. Life couldn’t get much better than this, could it? If it could, I wondered how.

And yet even then, underneath it all, I already felt a strange little pang. As I kissed Brandon’s shoulder, the way-too-serious part of me wondered if this was the best it would ever get. Had I had it good too early in my student life? Was it all going to go downhill from here? I remember that nagging little voice, and I remember wishing it would just shut up and go away. But I now know that little voice isn’t always wrong.