Page 16 of Changing Lanes

“Yes. God, yes.” He chuckles deep in his throat, it’s laced with fervent intensity.

To show him how ready I am, I muster the strength to hook my other leg around his hip. I’m rewarded with a growl. His cock bobs, rubbing against my pussy. Gasping, I dig my heels into his hips. He presses in, his cock entering me slowly.

Inch by amazing inch, he fills me. I knew he was gifted, but his girth and length took me by surprise. Parting my lips, I drag a ragged breath to steady myself, hoping to relax and become acclimated to him. When his lips brush mine, I open my eyes to see him nose to nose with me.

“You alright?” Could he get any better?

“Uhuh,” I mumble. He runs his nose up mine, kissing the tip before leaning back.

“You sure?” He searches my eyes, making sure when I say yes, I mean it.

“Yes, babe.” I nod with my answer.

He gives me a wry grin and begins to move. I’m going to be sore as hell. Thank, fuck. Slowly, he drags his thick cock from me to the tip before sliding ever so diligently deep within me. In and out until he builds his pace. Finding our rhythm, my hips rise to meet his every thrust.

Our bodies meet so close, there are no sounds in the room except for our pants and groans. Grunting as he fills me to the max, I moan when he slides out. He buries his face in my neck, and I turn into his, sinking my teeth in. Nipping him as he pounds my pussy, loving the fullness.

He slides his hand over my nipple before separating us by a mere inch, landing on my clit. With a few quick rubs, I squeeze him between my thighs, releasing my second orgasm with as much vigor as the first time. To which, Brannon follows. Both of us praising the other as we kiss, coming back to reality.

After we gather ourselves, Brannon rolls to my side, pulling me close to him. He’s quiet. Almost too quiet, and it worries me. I’m not sure if I should say something. Ask if he’s okay or just let it be. The longer I lay here in his arms, the more I know, he was meant to come into my life. He groans with movement and finally talks.

“You alright?” His breath races across my ear, where my hair tickles me. I twitch. “So, I make you twitch?” He chuckles when I do it again.

“What? No. Your breath blew my hair over my ear, and it tickled.” He laughs again.

“That your story?” What the hell? I’m worried, and he’s accusing me of twitching. Turning in his arms, I face him.

“You go radio silent after an epic fuck-fest, and I’m the one who’s odd?” He stares at me, never blinking. My belly begins churning, I’m flipping shit inside.

“Epic fuck-fest? I was thinking ultimate, but okay.” He shrugs with a wink. Such a smartass.

“Seriously?” I scrunch my face up in disbelief, I allow my insecurities to get the better of me.

“Torrie, what’s wrong?” Lifting my chin, he encourages me to look at him. I study his face, seeing his playful grin appear tells me I’m overthinking this time.

Shaking my head to rid the thoughts, I answer, “Nothing.”

He tightens his full lips, waiting on me. When I still don’t respond, he does. “I’m young. I’m gonna make mistakes. But if you think I’m gonna call this one, you’re wrong.” He stares at me until I acknowledge his words.

“So, you don’t regret it?” I ask, taken aback. I remember what he said. “You know, because of her.”

“No. I’ve fought asking you out for weeks. I knew when I came here, I had better damn well accept my fate.” Well, that’s an open book.

“Okay.” What more could I ask from him? He kisses my forehead.

“I need to hit the bathroom. By the way, your phone has been ringing.” He bends over before standing, it’s then I realize he had tied off his condom. Rolling my eyes, I admonish myself for screwing up.

“Thanks for that.” I point to the condom.

“You’re welcome. We didn’t take the time to cover this so I did,” he replies as he walks to the bathroom.

“I take Depo, for future reference. I do appreciate it, though.” He nods, turns, and closes the door.

As soon as the door closes, I jump from my bed and sprint to the living room. I scan it for my phone, there on the end table. I scramble to it and find five missed calls. Fuck. I’ve got to call them back. Just as I think it, it rings again.

I toss it to the couch like it can see me. What the hell. Okay, calm down. Clothes, you need clothes. I sprint to the kitchen, throwing my dryer open. I grab the first decent thing I see and drag it over my head. Now, pants.

After I find clothes, I run back to look in the mirror. Raking my fingers through my hair, I flip my head over, gather it quickly, and grab the tie. But it’s not there. I run my hand over the table a few more times before raising up to look properly. Brannon is standing there with the tie in his fingers and his v all puffed up.