Chapter Thirty-One - Feeling guilty

Skyla

I feel terrible as I arrive home at eight o’clock in the evening. Yes, I knew it would be a busy day, but I didn’t expect to be this late. I had let Brandon know I would be late, and he seemed fine with it, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty. Tomorrow should be a little calmer. I head inside, and Brandon is nowhere in sight.

Maybe he got bored and went out. I sigh and head to my bedroom to put my stuff in, and the second I step inside, I see Brandon on my bed, sound asleep. Jetlag must have caught up with him. I set my things down and sit on the edge of the bed next to him.

“Brandon,” I whisper and gently shake him.

I don’t know how long he has been asleep, and if he sleeps much longer, he will be up all night. He groans but doesn’t wake. I snicker and reach down, kissing him softly. Brandon soon wakes up and swiftly pulls me over him, not breaking away from the kiss.

I moan softly into his lips, and he holds me tighter to him before rolling us over so I am underneath him. Brandon parts from the kiss but keeps his place on top of me.

“Hi,” he smiles.

“Hello, handsome. I am so sorry I have been away all day and most of the evening.” I reply sadly.

Brandon caresses my cheek, “You don’t need to be sorry, beautiful. I knew when I agreed to come back with you; you would be busy.”

“I know, but I didn’t think I would be away for so long.”

Brandon wanted to take me out for dinner, but it was too late now. By the time we get ready and decide where to eat, it will probably be close to ten. I don’t tend to eat meals that late.

“It is alright, angel. Since we couldn’t make it out for dinner, do you want to order in?” he suggests.

“Sure. What would you like? You can pick since I am the reason we didn’t make it out.”

It is the least I could do since I ruined his plans.

“Hmm, Chinese food?”

“Yes, I know the perfect place. The food is incredible.” I grin.

It is the only Chinese takeaway I use when I fancy one. The food is delicious and fresh.

“Great. Shower first?”

“Yes, a shower sounds good.” I smile.

Brandon climbs off me and jumps to his feet. I do the same. He takes my hand and leads us to the bathroom. I switch the shower on; it takes a minute to heat.

“How did you occupy yourself today?” I ask as we strip down.

Brandon didn’t answer me at first because he was too busy looking me over as I took my clothes off.

“Hmm, what, sorry?” he chuckles and finally looks me in the eye.

I laugh, playfully roll my eyes and step into the shower. He is quick to join me. Just as I am about to repeat the questions, he pushes my back to the wall and crashes his lips to mine.

“I missed you,” he groans into my lips.

“Fuck, I missed you too.” I moan and slip my arms around his neck.

It doesn’t take long for it to become heated. I slide my hand between us and stroke his excitement. He hisses and pulses under my fingers. I smirk and reach into his ear.

“Tell me what you want, Brandon.” I purr and nibble on the lope.

I hear his breathing pick up, “I want your mouth around my cock.”

“Happily,” I say and turn us around.

I drop to my knees in front of him, his eyes watching my every move. I seductively lick my lips and dip my head down, flicking my tongue over the top. Brandon groans and wraps his fingers in my hair. I run my tongue along the base before taking the tip into my mouth. I slowly inch him in until I can’t take any more.

I worked my lips along his cock, moaning as I did. I enjoy giving him head.

“Fuck, angel, you always take my cock so fucking good.” He pants.

His compliment encourages me, and I put my best work in. I find the perfect speed and rhythm, which I know drives him crazy. His grip on my hair tightens.

“Yes, fuck, baby, so good. Take it,” he grunts.

I draw him out of my mouth, circling my tongue on the tip, tasting the pre-cum. I whimper and lick my lips before taking him back in. I glance up at him. His head is back, and his eyes are closed. I love watching him when I pleasure him because it turns me on. Between my thighs were soaked and throbbing.

“Stop; I want to cum inside of you,” he breathes out.

I remove him from my mouth. He offers me his hand and helps me back to my feet. Brandon pulls me tightly to him and kisses me. He swings us around, and my back is soon against the wall again. Brandon doesn’t hesitate to lift me from the ground.

I wrap my arms and leg around him, grinding against him, and he thrusts into me. I squeal and dig my nails into his back. Brandon places one hand around my throat. I gasp, and a shudder runs through me. It arouses me when he does it.

He presses deep and rough.

“Yes, just like that, baby. Harder.” I plead.

“Is that what you are in the mood for, angel, hard and rough?”

I nod eagerly, and he gives me exactly what I want. He always knows what I need. I rock my hips with his, and it doesn’t take long for me to start tightening around him.

“So soon, baby?” he pants.

“Yes,” I whimper and kiss him.

Brandon draws out of me but slams back in. He repeats the movement a couple of times, and it is enough to send me over the edge. I cry out his name, my legs shake as my orgasm hits e with force, and I spill around him. Brandon buries his face in my neck, continuing to work into me, and he follows seconds later; my name comes from his lips, and he fills me up.

Brandon places my feet on the ground, and we take a moment to catch our breath.

“I have been needing that all day,” he breathes out.

“Me too.” I agree.

I didn’t realise how much until now. Brandon kisses me softly, and we finally get around to showering. We will be ready for food now after burning our energy off. And I am sure we will burn the calories of the food off in no time either tonight.

The man is so damn addictive! I can’t help it!