Wow, almost 1k views a couple days after the last updateâï¸that's amazing, keep it up guysâð
This will be the last update until after March Break because I am wifi-less at homeâ¹ï¸
There's a lot going on with Brooklyn and her thoughts in this chapter. Drama is going to arise with Miss May's decisions!ðð
Enjoy and have a great break!
MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Chapter Sixty-One: "Huh, I Thought It'd Be Better Than That."
AFTER DINNER, we all chatted for a bit before deciding to hit the strip and find the escape room place. Luckily, everyone ordered reasonably and didn't burn a hole into my wallet, or debit and credit cards for that matter.
The escape place looked pretty cool from the outside, and there were different levels. However, they were relatively easy. We tried medium, which was absolute bogus because we were only there for ten minutes, but that was because I wasn't really involved in that one. Then there was the hard level, which they had more trouble with so I finished it for them.
Point being, we went in there ready, and came out disappointed.
"I'm really sorry, guys." Selena sighs when we exit the building. "I thought it would be better."
"Huh." I frown. "I thought it'd be better than that, too."
"It wasn't that bad," Justin argues.
"Yeah, sure," Taylor chortles sarcastically.
"I'm serious!" He protests. "Had Brooklyn not been there, it'd probably be more fun."
"Hey!" I growl. "Are you saying I ruined the experience?"
"No," he raises his arms in surrender. "I'm saying your brain did." He adds with a smile.
"I'll keep that in mind next time you assure me that being a tag-along on a date is a great idea." I grumble out in annoyance.
"Relax, hot stuff, I'm teasing." He admits, reaching out and pulling me into a side hug.
I grunt in response, shrugging his arm off annoyedly. "You're despicable, Justina."
"Prove it to the judge, baby." He winks.
We continue small talk until a cab arrives for us. Selena pulled Justin aside a few minutes ago, saying she needed to ask him something. When the taxi finally arrives, I make a move to enter, but see the two cuties on a standstill.
"What, are y'all walking home or something?" I ask sarcastically.
"Yeah, actually. Sel's folks are away and she lives in the area so I'm gonna walk her home instead." Justin explains, and he and I lock eyes, me immediately knowing what his intentions are.
"Oh, okay," I say with a smirk. "I'll see you tomorrow or Monday then, yeah?"
"Definitely." He winks, and I giggle foolishly. Leave it to my best friend to choose the one night I met his new girlfriend to take her home for some shagging.
What an angel.
However I know Justin treats women wonderfully once they're actually dating, so I'm not all that worried. Plus, Selena seems like a cute girl and if she makes my best friend happy, then that's all that matters to me.
"Have fun with Prince Charming, babe. Don't do anything I wouldn't approve of." He says suggestively, purposely hiding the conversation from the other two, and a deep blush appears on my face at his indirect comment. Little does Justin know, that that offer is extremely tempting, given that all night, there has been sexual tension between Taylor and I since I'm pretty sure he laid eyes on me tonight.
"We'll see how the night progresses." I reply with a giggle. "Goodnight guys." I add in English, waving them off and dragging Taylor in the back of the taxi with me.
"What was that about?" He asks curiously once I give the driver the address of my house.
I shrug casually. "Just Justin being hopeful."
"A planned bang in progress?" He questions with a deep chuckle, his eyes twinkling mischievously making my stomach twist in knots. Oh God, tonight I am so screwedâmetaphorically, obviously. . . I hope so, at least.
"Possibly." I say, my hands clamming up at my sides that I need to wipe them. Luckily, the seats in here are not leather.
Taylor leans in closer so our arms are touching. "You seem nervous."
"I-I am not." I stammer.
"Yes you are." He smirks. "I know because you speak Spanish whenever you're drunk, nervous, or mad, and judging by how you've been since we ran into each other, nothing's changed."
"Fine, you're right." I grumble.
"Why are you so nervous?" He questions with a laugh.
I sigh, leaning my head back against the headrest before taking a long breath and turning to face him. He looks curious, although he has a knowing look on his face; I know I don't need to explain myself when he knows exactly what's up, but I do it anyway. "I know you feel it." I manage out in a quiet voice.
"Feel what, darling?" He murmurs.
"You know what, Taylor. If I've been feeling it all night, I know you have too and that scares me." I say honestly. I've waited for this for years, but it still doesn't mean I don't feel bad for Landon or the fact that Lord knows what happened since we've both last seen each other those couple years ago.
"Feel what, Brooklyn?" He chuckles softly. "The sparks? Because we haven't even touched each other intimately in almost three years."
"No," I say, even though when we were hugging or even a brief holding of hands I felt the sparks. I lean in closer to him, because I feel the cabbie eavesdropping. "The tension."
"Tension?" He repeats.
"The Goddamn sexual tension, Taylor. I know you feel it."
His eyes widen in realization and a sigh escapes his lips. "I'm sorry," he suddenly says sympathetically, "I tried to fight it. I have for a few days now but once I saw you in that dress. . . I guess I couldn't help myself."
I frown, my brain going haywire on what to do, because I have no freakin' clue as to how to get rid of it. Do I fulfill our desires, or stop seeing him? I don't want us to get awkward but I can't stand being filled with the such intensity for the rest of my visit because I know it'll drive me bonkers, and when I go bonkers, I am crazy for days. "I don't know what to do about it, Taylor."
He shrugs, leaning closer so our hips are touching. "I don't either. But I don't plan on taking advantage of you, Brooklyn, because I still don't roll like that."
I nod understandingly. I'm still happy that the majority of the old Taylor is still there, just some major improvements and no drug involvementâor at least I hope not, otherwise I'm going to have to drop him because I cannot ruin my probation.
I don't wanna lose him, but I don't wanna go back to prison even more. I don't want to lose Landon even more than either of those two, but by the looks of it, I'm too late so who cares if I have a little fun tonight?
"I don't want to do anything we'll both regret in the future." I state.
"I wouldn't do anything you weren't positive on doing." He agrees. "I wouldn't jeopardize our relationship, because I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you, either." I whisper, turning my head so our foreheads are touching.
"Alright, kids, here you are." The driver suddenly says, snapping us back to the world and Taylor mumbles a thanks before paying him and walking me to my door.
"Wanna come in?"
"If you're sure." He replies.
I nod assuringly with a small smile and open my door, walking in and closing and locking it behind him.
We're silent for a moment as I take off my boots and toss my keys in the basket in the foyer before sitting on the couch. Taylor follows suit, removing his shoes and sitting beside me on the couch. Our silence remains, except he's still awfully close, too close to be considered appropriate. I turn and stare at him, just staring into his eyes trying to find any source of emotion I can find and use to figure out how tonight is going to play out. Taylor seems to be doing the same thing, except when he comes up with nothing or something, he grabs my face in his hands and gives me a serious expression. "Brooklyn. . ." He trails off. "I am so, so fucking sorry."
I feel tears brim my eyes, but I make no move to wipe them away. Your future is in tonight's hands, Brooklyn. What you do with Taylor affects your relationship with Landon, so don't be stupid. Your period may be fucking with your mind but you're not incapable of putting your hormones to the side.
"I shouldn't have done any of it. I put you in danger and I can never repay myself for what I didâfor what I put you through."
I shake my head rapidly, declining everything. "You did it to protect me, it's not your fault."
"It is," he argues, "I shouldn't have even brought your name up. I shouldn't have even said we were together if it meant him leaving you alone."
Once again, I find myself shaking my head. He's taking the blame, but it's just as much my fault as it is his. I didn't tell him to get out, I didn't try to help him. Instead, I got involved and in the end, neither of us won. We both got split, we both got arrested, and we both got charged under the same accounts, except he got longer time because they proved him guilty of murder when in actuality, if Christian didn't die from what Lacey explained, then I would have been the one closer to killing him because I hit him last. Sure they could've charged with manslaughter, but who the hell knows what the government has up their sleeves.
Needless to say, we both got away and proven innocent on the matter, except drug-relations is still under our files and will stay there forever.
"I was your girlfriend. You needed someone, and that someone was me." I protest. "Taylor, no matter what happened, whether we both got caught or not, I didn't regret helping you. I still don't. I regretted not saving you; us. I shouldn't have let you take the blame for me."
A small smile tugs on his lips, making me return the gesture easily. "I don't deserve someone like you, darling. You're too amazing for your own good."
My smile grows, and so does the blush on my face. The butterflies in my belly intensify, and I feel a deep ache in between my thighs.
Shit.
He starts to lean in closer, but I immediately place my hands on his chest to stop him from going any further. I deeply want this; I want this so bad but I refuse any involvement with Taylor if it means he's going to relapse. "Wait." I whisper.
He immediately pulls away, removing his hands and distancing himself. I can't help but feel sad that his warmth and protection is gone from my body. "I'm sorry."
"No." I say softly. "I just want to make sure that nothing from before is going to happen again."
He glances up at me, and I shudder when I see his eyes grew considerably darker, and want flickers through the shiny orbs. He looks pained that I stopped us, but I know he's showing consideration.
"I. . . I can't do this without knowing you'll bounce-back; that you won't relapse."
A breathtaking and gut-wrenching smile breaks on his face and he shakes his head. "Never. Never again."
I smile back, scooting closer to him and brushing my fingers against his cheekbones. "Good."
Guess you chose the hormones, Brooklyn. You idiot!
He stares at me for a moment before firmly gripping his hands on my hips, and brushing his mouth against mine. I lose my breath when I feel a deep desire for him form in the pit of my stomach, immediately igniting when he makes contact with my lips.
I can't help but moan against his mouth. Not only have I missed him, I've missed his kisses deeply and I haven't noticed just how much so until we rekindled. His grip gets tighter after I make the noise, and for some reason, I am not embarrassed in the least. I love what's happening right now, and he's going to know.
He breaks away and moves as he begins trailing kisses on my neck, my fingers automatically knotting in his hair and tugging as he finds my weak spot. He found out where the spot was the first time he decided to kiss my neck. He always teased it from there on, because even though we weren't ready for coitus, that was as far as he was letting us go in the moments, and I know it was for me and not himself. He wanted me to wait until I was a thousand percent sure I wanted what I was asking for, and he knew I was reluctant because I always stuttered my answer.
Now the thought has reappeared and I have never been so certain with anything in my life. We've given head to each other, but that's as far as things gone.
Now, I want more; I need more, and it seems that the hormones agree with me completely. Good, because masturbation just isn't doing it for me anymore.
"Taylor," I moan softly in his hair. He grunts in response, still teasing away at my throat.
"I want you."
Immediately he freezes, making me start to feel guilty. I shouldn't have said anything; we've only seen each other a week, and this is the first time we've kissed since we got arrested.
What the hell made me think that we would go so far so quick?
What if he doesn't want me as much as he used to?
No, scratch thatâwhat if he doesn't want me at all?
"What?" He asks, unlatching his lips from my neck to stare at me in shock.
"N-never mind," I say shamefully, avoiding eye contact. Stupid, stupid, stupid! "I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, no," he whispers. "I'm glad you said it." I still refuse to use my eyes so Taylor takes my face in his hands once again and forces me to look up at him. "Brooklyn."
"Iâ" I try to argue, but he shuts me up with a thigh-clenching kiss.
"I want you too," he whispers against my lips.
"Wh. . . really?" I ask softly.
"Baby, I've wanted you since the day I've met you," he chuckles quietly.
"You stopped us every time we got close, though," I frown. "I was starting to think you didn't want me like that."
"Of course I wanted you, darling." He says honestly. "But truth be told, you weren't ready. I could tell you weren't, so I stopped. I didn't want you regretting anything."
"I won't regret this." I lie with a hopeful smile. "I'm ready, and I want you, Taylor."
"You're sure?" He questions carefully.
I nod excitedly. "A thousand percent."
He smiles widely before bringing his lips to meet mine in a sweet embrace, and I find myself leaning into him more, trying to get closer. He abruptly pushes me back and pulls us up, reattaching our lips once we're both on our feet.
"Jump." He demands through my mouth, and I follow his command, gripping his shoulders and jumping up, his arms immediately wrapping around my waist and my legs around his.
His kisses get more hungry and tender the closer we get to my bedroom, and I can feel the bulge in his pants through each step he takes. I kiss him deeper, pressing myself as close as I physically can.
God, I've missed this release so much.
Such a thought brings an unwelcomed person into my head, and I mentally thank my every being for saving myself for Taylor.
And what makes this situation better, is that Taylor is a virgin as well. Or at least, last time I saw him he was.
When we reach the top of the stairs, my door is three quarters of a way closed, so Taylor kicks it open with his foot and slams it closed behind us, dropping me on my bed. I don't even know why we bothered closing the door; it's not like my parents will walk in any moment, and none of my friends have a key.
He gives me a deep loving and lustful look before slowly and dramatically climbing on my bed and hovering above me.
"It's about time," I whisper teasingly, "I thought I'd be all skin and bone by the time you reached me."
"Shut up." He says huskily, rolling his eyes, and putting more of his weight on me.
I suck in a breath, a wave of euphoria rushing over me. I feel really bad, I don't know why, but I don't care. I wanted him, I want him, I got him, and now I'm going to take advantage of the situation before I have to face the regret.
His lips pressing against mine softly has me brought back to the present, making the ache in my belly and between my legs increase.
My hands run over his chest, exploring his torso, and when I feel him stiffen when I reach his abs, I get the urge to know what exactly lies underneath the thin material he has on.
My hands travel further down until they reach the bottom, and I wrap my fingers around the cotton, tugging it upwards. Our kiss is broken when I reach his head, swiftly pulling the shirt off of him and throwing it somewhere across the room.
Taylor lifts me up, his hands finding themselves at the back of my dress. Softly, he brushes his fingers against the bare skin at my back, playing around with the zipper. It feels like forever until he finally starts to unzip it, pushing it downwards, and slipping the straps down my shoulders.
When he has the dress down to my waist, he sighs in awe and moans as his eyes trail down, burning into my flesh as he wanders further down.
My chest fills up with something undetectable, tightening at the desire and want in his eyes and a deep tint forming on my cheeks.
He gives me a small smile, tenderly kissing my lips before he starts kissing my neck, moving at an impatient pace, but savouring his every move until he reaches my bust, stopping and looking up at me. His eyes lock with mine while he unclasps my bra, his pupils dilated and full of deep emotion I currently can't decipher.
When my bra gets thrown, I watch Taylor nervously as he sucks in a breath, his eyes lingering at my naked chest.
"You're so sexy, baby," he groans, taking my breasts into his hands and massaging them with his thumbs.
The contact has me throwing my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes and enjoying the soft moans escaping my lips. Apparently, according to Taylor, I am not a quiet person when it comes to pleasure. If that's the case, he's not seen nothing yet; if he thinks I was loud with receiving head, just wait until everything happens at once.
I cry out unexpectedly when I feel something hot wrap around my girls, and I only notice it's his tongue when it grazes my nipples, having them painfully perk up, and nibbled. "Taylor." I manage to sigh out.
He pushes me backwards so I'm laying down again, and as his tongue and mouth work wonders on my breasts, I reach my arms down to unbutton his jeans, his erection pushing against my wrists as I work quickly to free him.
He groans when he's finally sprung free, the vibrations reverberating through my skin causing shivers to run down my spine.
I take him into my hand, stroking his length that barely even fits around my palm. When I feel him pulse only minutes later, he immediately slips out of my hold and presses his lips against mine. "I can let you do that to me all night long, baby, but I want this night to last." He whispers huskily on my mouth. Somehow, the dirty talk turns me on, and never have I ever thought I would actually be aroused by such disgusting words. Even though, realistically, they aren't even considered dirty words.
He removes the rest of my dress, and moves down so he's face-to-face with my hips. He doesn't waste any time before diving in.
"Taylor!" I moan loudly, and I can feel him smirk against the flaps of my nether region. His tongue works wonders, sucking and even nibbling against my most-sensitive organ.
I finish in minutes.
Out of breath from my high, I see stars and feel Taylor climb back up to me. "Am I okay to kiss you?" He asks softly. I open my eyes, staring up into his green orbs, that have so much darkness in them from pleasure, but still as bright as the sun. I nod in consent, feeling the taste of myself on his lips, which I find quite exhilarating. "Ready baby?" He whispers after a few moments.
I bite my lip, uneasily nodding. Maybe this is a bad idea. He gets ready, but suddenly stops when he's positioned right at my entrance. I wish he was Landon right now. "What? What is it?" I ask in slightly worry.
He doesn't want to stop, does he? Hopefully.
He curses under his breath, looking extremely annoyed with himself.
"Taylor?" I frown, bringing my hands up to stroke his cheek.
"I. . . I wasn't expecting to do this," he finally says, locking eyes with me. "I don't have a condom."
I get taken aback. Of course this was it; not him not wanting to share this moment with me.
See? This is the Universe telling you this is a bad idea! Stop!
I don't even hesitate when I answer. "I have some." I say, calming his nerves, ignoring the nagging feeling at the back of my head. I've been deprived of pleasure for years, I need a damn release and if Taylor can give me it as opposed to Landon, then so be it. Besides, for me currently, it's just sex and nothing more. "They're in the bottom drawer of my nightstand."
He gives me a flirtatious wink before leaning over to his left and digging around for the huge stash of condoms I have.
My dad gave them to me when I first turned fifteen. He said I shouldn't be needing them for at least another year, but that they were there for me if the occasion ever happened and to be safe and not pregnantâhis words, not mine.
He pulls his hand out and glances down, chuckling to himself. "What?" I question curiously.
"Strawberry flavoured," he teases.
I shrug innocently. "Better somethin' than nothin'. I'd rather a flavour than the taste of latex."
He shrugs, "Whatever floats your boat, darlin'. I have no problem with it."
I narrow my eyes, but before we can argue, Taylor gets right down to business.
"I'll go slow," he tells me. "Take deep breaths, okay?"
I nod, taking a deep breath and bracing myself. I've heard the storiesâI'm prepped for the pain.
Slowly, he inserts himself into me, making my eyes slam shut and a hiss escaping my lips as I bite my tongue so hard to not cry.
It hurts more than I thought. We shouldn't have done this.
"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly.
I ignore him. "Just keep going."
Even more further, and the pinching seems to increase.
"Brooklyn. . . you're crying." He tells me, and I shake my head, urging him to continue. "Want me to stop?"
"Go." Before I change my mind.
Nonetheless, he pulls out fully before re-entering. This time, the pain is dull and almost nonexistent. He stops to let me adjust, and when I give a consenting nod of my head, he gives me a soft kiss on the lips before whispering, "I'll go slow."
And with that, his body began rocking over mine, causing all kinds of emotion and pleasure flying through my body, and all I could hear was myârather loudâmoans of pleasure, the deep, throaty groans of the man above me, and our heavy breathing.
I wouldn't want anything more with him.
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So this is literally my first time writing a sex sceneð I struggled, like, badly to keep it up and have it make sense, so I'm sorry if it's shit, this isn't really my area of expertise and I'm kinda happy I don't write porn for a livingðð
Anyway, this is the chapter! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it!