31. Movies or handjobs

Diana 

 

    I sat on the bleachers, watching all of the guys run up and down the field, trying to score a point. The sweat glistened off of their tanned and toned bodies. Their muscles flexed as they pushed each other around.

      

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes in hopes to regain my composure. I loved watching them play soccer together, especially him. Our families lived right next door to each other when we were younger. My brothers, his brother, his best friend, and he would always play soccer every Friday night before he made it to one of the national teams.

      

Ever since then, he has been traveling around. He only came to visit a couple times a year, and when he did, they all made it a priority to play soccer together, and I made it a priority to watch him.

      

"Hey, Diana!"

      

My eyes flew open to see him running toward me. He reached me and picked up the soccer ball that had been kicked my way.

      

"We're going back to my place to watch a movie after the game. Care to join?" He smiled my way.

      

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain eye contact with him and not his V-line.

      

"I would love to come, Brody!"

      

"Great! We're watching a horror movie."

      

My eyes went wide. I didn't particularly like horror movies.

      

He sensed my uneasiness. "Don't worry. If you get scared, I'll protect you." He winked my way and sprinted back to the rest of the guys.

      

I watched them play for almost an hour more, and soon enough, we were at Brody's house, sitting in his living room. To say his house was big was an understatement. His couch could fit all six of us, and there was still room to spread out a little. I was amazed at how successful he had become.

     

His brother, Igor, turned the television on and began the movie. We were only halfway through, and I was nearly shaking. I wrapped my arms around myself to ease my nervousness.

      

"Scared, Diana?" I heard from my left.

      

I looked over to see Brody smirking at me.

      

I didn't want to seem like a baby to him. 

"No," I said, trying to hide my fear.

      

"Then, why do you have goose bumps on your skin and look like you're about to have a panic attack?"

      

I looked down to see small goose bumps on my arms.

      

"Oh, I ... uh, I'm just cold," I lied.

     

"Well, come share my blanket with me then." He motioned to the blanket that sat on his lap.

      

My lips parted slightly as I was about to say that I wasn't really cold and didn't need the blanket, but he beat me to it.

      

"Come here."

      

I scooted closer to him. The blanket was small, so in order to share it, we had to be cuddling. I could feel his flexed muscles as my frame was tucked into his arm. I tried to turn my attention away and turned back to the movie.

      

I didn't want him to think I had a crush on him or have him know the kind of effect he had on me.

      

His hand landed on my mid-thigh, and I nearly jumped. I squeezed my legs together, slightly embarrassed at my instant excitement. I looked over at him to see him staring at the television with a smirk on his face. He knew he affected me.

      

Clenching my jaw, I stared back at the television, trying not to draw too much attention to us from everyone else. I took a few deep breaths as his hand moved down my thigh to my knee and rested there.

      

If he thinks he can just toy with me like that, he has another thing coming to him. An idea began forming in my head, and I smirked.

      

I placed my hand on his thigh under the covers. From the corner of my eye, I saw his jaw clench. I smirked to myself once more and slowly made my way up his leg until I was inches away from him.

My heartbeat sped up. I was about to do something I only ever dreamed of. Worries came to my mind that he would call me out in front of everyone for doing this, but he hadn't stopped me yet. I pushed my doubts aside.

      

My fingers brushed against the front of his shorts, and I felt his cock underneath. I stroked my hand up and down it from the outside of his clothing and felt him growing hard underneath me. I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease my excitement. A small, almost-inaudible sigh escaped from his lips.

      

My fingers made their way to the top of his shorts, and I slipped them inside. I gripped him in my hand and felt his whole length. I bit my lip, thinking about what I would do to him if we were alone, thinking about what he would do to me. His breathing became uneven as I stroked him faster.

      

I felt his gaze on me, and I looked over to meet his dark, lust-filled eyes. I wanted more of him, but we obviously couldn't do anything here with others around. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. I needed a release, and I needed it now.

      

"Brody, where's the bathroom?" I asked.

      

"I'll show you! I got to get more popcorn anyway," Igor said from my right.

      

I quickly took my hand away from Brody's pants. He glared at Igor.

      

"I'll show you, and, dude, I'll get you some popcorn. Stay here," Brody said, staring back to me with another smirk.

     

I took a deep breath and got up. Brody grabbed Igor's bowl for popcorn and stood as well, placing the bowl in front of him to try to hide his erection.

      

Brody led me up the stairs to the kitchen and placed the bowl down on the table. He pushed me against the counter. His body pressed hard against mine. "What was that?" His voice was low and husky. He looked down at me.

     

I smirked up at him, my face growing red. "I-I don't know," I said, playing dumb.

      

"You know exactly what it was, and you're going to finish what you started," he said as I felt him rub up against my core.

     

I looked down to see his bulge in his pants. I placed my hand over the top of it and felt it in between my fingers.

      

"No, not like that."

      

I looked up at him to see him smirking down at me. He placed both of his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. His eyes filled with lust and want. He pushed down his shorts, and his member stood up.

     

I licked my lips. He was so big.

      

"Suck," he demanded.

      

I grabbed his dick with my hand and leaned in forward toward him. I pressed my lips on the tip of him and gave it a wet kiss. I slowly took more of him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head. He let out a soft moan. I took him out of my mouth and licked up and down his cock, making it all wet. Once it was, I put him back inside and slowly began to take him all.

      

I took him until he hit the back of my throat. His hands went to the sides of my head, tangling in my hair. He moved my head back and forth on his cock. He started slow but eventually became faster and rougher. I used my free hand to lightly play with his balls. He threw his head back and moaned. I stared up at him, and he looked back down at me.

"Damn, Diana," he breathed out.

     

I kept my eyes on him as I continued to pleasure him with my mouth.

      

"Fuck, I need you."

     

He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me up, placing me on the counter.

      

He grabbed my leggings and pulled them down and off of me, then did the same with my shirt and bra. Positioning himself between my legs, he pulled me in for a heated kiss. I felt him at my entrance and gasped. This was really happening.

      

As he entered me, I gripped his shoulders and let out a moan. He was so big. He allowed me time to adjust to his size, and I felt my core clench around him. He smirked at me and began to thrust in and out of me. He laid small, wet kisses down on my neck and sucked on the crook of it.

     

I gripped myself harder around him. His thrusts became harder and faster, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips made their way down to my breasts.

      

He sucked one into his mouth while his other hand grabbed my other one. His teeth grazed my nipple, and he bit down softly. I let out a louder moan.

     

I could feel the pressure building up inside of me. He took my nipple out of his mouth and wrapped his arms around my body, using me to thrust harder and faster. The pressure became stronger and stronger as his thrusts became faster. I gripped on to him, lightly sinking my nails into his flexed shoulders.

      

I felt a hard thrust, and then he went stiff. He let out a moan.

      

"Fuck," he breathed. He stopped thrusting in me after he released and pulled himself out of me.p

      

"No, don't stop. I was so close," I said.

      

He smirked at me.

     

"Diana, did you think I was done with you just yet?" His eyes went dark, and his hand moved up my body, taking in every curve until he gripped my jaw lightly.

     

I felt two of his fingers graze my core, and my hips pushed forward, wanting them to touch me more.

      

"You do not come until I tell you to. You can beg for it, but do not come, Diana. This is your punishment for being a bad girl during the movie. Do you understand?"

     

I looked at him and nodded.

     

His voice became louder. "Do you understand?"

      

"Yes," I breathed.

His fingers brushed my core once more, and I moaned out when they entered me. He began thrusting them in and out of me, hard and fast.

      

I felt the pressure in my core reappear, and I let out small moans. His mouth grazed my nipple, and he sucked it hard. My core was becoming wetter and wetter, and I tried to hold off my orgasm. My core clenched around him, and I could feel myself coming soon. He pulled his fingers out of me before I got the chance to do so.

      

"What did I just say?" he said as his lips sucked on my breast. "Don't come until I tell you to."

      

I felt the pressure in my core fade slightly. He waited a few more seconds, and I took a deep breath to calm myself. He kissed down my stomach, and his lips kissed my entrance. He licked up to my clit and started to make small circles with his tongue.

      

I gripped on to his hair and leaned back on my other arm. I tried to even out my breaths but ended up moaning instead. His tongue lapped faster until he kept a constant beat against my sweet spot. I moaned louder as the pressure reappeared once more, taking me higher and higher.

      

Both of his hands made their way up my body, and he grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers. I felt my core pounding with excitement, ready to be released. I didn't want him to stop.

      

"Please, let me come, Brody. Please."

      

He continued to play with my clit with his tongue but stayed quiet.

     

"Please. I need it," I moaned out. The pressure was becoming unbearable.

     

"No," he said and continued to lick my clit.

      

I moaned out in frustration. He took one hand off my breast and inserted two fingers into me. I gasped out at the sudden pressure. He thrust them into me, making a come-hither motion with his fingers so they hit my G-spot over and over again. His tongue continued to lick my clit. I clenched around his fingers and gripped his hair tighter. I couldn't hold on for much longer, but I knew I had to or else he would stop.

      

"Please, Brody. Please," I begged. I looked down at him to see a smirk dancing in his eyes. My eyebrows knitted together.

      

"Come for me, Diana," he said against my clit.

      

My legs shook with excitement, and my grip on his hair tightened even more. I unraveled at his words and allowed the pressure to be released in my core. I threw my head back and let wave after wave of ecstasy pound through my body.

      

He licked my wetness off of me and stood up, smiling down at me.

      

I gripped his shoulder as I hopped off of the counter. I pulled on my leggings and shirt.

     

"That was amazing," I admitted.

      

"I know," he replied, breathing heavily.

      

We smirked at each other.

      

Brody pulled his pants back on. "I have wanted to do that for so lon-"

      

"Dude. What the hell?! I thought you were going to bring me popcorn? What have you been doing for the past twenty minutes? The movie is almost over." Igor came into the kitchen. He looked between me and Brody, eyeing us suspiciously.

      

He looked over at the table to see an empty popcorn bowl. He looked at what was next to it, and my eyes followed his. My mouth parted when I realized what was sitting next to the bowl, and I quickly grabbed it. I hid my bra behind my back, and a smirk formed on Igor's face.

      

He wiggled his eyebrows at his brother and held his hands up in a victory stance. "Finally! I've been waiting so long for you guys to bang."