Wrecking Ball (11 page)

“Soph
,” I moaned as my hands held her head trying to slow her. “If you don’t stop I’m going to finish this way, and I really don’t want to finish this way.”

She gazed up at me before slowly rising. Taking my hand, she led me to where she laid my shirt. “Sit here
,” she ordered me and without hesitation I obeyed. She knelt down, straddling me, her perfect pert breasts in my face and I took one of her peaks in my mouth and sucked. Her back arched and she moaned as her hands fisted my hair. My hand moved down her stomach, between her legs to find her warm and wet.

“Fuck
, baby. You’re killing me, you know that?” I groaned as I plunged two fingers inside of her and began to work them diligently to pleasure her.

“Don’t stop
,” she begged as I increased my rhythm, the heel of my palm rubbing her clit. “Please, Brandon.” Her head tilted back as she clawed my shoulders and moans of ecstasy escaped her perfect soft lips.

My dick throbbed I was so turned on, but to see her this way, so wet, moaning and begging I’d have done it all night. Before I knew it, she tightened around my fingers and her orgasm let lo
ose, slickening my hand. Watching her let go, come for me, was like witnessing a tsunami; the slow rise of the great wave just before it crashes down destroying everything in its path.

A
nd that’s exactly what she did.

She destroyed me
. 

When her gaze met mine aga
in she bit her lip as I took my two fingers from inside of her and sucked them in my mouth. “You taste so good.” I licked my lips as she moved until the head of my erection pushed at her entrance, taunting and desperate to sink deep inside of her.

“Brandon.” She whispered my name and her eyes bore into mine. “I love you.”
Her voice was shaky, but her gaze was certain. How did I get so lucky?

My head spun from the stimulation of the evening, her beautiful body, her smell. And finally
, her confession. Words we’d not yet said to each other, even though I’m sure I’d felt them long ago. But before I could respond, before I could tell her I was fucking madly in love with her, she pushed down on me and the feel of her warm and wet, of being inside of her consumed all thought process. All of the air in my body escaped me and my vision blurred slightly. Nothing had
ever
felt so amazing.

“I want to make you feel good
,” she moaned as she moved up the length of my cock slowly and pushed back down.

“Soph
,” I gasped as I clutched her back, pinning her to me, slowing her rhythm even more to keep from exploding inside of her only after a few seconds.

Sensing my struggle, she stopped and kissed me, moaning in my mouth, “You feel so fucking good inside of me.” I pressed my forehead to her chest, trying to collect myself, focusing on the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.  “Are you okay?”
she whispered as she stroked my hair, my dick still hard inside of her.

“I’m just so fucking revved up I’m afraid I’m not going to last
long,” I whispered as my gaze rose to meet hers.

“That’s okay.
” She stroked my head gently. “You’ve got all week to make it up to me.” She teased with a playful smile. “Just let me love you.” She pulled at my arms to loosen my grip on her, so she could move more freely. “I want to watch you come undone and know I’m the reason.” With that her rhythm picked up and she held my shoulders as she moaned and breathed. Watching her through awestruck
eyes, I tried to memorize everything about her body, her sounds, the way she moved, so I could commit it to memory for the rest of my life because there would never be anything like this.

As the tingle barreled through my body, my hands tensed on her sides as my hips moved as much as they could in the position I was in, bringing me closer. I cursed as my orgasm exploded, filling her in spurts and Sophia held my head to her chest as my body jerked. When the world seemed to come back to me, I gazed up at her, neither of us moving even though I had started to soften and our fluids seeped out on our legs. “I love you
, Sophia,” I said with a hoarse voice.

“I know
,” she whispered before she kissed me softly.

The remainder of the week flew by and a great deal of it was spent in our room as we explored each other’s bodies. We were young so having sex multiple times a day might seem normal, but it became more than that. She was sore, and when it became too much, she’d sit on top of me, straddling me, my dick inside of her only moving every minute or so. It wasn’t about the fucking. We just wanted to be connected, to be as close as we could, even if that meant neither of us would come.

In that week I kissed and nibbled every inch of her body and she wrapped herself around my soul so that my world began and ended with her. And when the week ended we flew back to Alabama to pack up her apartment and send her home to Georgia. We’d already agreed I would join her family on the
Fourth of July at her grandparents’ river house, but even that seemed an eternity away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her as she place
d a box by her front door. She’d been quiet most of the day. I knew deep down that she was dreading being far away from me, but I wanted her to tell me.

“Are you going to see other people?”
she asked, her words clipped, and her gaze fixed on some random thing to avoid eye contact with me.

My eyebrows raised in surprise. We just spent an a
mazing week in Mexico, had mind-blowing sex, and told one another we loved each other. Why would she think that? Then I realized it wasn’t just the fact she was leaving me to go home, it was my past. She was worried I’d fall into old habits.

“Sophia.” I said her name as I wrapped her in my arms. She immediately began to cry, sobbing in
to my chest as she clutched my T-shirt. “I love you.” She stared up at me with tears in her eyes and I kissed her forehead. “I won’t let you down. Please believe that.”

“I do, Brandon.”

“Daddy?”

A small knock pounds the door bringing me back to my senses. I glance at myself in the mirror, rubbing a hand over my face. Jesus, how long have I been hiding in this bathroom?

“Yeah, baby?” My voice cracks and I clear my throat as I try to shake the thoughts of the past away.

“Can we go get ice cream?” Ferrah’s little voice asks from the other side of the door. When I open it, she’s standing with big eyes and a hopeful expression just outside.

“Not tonigh
t, pumpkin. Daddy has plans, but maybe tomorrow.”

“Are you going out
, Daddy?” Chloe asks standing right behind Ferrah.

“Yea
h, baby. Daddy’s going to see Uncle Ryan and Uncle Jake.” My two best friends were also from New York and we made plans to meet up for dinner and drinks tonight. Truthfully, I need a night out and a few drinks because if I sit here and think about Sophia anymore I’ll explode.

“You promise you’ll take us tomorrow?” Ferrah grumbles.

“I promise.”

As my two girls bounce away I scrub my face with my hands.
Just keep it together Brandon.

Sophia

Once we land
in Puerto Vallarta, we grab a taxi and Tia mumbles something in Spanish to the driver.

“What hotel are we sta
ying at?” I ask as I pull my sunglasses out of my purse. The cab has no air conditioning and my hair sticks to my neck. The summers can be rainy here which makes the air humid.

“We’re staying with my friend
Antonio.” Tia lifts her hair off her neck and fans herself with her hand.

“Your new boyfriend?”

“I’ve known him a long time. He’s a photographer and has a house on a private beach.” She pats my hand as if telling me not to worry. She knows me too well because that is exactly what I’m doing. I thought we’d be at a hotel, not some guy’s house that she knows.

“Is this a
friend with benefits?” I quirk a questioning brow at her.

She cuts me a glare and h
er face scrunches in disgust. “You really think I’m a whore, don’t you?” she snaps and turns towards her window, crossing her arms.

Whoa. What was that? I didn’t think Tia could get offended.
“Oh shit, Tia. I was just kidding. I don’t think you’re a whore.” I grab her hand and she looks back to me.

“He’s a friend, okay?”
she states adamantly, the hurt from what I asked evident in her tone.

“Okay.” I nod and sigh
. I cringe wishing I could take back my words.
Great way to start a trip with your sister, Soph. Piss her off right out of the gate.

She turns away from me again and silence looms between us, until she says, “If we have sex from time to time that doesn’t make me
a whore.” She turns back to me, a huge grin on her face. “But you shouldn’t just assume that shit, okay?” she says in mock offense.

I slap her arm hard
. “You just made me feel like an asshole.” I scowl. “Bitch.”

“I know.
” She keels over in laughter. “Your face was priceless.” When her laughter dies down she adds, “You’ll like Antonio. He’s very artistic.”

“Is artistic code for awesome in bed?”

She bites her lip and stares off as if she’s imagining this Antonio in bed right now. “No, it’s not code, but he is the best I’ve ever had.” Her eyes seem to twinkle. She likes him more than she’s letting on.

“
How long will we be here?”

“We’ll see how it goes
.” Her smile fades and she gives me a thoughtful look before staring back out the window.

“Let the fun begin.” I chime even though my ton
e lacks the conviction.

Antonio lives directly on the beach in
a small mansion made of white stucco walls and tall iron gates. I’m stupefied for a moment because when Tia said he was artistic I imagined we’d be staying in some kind of warehouse or apartment. When we arrive, Tia enters the front door without even knocking. I follow behind her, timidly unsure of what to expect. The inside of the mansion is breathtaking. The floors are all dark ebony wood, the walls are painted in various colors, authentic Mexican décor, and the place is spotless.

We make it to the kitchen with its stainless steel appliances, dark granite counters, and
giant window over the kitchen sink which gives a perfect view of the beach. This is my dream house. Tia doesn’t note the amazing
décor, why would she? She’s seen it before. As she leads me to a balcony facing the water, my mind is quickly turning over the many questions I have now. Who is this Antonio and what does he do to afford this? The view of the water from the balcony is stunning and I barely notice when Tia tosses herself on a tanned man with long hair lounging in a chaise chair.

He grunts whe
n she lands on him unexpectedly, and Tia giggles as she kisses his face that’s twisted in pain.

“Tia,
” he groans as his body works towards the fetal position, but Tia prevents it, pushing his shoulders back.

“Miss me?” She grins and he chuckles even though his arms still clutch his stomach
as if he’s in pain.

“Yes. I missed you.” His accent isn’t Spanish like I expected. He’s American. His gaze moves to hers and he moves his hand to her breast as he ad
justs his position so that she’s straddling him. “I’ve missed you very much.” His tone is rich, seductive.

Tia bites her lip, but after a beat her gaze snaps back to me. “Oh shit.” She hops off Antonio and straightens her dress as she meanders over to me. “Sorry
, Phi. I forgot you were there for a second. Antonio, this is my sister, Phi. Phi, this is Antonio Foster.”

My face has to be fifty shades of red when
Antonio sits up abruptly and snorts as he runs a hand through his hair. When he looks back to us I feel like I’ve been nailed by a jet stream of hotness. His face is made of a perfect nose, cut cheekbones, and a square jaw.

“The sister. Of course. You mentioned you were brin
ging her. My apologies for that,” he chuckles. “Tia and I get a little carried away sometimes.”

“No worries
,” I mutter still captivated by the beautiful man.
Stop staring.

“It’s Sophia, right? I’d stand to greet you, but I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.” He motions to his lap where
his erection presses against the crotch of his shorts.

My eyes widen as they fix on his lap.
Wow! Impressive.
I’m staring at his crotch when it occurs to me,
I’m staring at his crotch
! I immediately jerk my eyes away and look up at the sky.

“Yes, Sophia.” I reply, my voice cracking in embarrassment.

“Isn’t he yummy?” Tia murmurs in a hushed voice even though Antonio can still hear her.

“So where am I sleeping?” I change the subject, my discomfort evident.

“I’ll take you.” Tia
grabs my arm and leads me back inside. Leading me to the second floor she shows me into a bedroom with mahogany furniture and bright bedding and tapestries of red, yellow, and blue. “There’s a bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and you also have a balcony facing the beach.” Tia opens the French doors and the curtains flow as the wind catches them. “It’s his best guestroom.”

“He seems…nice.” I smile as I join her on the balcony.
I didn’t push her to admit she liked Antonio more than she was letting on in the taxi, but now I really want to know. I don’t know anything about him, but I do know her and it would take an amazing man to win Tia over. She’s always been non-committal.

“He is very nice.” She smiles faintly.

“Like settle down nice?” I question.

Her smile widens, but she shakes her head and squeezes my arm. “Take a shower and rest. It’s been a long day. We’ll do dinner in a bit.”

With that she leaves me on the balcony wondering if I upset her with my question. No, I didn’t. She’s just not ready to admit that someone has finally captured the heart of Tia Renee Campbell. She can’t admit it to me if she can’t even admit it to herself.

Before I shower, I call Brandon and let him know
where I am. Our conversation is brief, his words short and I wonder if maybe he’s distancing himself from me to make our possible separation easier. I think maybe he’s waiting for me to extend an olive branch so I mention our time in Mexico, where we made love for the first time, although I didn’t mention the making love part, he would know what I was saying, but even then he was short and didn’t seem interested in talking. I speak with the girls and hang up with Brandon afterwards.

After I shower and change, a little disgruntled with Tia for packing me nothing but dresses and bikinis, I’m lured out of my room by the smell of food. As I make my way down the stairs,
Latin
music blares from the kitchen and when I turn the corner I find Tia and Antonio dancing. Antonio is still shirtless and Tia has changed into another dress. He turns her and pulls her to him as their hips move together in unison. Tia looks so beautiful and happy. Maybe my senses aren’t off. Maybe Antonio is the one for her. She finally turns back to the counter and picks up a knife and begins chopping a green pepper when Antonio presses against her back, lifting her hair as he kisses the nape of her neck. His hand moves up her side and gropes her breast and Tia’s head falls back on his shoulder as her lips part.

I’m struck by a strange emotion witnessing this, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I clear my throat loudly to make my presence known and Antonio
immediately backs away from Tia and turns from us. Tia grins and quickly turns down the music, appearing to be not at all embarrassed by me walking in on them in such a private moment.

Tia glances back to Antonio and laughs. “Jesu
s, Antonio. She’s seen a boner before. No need to hide.” She picks up her knife and begins chopping again. “Are you hungry, Phi? We’re making fajitas.” Her gaze peers back to Antonio who is now leaned over the counter beside her, obviously hiding his erection. “Well, I’m making fajitas, Antonio’s distracting me.” She grins at him.

“Supervising.”
He winks at me and my breath hitches. Men like him should be illegal.

“I’m starving and sorry I once again seem to have interrupted.” Seating myself on a stool opposite of them I grab one of the peppers and munch on it.

“How about some wine, ladies?” Antonio begins pulling glasses out of the cabinet. “Do you like red, Sophia?”

“
Yes, I do.”

Hours later, after we’ve stuffed ourselves with Tia’s awesome cooking, and downed three bottles of wine, I excuse myself to bed. It’s obvious they want some time alone and frankly, I’
m exhausted and very drunk.

Hours later,
I wake in the middle of the night, my throat parched, and climb out of bed, desperate for some water. The entire house is dark, but I can see enough with the limited light the moon provides to make it to the kitchen. The doors that lead out to the patio are still open. Antonio and Tia must’ve forgotten to close them so I move to them and just as I’m about to grab the handles I hear a moan. It’s Tia. I’m frozen in place as my eyes follow the sound to where Tia is straddling Antonio on the same chaise chair he sat in when we arrived. The difference this time is their both naked, having sex. Antonio’s back is to me, but he’s sitting up, his mouth crushed to Tia’s breast as she rides him.

“
Tia, I need you. You’re everything to me,” Antonio whispers, but Tia silences him with a kiss.

I’m about to turn feeling like a total ske
ez for watching them when my eyes catch Tia’s face. She’s crying. Tears stream down her cheeks as she moves over Antonio and fists his hair in her hands. Why would she be crying? Fumbling back through the house I make it back to my room and lie in bed, that same feeling I had when I found Tia and Antonio in the kitchen. Am I jealous? Antonio treats her as if she’s his drug. Brandon made me feel that way once. Is that what’s wrong? I’m jealous that Antonio feels that way about Tia, but Brandon doesn’t for me? As I lay in bed, my mind can’t stop thinking about what was. About the past.

***

We were insatiable. When we came back from our incredible week in Mexico, I felt like my soul was being crushed when I had to say goodbye. We were both committed to making it work, but statistically speaking, our chances were bleak. Long distance relationships weren’t likely to succeed. It would be a little over a month before we could see each other again and Brandon would fly up to Virginia and spend the Fourth of July with me at my grandparents’ river place. The time in between, we spoke on the phone every night and emailed constantly.

When I picked him up at the airport it was a solid hour before we left the park
ing lot after we devoured each other in the back of my mother’s minivan.

Once we were finally on the road, Brandon held my hand. “It feels so good to be with you. I’ve missed you so much.”

Tears welled up in my eyes because I felt the exact same way. I felt lost without him. “Me too, babe,” I replied as my voice cracked and a tear slid down my cheek. He quickly caught it with his finger and kissed it.

“We’re going to figure this out. I’m miserable. We’re going to figure it out this weekend, okay?”

I nodded and squeezed his hand.

We spent a great deal of time with my parents and grandparents that weekend and they all loved Brandon. My mother would give me knowing looks, the fact I was head over heels in love with him obvious. Tia followed us around everywhere and time alone was impossible until after the fireworks on the fourth. We snuck away and walked along the shore of the river, holding hands.

“Thank you for coming, Brandon.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He kissed my hand and I smiled.

He would be leaving the next day and my heart squeezed at the thought. The weekend had flown by so quickly and our time alone had been brief. I gazed up at him to see his eyes fixed on me with a hungry desperate look. Without a word, I took his hand and led him up the stairs from the beach to my grandparents’ boathouse. Just as we reached the door he spun me around and pressed me against it, his mouth meeting mine in a desperate kiss. My hand fumbled blindly for the door knob as Brandon’s hands assaulted my body, unbuttoning the front of the dress I was wearing. Once I found the knob, we fell inside, tumbling over each other, but Brandon caught us, lifting me and sitting me on the work bench.