Sang's Break GA+SB

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I groan at my mistake of trusting Raven to stop a testosterone fight. Luke and Nathan turn to Raven with a deadpan, "We're not jealous of you."

Raven shows his shit-eating grin, "Are too!"

"Are not!" They scream.

"Enough," Owen states calmly.

The three of them eye each other, challenging the others to continue the antics before they agree and relax in their seats. I shake my head in disbelief, laughing at their ridiculousness.

"Y'all are something else," I wheeze. "Incredible."

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Brandon was escorting me to my apartment. We swiftly made our exit after cleaning up from dinner. We were hand-in-hand, quietly making our way to my door. Brandon's body was relaxed as we walked. It was interesting to note that he usually holds a tense frame, never genuinely relaxing.

He followed me into my living room, pulling me close to him on the couch. I rested my head on his chest; his heartbeat was slow with even beats. I wonder if he noticed the differences that I see. Does he feel lighter?

His hand ran through my hair, resting the palm of his hand on the back of my head. He did a slight scrunch that tugged at my hair before he massaged my scalp. I released a small moan and rubbed my cheek into his chest as if I wished to burrow deep into him. If I were a cat, I'd purr loudly at the incredible attention.

"I love you too," he whispers.

I grab his other hand, bringing it to my chest so he can feel my heartbeat as I hold him. "No one has ever said that to me before," I confide.

He tugs my head back to hold my gaze. "I love you," he repeats louder.

"I love you, Brandon."

His lips meet mine, and everything disappears. The only thing that exists at this moment is Brandon. His calloused hands. The smell of motor oil and pine. His rapid heartbeat. He consumes me. My lips are desperate against his determined ones—my cry for his love and determination to prove it to me. But as mine becomes more determined, he becomes desperate. So different from each other, yet we both seek the same affection. To be worthy of someone's affection. I don't know when I knew I loved Brandon, but this was when I knew I had made the right decision to stay with him and the others. Any doubts or fears were tossed into the wind.

I will have to tell them about Volto.

There's nothing to fear. They will be there for me; I know they will.

Our kissing became heated. I shifted, so I straddled his lap. One hand stayed at the base of my head while the other cupped my ass. He pulled me so my core met his straining cock. Sounds of pleasure erupted from the both of us as I ground into him, his hand on my ass pushing me harder into him.

"I want to see you come undone beneath me, baby." Brandon pants, holding my gaze with his hooded eyes. "I regret not letting you cry and moan as I devoured you in the other room. I wish I'd made you scream and beg and then send you back out to face the rest of them. Would you have been embarrassed," he smirks, "or would it only have turned you on more?"

I dig my nails into his shoulders as he speaks, knowing there's no way he's missing the amount of heat pooling between my thighs. "I would have loved it," I whisper. "I love being desired by all of you. I would have left that room with the full intent of seducing everyone. Begging to be fucked, even if it was with every single one of you at once."

He smacks my ass, eliciting a cry from me as I continue to grind into him. "And today, when Luke teased you about taking all of us. What were you thinking?"

"I wanted it," I moan. "I imagined how I would be punished and whether I could handle servicing all of you."

A shudder takes over me as my orgasm takes over. I frantically grind into Brandon, trying to elongate the flood of pleasure. "What a good little slut you are," Brandon coos, "Wanting to pleasure all fourteen of your boyfriends simultaneously, I don't know if you could handle it."

"I'd do my best," I gasp as his hands fondle my ass, forcing my sensitive clit to rub against him.

"Of course, you'd do your best because you're a good little slut for us. Isn't that right?"

"Yes!"

"Say it, baby."

"I'm a good little slut!"

"For whom?"

"For my fourteen boyfriends!"

He kisses me hard, mumbling between breaths, "Such a good girl."

He pulls away, "I think you deserve a reward; let's go to the bedroom." 

A/N: Next chapter will pick up on the smut scene ;)