From My Closet (MXM)

Little Bits Part 2

"Get a room you two." Liz laughs as she comes out of the dark with two other guys trailing behind her. Justin turns his head with a growl at his sister but doesn't move away. She grins and waggles her fingers at us as she passes us on the bench.

"Shush scrawny, who asked you." He retorts and she giggles before dashing into the bushes with the other two looking over their shoulders at us curiously before she reaches back and grabs their shirts to pull them into the foliage after her. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

I laugh and pull his face back for another kiss. Yumm. I don't think I had ever been this bold before but hell, you only live once right? Plus, if this was a dream, I was definitely taking it to the max. He pulled back with a groan and rested his face in the crook of my neck, both of us breathing hard.

"Maybe she is right." He muttered. I huffed a laugh.

"About what?" I teased.

"Well, as much as I would love to rip your clothes of here and ravish you on this bench," I gasped. "I believe there is a small matter of some laws about public nudity and indecency or some shit and I really don't want to get interrupted by a rude passerby." We both laughed and tried to compose ourselves at the same time. It was hard, er, difficult.

Finally I was able to unfold myself from his lap long enough for him to grab my hand and start walking towards the house. We walked in silence, our pace much faster than the leisurely walk out to the shelf. Every once in a while he would glance over with a grin and a tug on my hand. He was like a little boy on the way to the toy store, and I felt like the favourite toy.

When we entered the yard a couple guys shouted out to him but he only waved and headed for the front door. Instead of pulling me inside, he grabbed a bag inside the door and pulled me to an old Pontiac with faded blue paint. He chucked the bag in the back and held the door open for me with a question in his gaze. I only hesitated a second before sliding onto the faded cloth bench seat.

The car was clean, especially for an older car like this. The seats didn't have stains and other than being a little worn were in good condition. The mats and dash were a little dirty but maybe only a week's worth, not years. This was a proud owner, I hoped he was as good a lover as he was a driver.

"She's an old girl but she's very reliable." He said from the driver seat as we pulled out of the driveway. "I bought her when I finished driver ed."

"Wow, you have had this car since high school?" I was impressed.

"Yep, I like my freedom, you know?" He smiled in my direction. I melted a bit at that smile of his and thanked him silently for deflecting my nerves.

"I wish, I am terrible at saving my money. Every time I try to save but I cave as soon as something comes up that I want. I wish I had better self-control." I said mournfully.

"I don't know, I think you are perfect the way you are." Yeah, cause you know I can't say no to what I want, I thought to myself with an internal grin. Instead I just awed and playfully punched his shoulder as his cheeks pinked a bit. God, how could such a hot guy be so cute?

We pulled up to an apartment building and my stomach did a little flip. Am I really doing this? Oh hell yeah. This is it, the brother's private pad. Call me a notch in the bedpost tomorrow but tonight was mine. I followed him quietly from the car and watched him fumble a little with his keys at the door. Was the hot boy nervous? For me?

As soon as the door shut behind us, a semi-awkward silence fell between us. Was I supposed to start this? It was his idea. I watched him like a predator waiting for a sign of weakness. When he looked into my eyes and noticed, it was like magnetic attraction. We picked up where we left off. His hands in my hair, pulling at my shirt and his lips hot on mine. My hands had a mind of their own, plucking at the waist of his pants with impatience that I would normally be embarrassed by.

This however, was anything but normal. I had kissed before and it had not taken my breath away like this. I had dated and liked others but never felt this gut wrenching pull inside me that had me aching from just a look and a smile. He was witchcraft to my body. He took my breath away. I was gasping like a man drowning and his panting tasted delicious.

I heard fabric straining at seams and tearing but it was like we couldn't slow ourselves down. We were desperate to get beyond it to the skin below. Tan skin was revealed to my hungry eyes and my hands scarcely let him free me from my shirt before they were on him. It was hot and smooth beneath my grasping fingers. Hard muscles and soft skin that smelled like heaven on earth. Intoxicating.

He picked me up and we both groaned at the feeling of our bodies pressed together with my legs wrapped around his waist. He staggered down a hall and kicked open a door. We collapsed in a heap on a squeaky queen size bed with a black comforter. It was a strange writhing dance that followed as we tried to free ourselves from our pants without parting from each other.

I laughed as our frantic panting and pulling struck me as absurd and he met my eyes and smiled breathlessly. I finally pushed him away long enough to get a hold of his waistband and freed his hips and sex to my starved gaze. The golden skin faded to such a light pale shade that his cock looked like porcelain. God, he was shaved and it was so smooth and sexy my mouth watered in anticipation.

I didn't wait and my lips descended onto his length with a sigh. He gasped and arched, grabbing my hair again as I forced his cock deep into my throat with confidence. It tasted so good as I licked it up the front on my way out and gently grazed it with my teeth on the way back in. He shuddered and raised his knees, nearly dislodging me from in front of him.

I pulled his pants down his legs and off as I thrust him in and out of my mouth, squeezing him with my lips and sucking to keep my drool from running out and down his thighs to the sheets. My hands finally free, I added them to the sensations on his cock. I massaged his balls and kissed them before stroking and deep-throating him to my own pleasure.

I was so engrossed in my treat I was surprised by the spurt of hot liquid hitting the back of my throat and choked a little as I tried to swallow it. His hands stroked my face, oblivious to the cum that didn't manage to stay in my mouth. His kiss was sweet as he pulled me up onto his lap to pull my own pants down. Our clothes discarded, we finally revelled in the feel of skin against skin...