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We lay on the bed, gently stroking the feel of the other’s skin. I brush my fingers along Garrett’s face and down his neck, eliciting shudders from his skin and breath in return. He traces his graze along my stomach, slowly lifting my shirt along with the dance of his touch. My breath hitches and I can feel him stiffen in response. I lift off the bed and notice the flustered expression he wears as I straddle his lap.
“Hello.” I sing, referring to the hardness underneath me. Garrett groans and I shift my weight along him. He grabs my hips and holds me firmly in place.
“Wellsy,” he warns.
“Garrett.” I say to emphasize my intention. “You telling me to stop?” I smirk, attempting to grind against him again.
“Tell me what you want.” He says, keeping my hips locked in position, refusing to allow me the pleasure of creating friction where I need it most.
”You.” I breathe and he smiles in response.
”Oh come on,” he taunts, “you can be more specific than that.” I blush, against my own will, and he releases my left hip to gently stroke my cheek. “You blush so easily.” The words barely audible, as if spoken more to himself than to me.
“I want,” I round my hips again and he closes his eyes and sucks in air as I apply pressure against his growing erection beneath me, “you inside me.” Once upon a time I would be embarrassed to say this aloud, but nothing is embarrassing with Garrett anymore. He knows me, through and through. There’s no need to feel shame around him.
He sits up in one fluid movement, sliding me deeper onto his lap, and removes his shirt, only breaking eye contact for one brief moment. As soon as his shirt is tossed to the side, his lips are on mine with such force I have to grip onto his shoulders to keep from being pushed back. I love the feel of his bare skin under mine and the warmth he radiates sends electricity into my veins. While dragging his kisses away from my mouth and down to my neck, he begins peeling my shirt off me as well, and then undoes the back of my bra with one twist of his fingers. My bra falls away, revealing my erect nipples, sensitive at just the thought of his touch. It’s as if Garrett can read my mind because he slowly continues his path of kisses down my chest.
I run my fingers through his curls, absentmindedly kneading his scalp as he works his way across my body with his mouth. He hovers above my right nipple while his hands splay across my lower back, holding me exactly where he wants me. His breath hot against my breast as he plants soft kisses around my nipple, grazing my areola. I steal a glance down, breathing heavily at the sight of his tucked head at my chest. He turns his head to the side and catches my gaze. With a smirk, he runs a delicate lick of his tongue across the pointed flesh on my breast and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He does it again and my nipples ache for more attention. After each lick, he pants a mere inch away from my skin, his breath cool against the wetness he leaves behind. The temperature changes bring another kind of pleasure.
“Garrett,” I moan, my voice louder than I’d meant. I don’t have control of my voice or body anymore, it belongs to Garrett’s hypnotizing touch.
“I told you,” he says with another kiss to my breast, “tell me what you want, Wellsy.” The gravel sound to his voice stirs my stomach in knots. He slides his hands back to my hips as before but, instead of keeping me in place this time, he rocks my hips back and forth ever so slightly so that I can feel his erection pressing against the pooling wetness on my pants. I moan again, my breath shuddering in the process. I can’t take my gaze away from him, watching him work my breasts has me awestruck. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am. I can tell by the pressure he pushes against my groin. “Wellsy…” he drags his tongue across my nipple again and I bite back a shriek in response, “tell me,” lick, “what,” lick, “you,” lick, “want.”
“Garrett, please…” I pant, shaking in anticipation of the thought of nipple fully in his mouth. I arch my back, bowing slightly over his hands that have returned to my back.
“Say it.” The serious tone of his voice sends a shiver across my body… and I like it. It’s not embarrassing to tell him what I want. But, I’ve also never said these things out loud before. I know he’ll do what I want, he always does what I want. What I need. But I still feel awkward getting the words out when my brain can barely comprehend how to speak at all when he touches me like this.
“I want your mouth on me.” I say.
He chuckles while kissing my breast again, the vibrations of his mouth against my skin felt deep in my core. “My mouth is on you.”
He wants me to be more specific. “I want,” the confidence building as my need does, “you to suck,” I tug on his hair as I emphasize my exact request, “on my nipple.” The moment the final word leaves my mouth, he takes my nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling an attack around my delicate skin. I throw my head back in ecstasy, a slew of moans pouring from my mouth. “Fuck.”
He sucks roughly while he begins thrusting up into me, our pants a frustrating barrier. Garrett begins kneading with my left breast while his mouth toys with the other, my hands frozen in his hair, unable to move while he works me. He swaps to my other side, providing attention to the waiting breast. I expect him to suck on this side the same as he’d done the other, but instead he sucks my nipple between his teeth and applies gentle pressure. “Garrett!” I moan loudly. I can feel a smile spreading on his lips as his teeth continue holding my nipple between them. He licks my nipple, pinned in his bite, and I fight the scream that builds in my throat. Moans continue in an endless stream, erupting deep from my being, desperate for more.
I expect him to shush me, I know that my moans have become increasingly louder as he works. But, part of me thinks my noise turns him on. He knows what he’s doing is driving me mad. He knows this because he knows my body, but also because I’m telling him with my gasps and pants and pleading moans.
With a deep groan of his own, Garrett pops off my nipple and thrusts up against me again. He traces his kisses back up my neck but, before claiming my mouth, he laces his fingers in my hair and angles my head back, so that he can whisper in my ear. “I love the noises you make when I play with your body.” I gasp in response and instinctively grind against him. He chuckles against my ear. “The others can probably hear you.” He warns. But the way he says it makes me think he approves of this. I follow my gut with my reply.
“Good.” I choke out, my voice rasping from the angle he holds my head.
He moans and forces my mouth against his, our tongues dancing in a deep kiss, his fingers still firmly in my hair. “Oh yeah?” He asks in a brief break.
“Ya’ll are animals!” Dean’s voice is heard shouting from downstairs. “Respect!” But, we don’t stop. We continue ravenously kissing one another, tasting one another, grinding, and vocalizing our pleasures. I love his moan… I can feel myself dripping at his sound, his touch, and the aching anticipation of what’s to come.
“Do you like knowing they can hear you?” He asks, twisting my nipple between his fingers while he licks up my neck and nibbles along my jaw.
I nod my head and breathe out a barely audible, “yes.”
“I do too.” He confesses with a daring smile. I absentmindedly bite my lip, curiously awaiting where this is leading. He lifts me off his lap and I groan in disappointment. “Wellsy,” he laughs, plopping me onto my back, “I can’t fuck you through your clothes, now can I?” And I flush at his words. Garrett stands off the bed and unbuttons his jeans, my gaze shifting down to his groin. He watches me carefully as he slides his pants and boxers down and kicks them to the side, straightening for me to see him fully. His dick stands erect, large and long, and ready for me. No matter how many times I see him, I remain impressed each and every time. My pussy clenches repeatedly at the sight of him and I know I’ve soaked through my layers.
He moves between my legs on the bed and unbuttons my jeans, the feeling of his fingers slipping under my waistband sending shivers along my skin. He grasps my underwear and jeans and pulls them roughly down in one motion, pulling a gasp from me as he does so. Garrett smirks while tossing my clothes to the ground. He kneels above me and simply stares at my nakedness beneath him. His gaze darkens with need.
“And what do you want?”
He swallows slowly and then parts his lips to take in a deep breath at my question. I can see the courage building in his eyes before he lowers down to me, his naked body pressing against mine. He kisses me sloppily, drawing more moans from my throat, and then he leans back to stare into my eyes. “How dangerous are you feeling?” His question confuses me. But, although I don’t know his meaning, I do know that it doesn’t matter. My need has built to the point where I simply want fucked. I don’t care how. My desperation is slipping.
“What do you want?” I repeat, my smile toying at him. He then pulls off of me and drags me to the edge of the bed. Garrett sits on the edge, me on his lap, and spreads my legs, throwing my thighs over his knees to keep them wide. The sudden position change is incredibly errotic, although I still don’t know his intention. I lead back into his chest, my head lolling onto his shoulder. Garrett turns his head to kiss my neck and I stifle yet another whimper.
“I don’t want you to be quiet.” He groans into my ear, slowly dragging one hand to my center, while the other squeezes my inner thigh. “I want Dean and Logan and Tucker to know exactly what I’m doing to you.” My thighs quiver beneath his grasp and I can feel Garrett’s heavy breathing behind me as he trails his fingers closer to where I ache for him the most. “Do you understand?” I whimper in response. His fingers brush ever so gently along my very inner thigh, so close to my pulsing heat, yet not close enough.
“Yes.” I can’t help the tremble my body elicits when he grazes his touch along my slit, finally resting his fingers on my clit. He begins working me in careful, slow circles, and I let myself moan loudly in response. The louder I moan, the more attention he pays to my desire. I wrap my arms behind Garrett’s neck and pull his face back to my neck. He licks my skin with a hitch of his throat and begins kissing along my jawline. I can feel his dick pressing into my ass and I gasp at the thought of him inside me. “I want you inside me.” I confess, vowing to voice my every want and need.
“Wellsy, Wellsy, Wellsy…” he mumbles along my neck, his dick twitching at my request and pressing deeper into my ass. “I’m not going to fuck you until you’ve come at least once.” I squeeze my eyes shut and furrow my brows, grinding against him while pulling roughly at his hair.
“Please.” I beg.
“I’m sorry,” he taunts, “I can’t hear you.”
I’ve never played this game before… yet I find myself liking it.
“Please!” I beg loudly, grinding deeper against his throbbing rod. He chuckles low in my ear and I cry out when he slides his middle finger inside me. “Fuck!”
And, with that, there’s a harsh knock on the door. “Dude,” Logan’s voice booms.
We sit here facing the door and I quickly try to close my legs, but Garrett’s knees keep mine apart. His fingers continue pumping in me and I squeal at the torturous pace he sets all while being embarrassed Logan might walk in and see me like this. “What’s the matter?” Garrett taunts quietly.
“Logan is right there!” I hiss, in broken pants, rhythmic with his fingers.
“So?” Garrett’s question surprises me. I open my eyes and lift my head, staring directly at the closed door.
“I don’t know if you guys can hear us,” Logan continues, his voice thick and sweeping over my naked body that faces the door, “but we’ve been telling you guys to keep it down, alright?”
“What if,” Garrett continues whispering low in my ear, slowing the pace of his fingers and sneaking his thumb up towards my clit. My legs vibrate with nerves. Excitement. “We showed Logan how much you’re enjoying this? … if you want …”
His thumb reaches my clit and I try to smother my moan with my hand but Garrett grabs my wrist and pins it to my side. “I said I want to hear you.” His voice gentle, a direct contrast to his touch.
I have never been this turned on. Garrett trusts I’m not fragile, as I’ve promised. I’m sick of the hesitance in his touch, I’m tired of his careful actions, I want him to show me what he can do.
I trust him implicitly. I trust Logan too.
“Logan?” I mean to call his name as a beckon, but it comes out somewhat as a moan. Loud enough that I’m sure he heard it. Garrett’s touch falters briefly, his breath hitching in his throat, as we watch the door slowly open.
The moment I make eye contact with Logan, a desperate whine releases from my mouth. Garrett chuckles deep in his chest, vibrating against my back, and he tentatively begins to work his fingers across my clit again. I shudder at Logan’s gaze falling to Garrett’s ministrations.
I can’t look away from Logan. He stands there, fully clothed, in the doorway, and just staring at us. I don’t know what he must be thinking and I start to get nervous. Did we just fuck this all up?
“Close the door…” Garrett says suddenly, “or come in.” His fingers gently dancing between my clit and into my pulsing center. Just as I’m about to try and close my legs again, nervous by his frozen stance, Logan takes a deep breath and steps through the door, closing it behind him.