Misjudged (17 page)

I find myself searching for Brandon, and when I don’t see him, I feel a disappointment running through me. I think I’ve done pretty well
to not think of him since he walked me back to my building earlier. Who am I kidding? He’s always in the back of my mind, and he most likely will be for a very long time to come.

I see Neil taking a seat over on the table that’s playing host to the card games. I make my way over, with Ryan followin
g, so I can cheer him on because by the looks of it they’re playing for cash.

Ryan and I stand behind Neil and try to weigh up the competition around the table, although there’s
really no use. The other three people playing against him play like professionals. The one sitting across from us is a senior at our college, and can most likely bluff his way out of anything. I thought card games were supposed to be fun, so why all the long and serious faces?

“Alex, come and dance with me,
chica!” I hear Alyssa say. I’ve been watching Neil play cards for the last half hour or so, but the poor guy seems to be running short of luck this evening. I’m hoping he gives in and comes to join us in a little while.

Alyssa drags me into the living room, where at lea
st twenty people are dancing in between the furniture. Wow. I hadn’t realized the place had its own disco lighting. Maybe Corey’s parties are pretty cool after all.

We start dancing together, and then a few guys from Alyssa’s class make their way over to join us. Before I know it, Alyssa and I are both sandwiched in between Corey and Dylan as we dance to ‘Feel this Moment’ by ‘Christina Aguilera and Pitbull’.

I find that I don’t need any alcohol to loosen myself up, it’s just great company. In no time the four of us are pretty much taking up the main dancing area as people gather around the sides, either watching everyone dancing or chatting amongst themselves.

Feeling hands on my shoul
ders, I turn, and immediately shrug them away when I see who it is. “Alex, come outside,” I shake my head at Matt, who for once, looks to be feeling sorry for himself. Moving over to the other side of our group and away from him, I watch as he stalks out of the room while wearing a huge scowl over his face.

“What the hell did he want?” Alyssa shouts over from in front of me, but I just shake my head and roll my eyes in response. I notice a small grin appearing as she widens her eyes at me
and winks.

Looking over my shoulder, I catch sight of Brandon leaning against the back wall. He’s standing with a couple of people
who I recognize from the bar. He’s holding a bottle of beer in his left hand, with his eyes focused directly over on me.

Giving him a small smile, I quickly turn myself back around and feel my cheeks flush from the way he was looking me.
I noticed that he’s wearing a pair of faded blue, baggy pants with a V-neck shirt, and a black leather jacket over the top. Christ, he looks hot in leather.

I lean over to Alyssa and tell her that I’m going for a refill, before making my way out of the
room and back into the kitchen. I feel his eyes still on me as I go. Damn, he looks delicious. I want him. I
really
want him. I think I need to go and get some air.

After s
pending roughly ten minutes out in the backyard, I grabbed myself a shot of tequila from the countertop and another soda, before going back in to join Alyssa. I decide to sit out of this dance because she’s now getting down and dirty with…
Seth.
I smile at Seth’s smile. Bless him, I think he’s in love with her and I just hope she has the sense to hold onto him this time.

Glancing over to where Brandon
was standing just a little while ago, I see he’s no longer there, and instead, he’s chatting to a blonde over in the far corner of the room. I guess I should have been expecting to see him with someone else at some point.

I hadn’t realized I’d been gripping the cup in my hand so tightly
, until I see that I’ve squeezed most of the contents out and onto the floor. I think I should go and see if Neil and Ryan need any help with their card game, it beats sticking around and watching the blonde getting her claws into Brandon for the rest of night.

I don’t
like the way his lips have turned up at the corners as he talks to her. Here comes the jealousy. Ugh, I’m such a girl.

“Hey, where are you going?” I pause when I feel his warm hand gently touching my left shoulder and hear his voice so close to my ear
, as I reach the entryway. Turning around, I give him a small smile and try my hardest to a
… normal
. When I say normal, I mean by trying to keep the green from taking over my complexion so I don’t turn into the hulk or something.

“I was
…” I pause when I see the blonde walking by us, and watch as she shoots him a smirk on her way past. I turn back to face the doorway, but Brandon places his other hand on my right shoulder. “I should go.”

He walks around me
so he’s standing right in front of me, and gazes into my eyes for a few moments while looking a little apprehensive. “You thought that I was gonna take her home, didn’t you?”

“No, I just didn’t like what I felt inside when I saw you smiling at her.
It was the same way you smiled at me not so long ago.” I can’t even look into his eyes without wanting to kiss and hold him.

“There’s no way I looked at her, or any other woman come to mention it, the way I looked and
still look at you, Alexis.” He leans in closer and brushes his lips across my forehead, before taking my hand and leading me back into the room. “Dance with me,” he says over his shoulder. Those famous words.

Although the song that’s playing has a pretty fast tempo
, he pulls me up close to him. We’re only inches apart, and he lightly strokes his fingers up and down my bare back tenderly, while staring right into my eyes. As the song continues to play, our bodies become even closer, and I feel my breasts pressing against his chest as we move our hips slowly in time with each other. My breathing is shallow and my pulse is racing. He begins tenderly nibbling at my neck, which forces me to let out an involuntary moan, before he presses his body firmly into mine, I can feel his excitement against my lower abdomen again and press myself harder into him.

His breaths
come out quick and heavy as his hands grip firmly on my waist and I find myself grinding myself into him with pure want. A deep heat pulsates through me at the sensation, and the need for him is becoming so intense, that I grab his hair and pull his face towards me.

His e
yes are burning and I notice him swallow, hard, before leaning over and whispering against my ear, “Let’s get outta here.” His eyes are searching mine as he says the words and all I can do is nod my reply. My voice has gotten lost somewhere, probably caught up in the wave of feelings flowing through my body from having him so close to me.

Taking a hold o
f my hand, he flashes me a grin and while keeping his eyes locked on mine, he leads me out of the living room and towards the main door. “Your place or mine, beautiful?”

Try.

Brandon and I have barely been able to keep our hands off of each other the entire way back to my dorm. Not even in the cab on the way over here, and I swear the driver kept gawking at us through his rear view mirror. Brandon had his lips permanently glued to either my neck or ears, from the second we left the party, until we stepped through my door. Our hands were busy too. He caressed his fingers teasingly over my breasts, as mine roamed under his shirt and traced along his waistband. As soon as I felt a little more daring, the taxi arrived outside campus.

The last words spoken were those back at Corey’s place, when he’d asked whose place we were going back to. We didn’t even discuss where it would be best to stay, it just happened to be my building t
hat we stumbled upon first after climbing out of the taxi.

I like that he’ll be staying in my bed again with me tonight.

“Bedroom,” he mumbles against my skin while trailing feather light kisses up and down my neck. “Now,” he says more firmly. Gripping my hips tightly and after kicking the front door closed behind him, he starts walking me backwards as he steers me straight towards my bedroom door.

“Brandon
…” I try to speak, but from the way he’s now cupping one hand firmly on my behind while the other is threading into my hair and pulling my head back, I’m distracted and forget all that I was about to say.

A delicious tingling sensation begins spreading through me when he moves his mouth lower
, and he caresses his tongue along the top of my dress, just above my breasts. I grab fistfuls of the front of his shirt and let out a small moan when I find myself being firmly pressed up against my door.

In one swift motion, he lifts me up by my hips and brings my legs higher, before wrapping them firmly around his waist. I g
rip his hair forcefully with both hands as he presses his erection against my most sensitive part. We let out a moan simultaneously and a deep heat floods through my lower body as he rocks his hips back and forth against me
,
an
d
with each motion, the burning sensation inside of me intensifies.

Stilling when we hear footsteps over by the main door, he immediately places me back down onto my feet and reaches behind me. Turning the door handle with his left hand, he gently moves me through the open doorway with his right. I feel the back of my legs hit against the base of my bed, and with that, a rush of excitement courses through my entire body. With my fingers tangled in his tousled hair, he lets out a
groan while grasping at the hem of my dress, and bringing it higher until it’s up and around my waist.

He pulls away slightly and directs his gaze straight into my eyes. Although it’s dark in here, the curtains haven’t yet been drawn. Light from the streetlamp o
utside reflects off of his eyes and I can see a look of hunger sparking deep within them as we stand and gaze deeply into each other for few seconds.

My heart is thrashing inside of my chest as he kneels himself down in front of me. With his eyes locked on mine, he licks his lips slowly, and this action alone causes me to almost hyperventilate. He trails warm breaths softly over my stomach, which prompts goose bumps to cover my skin. He then directs them lower down
, until they’re skimming over the apex of my thighs. This is …
hot.

Raising his head slightly and peering up at me with pure passion filling his eyes, he begins delicately caressing my
naval with his tongue, while softly sweeping his hands up my legs, before resting them on my hips. Hooking his thumbs in between my skin and the fabric of my panties, he leisurely slips them down to the floor. Stepping out of them, I watch as he slowly stands himself back up, with lust evident over his features and within his eyes. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he turns me around and lightly glides his fingers down my spine, stilling them when he reaches the zipper of my dress.

With his lips pressed against my left ear, I feel his breath lightly washing over me as he slowly moves the zipper down
, until it reaches the small of my back. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Alexis,” he whispers hoarsely, before sliding my dress down over my hips, until it falls into a heap on the floor. I close my eyes and lean myself into him as he unclasps my bra. As he removes the straps and slips them down my arms, a warm feeling passes through my body at the realization that I’m now standing fully naked in front of him.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, and although
I thought I’d feel nervous, I don’t. I trust him completely. Turning myself so that I’m facing him again, I hear his breath hitch as his widening eyes roam over my body.

Lightly cupping my chin with his right hand, he begins placing lingering kisses from my right ear, down my neck, and then across my chest until he reaches my left breast with his soft lips. His mouth remains over my nipple as he gently rolls his tongue around in small, circular motions
, while his left hand continues further south, until I feel his fingers brush in between my legs.

It’s as though a fire has been ignited within me, and I’m relishing how my body is reacting to his touch. Never in my life have I ever felt as comfortable with someone as I feel with him.

Massaging me tenderly with his fingers, he slides them slowly back and forth across my folds. I let out a small moan while wrapping my arms around his neck, as he stands straighter again, with pure want visible within his eyes. Trailing my hands down to the front of his shirt, I begin slowly undoing each button, as he gradually slips a finger inside of me.

Using his free hand, he grabs mine abruptly, stopping me from taking his shirt off of him. Instead, he leans his head closer to mine without breaking our intense eye contact, and
mutters, “I need to taste you, Alexis.” His voice cracks slightly and there’s a hint of desperation within his tone. “Let me, please?” His sounds full of need as he lowers me onto my bed, until I am lying on my back with my legs hanging over the side.

He lifts my legs higher, and unh
urriedly begins searing kisses onto my skin, starting from my right ankle, and moving further up my body until his lips reach where he wants to be. As he tenderly kisses around my center, the heat inside me triples its intensity, and I’m nearly panting when I finally feel his tongue gently gliding around my clitoris. “Shit, you taste like fucking heaven, beautiful,” he moans into me, and at his words, my back arches as I let out a groan.

Kneeling at the side of my bed, he
drapes my legs over his shoulders and places his free hand underneath my waist, before lifting me up a little, until his lips are pressed firmly against my core. He lightly flicks his tongue over my sensitive flesh, again and again, and he seems to become more eager as my body begins to tremble. He slides two fingers inside of me, with a little more force, and that’s when I feel myself tightening around them.

Grabbing his head and pulling his face as close as I can into me, I let out a cry as I climb
towards my peak. “I wanna hear you scream for me, Alexis.” His voice is barely intelligible, drowned out by my pulse thundering inside of my head, “Come for me, beautiful,” Those words are my undoing.

I feel the tingling sensation begin t
o crawl up through my veins, releasing ripples of euphoria right across my body. Nothing else matters but this feeling, this feeling of being connected, connected with him.

“Brandon!” I cry as I
writhe against him. I glance down and see him watching me. His eyes are on fire. I throw my head back against the bed as I cave in and let the delightful feelings overwhelm me.

I can't think of anything other than how he’s just made me feel. The walls could crumble, the ceiling could be torn
away by a freaking thunderstorm, but I will still be thinking of how good it felt to find my release.

As the intense feelings begin to subside, my erratic breathing starts to even out, and I slowly open my eyes. I feel the bed move a little as he pulls my blanket up and over my body, before laying himself beside me. I hear his ragged breaths as he turns onto his side, so his face is only a couple of inches from mine. Now that I’ve regained some control over my senses, I reach my hand down to the waistband of his pants and notice his eyes widening at my actions.

He lifts his hand and runs his fingers lightly into my hair, before undoing the clip so my waves fall loosely down to the side of my face.

Slowly trailing my left hand to his belt, I tug at it gently and hear him inhale sharply as I begin to loosen the buckle. My heart hasn’t slowed its ridiculously fast rhythm since he stopped me from walking out of the living room, back at Corey’s place.

I’ve never done what I’m about to do. My hands tremble slightly from feeling so nervous. He’s used to experienced women and I have no experience whatsoever.

Sitting myself upright, I adjust the blanket around me before slinking down the bed a little and settling beside his hips.

Undoing the button of his pants with my left hand, I skim the shaky fingers from my right lightly across his navel, before pulling both his pants and boxers down to his knees. I sense his body tensing as my left hand brushes over his erection. His eyes are on me
and his mouth is open slightly, as he watches what I’m about to do.

I lick my lips and hear a deep groan escaping from his chest.
He watches me as I draw closer to his length. I really hope I do this right.

His hands are gently stroking my hair as I open my mouth and begin
to slowly lick the tip. He lets out a groan as I hold him in my right hand and gently lower my head, until I can feel him at the back of my throat. Slowly pulling back up, I swirl my tongue around his crown and suck him gently as I glide my hand up and down his hardness. His hands move onto the back of my head as I begin to go a little faster, plunging him into my mouth, over and over, and letting out a small moan when I feel him grab my hair and press me closer towards him.

“Shit! Alexis
… I’m gonna …” His voice is strangled and his words cut off when I feel him swell, right before he empties himself into my mouth. The warm liquid oozes from the tip and flows down my throat as I suck harder, until he’s almost dry.

“Fuck!” H
e groans out as I feel his fingers loosening their grip in my hair. His upper body is heaving as I back away slightly to look at him.

He’s smiling with his eyes closed as he tries to steady his breathing. I see his chest rising and falling and want nothing more than to rest my head on him
like the other night, but this time I want to wake up in his arms.

After a few moments, he pulls his boxers back around his waist while shrugg
ing out of his pants and then places them onto the floor beside the bed.  He puts his arms out for me to go and lay beside him. Resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me, he pulls me close and I smile as I close my eyes.

“Does this mean we’re going to try?” I ask him.

“I think it does,” he replies, while snuggling into me. In no time his breathing becomes even and when I raise my head to look at him, he’s fast asleep.

I didn’t think I’d have any trouble getting to sleep myself, but there
are a couple of things still playing on my mind, like the fact that I didn’t get cast in the show and what happened between Brandon and I. What I really can’t shake off isn’t even thoughts of the intimate things we just experienced together, but more so the ones we didn’t.

He didn’t kiss me. Not once did he kiss me on the lips.