The Upside of Being Let Down (new adult romance - 1) (9 page)

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I
’
ll
admit it. When Bryan left the bed and bedroom two feelings went through me. The
first feeling was joy because he
’
d
listened to me. I mean, come on, I was in his apartment, in his bed. I did tell
him to hold me. I did tell him to kiss me. I did want him to touch me and he
did. Everything was on my back, not his. But the second I felt his dick hard
against me I had to kick him out.

Why?

Well, that
’
s the other feeling that went through me when Bryan
left the room.

I wanted Bryan.

I wanted him to stay.

I wanted him to hold me.

I wanted to feel his body against
mine, again, and I wanted it pretty damn bad. But the thing was, if we had sex
for a second time that night it would have different implications.

For all I cared, I needed a place
to sleep for the night. Nothing more. To have Bryan with me, inside me,
comforting me, taking away reality for a little while, that was all extra.

I didn
’
t need anymore.

Okay, fine, I did.

I needed more. I needed time to
stop for a long time. But by then Bryan was out of the room. My back was to the
door and I waited for sleep to take me. Thoughts continued to race through my
mind, everything from watching my sister earn her keep as a stripper to the way
Bryan
’
s tongue felt against
my neck.

It had been a pretty crazy night.

Crazy enough that when I finally
fell asleep, time sped up. Because when I opened my eyes again and it was
morning, I rolled and put my hand out, hoping to find that Bryan snuck back
into his bed. If he had done so, I would have pulled him on top of me for a
little morning fun.

But the bed was empty.

And my mind wasn
’
t.

I threw the covers from me and
found my pants on the ground where they had ended up after I kicked them away.
I looked at my phone and knew I was up too early.

Way too freaking early.

I considered going back to the
sleep but Bryan was on my mind.

Did he really sleep on his couch
all night?

I left the bedroom still wearing a
t-shirt and panties. I rubbed my eyes as I walked. I yawned and could taste the
dry disgusting taste of my own mouth. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying
to work out some of the knots.

Not a chance in hell.

I found Bryan on the couch,
sleeping. He faced the back of the couch and was curled up. It was almost cute
to see. I couldn
’
t believe
that he actually slept the night on the couch.

I stared at his muscular back.
Thick shoulder. His arm. It all just looked... yummy. I don
’
t know what the hell got into me
- or my panties for that matter - but I was suddenly turned on. And I mean
turned on. Turned on to the point that my toes curled and I had to bite on my
lip, seeking some kind of relief.

None came.

There was one way to get relief
though.

I walked to the couch and touched
Bryan
’
s shoulder. I pushed
at him. Nothing happened, so I pulled at his shoulder and shook him a little. I
didn
’
t want to scare him,
but I needed him awake.

Oh, and I needed his pants off.

When shaking him didn
’
t work, I dug my nails a little.
Maybe a little pain would bring him out of his peaceful slumber.

That didn
’
t work either. All Bryan did was shrug his
shoulder.

He was denying me in his sleep.

I thought about the day ahead of me
- talking to Winnie, planning something for school, figuring out a place to
live, a job, all that good stuff - and I was not going to take
no
for an
answer. Not with Bryan.

He
’
d
do it.

He
’
d
do... well, me.

I had to get him up - in more than
one way.

I leaned over the couch and touched
just above his jeans tickled his skin but nothing happened. He didn
’
t stir, his skin didn
’
t flutter. My hand moved over his
jeans and I cupped between his legs.

He was fucking hard, again.

My jaw dropped.

Was this guy always hard?

As I touched the sides of my
panties I knew how crazy the idea was. Part of me knew I should have just left and
let the night be something to think about. To remember. Even the cuddly romance
stuff, sure, I
’
d remember
it.

But I couldn
’
t help myself. I stood up and lifted my shirt
enough to expose my panties.

I slowly stripped myself of my
panties and left them on the floor. I reached for Bryan again but this time I
didn
’
t try to wake him by
shaking him or clawing at him. I took his hand and curled all but two fingers.
My cheeks actually burned as I placed those two fingers between my legs. I
gently rubbed with his fingers and my toes curled again. I moaned under my
breath the best I could but it didn
’
t
matter.

“
Oh,
Bryan,
”
I finally said.

His hand moved on his own and he
rolled to his back. His eyes fluttered for a few seconds and then he opened
them. I grabbed my shirt and lifted it, showing him right where his hand was.
That
’
s when his eyes popped
open and the look on his face was priceless.

“
Good
morning,
”
I said.

“
Good
morning,
”
he whispered.
“
AJ...
”

“
Don
’
t ruin it,
”
I said and smiled.

He took his hand away just as I
reached for his jeans again. It was time to take them off and get what I
wanted.

I felt bold and acted so. For all I
knew, Bryan could have been a master at seducing and using woman and I was just
another one of his victims. But as I opened Bryan
’
s
jeans, I didn
’
t care.

“
AJ,
”
Bryan said.

My hand was over his boxers,
feeling him.
“
What?
”

“
Did
you get something?
”

I was thankful that someone in the
heat of the moment used their head. I seriously would have climbed on top of AJ
just like that to enjoy him. When I let Bryan go I pointed at him.

“
When
I get back your pants better be down,
”
I warned.

I thought about running to the
bedroom to get a condom but I had no urge to run. Bryan would wait for me. Any
guy waking up to a girl naked from the waist down - and wet - would be hard,
stay hard, and wait as long as he had to.

When I came back to the living
room, Bryan had listened. For the most part. He had his pants down to his
knees. He was thick and hard and I threw the condom at him.

“
Hurry
up, I don
’
t have all
morning,
”
I said.

“
Where
are you going?
”
he asked.

“
Nowhere,
”
I said.
“
Just hurry.
”

Bryan fumbled with the condom. The
chance at anything erotic quickly began to fade away. Seeing Bryan the night
before in the gentle glow of the bedroom was one thing. Now, in the morning, it
was still sexy to watch, but I just wanted him to hurry.

He looked at me and asked,
“
Are you leaving after this?
”

After this?

This?

“
Are
you seriously going to ruin this?
”
I asked.

“
No.
Sorry. I
’
m, uh, ready.
”

I looked at his dick. Yeah, of
course he was ready. He was hard and now protected.

I climbed on top of Bryan, grabbed
the top of the couch, and positioned myself over him. His blinked fast, still
trying to wake up. I had to smile because any thought of being tired was about
to be ripped away.

I lowered my body down and felt him
touch me. With my free hand, I guided Bryan right where I wanted him and let
him slide into me. All the way down and I held there, my body already
throbbing.

He was good.

Even on the couch.

He was really good.

I leaned forward, holding onto the
arm of the couch with one hand and the top with the other. I started to move,
back and forth, up and down, wasting no time in enjoying what we had between
each other. It had been a long time since I woke up with a guy who got hard for
me. And wanted me.

Bryan started to match my faster
pace, thrusting up, adding more pleasure, as if I really needed it. I started
to moan and looked at the wall behind the couch. It was the main wall out to
the hallway. I wondered how thick the wall was. Maybe his neighbors heard me
moaning. Maybe they didn
’
t.

“
AJ,
it feels so good,
”
Bryan
said.

“
Touch
me,
”
I said.
“
Anywhere you want. Just touch
me.
”

Until then, Bryan had kept his
hands in fists, resisting the urge to do anything to me. But with my simple
command, Bryan
’
s hands came
to my hips so fast he basically slapped me. I jumped and cried out.

“
Sorry,
”
he whispered.

“
Stop
apologizing for stuff,
”
I
said as I moved on him.

The pleasure moved deep throughout
my body. There was something gentle and enjoyable about morning sex. I leaned
down more as Bryan
’
s hands
moved from my sides to my stomach. His hands kept moving up until his
fingertips grazed my breasts. I saw the look in his eyes. He didn
’
t realize I wasn
’
t wearing a bra. As his hands
came over my breasts, his warm palms pressed hard against my tight nipples, I
moaned again.

I was inches from his face.

I breathed on him.

He breathed on me.

We tasted each other
’
s breaths and stared into each
other
’
s eyes. It was
definitely an intimate moment, but it just felt too damn good to think too much
into it.

The faster I moved, the faster
Bryan moved. I brought myself to a climax and squeezed tight on his body,
grinding as hard as I could. The intense pressure kept the sensations soaring
and tingling through my entire body.

Bryan
’
s
mouth opened and left out a small grunt.

I put my lips to his and our
tongues touched, engaging in a hot morning kiss. I started to offer my body
again, pumping myself, feeling Bryan almost ready to go. It was so sexy to feel
him readying. I wasn
’
t sure
if it was something I felt before. I was just so tuned in to Bryan
’
s body and sex, along with my
own.

He took one hand away from my chest
and touched my lower back. His hand was then open, big, pressing. As he began
to command me, I gave in. His hand moved to my ass and as he squeezed, I moaned
into his mouth. Bryan moaned back and thrust up as I came down. That
’
s when he climaxed. I could feel
it, just like the night before.

The sex quickly calmed. Our bodies
were still tired, trying to wake up. I felt my nerves shaking, teetering on
being in shock. I rested against Bryan
’
s
body, my head now on his chest. I listened to his heart, the wild beating,
knowing I had done a good job. I shut my eyes for a few seconds and inhaled
everything. I literally inhaled everything. The smell of sleep. The smell of
morning. The smell of Bryan
’
s
sexy body. The smell of sex.

One of Bryan
’
s hands touched my head and his fingers spread
wide. My eyes opened and I swallowed hard.

Shit.

He was going to ruin it.

His fingers were then in my hair,
sliding down. He tried to fight some of the morning knots and ended up pulling
my hair too hard. My head jerked and I winced, but I didn
’
t say anything.

“
Sorry,
”
he whispered.

He repeated the same move two more
times, and each time I felt his fingers glide through my hair it gave me
chills.

It made it all feel... real.

“
Okay,
”
I said and pushed up, climbing
off Bryan
’
s body.

I saw my panties on the floor. I
looked at Bryan, watching him pull his boxers and jeans up. When he looked at
me he had that smile on his face. That shit eating grin because in his mind he
could picture me naked, he could think about how my body felt, and he could say
that a girl came to his apartment and had sex with him twice.

The familiar feeling of being used
started to come at me and I hated it. Part of the problem was that as I walked
away with my panties I realized the fun was finally over. All the reality that
I had been able to push away would now be faced. I
’
d have to have a plan ready to go so Winnie didn
’
t get pissed off at me. Not to
mention my parents. By the time I slipped into my panties in Bryan
’
s room, I was annoyed.

When I went to leave the room,
Bryan stood in the hallway, looking confident and cocky. He stared at me with a
set of eyes I feared.

“
Don
’
t do anything,
”
I said as I tried to walk by.