Don't Read in the Closet volume one (67 page)

I wriggled back up his body, feeling his cock wet and hard and
insistent against my stomach. Brooklyn kissed me and stroked my skin until I
squirmed against him so I could increase the pressure of his cock against mine.

“Dallas?”

“Yeah?” My full name got my attention too.

He reached onto the floor and rummaged through the pockets of his
shorts. He pulled out a small bottle of lube. “I want you.
Only
you. I don’t want there to be anyone else, not now, not when
we get to school... just
not
.”

“I don’t either. I’m not looking for a million guys. I only want
one. One who’s
real.
”

“Me?”

I laughed. “Of course you.”

Brooklyn chuckled too and gave me one of those big goofy ass
grins that I’d learned to love so much. Then he flipped me over on my back,
which startled the hell out of me and made me giggle nervously.

“Your turn. I wanna make you feel so good.”

I didn’t think it was going to be a problem. Just the thought of
his hands on me, his mouth, had me arching my back in anticipation. Reality was
so much better. I’d already learned to love his lips on my neck, sucking and
biting just a little. That same bite-y kiss on the inside of my thighs made my
belly quiver.

It was hard not to beg, but I felt like I was holding my breath,
waiting, waiting to feel the wet heat of his mouth where I wanted it most. He
teased me like I had done to him. Circling around the point but never quite
getting to it. Finally when I was arched off the bed and nearly to the place
where I was going to start screaming from being so frustrated, he finally,
finally
took me into his mouth, deep and
slow. I grabbed at the blanket and his hair and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Oh, God, God,
God
.”

It was... holy wow. Yeah. Wow. I could barely breathe from the
heat, the suction, the wet pleasure. So good. So
damn
good. He used his tongue in ways I hadn’t even thought of,
those long fingers too, curling and massaging and driving me out of my
ever-lovin’ mind. I was going to lose it. I knew I was. Brooklyn must have
sensed it coming because he gave me one last long licking tug with his mouth
then let my cock slip free.

“Good?”

I huffed out a breathless laugh and pushed my head into the
pillow. “You’ve gotta ask?”

He smiled up at me from his position between my legs. “I guess
not. I wanna try something else, babe. Okay?” He had the lube in his hands. I
gulped. Yeah, I was ready. Maybe. Yes? I nodded anyway. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Touch me, Brook.” I spread my legs further to give him any
access he needed.

The lube was cold at first against my skin, and the pressure of
his fingers felt foreign... but still kinda good. I liked how he rubbed against
my skin and pushed softly. The Brooklyn that I used to think he was for so long
was nothing like the gentle lover kneeling between my legs. When he had me nice
and relaxed, loving his touch and not worried about what might come next, he
slid two long fingers inside.

My breath caught at the unexpected stretch, but Brooklyn leaned
over to kiss me and whisper in my ear.

“I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re gonna feel so good—all hot
and tight.” And then he rubbed against what had to be my prostate ‘cause I just
about lost it all together. My whole body shivered and I moved my hips to try
to get more pressure. It was that freaking amazing.

“
Yeah.
I wanna try it.”
I rubbed my foot on the back of his calf.

“I’m gonna go slow. ‘Kay?” He withdrew his fingers. It felt weird
not having him in my body. I nodded when part of me wanted to tell him to go
for it. As hard as he could. Slow was what I needed. I knew that logically.
What I wanted was all that delicious pressure, the full body shiver, the
pounding consuming pleasure.

The desire turned to a bit of nerves when Brooklyn was poised in
between my legs, ready to move. But I swallowed the nerves and lifted my knees
to his sides. He pushed, gently and hesitantly at first, but then with more
pressure until he was stretching me out so far I thought I’d rip in half. My
eyes watered.

“Babe, you okay?” Brooklyn looked concerned. He started to pull
out. “I’m not going to do this.”

“No, Brook. I want it. Just... hold on for a second.” I shifted
and rolled my hips a little, pushing up onto his invading cock. It wasn’t as
bad as it had been at first. Kinda weird and full but not so painful. “Try
more.”

Brooklyn pushed again, sinking further into me. He changed his
angle and the tip of his cock nudged against my prostate.
Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.
It still hurt, but the
pleasure nearly drowned it out.

“Do it again. Right there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Brook.
Now.
”

He started moving, and I lifted into it. If only he could
maintain that same angle then he’d keep hitting me in the perfect spot again
and again and again. It was driving me crazy. It felt so good but it just
wasn’t enough. I groaned and rolled my hips to increase the motion. I dug my
heels into the bed and pushed up as hard as I could so he could hit it again,
again... again. Ohhh. I wanted more.

“God, you’re sexy,” Brook moaned. I opened my eyes to see him
watching me, cheeks flushed, mouth open. His eyes were heavy and lidded, the
usually golden brown turned deep and melty.

“Feels so good... I need.” I couldn’t come up with the words to
ask for it. Only the motions. I pushed to get him deeper and rubbed my achy
cock against his stomach, I grabbed at his ass needing him closer, more,
touching me everywhere. “Love you, Brook.”

“God, I love you too, Dal.”

He hooked his elbow under my knee and pulled it up flush with my
side, opening me up more for his body. I swear he slid even deeper, rubbing
against me oh so perfectly the entire time, back and forth, torturous and
beautiful. I never wanted it to end, but I couldn’t keep going much more before
I burst into tiny little pieces. I could feel the explosion coming. I started
to shake hard.

“I need to come, babe. I’m going insane.” My words came out like
hoarse pants, breathless and squeaky. I was teetering on the precipice of
something far more vast and intense than I’d ever felt before. The power was
swirling through me tighter and tighter by the second.

Brooklyn reached between us and wrapped his wonderful roughened
hand around my cock and pulled. I shook even harder from the combined touch of
his hand on my throbbing cock and his hard desperate presence in my body. It
didn’t take much longer, my poor inexperienced willpower couldn’t hold out.
Before long, I was screaming and trembling and wrapping my arms around
Brooklyn’s muscled shoulders while I came, hot pulsing rushes of pleasure
seeping from my body. He plunged deep a few more times before I felt the new
sensation of wet heat filling my body. Brooklyn held still over me, breathing
hard and trembling himself. Then he lowered his forehead to mine and slowly
slid out of my body.

I felt...
odd
, and wet
and loose, joints all jiggly, skin still tingling with the aftermath of my
orgasm. It wasn’t unpleasant, though. The whole thing had been so much more
than I expected, but less at the same time. Less awkward, less foreign than I’d
thought it would be. It had felt
good
to be with Brooklyn that way. Right, you know? I didn’t have any regrets.

And I felt the same mostly inside, but still somehow a little
different. Maybe I was just unsure of what was to come. I needed Brooklyn’s
skin next to mine, needed him to hold me and make me feel like everything
wasn’t going to be totally weird between us. I was kind of annoyed at myself
for being such a wuss about it. That was until Brooklyn pulled me into his
arms, still breathing hard and shaking himself.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” His hoarse whisper was right
up against my ear. I shivered and wriggled closer.

“Good disbelief or bad?”

He tightened his arms. “Amazing. How could you even ask? I want
to try it again, and again.”

“And again?” I chuckled.

Brooklyn tickled my belly. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” Another thing I still wasn’t used to. But I
could get used to it. Easily. “Can we stay here for a while? I don’t want to
move.”

“Your dad’s really gone till tomorrow?” Brooklyn’s forehead
crinkled. I understood his worry. Hated it, but understood. Getting caught by
my dad (or his parents for that matter) would cause no end of trouble. It was
easier just to wait till we were gone, somewhere else. When we visited my mom
the next week in Houston, we’d be able to love on each other all we wanted.
She’d already told my grandparents who surprisingly didn’t care at all. A week
away then when we came back we’d be getting ready to go to school. We were both
looking forward to it.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s fine. He’s gone, had to check on the
shipping center over in Amarillo or something.” It didn’t matter. He was always
gone. Some days I wasn’t even sure he’d been there at all the night before. The
house seemed empty and unloved. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. If it
hadn’t been for Brooklyn, I’d have left weeks before.

It would be so easy when we were in college. Or after. When we
could go anywhere, do
anything, that
we wanted. I knew
I shouldn’t presume; that we’d stay together, that he’d want to make serious
plans with me. Even after what he’d said, nothing was certain. I wanted it,
though. All of it. I guessed I could only wait to see what the future held.

Brooklyn tugged on my hair. “Hey. You wanna walk to the Dairy
Freeze and get a frosty cone?”

I had to smile. “Are you hungry again?”

“Yeah.”

He was always hungry. “Okay. Give me twenty minutes to relax and
collect
myself
and then we’ll go.”

* * * *

“Next in line please!” I felt like I’d been standing there
forever, right behind Brooklyn in the “p-t” line at registration. We were
picking up our class schedules, our dorm assignments, everything that would
shape our lives for the next few months at least. My stomach was a little
fluttery. I hoped my roommate was cool with everything. I wasn’t going to go
back to Sugarcreek, literally or in any other way. Brooklyn turned around
holding his packet in his hands. He looked a little nervous too.

“Hey, I’ll meet you at the tree over there.” He pointed to a big
oak about fifty feet away.

I nodded and went up to get my papers. After I had the thick
envelope in my hand, I ripped it open and shuffled through the schedules and
orientation pamphlets, looking for what I was worried about the most—my dorm
assignment. I hoped it didn’t suck.

Please don’t let it suck.

Martin Hall. Room 208. It was a freshman dorm, not the nicest but
it was in a good part of campus. I wouldn’t have to walk a million miles to get
to class every day. That was a relief.

“Hey, babe. What dorm did you get?” Brooklyn was looking over his
papers.

“Martin.”

“Me too! Nice. I’m in two—“

I caught a glance at his paper and snorted. I couldn’t help
smiling. He saw my grin and he already knew.

“You’re in two oh eight too, aren’t you?”

I nodded,
then
I started laughing.
Brooklyn joined in, laying his head on my shoulder and reaching down to thread our
fingers together without even glancing around to see who might be looking. We
weren’t in Sugarcreek anymore. That much was for sure.

It figured that we’d been stuck together again. Why not? We
always were. I was starting to wonder if
me
and
Brooklyn Thorn might just be stuck together for life. I have to say that was
fine with me.

I could think of far worse things.

THE END

Author bio:
M.J. O'Shea
has been writing romance since algebra class in sixth grade (when most of her
stories starred her and Leonardo DiCaprio). When she's not writing, she loves
listening to nearly all types of music, painting, reading great authors, and on
those elusive sunny days in the Pacific Northwest, she loves driving on the
freeway with her windows rolled down and her stereo on high.

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Selected by Neil S.
Plakcy

Dear Author,

See this guy?

[PHOTO: A black/white photo of a muscular
man standing in an old building. He's wearing white boxers and a cowboy hat,
carrying a jean jacket and his black cowboy boots. The door behind him stands
open; the one in front of him shows his silhouette in the frosted window.]

He's away from the ranch
and the life as he has known it for the first time. He found a room in this,
well, shabby inn, but mysterious things seem to happen all around. Things
vanish, people don't remember that they met before (or pretend to) and someone
threatens the owner of the inn (seemingly for no reason). And now, coming home
from a long day of looking for a way to provide for
himself
,
he finds somebody in his room, going through his things, drawing his secrets
into the open. A bad thing? Or maybe his chance to start a new life with a new
kind of love?

I would be thrilled to
read his story!

Love,

Calathea

Genre:
contemporary

Tags:
erotic, cowboys, FBI