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door. Brandon managed to close the front door in silence, but passing the movie room seemed like a tougher challenge. I really didn’t want to deal with Amanda right now. I held my breath and we smirked as we passed the door and walked on more quickly to the rooms further down.
Finally, Brandon pushed his bedroom door and flicked on a light. I walked in ahead of him and span around to check it out while he closed the door behind me. This was the room where I was going to have him. This was the room where I was going to make love to the gorgeous man who saved my college career before it had begun. The room was well done, with no student posters in sight, but a full bookcase and a nice leather lined desk and leather side chair. There were books, a PC and most importantly, there was a large soft double bed in the centre of the room, in pride of place.
“You missed after work drinks. Do you want one now?”
I looked at the door and was pleased to see a lock, like a bathroom door lock. Brandon saw me looking and flicked it into place. Now we were locked in together. There was nothing I could do about it. I revelled at the thought.
“What have you got?”
“Armagnac. You want some?”
I shrugged. I had never had it before, so why not? He pulled up a bottle the size of a hip flask. “I’ve got no glasses here, but we can share from the bottle, right?”
“Absolutely. Let’s share away.”
He swigged the half bottle and passed it my way. I sat down on his bed, and took a big swig. The drink was like smooth fire, tasting of sweet brandy with a good aftertaste. I held back a cough and passed it back. Now he put the bottle aside and gazed at me, throwing his jacket off.
“We’re absolutely alone now. Even if they knock, we’ll ignore them. We can be as quiet as you like. We can be as loud as you like.”
“Honey, please come and kiss me.”
His eyes narrowed at me with desire and he smiled. He looked more lion-like than ever in his bedroom. I was wearing my jeans, but I wanted him close. I wanted to wrap my legs around him. I opened my legs and he knelt down and nestled between my thighs. It felt so good and right to have him there pressing against me. He stood on his knees and we kissed, long and passionate. I nuzzled his lip and gently he bit on mine. I could feel the restraint in his passion, his lust boiling beneath his clothes. I wanted to him to let go. I leaned in and kissed him behind his ears, raking his long brown hair with my hands. I felt him shudder in delight and seize me in response. His hands toyed with the flesh of my hips, squeezing them, and his hands ran the length of my body, pressing on my shoulders to push me back onto the bed. I gave way and laid down.
“Take them off,” he said, gentle but commanding. Now I had the opportunity to present myself to him. I knelt up and unbuttoned my blouse. I undid the last button and opened it up to show him my cleavage, all pressed up for him in a black lace bra. He ate me up with his eyes, his gaze flicking from my body to my face. I loved the look on his face. He was barely in control now. I rolled back down and lifted my legs and unbuttoned my jeans. I wriggled my hips and pulled free.
“Help me, honey.” I said. The jeans rolled down to my ankles. He pulled them over my feet, and tossed them aside. It was no coincidence he was leaning over me now. I wondered if he noticed my arousal now. I could feel it so strongly I was sure he could.
“Your turn,” I said.
Without further encouragement, Brandon threw off his lumberjack shirt and the vest underneath exposing his sculpted body below. He was so fine to behold, and I nearly purred when I saw the definition of his pectoral muscles, his abs. There was a thin down of chest hair on him. He was manly, the most manly I had seen this close up in my whole life.
“Look at you,” I said. He laughed.
“No, look at you. I want to look at all of you.”
“Then we’d better take it all
Finally, Brandon pushed his bedroom door and flicked on a light. I walked in ahead of him and span around to check it out while he closed the door behind me. This was the room where I was going to have him. This was the room where I was going to make love to the gorgeous man who saved my college career before it had begun. The room was well done, with no student posters in sight, but a full bookcase and a nice leather lined desk and leather side chair. There were books, a PC and most importantly, there was a large soft double bed in the centre of the room, in pride of place.
“You missed after work drinks. Do you want one now?”
I looked at the door and was pleased to see a lock, like a bathroom door lock. Brandon saw me looking and flicked it into place. Now we were locked in together. There was nothing I could do about it. I revelled at the thought.
“What have you got?”
“Armagnac. You want some?”
I shrugged. I had never had it before, so why not? He pulled up a bottle the size of a hip flask. “I’ve got no glasses here, but we can share from the bottle, right?”
“Absolutely. Let’s share away.”
He swigged the half bottle and passed it my way. I sat down on his bed, and took a big swig. The drink was like smooth fire, tasting of sweet brandy with a good aftertaste. I held back a cough and passed it back. Now he put the bottle aside and gazed at me, throwing his jacket off.
“We’re absolutely alone now. Even if they knock, we’ll ignore them. We can be as quiet as you like. We can be as loud as you like.”
“Honey, please come and kiss me.”
His eyes narrowed at me with desire and he smiled. He looked more lion-like than ever in his bedroom. I was wearing my jeans, but I wanted him close. I wanted to wrap my legs around him. I opened my legs and he knelt down and nestled between my thighs. It felt so good and right to have him there pressing against me. He stood on his knees and we kissed, long and passionate. I nuzzled his lip and gently he bit on mine. I could feel the restraint in his passion, his lust boiling beneath his clothes. I wanted to him to let go. I leaned in and kissed him behind his ears, raking his long brown hair with my hands. I felt him shudder in delight and seize me in response. His hands toyed with the flesh of my hips, squeezing them, and his hands ran the length of my body, pressing on my shoulders to push me back onto the bed. I gave way and laid down.
“Take them off,” he said, gentle but commanding. Now I had the opportunity to present myself to him. I knelt up and unbuttoned my blouse. I undid the last button and opened it up to show him my cleavage, all pressed up for him in a black lace bra. He ate me up with his eyes, his gaze flicking from my body to my face. I loved the look on his face. He was barely in control now. I rolled back down and lifted my legs and unbuttoned my jeans. I wriggled my hips and pulled free.
“Help me, honey.” I said. The jeans rolled down to my ankles. He pulled them over my feet, and tossed them aside. It was no coincidence he was leaning over me now. I wondered if he noticed my arousal now. I could feel it so strongly I was sure he could.
“Your turn,” I said.
Without further encouragement, Brandon threw off his lumberjack shirt and the vest underneath exposing his sculpted body below. He was so fine to behold, and I nearly purred when I saw the definition of his pectoral muscles, his abs. There was a thin down of chest hair on him. He was manly, the most manly I had seen this close up in my whole life.
“Look at you,” I said. He laughed.
“No, look at you. I want to look at all of you.”
“Then we’d better take it all
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