Almost Easy

“I just need to change,” I told Brian as we entered my apartment. “I’ll be quick; then we can go.”
Brian made himself comfortable while he waited. I exchanged my comfortable studio clothes for something slightly tighter and more revealing. And denim black jeans.
My pseudo-fight with Tyler was still plaguing the back of my mind. I’d hoped that as we grew older, his reigns on me would loosen. That, apparently, was a wasted hope.
I gave myself a once over and nodded approvingly.
“Okay,” I said as I neared Brian, “we can go.”
He looked me over, seemingly impressed, and smirked, “What if don’t want to go? What if I’m perfectly comfortable right here.”
I waltzed over to him, sure to move my hips more than usual to truly show off my girlish figure. Once I’d reached him, I ran my fingers through his hair.
“I’ve seen Brian in my apartment,” I smiled. “Now I want to see Brian in the world.”
“This is part of the world,” he grinned, pulling my hand to his chest; forcing my body closer to his. “Maybe even the best part.”
My body ran hot with lust. Even the smallest touches made my heart beat wildly in my chest.
“I believe I was promised a date,” I said almost in a whisper.
His eyes locked on mine, daring me to move in closer. No, not daring; begging. I had to resist.
“Come on,” I sighed, pulling my hand back.
Brian pushed himself off of my couch, purposely brushing his body against me as he passed.
“I didn’t blow off my band for sex,” I teased. “I want to be wooed, Mr. Haner.”
He laughed, “Wooed?”
“Yeah, you know; courted.”
“What year is it?” he joked. “Fucking 1506?”
I couldn’t help but smile, “Shut up.”
I locked my door behind us, watching Brian as he walked. He was so solid, so beautiful to look at. How did I manage to lure myself into this situation? Brian was hardly my type—he was seemingly considerate and sweet. With a hint of snark and pompousness.
The men I pursued were typically cold and unkind. They were usually an average build, average-looking breed. Brian was as handsome as he was endearing. I was hooked like he was a grade-a brand of heroin.
I just couldn’t fucking get enough.
“So where would you like to go?” Brian asked from a couple stairs ahead of me. “Are you hungry?”
“Not particularly,” I shrugged. “Tyler kind of ruined my appetite.”
Brian hesitated, “I didn’t mean to cause a problem…”
“You didn’t,” I replied callously. “Tyler just—I don’t even know. Like I said, he has some issues.”
“What was he talking about earlier?” Brian asked carefully. “About me fucking you over?”
I was embarrassed.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Your reputation precedes you, I guess.”
“My reputation?” he scoffed, stopping in his tracks to turn and look at me.
The abruptness almost caused me to trip and die. I grabbed the rail to steady myself as I nervously bit at my lip.
“Yeah,” I answered weakly.
“What reputation is that?” he asked, seeming more like Synyster Gates in that moment than Brian Haner.
I shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t matter?” he repeated. “Seems to matter a little.”
“Listen,” I huffed, I’d had enough of men losing their tempers with me that day, “Tyler seems to think that you’re going to fuck me and chuck me; honestly, I don’t care. You absolutely have a reputation for playing women like fiddles. I just don’t care about that.”
His face looked hurt. He looked like I’d just slapped him—or insulted his mother. He shifted his weight uncomfortably.
“I’m confused,” he said finally. “You don’t care about my supposed reputation or you don’t care if I screw you and never call you again?”
“Both,” I replied without thinking.
“Okay,” he said slowly.
I wished then that I was telepathic. I got the sense that I’d said something stupid or something wrong—I wasn’t sure which. Maybe both.
I was not poetic or thoughtful. It was a character flaw but I’d be lying if I said I was working on it. It hadn’t ever posed a real problem for me…until now.
“We could go to the pier,” I suggested, desperate to change the topic. “I do love me some ocean.”
He nodded absently, “Sure.”
We piled into my tiny black car. I was hopeful that one day I’d be financially secure enough to replace my rusted shitbox and replace it with something impressive. Fuck, it didn’t even need to be impressive—it just needed to work and work well.
My current ride was constantly breaking down and in constant state of repair. It had cost more to keep the thing alive than it would have been to buy a new car. For whatever reason, though, I had a soft spot for this car.
Maybe I’d never give it up. Maybe I’d let it rot in the driveway of my future mansion. I just had to get the mansion first.
“I’m not going to fuck you over,” Brian said once we’d been driving in silence for a couple of minutes. “Just so we’re clear.”
I swallowed hard, deeply uncomfortable, “Okay.”
“I hate that you think that of me,” he continued with a grunt. “You don’t even know me.”
“Brian,” I sighed, looking at him for as long as I could without condemning us to death, “I don’t think that of you. You’re right, I don’t know you. All I said was that you have a reputation—and that it doesn’t bother me.”
“Reputations are just exaggerated gossip,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m nothing like Synyster Gates is perceived to be.”
I nodded, “I believe you.”
“Fuck,” he grumbled. “Can’t get away from it.”
“I meant it when I said I don’t care,” I urged, gripping my steering well so tightly that my knuckles turned white. “Can we not let this be a thing? It was Tyler’s problem, not mine.”
“Yeah,” he exhaled. “Can I smoke in here?”
I nodded, “Light me one too, would you?”
He obliged me, handing the cigarette to me with great care. I was angry with myself for being so stupid. Maybe I did need to start working on my brain-to-mouth filter; mine was clearly in need of service.
“Thanks,” I said awkwardly, breathing in the nicotine. “You’re a bad influence on my smoking.”
He smiled, thank goodness, “Maybe I’m just a bad influence in general.”
“No,” I laughed, “That’s Jimmy.”
“Valid point,” Brian agreed. “Do you think he’s still hanging out with your band?”
“Yes,” I said seriously. “The sheer amount of attention he’s getting from them would be enough to get anyone to stay—forever.”
“So he belongs to you now, is what you’re saying?” Brian heaved a sigh of relief, “Good riddance.”
“No way, man,” I snickered. “He’s your problem.”
“What about split custody? I’ll take them Thursdays and every other weekend.”
“Fuck that.”
Brian grinned, “You drive a hard bargain, huh?”
“There’s literally nothing you can offer me to convince me to take Jimmy on,” I joked, eying him from the sides of lashes.
He was perfect, as usual.
We pulled into the pier’s lot and parked my shitty car, which squeaked loudly as I pulled it to a stop. I wasted no time, I headed straight for the water, scanning for a place that seemed fairly private. The beach was pretty deserted—it was a Wednesday, after all.
I loved the ocean. It was the only thing in my life that I had always loved—except maybe Tyler.
The ocean was calming. There was something about its mammoth size that made me feel small and insignificant—but I loved it. If I could have lived in the ocean, I would have. Maybe I was a mermaid in a former life.
“I love it here,” I mused absently, stepping into the waves, despite my jeans.
Brian nodded but stayed ashore, “It is beautiful.”
I looked back to see he was hardly talking about the water at all. His eyes were locked on me—watching my every breath carefully. Dissecting my soul with his mind.
I felt suddenly naked.
“Come in,” I encouraged. “It’s warm.”
“I’ll get wet,” he protested.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Well, yeah—it’s water, Brian.”
“You know what I meant,” he blushed.
“Come on,” I said again, making little splashes with my fingertips.
He shook his head, “Not happening.”
“Maybe I can entice you,” I teased.
He tightened his lips, “Don’t think so.”
I was always up for a challenge. I grinned deviously as I pulled my black tank from my body, showing off my black bra in the fading sunlight. He examined me closely, licking his lips without thinking.
“How about now?” I smirked.
He shook his head, “Nope.”
“Fine, I’ll bite,” I hummed.
I slid my jeans off—not gracefully, mind you. It was really fucking difficult to do standing, in the water, with the ends soaked through. But I did it. I’d opted for hip-hugging panties that day that hardly covered my ass at all.
I did a spin for full effect.
There was no way Brian could resist—I was practically naked. Far more exposed than he’d ever seen me, anyway.
I took two steps toward him, using my most seductive voice, “How about now?”
“God dammit, Peterson,” he growled, memorizing my form.
I reached out for his hands, pulling him toward me, “Don’t call me that.”
“Hold on, fuck,” he smirked, pulling his own shirt and jeans from his perfectly sculpted body.
I had to mentally control my drooling.
He came at me with a great hunger. His hands found the back of my head right away, messing my hair with their desire. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth to reintroduce itself to mine. A small moan escaped from the back of my throat.
He slid his hands down to my hips, using his strength to lift me to his chest. I straddled him knowingly, burying my hands into the back of his neck.
He pushed us further into the water, hiding our bodies beneath the tide. The water was cold further out and it made my skin tingle. Brian warmed me up straight away.
He unhooked the clasps of my bra, tossing it to the shore with little effort. My breasts instinctively pushed themselves further against his chest. His body tickling them intensely as we kissed.
“Fuck,” I moaned as Brian moved his lips down my neck.
This man had a control over me. It was obvious to me in that moment—I was completely unable to resist him. Sure, I’d decided I would fuck him the very first second that I saw him—but I hadn’t anticipated needing him so badly that I was willing to fuck him on a public beach.
I decided that because we weren’t on a beach, it was probably fine.
I could feel his boxers tightening against me. My plan had obviously worked. I pushed myself off of him long enough to remove my underwear—I really didn’t care if it got washed out to sea, I could always replace it. There was no replicating this moment.
I pulled at the elastic in Brian’s boxers, he assisted in their removal right away. Feeling accomplished and bare, I climbed back onto him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
His dick was pressed firmly against my warmth, teasing me with its size.
Damn.
His hands found their way downward, rubbing at my clit and pulling a moan from my trembling lips. He grinned in satisfaction.
“Fuck me,” I growled into his neck.
He pushed himself into me. I gasped from the pressure—even when you know it’s coming, it still takes you a second to adjust.
His moved himself in and out of me, breathing deeply into my hair. He looked deep into my eyes, desire burning and pulsing through them. I bit at my lip as I rode his large cock. It took everything I had not to scream. I had to remind myself that we were still in public. I had to keep this discreet.
I pushed my lips to his in an effort to quiet my moans. He held my ass in his hands as he moved me up and down, pushing himself further and further into me—a tiny groan escaping from his throat.
“Fuck,” he moaned as his hips moved into me faster—faster, faster.
I dug my nails into his back, unable to suppress my cries.
“Cum for me,” I begged him, biting at his neck. “Cum for me.”
He tensed and released, moaning loudly as he did so, throwing his head back in bliss. I took a deep breath to slow my erratic heart.
He looked at me after a moment, a soft look in his eyes, “I didn’t mean to—It’s been a while.”
I giggled, nuzzling my face into his neck. His chest rose and fell steadily.
“So much for not coming in the water,” I joked—I was the master of double entendres.
“Shut up,” he laughed, gently setting me down onto the ocean floor.
We took a couple of minutes to enjoy the water before reluctantly returning to land. I collected my clothes as we walked—miraculously, my undergarments had made it to the beach, much to my joy.
I slid my clothes back on and pushed myself onto my back in the soft sand. With a deep breath, I let myself marvel in what had just happened.
Brian laid beside me, holding out his arm to invite me in. I obliged, laying my head on his chest. I watched the waves roll in and out, the sun setting on the horizon. It was a picture perfect moment.
“I feel like I should feed you,” Brian said lowly. “This wasn’t what I had planned.”
I smiled, “Better, no?”
“Much,” he nodded with a laugh. “But not what I meant when I asked you out.”
“The night is young,” I told him seriously. “We can go do something fun from here.”
“I don’t think we can top that,” Brian remarked with a smug grin.
The reality was that I didn’t want to go anywhere—there was not going to be anything more special to me than that moment on the beach. I realized then that maybe I liked Brian more than I’d thought—part of me had assumed that once I’d gotten him in the sack, my feelings would start to dissolve.
But I was gripping him tightly, memorizing his scent. I was basking in his glow and I couldn’t imagine being apart from him.
It wasn’t good. It meant trouble. It always did; men were nothing but trouble.
“I have to leave soon,” I thought aloud.
He was confused, “What? To go where?”
“Tour,” I replied with a sigh. “We’re doing a four-month tour of North America.”
“That’s awesome,” Brian smiled. “The first tour is always the best.”
“Yeah,” I tried not to pout. “But it means I’ll be leaving soon.”
Brian paused, “Right…”
“It might not be the best time to start something up,” I said slowly, already ruing my words. “You know?”
“When do you leave?”
“Six weeks,” I shrugged.
Brian huffed, “That’s tons of time. You’ll probably get bored of me long before then.”
I sincerely doubted that.
“Maybe,” I sighed.
Brian reached down to tilt my chin up to face him. His dark eyes reassured mine.
“I just want to spend some time with you,” he said honestly. “I want to get to know you.”
“I know.”
“Is that so wrong?” he asked, his lips turned downward.
I shook my head, “No—I just…what if I fall for you? What if we really hit it off and then I have to leave. Then what?”
He laughed, “Okay, Crazy Girl. Slow down. We’ve had one date, I’m not anticipating a walk up the aisle anytime soon.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” I scowled.
“How about we just hang out?” Brian suggested. “Let’s just see what happens—we can deal with your leaving when it’s time.”
“Cross that bridge when we get to it,” I semi-repeated thoughtfully.
He nodded, “Right.”
“I like you,” I said then, staring at up at him with my sad eyes. “I felt like I should tell you that. Tyler says that I come off cold…I don’t want you to think—”
Brian pushed his finger to my lips, “Shush.”
I nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Let’s get you fed,” he said then. “I’m fucking starving.”
I let him pull me back to my feet—this was supposed to be a date after all. And if food meant more time with Brian, especially since I’d been mostly satisfied sexually and could push that out of the way, well then I was all for it.
I’d follow him anywhere he asked.
I’m in big, big trouble.

Notes

Some Friday brief but effective smut for you all.

You know the drill.
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