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Bodies are everywhere dancing, drinking, having fun and that’s when I see him across the dance floor. He looks so handsome. He’s as tan as ever and his hair is falling just right in his eyes and it reminds me of why I love him. He smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back. His smile has always been infectious. It lights up the room. It’s like when the sun comes out on a stormy day it just makes everything better.
I don’t know how but I end up moving closer to him. He’s standing near the wall near the bathroom. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the atmosphere but I lean up and I kiss him. I shouldn’t be doing this. I mean we broke up two months ago, I was literally just talking to Jere about being more, and now I’m back kissing his brother. What is wrong with me but I just can’t stop. Conrad has this pull on me. I push him into the bathroom shutting the door behind me not caring if anyone sees us go in
The kiss turns heated, tongues clashing, lips sealing over and over together. I never want to stop. I bring my hands down to his buckle and start to undo it. He brings his hands up to my shirt pushing it up my stomach. I break the kiss reluctantly and pull my shirt over my head dropping it somewhere. He moves to kiss me again but I don’t let him. I get down on my knees, so I’m face level with his crotch. I’ve done this twice before once for Valentine’s Day and the morning of prom when we were alone, he never really wanted me to do it. Said I didn’t have to do it, that just because he went down on me doesn’t mean I have to go down on him but I wanted to, of course I did I love him and I’d do anything for him even if he doesn’t ask.
I look up at him through heavy lidded eyes and he’s already watching me, his eyes such a dark blue, they’re nearly black.
I get his pants off, falling around his ankles. I don’t take my eyes off his as I hook my fingers in his boxers and slowly pull them down letting them pool at his feet.
I look back down and I am surprised at first. I forget how big he is. Last time I did this I couldn’t even get him halfway down. I am determined to take more of him this time.
He’s hard as a rock and a bead of pre-cum is leaking out of him.
I slowly reach out and take him in my hand. My thumb swiping over the tip collecting the fluid and rubbing it along his length making him groan, “Fuck, Belly.”
I flick my tongue out gathering more of the pre-cum that’s leaking out, he tastes salty.
“Oh my god,” he whispers.
I put my hands on his thighs and I lean forward wrapping my lips around the tip just lightly sucking, his hands immediately going to my hair bringing it out of my face. Then I start to bob my head up and down his length taking him further and further into my mouth. I have to stop for a second when he hits the back of my throat, needing to breathe through my nose. Conrad brings one of his hands to my forehead and pushing away a stray hair that came out of his grip, “Come on baby girl. I know you can take more. Do you think you can do it?”
I look up at him and he’s biting his lip, I know he’s trying to control himself, to let me go at my speed and not just slam in and out of my mouth.
Instead of nodding my head, I hum and his eyes roll back into his head in pleasure. I start to take more of him down my throat until my lips hit the base and I stop. “Fuck Belly, you look so fucking hot with my cock down your throat. So beautiful baby, your eyes watery and mascara running down your face. So fucking beautiful.”
His hands start to move in my hair moving my head up and down. The sounds filling the bathroom are obscene. I start to constrict my throat around him and suck, my tongue pressing to the underside of his cock knowing it drives him crazy.
All of a sudden Conrad backs away his cock slipping out of my throat, a string of spit connecting us together until it breaks.
I wipe my mouth, standing up and pout up at him, “Did you not like it? Did I do something wrong?”
He comes closer to me, putting his hands on my face wiping the tears from my face, “No God no, Belly. You were, you are perfect. But I don’t want to cum down your throat. When I cum it’s going to be inside of you.” Then he kisses me, he’s tearing at my clothes. My shorts end up somewhere then my bra, before he takes my underwear off he slowly brings his hand to my right breast, thumbing my nipple, then pinching it between his fingers making me moan quietly sending a show of pleasure down my spine.
He trails his fingers down, down my stomach and under my panties. His fingers easily find my clit, he expertly rubs it with the right amount of pressure. He detaches his lips from mine and attacks my neck, kissing, sucking, biting. He adds a little more pressure to my clit at the same time he kisses a spot on my neck that he knows I love, making me cry out in pleasure.
He shushes me, “Shhh baby, I know how loud you can be but there are people just outside those doors. If you get too loud they will hear and break down that door. No one but me gets to see you like this.”
“Only you, Connie. I promise. It’s only ever been you,” I whisper breathlessly to him.
I’m getting closer to the edge when he backs me up against the wall and then drops to his knees. He tears my underwear off and he immediately attaches his lips to my clit and pushes a finger into me. I bring one hand to his hair pulling at it and the other to my mouth covering it to muffle my moans. “You taste so good, Belly,” he mumbles against my clit, sending vibrations through me. He adds another finger then, continuing to thrust. My climax is building. I'm so close, I want to tell him but I know that if I take my hand off my mouth the entire house will hear my moans even over the loud music. I keep quiet. He curls his fingers hitting a spot inside me and sucks hard on my clit and my orgasm rips through me. I let out a moan against my hand, my head hitting the wall as I throw it back. I faintly hear Conrad say, “Yes, baby. Just like that. Come for me.”
He doesn’t stop his fingers or his mouth, continuing to thrust in and out of me and sucking as I ride the wave of my orgasm.
When the aftershocks are settling in, I push him away, too sensitive for him to continue going.
He stands up and brings his hand to his mouth sucking his fingers in. I whimper at the sight. “You taste so fucking good, I never want to stop tasting you, baby.”
I grab him by the shirt and kiss him, my tongue darting out to lick my juices off his face. Moaning quietly at the taste. I grab his member about to line him up but he stops, “Hold on I need to grab a condom.”
“No, don't.” He stares at me questioningly, “I got an IUD.” His eyes bug out of his head, “What? When?”
“Right after Valentine’s Day I realized I wanted to be able to feel you no barriers. Also it’s more effective at preventing pregnancy than condoms. Laurel will kill me if I get pregnant, even if it is yours.” He laughs knowing I’m right. “Don’t worry we’ll have time for that later,” he says to me and I swear to god my vagina flutters and my womb bursts with happiness. He turns serious again quickly.
“Are you sure Belly? I don’t mind wearing a condom.”
“Yes I’m sure. I mean, have you been with-“
“No, not since you. Have you?” He asks me hesitantly, afraid to hear the answer.
“No, I told you Conrad. It’s you, it’s only ever been you,” he attacks my lips then, kissing me hard and fast and I return it with equal fervor. I grab his shirt pushing it up, he takes the hint bringing it up over his head.
He grabs my thigh, bringing it up around his hip for a better angle, he lines himself up with my heat and pushes in, groaning softly as I tip my head back again making it hit the wall. He brings his hand behind my head holding it there so I don’t hurt myself. “God you feel so fucking good, Belly. So tight, so wet, so hot. Want to stay here with you forever.” I can’t say anything too overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me, stretching me. There’s no barriers between us. I can feel everything and it makes it feel a thousand times more intense.
Conrad starts to thrust and I move my hips meeting him as best as possible. He attaches his lips to my neck, sucking and biting. I know I am going to have hickeys and usually I would care but I don’t, not now. I want him to mark me, show everyone I am his so I bring my hands up threading them through his hair pulling him closer.
After one particularly hard, deep thrust I cry out, “Conrad!”. Conrad detaches his lips from my neck and brings his hand up to my mouth covering it. “I love hearing you call out my name but you have to be quiet. I promise, soon we can go somewhere you can scream my name all you want. I’ll insist on it really,” he says laughing lightly.
I ignore him, pulling him back to my mouth with my hands in his hair. He thrusts in and out of me, the sound of skin hitting skin and my small whimpers filling the bathroom.
“I’m so close, Conrad.”
“Me too, Belly. Fuck.”
“Come inside of me, please I want to feel you fill me up.” He groans and buries himself all the way to the hilt and comes deep inside of me at my words, triggering my own orgasm, my walls squeezing him. I bite his shoulder to quiet my moans wanting to cry out loud enough for everyone to know what we’re doing in here.
As we come down from our highs I pull my mouth back from his shoulder and realize I left an imprint there. I rub my thumb over it pouting, “Aw I’m sorry baby.”
He shakes his head smiling at me, “It’s fine. Now we both have marks,” he rubs his thumb over my neck, I hiss slightly at the tenderness.
He’s still inside of me and I almost don’t want him to move. I want to stay like this forever.
He stays inside of me until we catch our breaths, he slowly pulls out and I feel a mix of our fluids run down my inner thigh. We both look down and he groans at the sight. I blush deeply at the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to push it back in and devour me again. He takes my face in his hands and gives me a long, slow kiss, no tongue just lips sliding against lips. He pulls back slightly, “I love you.”
I stare up at him wide eyed, “What?”
“I love you, Belly. I always have. I know we need to talk about things but I want to be with you. Not being with you feels like I’m dying.”
I can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. I have been waiting to hear these words for months, years really. “I love you too Conrad.”
“Infinity?” He asks me.
“Infinity,” I say, smiling at him. He smiles and kisses me. He backs away after a minute, “We can talk more later. We should probably get back out there.” He grabs some toilet paper wetting it lightly and bends down gently cleaning me. He’s so soft and sweet, I reach my hand down and push his hair away from his face. After he’s done cleaning us up we both get dressed. I look in the mirror to fix my hair and I gasp at the sight of my neck. “It looks like a vampire attacked me. No amount of makeup is going to cover this up.”
Conrad smirks at me as he does up his belt, “Good, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“Come on, let’s go. We’ve already been gone way too long. Someone has to be looking for at least one of us.” He nods his head and comes up behind me. He wraps his around me and gives me a kiss on the neck, I can feel him smiling. I open the door and laugh as he continues to kiss my neck not caring if the party goers see us come out of the bathroom.
Or at least I thought I didn't care. Jeremiah is standing five feet away from us. His face is hard, his eyes blazing. “Jere,” I say but he shakes his head, turns and walks away.
I can feel Conrad tense behind me, “W-we can um, we can hold off a little but until he’s calmed down.”
I turn around to look at him, “No. We tried that last time. It was torture not being with you, I won’t do that again. I have been an idiot this past week, I mean I told Steven I was out of my mind in love with you not even a week ago and then I come here and I was flirting with Jeremiah. I am such a fucking idiot.”
He puts his hand on my face his thumb wiping away the tear that fell, “You are not an idiot. Things have been so fucked lately and Jere has that effect on people. We can talk to him when we’re not drunk.”
“Okay, can we uh just go upstairs or something? I kind of just want to sleep.”
“Yeah, why don’t you go upstairs and I’ll get us some water. We’re gonna need it in the morning.” I give him a quick peck on the lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I make my way through the crowd and head up to my room. I brought a sleeping bag up earlier, I lay down on it and I start to cry. In this moment the one person I need is my mom. I take my phone out and call her, it rings and rings until finally, “ This is Laurel Park. Please leave a message. ” and then a beep. I takes deep breath and begin to cry harder. “Mommy. I need you. I’m at the summer house. Susannah’s house, except it’s not hers anymore and everything is going wrong and the boys may never speak to each other again.” I let out a loud sob, “Just come, please, okay? Just come and fix it.” Then I let the phone drop to the floor and I fall asleep before Conrad comes back.
Conrad’s POV
I’ve been gone for less than five minutes but when I get upstairs Belly is asleep and her phone is ringing like crazy. I pick it up, Laurel’s face is on the screen. I close the door to Belly’s room so it’s just a little quieter and I answer, “Belly, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Laurel says panicked.
“It’s not Belly. It’s Conrad.”
“Conrad? What are you doing in Chesterbrook? You’re always welcome but last time i checked you and Belly weren’t talking.”
“We’re not in Chesterbrook. We’re in Cousins?”
“Why?”
“Aunt Julia sold the house?”
“WHAT? Your mom said she had handled all of that.”
I just shrug, “Apparently not. She sold it this morning. We have been trying tosave it all week.”
“All week? You’re telling me my daughter has been lying to me about her whereabouts all week? And Steven? Is he there?”
“Yeah he’s here. So is Jere.”
I hear sigh, “Is that music I hear? Belly sounded drunk on the voicemail. I couldn't really understand what she was saying.”
“Um yeah. We threw a party to say goodbye to the house.”
“Alright. I am on my way now. I want that house cleared out by the time I get there.”
“Laurel, don’t come now. It’s three in the morning. Belly is sleeping and I am about to fall asleep too. Come later. Nothing is going to happen in the next ten hours. Just get some sleep. I promise everyone is okay here,” physically at least, not emotionally or mentally.
“Okay. I’ll leave in a couple of hours. Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
“You’re not losing that house, Connie. We’ll figure out a way.”
I want to cry, Laurel is the only adult in my life that actually seems to care about this house, about my mom, “I love you, Laura.” My name for her since I was a kid, I couldn’t say Laurel.
“I love you too, Connie.” We hang up and I lay down next to Belly on the sleeping bag, placing her water bottle next to her. I fall asleep to the sounds of her soft snores and the knowledge that I got the love of my life back.