Chapter 11
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He drops the towel and my eyes widen,his ass is flat and firm and just so perfect. He steps into the shower stall at the end,the glass showing his full naked glory, I swallow trying hard not let my eyes look down at his dick.
Water runs down on him making the scene look more like a forbidden magazine cover.
I take a step back,and another, he turns his head slightly,eyes staring straight at me with water running down his body.
The eye contact gets intense so I break it and look down by mistake,
sweet Jesus.
His thing is so long, big,hard and angry, my mouth runs dry and he must notice because he wraps his hand around it and squeezes.
My eyes snap up to his,his green eyes never waver from mine. His shoulder jerks making me look back down,he strokes himself hard and roughly, my lips part slightly and a tingling starts in my core,I clench my thighs together exhaling a shaky breath.
His grunts mix with the pounding of water on the tiles,I rub the front of my throat,a barely audible small moan escapes my lips . He's pace picks up until white cum shoots from his dick,his chest heaves and I take another step back untill I'm at the door,I turn and leave the bathrooms in a puddled mess,I've never seen something as beautiful and mesmerizing as Bran giving himself pleasure.
The next evening as I'm standing in the bathroom, I stare at my naked body in the mirror. Flashbacks of Brandon wrapping his hand around his very big dick come rushing back in. My core starts pulsing,I touch my throat slowly moving my hand between my boobs and down to my aching pussy, I massage slowly then dip a finger inside.
I release a shaky breath while I slowly thrust in and out with the image of Bran pleasuring himself,I close my eyes and green eyes stare back at me, increasing the pace of my thrusts,I moan and slam my other hand on my mouth.
"Oh my God." I whisper
I continue touching myself but can't seem to get it right, I can't feel how I felt when it was Brandon's fingers.
The door opens three centimeters,I panic and rush towards it slamming it shut with both hand
"Mom!"
"Oh. Am sorry honey,I've been calling you but you weren't answering so I thought something was wrong."
"It-it's okay I was just...." I trail off trying to find an excuse
"No need to explain sweetie I was just a bit worried."
"I'm fine mom."
"Okay honey,come down for dinner when you're done okay?"
"Okay." I hear her retreating footsteps then the shutting of my bedroom door. I lean my head against the door, gosh that was close.
I go down for dinner,it's a Sunday and mom always likes to dine with my boyfriend. She's says "I need to observe that male specimen carefully, just incase he's like your father." She always mumbles the last part.
"Ronan it's so good to see you sweetie, how's your mother doing?" She welcomes him warmly
"She's doing fine and it's good to see you too." He smiles
"Please do come in."
We seat at the dinning table, eating his special home made lasagna. He praises mum all the time, I'll admit i used to get abit jealous when he'd praise her as the only reason he came here every Sunday.
"As always Hilda,you never fail to deliver. This tastes better than the last one I had here."
He makes a 'perfect' sign with his fingers.
"Such a sweet young man."
She smiles at him, my mind goes elsewhere as I lift the fork to my mouth. Would mum find Brandon sweet? Because trust me, he's nothing sweet, scratch that,he nowhere near the sweet category but that psycho would make it look like he's an angel in no seconds. I scoff
"Oh honey don't be jealous." Mum smiles at me.
"What?" I ask complete lost on why she'd say that
"Babe, you just scoffed when your mum praised me."
"Oh." I smile, I must have done it out loud. My phone pings, I look at it
"Sweetie,you can check it later let's eat first."
I place my phone down. I eat for a few seconds but it pings again,and again.
"Sorry it might be Sam,maybe it's important."
I flip my phone and see 2 new messages from an unknown number, I frown and click on the message box.
Unknown number: You look so beautiful in that pink dress tonight
Unknown number: I might start acting irrational if you keep ignoring me
Unknown number: And...times up,you will pay for this. Ignoring me makes me so so angry.
My hands shake, who the hell is this?
"Hey, are you okay? You're shaking."
I turn my head towards him slowly,my tongue feels heavy to respond
"I-i'm okay,a cheerleader just broke her leg,she's a kind person so I feel bad for her."
I swallow not believing my own lie sounded convincing
"Okay..." My mum says carefully.
"Ronan's right, this really tastes good."
I stuff my mouth with the lasagna. Ronan stares at me with suspicion, I pause and gesture at his plate with my head
"Let's eat." He starts eating and I really hope that he lets it go.
A week goes by,another Sunday dinner with Ronan,uncle Luca and Killian,they left afterwards,but at least I got some time with my little King so..no complaints there.
The next morning,I get ready for school on time, repeating the same procedure as always but without Killian.
I miss my baby brother so much like I didn't just see him last night,I make a mental note to video call him tonight.
I walk out and rush to the car
"Hey beautiful." Ronan pecks me on the lips
"Hey you."
He insisted on driving me this week. I think we both need it,the time together I mean.
We walk hand in hand down the school hallway,I say hi and wave at a few people on the way.
We enter the classroom and say our byes. I'm a feet away when he grabs my wrist spins me around and pulls me to him, without warning he slams his lips on mine. I'm taken off guard but as seconds pass I kiss him back
"Wooo! Guys guys."
"Get a room."
I pull away laughing, my eyes move behind Ronan and I find green ones staring at me, my smile falters a bit, it's been what? A week and two days since I last saw him,my fingers itched to check him up on social media but I found nothing there which reminded me he's not a social butterfly.
Brandon looks at me with nothing in his eyes, absolutely nothing. No hate,no loath,no jealousy, no emotion at all. His blank face makes it hard to read whatever he's thinking,but what I've observed about him is that he gives different emotions when interacting with people which I do believe is a hundred percent fake. So when his face is blank it can only mean one thing, he's feeling something he doesn't want people to know.
Ronan pulls me to him by the waist, kissing my check then hugging me. My eyes don't break away from Brandon's, he moves his gave down to where Ron's hands have moved to my ass and that's when I see it. Tick tick. His jaw ticks and I realise that he's mad.
Ronan let's go and I smile at him
"Don't miss me too much I'm just a few desks away." I wink at him
The whole periods before our break,I try so hard not to look behind at Brandon.
