Sound of Heartache ("Sound of" Book 2) (5 page)

“
What if I want it all?” She asked him. “What if I don’t want to stop?”

Brent seemed to hesitate and Aimee froze. She’d die if he backed out now and she knew she had to convince him otherwise. Before she could talk herself out of it, she pulled her hoodie and tank off and threw them somewhere behind her. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and Brent ground his jeans covered erection into her core. He reached up to cup her breasts in his hands. His thumbs tweaked her nipples and she rocked against him, seeking relief from the ache building inside her.

“
No bra?” He questioned her, before tugging on her nipples. She moaned.

“
No…” She gasped as his hands found the snap to her jeans and he worked it open. “It’s, ah…,” she let out a low groan as his hands slipped around beneath her jeans and panties to cup her ass, “built in.” She finished off as he rubbed her over his dick again. She threw her head back and ground against him, her long hair brushing over his arms. Before Aimee could think, she was spinning through the air. Her back landed on the mattress and Brent lay between her legs. His lips latched onto a nipple and she cupped the back of his head, squirming against him restlessly.

“
You like?” He asked her, not bothering to lift his head away from her breast. His tongue swirled roughly around the tight peak. His breath hit her skin in warm bursts.

“
I want to feel you inside me, Brent,” Aimee gasped out mindlessly, and froze when Brent stilled. He slowly pulled back and looked down at her. She couldn’t read the look on his face and she swallowed nervously as sanity returned in a cold wave.

CHAPTER NINE

“
I want to feel you inside me, Brent.”
Aimee’s words rang around inside his head. He wasn’t sure how they’d gotten this far, but now that they were here, Brent didn’t want to stop. It felt like he’d waited forever to be with Aimee. Like a jealous asshole, though, he couldn’t help but wonder how many guys had come before him. He doubted it had been very many, but he hated imagining her staying those words to another guy. Clearing his throat, he stared down into her anxious eyes.

“
Are you sure?” He asked her. He saw relief wash over her face and realized she’d been worried he was putting the brakes on this. She swiveled her hips against him and he couldn’t help but press against her.

“
God, yes. I think I’ll die if you don’t,” she told him softly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Brent smiled down at her with some difficulty.

“
I don’t think anyone’s ever died from having sex withheld,” he managed to joke. She smiled up at him, her gaze holding his so sweetly. Brent hated the idea of sex changing things with Aimee but he had to know. He couldn’t keep his feelings for her tucked away in some neat little box.

“
Please?” She begged, wrapping her legs around his hips like a vise. Brent groaned before breaking free of her hold. He could see the worry return to her face when he slid off the bed and she sat up, holding her arm against her breasts. He pushed her arm down, forcing her to drop it.

“
Don’t cover these,” he ordered gruffly, before dropping his jeans to the ground. “I don’t ever want you to hide from me.” He kicked the jeans off, along with his shoes, and stood up to look at her. She had kept her arm down and seemed to be taking his words to heart. She was shimmying off her own jeans and panties and he watched, transfixed, as inch by inch of her beautiful body was revealed. He grabbed the jeans while they were down at her ankles and helped strip them off. She lay back on his bed, spread out before him. He couldn’t keep his gaze from landing between her legs and his cock hardened even further at the visible wetness slicking across the small patch of hair there.

“
Oh!” She said for the second time that night. Glancing up, he saw her eyes were glued to his dick. It was hard as hell and the way it was straining forward it appeared to be reaching out to her. He knew he was built like a damn porn star and normally felt proud of his size. Looking at Aimee worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, for the first time ever he wished he was built a little more normally.

“
I can see how wet you are,” he told her. Her eyes flew up to his and a flush covered her cheekbones. “Baby, that just means it’ll fit.” She nodded, keeping her eyes on his.

“
You can see that?” She asked, her voice quivering. Brent leaned forward and dragged a finger through her pubic hair, slicking the wetness onto his finger. He slipped it into his mouth and licked her off his finger. The salty sweetness tasted like heaven to him. This was his Aimee spread out before him, his Aimee he was tasting for the first time.

“
Fuck yes I can,” he said. He brought his fingers back down to her and spread her wide open. Plunging his head down between her legs, he took a long, slow lick from her ass to the top of her clit. Her thighs tightened around his head and she groaned. Holding her open with his hands, he pushed his tongue into her, circling it around inside her. He sucked her wetness onto his tongue and moaned. He’d never tasted something so addicting.

“
Brent!” She gasped, her entire body shaking around him. The tremors told him she was close. He wanted to push her over that edge before sliding into her sweet body for the first time.

“
Let go, baby, and come for me.” He pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. He gently pushed a finger into her slick heat and her walls immediately clamped down around him. His dick was aching to be inside her and he was making a mess of his sheets he was leaking so badly. He very gently scraped his teeth over her swollen clit and her back bowed off the bed, her body rhythmically squeezing his finger. She cried out as he flicked the tip of her clit and then licked it with the flat of his tongue, bringing her slowly down from her high.

Keeping his finger pressed inside her, Brent fumbled around his nightstand for a condom. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and hastily covered his dick, all while keeping up the rocking motion of his finger inside her. He doubted she even realized her hips were moving in time with him. Her eyes looked drugged as they opened and blinked slowly at him. He leaned down to kiss her passionately, knowing she could taste herself on his lips.

“
I still want you inside me,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed. “Please, Brent. Don’t make me beg.” He slipped his finger out of her and gathered her body close to his, the broad head of his cock lined up at her opening. He could feel her wetness and heat even through the layer of latex.

“
You’ll never have to beg me for this,” he vowed. He pushed slowly and steadily inside her as she wrapped her legs around him. She used the strength of her legs to push herself up against him, impaling herself, his balls resting against her ass. “Oh, fuck!” He gasped. The heat of her felt incredible.

Brent knew he wasn’t going to last. Aimee’s sweetness, the feeling of her clamping down around him, was a heady thing. She was incredibly tight and he knew they’d be having a heart to heart later about lying through omission. There was no way Aimee had ever been with anyone else and knowing he was her first was enough to push him over the edge. He buried his face in her neck as he pumped his hips, emptying his release into the condom. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him and her breathing was just as ragged as his.

After several heartbeats, he slowly slid out of her. It was impossible to miss her gasp and he was sure she was feeling a little raw. He kissed her lips quickly and rolled out of the bed. He moved into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. He wasn’t surprised to see the traces of blood there. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it down. Re-entering the bedroom, he noticed she had curled up on her side. He dropped to his knees beside her and gently pressed her onto her back.

“
Let me take care of you baby.” Aimee’s legs slowly relaxed and he carefully cleaned her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He could feel her stiffen back up under his hands.

“
I’m so sorry,” she whispered. He pressed a kiss to her bare leg.

“
There’s nothing to be sorry for. I just wish I’d known.” He wasn’t sure what he would have done differently if he’d known. Maybe he would’ve tried to reign himself in a little. What he did know was Aimee deserved the very best.

“
I was afraid you wouldn’t want me if you knew,” she admitted quietly. His gaze shot to hers.

“
Oh, Aimee,” he sighed as he gathered her in his arms. Her arms wrapped around his body and she burrowed her face into his chest. “Nothing could ever make me
not
want you.”

CHAPTER TEN

Brent pushed his way through the crowded room searching for Aimee. They had taken their biology final earlier in the day and with Aimee’s patient tutoring he was sure he had passed with flying colors. They were out celebrating the end of the semester, along with what felt like the rest of the school. Aimee had wanted to try this place and Brent was all for trying anything new. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised that she was so adventurous, but this place was some kind of cross between a restaurant and a dive and not where he would’ve pictured Aimee wanting to go. When he verbalized his thoughts to her, she mentioned they had live music every Friday and Saturday and you didn’t need to be twenty-one to get in.

He finally spotted her sitting at a small table, smiling and nodding her head to the rhythm of the music playing over the speakers. The band wasn’t set to go on for another half hour so it was a good time to grab some food and relax before the party really got going. As he approached the table, a waitress stopped by and dropped off two plates. Brent’s heart expanded in his chest. Aimee had ordered for him knowing he wouldn’t have had time to eat before coming here after his last final. He noticed more and more that she was always doing thoughtful little things, not just for him but for everyone around her.

“
Hey beautiful,” he said as he slid into the seat across from her. Her eyes flew up to meet his and she smiled widely.

“
Hey yourself, handsome.” Aimee reached across the table and squeezed his hand before returning it to pick up her fork. Brent took a large bit out of his chicken burger and moaned. The place might look like a dive but the food was fantastic.

“
Hopefully the live music is as good as the food.” He told her in between bites. She nodded enthusiastically.

“
It’s supposed to be two guys. One’s a vocalist and the other plays guitar. I heard they’ve played here before and they’re really good.” Brent didn’t say anything but he guessed he and Aimee probably had pretty different ideas about what ‘good’ sounded like. He knew he was a music snob and tried hard not to let it impact his enjoyment of sitting and listening to other musicians perform. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself from an inner monologue of critiquing the performance. He was going to try his best not to put Aimee through that tonight, though.

Brent had learned a lot about Aimee during the last nine weeks. Once he’d broken down and given into his craving for her, they had become nearly inseparable. They never interfered with what the other was doing, instead just spent time doing their own thing in the presence of the other. She was a great friend to have and now that he’d added lover into the mix, he didn’t see himself getting tired of her anytime soon. In fact, the more he was around her the more he realized he didn’t want things with her to end. Like, ever. He knew it was stupid to be having thoughts about forever at nineteen but he genuinely felt that way about Aimee.

They ate in relative silence, with the cacophony of the restaurant providing background noise. Brent loved how Aimee dug into her food with gusto. She wasn’t afraid to eat in front of him and she appreciated a good meal. So many girls pretended disinterest in food around guys and Aimee’s obvious enjoyment of her burger just reinforced how different she was. He also appreciated the fact that Aimee didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words. She appreciated a good, comfortable silence as much as he did.

“
Do you really have to go home for winter break?” He asked as soon as he was finished with his chicken burger. He knew he was close to whining but he couldn’t help it. He was going to miss the hell out of her while she was home in San Francisco. He had plans to visit his own parents in Dana Point over the break, but that was only a couple hour drive, if that.

Aimee nodded glumly, setting down her burger. “We’ve got some family stuff going on. Plus, it’s my first break after my first semester of college. My parents made it clear that they expect me home. I want to see them. I do. Just not for the whole five weeks we’re off!” Aimee was clearly exasperated and Brent couldn’t blame her. His parents were really easy going and didn’t place a load of expectations on him. He loved them for it and couldn’t imagine having parents like hers. Every time Brent overheard a phone conversation between Aimee and one of her parents it made him appreciate his mom and dad all that much more.

“
We’ll talk every day.” He vowed to her. When she came back from break, he was going to suggest moving in together. She loved Eric and the three of them hung out whenever Eric wasn’t out doing whatever it was that Eric did. Brent had talked to Eric about his idea and even though Brent had seen an uneasy look cross Eric’s face, he’d jumped on board right away. He hoped his suggestion wouldn’t scare Aimee off. He didn’t think it would but he was in completely unfamiliar territory with all of this.