The Sweetest Scent Part 4

Lacey t.i.ttered. "Do what you want."

That made him look up at her, surprised. A carte blanche to act as he willed? "Like... what do you mean?"

Blinking and frowning, not reining in either gesture, she dithered, but finally said in a low, hushed tone, "I mean... we can... go all the way... if you want."

Instant visions rolled across his mind's eye: images of flipping Lacey over, licking his way down her spine to the curve at the small of her back, dipping lower into her private place, opening her up with his tongue, fingers, and then his c.o.c.k, inching inside that velvety heat, deep, to the hilt. Bro could not deny the thought turned him on to no end, and he felt too hot for his own skin. G.o.d, how he wanted to do that, to have her in every conceivable way, with a few innovations he had in store just for her.

But Bro hadn't missed the wavering of her voice, either. She wasn't sure, maybe she was even scared, and that clinched the deal for him. He raised her foot and caressed it with his cheek, and then he shook his head. "Nah. Not tonight."

Though there was frustration and doubt on her face, her expression confirmed her relief, too. "Why not?" She looked down, veiling her eyes with her lashes. "Don't you want me?"

With deliberate intent, Bro grabbed her other leg and yanked her forward into his arms, straight onto his lap. Bracing himself above her, he stared her down as firmly and gently as he could.

"Lace, I want you so bad I could come just from looking at you, or seeing you smile, or hearing your voice. But I don't want to rush it. And besides... we don't know if your dad's gonna come home tonight or not, and in what condition." She worried her lower lip, her brow furrowed, as she mulled over the idea of her father interrupting them in flagrante in flagrante, which clearly hadn't occurred to her. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Lace. I don't want you to... regret it, if and when we do... it."

For a moment Bro felt like the sensual moment between them had pa.s.sed, that it had gotten too weird, but then a smile broke out across her full lips. And it was as bright as the sun.

"Thank you, Bro. You're... the sweetest. The best, the cutest-"

"Add adorable to that, and I'm calling the night off," Bro growled in a warning.

Lacey threw her head back and laughed, and Bro couldn't help but look at her throat, her neck, her exposed skin. The black velvet band didn't cover it all. Swooping down fast, he latched his lips over her pulse point, softly sucking and licking, and her laugh morphed into a moan. She draped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer, and then they were pressed together tightly, from lips to toes, moving in frantic unison.

Suddenly, her hands snaked down past his hips and grabbed his b.u.t.t cheeks so firmly he felt her fingernails digging in. Grunting, Bro broke the kiss, startled by her actions.

She snickered a bit. "Just FYI, there is no if if about, you know, about, you know, it it; only when."

It was Bro's turn to laugh. "Okay. When we do it." He grew serious and searched her eyes for a sign. "It'll happen, Lace. At the right time, in the right place, for the right reasons."

Lacey smiled in relief and contentment. "Yes. Just us. Just you and me."

Though Bro did look at other girls and other guys-and Lacey probably did too-he felt no real burning need for others. Lacey had him by the b.a.l.l.s. "Yeah, just you and me."

Flicking her tongue over his lower lip, she teased. "So, you gonna undress me, or are you gonna take me fully clothed? 'Cause this is one of my favorite dresses, and I don't want come all over-"

Putting a stop to her flow of words, he kissed her silent first, and then he deepened the kiss and made her breathless. "Gotcha," he said with a grin as he pulled back to sit on his haunches and take her right foot in his hands again.

She chuckled. "You know, I'm not a ball in one of your games."

Bro quirked an eyebrow. "No. You've got two."

Insinuating his fingers upward from her foot to her knee and thigh, Bro eventually reached the clasp holding the stocking up and popped it open with a tiny click. The stocking was tight enough not to droop, but the silk did become a bit looser, and he used both hands to slide it off her right leg. Lacey shaved her body hair, so nothing but smooth skin greeted Bro as he finally held a bare foot in his hands.

Then he did what he had promised and sucked on her toes. Lacey was ticklish, and chortling, she began to squirm, trying to break loose. But Bro held fast, licking lazy circles around each and every delicious toe, every gold-painted nail. If he knew her well enough-and he did-the nail polish was likely the glow-in-the-dark variety.

"Bro, stop! It tickles!" She was almost screaming, her voice shrill. Lucky for them, her next-door neighbor was a little old lady with three cats and a poorly functioning hearing aid. "Mercy, please." Between giggling fits and cries, she was pleading, and Bro relented.

When he let her foot land on the bed, she was out of breath, her cheeks as pink as her ears and neck. This tint of arousal turned Bro on even more, his c.o.c.k tightening and growing bigger and hotter with every heartbeat. Without another word, he made quick work of her other stocking as well.

Then there was only her dress left.

With happily dazed, slitted eyes, she watched his every move.

Winking, Bro hovered over her, and while kissing her soft, moist lips, he loosened the velvet band around her neck and took it off.

As he pulled back, her taste on his lips, Bro searched the dress with his eyes. "How does it come off?"

Smothering a snicker, she whispered seductively, "b.u.t.tons on the back."

"How the heck did you get it on?" Bro huffed.

"With the help of a friend."

"What friend?" Bro was immediately overtaken with the fires of jealousy.

"Audrey, you silly boy."

"Oh." Bro had the good sense to feel slightly embarra.s.sed. Audrey was Lacey's best friend, after all. Then he refocused on his girl.

Before he could tell her, or do it himself, Lacey had rolled over onto her stomach, almost kneeing Bro in the groin. The golden fabric was sparkly enough to hide the b.u.t.tons running from the turtleneck down to the small of her back. Swallowing and licking his dry lips, he fumbled with the b.u.t.tons, which were tighter and harder to open than he had surmised.

"Dammit...," he muttered in frustration when his hands kept shaking, and he couldn't get a proper hold, let alone get at the fiendish b.u.t.tons quickly or skillfully enough.

She turned her blond head toward him and winked. "No rush, Bro. I'm nothing if not patient. As much as I want you, you can take your time." A corner of her mouth rose as she smiled, closing her eyes with a sigh. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Bro's hands stilled. He could not fathom how he could be so lucky as to have her heart, for she was the sweetest, kindest, loveliest person he had ever known. He tried to voice his thoughts but nothing came out, no sound moved past the lump in his throat.

He wished kissing her now-exposed nape would get the message across. Judging from her soft chuckle, morphing into a low moan, Lacey definitely understood.

Sighing in relief and relaxing, Bro popped open the remaining b.u.t.tons. He parted the sleek fabric and revealed her back, smooth creamy skin, sinewy muscles, and the delectable, inviting dip at the bottom of her spine, with the cutest dimples on either side. Though Lacey was not nude yet, there was no denying the bare facts of her unspoken promises, nor her masculinity. Her narrow waist, lean hips, and strong back were all male.

Inhaling fast, Bro was no longer seeing her.

Finally, there was only him him.

Chapter 5.

RELAXED and half-careless, half-reckless, Lacey let her eyes close as her heated cheek lay on the cool sheets. Bro was moving behind her, his big, strong hands gliding over her bare back. Then he was pulling the dress down her shoulders, past her arms, down to her waist and hips, trying to get it off entirely. She wiggled and lifted to accommodate him. He made quick work with her tight underwear as well, the unyielding fabric keeping her c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s in check, until finally she lay nude on her stomach, her privates snuggled comfortably on the cool sheets. and half-careless, half-reckless, Lacey let her eyes close as her heated cheek lay on the cool sheets. Bro was moving behind her, his big, strong hands gliding over her bare back. Then he was pulling the dress down her shoulders, past her arms, down to her waist and hips, trying to get it off entirely. She wiggled and lifted to accommodate him. He made quick work with her tight underwear as well, the unyielding fabric keeping her c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s in check, until finally she lay nude on her stomach, her privates snuggled comfortably on the cool sheets.

Lacey heard Bro gasp and then groan. His palms were feverish now as he kneaded her back, inching lower until he cupped her b.u.t.tocks and pinched. She protested with a sharp mewling sound, and he chuckled, repeating the act.

"Meanie," she taunted, wanting him to remain exactly where he was, but not wanting him to think she was that that easy. easy.

But she should have known Bro would be on to her wiles. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Oh, you want me to stop, then?" His erection poked at her cleft, and heat radiated from his taut member, causing eruptions in the boiling pool of l.u.s.t within her groin.

"You really are a meanie," she murmured, half grumbling. Then Bro licked at the soft sh.e.l.l of her ear and her exposed nape, making her shiver.

His whole body landed on top of her, his chest against her back, and his c.o.c.k nestled between her a.s.s cheeks, sliding easily with the slight rocking motion of his hips. Blood-hot precome dripped on her most sensitive stretch of skin, and her hole fluttered in antic.i.p.ation.

More, her body screamed. More More, her senses demanded. More, more More, more, more more, her heart and soul chanted in unison.

Closing her eyes and letting the sensations wash over her, Lacey knew at that moment, here in her bed with Bro, she was not a she, but a he he. Lacey was a boy, with another boy on top of him him, one about to make love to him. Here, right now, in his boyfriend's arms, Lacey felt like a boy-and it was okay. No, it was better than okay. It was fine, it was good, it was perfect. It took nothing away from the girl he was too.

"You're so hot, baby," Bro whispered, his voice hoa.r.s.e. His body kept quaking above Lacey's, and his hands roamed everywhere, searching out every patch of skin he could reach. He even wormed his hands beneath Lacey to touch his chest. Bro tweaked Lacey's nipples into taut, fiery peaks; he petted the groove of his groin and thigh; he groped his b.u.t.tocks; he smoothed and caressed his flanks, then ran his hands up and down his sides, feeling and tickling every rib and muscle; he stroked and pressed on his belly, just above the hipbone.

"Let me turn," Lacey begged breathlessly, needing the connection.

Almost instantly, he was taken a hold of and swiftly rolled over onto his back. With a grin, Bro welcomed him. And then Bro's gaze moved away from Lacey's eyes, and he ate up the sight of Lacey beneath him appreciatively as he held himself up with his straightened arms. Fiery hunger burned in his eyes like blue flames. "At last.... At long last you're mine.... My guy." He spoke as though he had never been with his boyfriend before, and it was utterly arousing.

Lacey shuddered. The deep, possessive tone was his undoing. When Lacey was with Bro like this, intimately, he didn't care about being a girl or a boy. All he cared about was that he was Bro's, that his heart and body belonged to his boyfriend. Though physically they were two young males, those small-minded, restrictive gender cla.s.sifications meant nothing to Lacey. He suspected Bro felt much the same. Who Lacey was wasn't about labels, or categories, or verbal phrasings. It was about feelings. And Bro wanted Lacey as a boy and and a girl. a girl.

So Lacey let him, and then he let himself go, to fly beyond boundaries, safe and loved in Bro's arms. "Bro, do it. Do me me now. Kiss me." now. Kiss me."

Bro did not need to be asked twice. He plunged his tongue into Lacey's mouth, all but devouring him, staking a claim, apparently unwilling to stop for any reason. It was slick and wet and warm, and Lacey loved it. Bro's arms wrapped around Lacey, taking a fierce, unyielding grip of him, and he ground against him so hard Lacey was certain the friction would cause sparks to fly and set the bedroom ablaze. Bro was hot, hard, and heavy against Lacey, whose own c.o.c.k throbbed painfully, needing release. Their erections b.u.mped against each other, rubbing just the right way, the familiar feeling of closeness with its partner melding with the newness of the experience, the same but different every time.

Then mere frottage wasn't enough anymore, and Bro slithered his hand between their writhing bodies before fisting and mashing their c.o.c.ks together. He ma.s.saged the lengths of their shafts as one within his steadfast grip. Hot precome dripped from both their slits, easing the way when Bro began to pump up and down in a firm rhythm. Lacey moaned as Bro's hand worked his c.o.c.k like a pro, with enthusiasm and l.u.s.t. And it was perfect.

His arms draped around Bro's neck and shoulders, Lacey held on as best he could, not sure if he could hold on much longer. His c.o.c.k burned, too hot and big in the taut skin stretched to its limits.

"Please, Bro, please please."

Lacey's words were m.u.f.fled as he breathed them into Bro's mouth, the kiss breaking as they became too breathless to do anything other than pant into each other's mouths.

But Bro still managed to nod his understanding. "You close?"

"Yeah." Lacey wound his legs around Bro's waist, then locked his ankles around the small of Bro's back, anchoring himself against the onslaught of Bro's gyrating hips. His own body bucked up, demanding more pressure, more contact, just more of everything.

Bro rained kisses over Lacey's cheek and down to his neck, sliding his tongue over his ear and beneath it, sucking softly, then biting on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, undoubtedly leaving a noticeable hickey. Lacey didn't mind Bro's primal urge to mark him, so long as he could hide it if necessary. And seeing the red marks later in the mirror usually made him h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l as he relived their lovemaking.

"G.o.d, I love your taste, your scent, everything about you." Bro's voice had gone husky, barely discernible as anything but moaning and breathing.

All Lacey heard was that that word, and it was so close, hovering between them once more, fluttering like a hummingbird, too quick to catch, light as a feather. Happiness bubbled inside his heart-and his cup overflowed as he started to come. A splash of heat accompanied the feeling of bursting apart at the seams as the spasms racked his body, pushing him over the edge again and again, until his b.a.l.l.s emptied through the slit of his c.o.c.k onto his belly and he had nothing more to give. word, and it was so close, hovering between them once more, fluttering like a hummingbird, too quick to catch, light as a feather. Happiness bubbled inside his heart-and his cup overflowed as he started to come. A splash of heat accompanied the feeling of bursting apart at the seams as the spasms racked his body, pushing him over the edge again and again, until his b.a.l.l.s emptied through the slit of his c.o.c.k onto his belly and he had nothing more to give.

On top of him, Bro was still moving frantically, and his groans had reached a higher pitch. "Yeah, yeah, baby. Just like that. G.o.d, you're so f.u.c.king beautiful. Wanna make you come a second time, more than a dozen, a hundred f.u.c.king times."

Lacey pressed closer to him, burying his face in Bro's sweaty black hair, and whispered into his ear, almost goading, "Come, my boo, and then we can go again."

That was all Bro needed to reach climax. His whole body shook, his hips stuttered, and his c.o.c.k spilled hot s.p.u.n.k between them, on Lacey's stomach and chest, thick creamy ropes of come that made Lacey's mouth water. Bro kept heaving and grunting, his eyes pressed firmly closed as he rode through the waves of his o.r.g.a.s.m until the crest broke and he collapsed on top of Lacey in a limp heap of limbs and torso.

With a satisfied sigh, Lacey gathered Bro close and held him. Though he was practically out of it, Bro did the same, enveloping Lacey in his arms and then tightening his hold possessively.

In a way, the shared afterglow and the cuddling were more intimate than anything they ever did s.e.xually. The fact that the post-s.e.x nodding off into a haze of bliss resembled dreaming added the final touch.

A LOUD LOUD noise awakened them. Lacey recognized it as the front door slamming. She had no idea how much time had pa.s.sed. Bro blinked at her groggily for a moment, then hastily they both scrambled from the bed, seeking out clothes to wear in the low light of the bedroom. The clink of bottles sounded from the kitchen, then the fridge being opened and closed, then something falling on the floor with a bang, and finally muttered curses echoed around the house. noise awakened them. Lacey recognized it as the front door slamming. She had no idea how much time had pa.s.sed. Bro blinked at her groggily for a moment, then hastily they both scrambled from the bed, seeking out clothes to wear in the low light of the bedroom. The clink of bottles sounded from the kitchen, then the fridge being opened and closed, then something falling on the floor with a bang, and finally muttered curses echoed around the house.

Lacey stopped in the middle of pulling on her dressing gown, knowing from the noise alone that her father was drunk and in a foul mood. A jumble of emotions from anger and fear to sorrow and despair filled her, and she felt tears br.i.m.m.i.n.g in her eyes. The scene turned watery, and she couldn't see clearly. Her jaw and hands trembled as she fought to hold back the emotional break.

Instantly Bro was there, holding on to her shoulders in a gentle manner. "He doesn't matter, Lace. He can't take this away from us. What we feel. He can't ever diminish it. Unless you let him. Don't let him, Lace. I lo-I need you."

That made her stop fretting, and a mellow warmth spread through her from her heart, reaching her from head to toes. She couldn't help but smile at him affectionately and gratefully.

"Thanks, Bro. I really needed that. Need you you."

Bro pulled her into his arms, her hands around his still-naked torso. "I'm here for you. I always will be. Don't you worry. I won't let him take you away from me."

Snuggling in close, almost wishing she could burrow within his tender heart and sweet body, Lacey sighed happily. Nothing could ruin this mood, this coc.o.o.n of, yes yes, love and safety Bro created around her, around them both, with just the circ.u.mference of his arms.

"You're the best thing in my life, Bro. Never, ever doubt that, okay?"

He kissed her forehead. "I promise."

Ringing in her ears were the words Bro had almost said, and that made Lacey happy for it meant what she felt, he shared. She held on to her boyfriend tighter, resting her forehead on the hollow of Bro's throat, relishing his warmth and solidity.

She was so wrapped up in Bro's embrace, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps until they were at her door, and then the door was pushed open so hard, it banged against the wall.

Guiltily and fearfully, Lacey jumped apart from Bro, who quickly yanked on his T-shirt, even though his chest was spattered with dried come.

Cautiously, she looked up at her father, trying to gauge his mood. His swaying back and forth in the doorway gave away how drunk he was, if the sloshing beer bottle in his hand or the watery eyes weren't enough of a clue. He squinted to see better, and then his eyes grew wide with fury.

Pointing a finger at Bro, he yelled, "What the f.u.c.k is that f.a.g doing here, Lance?"

Bro's face darkened until his lips were a thin white line. "Her name is Lacey."

Lacey winced as her father took a step closer, his face red with wrath. "His name is Lance, not some stupid girly name. And he ain't a f.u.c.king f.a.ggot. Now get the h.e.l.l out of here, or I swear I will-" name is Lance, not some stupid girly name. And he ain't a f.u.c.king f.a.ggot. Now get the h.e.l.l out of here, or I swear I will-"

"You'll what?" Bro cut in, unafraid, standing his ground. Lacey knew her father could not take on Bro, who had youth, speed, agility, and strength working for him. And her dad was drunk as a skunk.

Still, Lacey placed a hand on her boyfriend's arm. "It's okay, Bro. You had better go." She pleaded with her eyes, and Bro stopped, listened, and obeyed. Quietly, with disapproval and worry written all over his face, he nodded, sidestepped Roger, and headed downstairs. A minute or so later, Lacey heard the front door close. She knew Bro hated abandoning her there, with Roger, but the man was Lacey's father. Unfortunately.

Roger took a step closer, pointing a shaky finger at her. "He's not allowed in this house ever again, you hear, Lance?"

"But I lo-" she started to say.

The slap came too fast for her to duck.

Across her left cheekbone a stinging, burning pain flashed, and it spread to her whole face, fiery tendrils with sharp claws. Hot tears made her sight cloud, but Lacey fought the flood because it was all she could fight against. Roger was her father, and she could not raise a hand against him. He was drunk, so he didn't know what he was doing, right?

As she stifled a sob, Lacey's legs turned to jelly and gave out from under her, and she fell on her b.u.t.t on the floor while he glowered above her, hands fisting at his side.