you weren’t sure when your hips had started shifting on their own.
brian wasn’t doing anything to prompt it, either. you sat comfortably on his thigh, the sleep shorts you wore bunched up slightly. you were simply basking in his presence—fresh out of the shower, sore from work—when his hand gently traced the hem of the shorts.
you shifted slightly upon his ticklish, barely there touch, and froze. brian’s lips quirked up, but he said nothing. his eyes remained on the screen, tuned to a channel that was playing the texas chainsaw massacre. you pressed your cheek to his shoulder, doing your best to ignore his featherlight caressing.
you did well for a while—at least you thought you did.
“angel,” his voice was warm, a little strained at the edges, “drivin’ me crazy over here.”
you looked up curiously, and only then did you notice the burning in your thighs. you glanced down, face heating at the sight:
a dark spot, barely visible against his pajama pants.
“i’m sorry,” you covered your face in embarrassment, moving to stand up and run away. brian caught you with ease, redirecting you back onto him. except this time, he lowered you directly onto his lap.
you felt him pressing against you, hard and wanting.
“have i been neglectin’ you, sweet thing?” he cooed, hands dragging over your thighs and landing on your hips, “bless your heart…you’re shakin’ all over…”
your breathing quickened as his fingertips barely brushed against the soaked gusset of your underwear, your sleep shorts rendered useless and pulled to the side. “take these off, hm? it’ll feel better,” he coaxed you up, just enough to help you undress your lower half.
you whimpered when your bare pussy reconnected with him. he’d shoved down his boxers and pants, allowing you to grind fully against him. you felt him slide his cock between your legs, nestling it comfortably against your soaked heat.
“i know, angel, i know,” he whispered upon your quiet sounds, “need me to fix it for you?”
you nodded swiftly, and fell into his body when he began to move you. your folds dragged along the length of him, and brian smiled upon feeling your hands dig into his skin.
“poor thing ain’t wanna tell me she was feelin’ needy,” he mused, slowing his rhythm to allow you to pace yourself. you whined when he ceased, and he grinned something wicked, “aww, can’t do it? come on, baby, try.”
brian relaxed into the sofa when you slowly dragged your body along him, bringing you in for a kiss that was all tongue and breathing. when you separated, he slid his thumb between your lips, pushing around your mixed saliva. he messily smeared it down your throat, eyes swirling with desire and utter fondness.
“atta girl,” he breathed when your pace quickened. your whines and tremors were increasing, and he knew you were close.
“am i doing good?” you asked, eyes teary and lips swollen.
brian’s never been so in love.
“the best, angel.”
you slowed suddenly, and he tilted his head curiously when you shoved him fully against the sofa. he sunk into the cushions, groaning when you lowered yourself onto him.
“don’t wanna cum yet,” you murmured shyly, “want you a little more.”
“take all you want, pretty baby,” he encouraged, hands greedily squeezing the fat of your thighs, “i’ll lay here all night.”
you smiled nervously, the twinkle of shyness and excitement making his heart flutter.
“go on.”
and when you resumed your rhythm, your lips parted as he hit deeper and deeper, brian could only smile, groan, and take it.
“good girl, such a good fucking girl.”
