Chords and Chaos

Simply contractual

Alexis 🌷

I'm hiding in a closet or under the table.. I don't know for sure. Whimpers come from someone beside me. I try to look but the face is blurry. Crash! The sound of broken dishes and cups fill the silence. Broken words and screaming are all I hear as the whimpering beside me gets louder and turns to full time cries. “Hel-lp me Al-lex!”

I wake up with a start, drenched in cold sweat and panic. The same nightmare over and over again. The digital clock on the bedside table read 12:30 am. Taking a minute to get my heartbeat in check, I slip on my robe and go downstairs for a glass of cold water to see if it will help calm me.

It doesn't.

Across my room, Brandon's door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. Without a second thought, I enter the room and sprawled on the queen sized bed is Brandon in shorts, with his torso exposed. Leaning at the edge of the door frame, I watch him as he tosses and turns around, sending the duvet lying haphazardly. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

I take in the hard planes of his chest, the defined lines of his abs. My gaze lowers, taking in the enticing bulge beneath his shorts.

A good night f**k could do the trick.

I sit at the edge of the bed tapping him once, then twice. “Little bird, come sing for me.” He makes an unintelligible sound and slinks deeply back to sleep. No way.

My fingers deftly rub his thighs and squeezes when I move deeper between his legs. Unintentionally, he faces me, trapping my hands between his legs. My d**k hardens and presses against my silk shorts.

Slowly, I move my hand to the hem of his shorts and slide my hand in to fist his d**k. He moans quietly and wakes up, eyes fluttering open as reality dawns on him.

Scooting to the other side of the bed he asks,“What are you doing?”

“What do you think? Scoot over and sing for me little bird.” I commanded as I left to sit on the sofa.

“This is too late and ther—”

“Stop making excuses and sing!! That's what you're paid for.” I caught the sliver of anger on his face.

“Fine.”

He starts with a hum and I sink deeper into the sofa. Gradually, words pour out of him, relaxing, soothing me. I watch him as he sings, eyes closed and calm. In that moment, I feel exposed, cut open and torn.

As soon as the melody ends, I walk towards him like I'm in a trance or submerged underwater.

“I'm done now. What's next sir?” he asks with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Now, I'm going to f**k you.” I don't wait to hear an approval or protest, opening his mouth I ease my hardened d**k in. No foreplay, no teasing.

Holding his jaw steady, I push further in and watch as he chokes and gags.

“Relax little bird.” I coax. Like an obedient puppy, he relaxes and swallows me from tip to crown, sucking till tears threaten to spill.

“That's okay. I want to c*m inside you.” I remove his shorts and flip him over, “Bend.” He listens and arches his back on the bed.

I put a knee on the edge of the bed and my hand hold his hair for support and balance. The sight before me thickens my shaft almost painfully.

My fingers trail a pattern from his hips to his ass cheeks, cracking them open. He gasps audible as I lick him and suck. His legs move uncontrollably to the tempo of my mouth.

“You like that, don't you?” I stop finger f*****g him and use one hand to take out the lube in the drawer.

I smear a lot on my d**k and rub it in his pink hole.

Looking at him, the sight of him ready as he leaks precum excited me further. "f**k, you're so hot," I breathe out, my voice a whisper.

“Then stop talking and start f*****g instead.” I smirk, his fingers digging into my thigh.

I push in hard and fast, my hips moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm as his moans tear out from him.

"You like my c**k inside you, don't you? Say it.” he grunts in response, his grip tightening around my ass.

“No, f**k that!” Of course.

I smirk as I f**k him harder and faster with precision. I could feel his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. Whimpering, he came hard and I slump forward, my body finally spent as I came, my d**k pulsing as I fill him with c*m.

Collapsing untop him, my body slick with both of our sweat, the nightmare was forgotten.

“Next time, you'll be singing my name.” I gently pull out of him and leave the room, leaving him a dazed mess.