Lizzie

It feels so good with Brandon close behind me. "Yes, I'm having a great time. So pleased I finally decided to come." I don't want to move from where I am standing, but I can't. I am firmly rooted here with his strong arms wrapped around my waist, his breath on my neck. His breathing is different, faster, and I can feel his heart beating so fast as I lean into him. Mine is beating like a speeding bullet train.

I can smell his aftershave with hints of musk, cinnamon and citrus. "I don't want you talking to other guys," he tells me and bites my earlobe.

Turning, I rest my hands against his chest; his eyes, usually so startling blue, are dark, and it's not just because it is dimly lit in the gym.

"You can't tell me who to talk to, Brandon," I say playfully because this feels so much like a date; it's literally taking my breath away. Besides, I can role-play like Cinderella for just the night, right?

"Yes, tonight I can. You're here with me, Lizzie-Baby. No one else."

"They're all too scared of you anyway, and those who aren't have too much respect for you in any case." He chuckles; it's deep and throaty. What a fucking turn-on. My stomach fills with warmth, and I feel a surge of wetness in my panties.

The music changes to a much slower track. I can't tell you who the artist is because I don't know. Denver is dancing with Lilly as I spot them close to us. I'm assuming Tammy is with Tobias; she was dancing with me until Brandon snaked up behind me.

Brandon pulls me closer; one arm wraps around my waist, and his hand rests at the base of my spine. My entire body is zinging. It feels amazing. My heart is beating so fast, and my mouth is dry. I rest my head on his shoulder and clasp my arms firmly round his neck.

He kisses the top of my head as we move, swaying gently to the music. It feels like we are the only two people in the gym. I can't sense anyone else around me right this second; I can only hear our heartbeats and feel my rapid breathing. He smells so good; his chest is so broad. I've got it so bad for Brandon; I could practically die of lusting and crushing on him. Should I tilt my head up and let him kiss me? Is this the right moment? What if he pulls away? What if he leaves me standing? What if I spoil this moment and never feel it again?

I don't think I could live without feeling this way again. I know for sure I'd literally cave.

"You look so damn hot tonight, Lizzie. Every guy wants you," he whispers as he leans his head down so his mouth makes contact with my ear. I feel his lips brush against my ear, jeez-us I am wet. For him. Only for him.

"Thank you. I wanted to look special to be your date. I didn't want to let you down, since you could be here with any one of these girls."

"I don't want to be here with anyone else except for you. I don't think you know how much you mean to me, Lizzie." My heart literally stops beating for a second. Did he say what I think he said? Does he feel the same way?

There's only one way to find out as I tilt my head up to his. Our lips meet; I feel the softness of his full lips on mine, and electricity courses through my entire body. I close my eyes involuntarily and sigh. Brandon slowly allows his tongue to explore my lips; I'm melting like butter on a hot knife. Then I feel his tongue slide gently into my mouth; his tongue finds mine, and it explores my wet and waiting mouth. Boy, I am so aroused right now; I feel my clit swell and beg me to touch her and climax myself. We allow our tongues to roam each other's. My breathing becomes more rapid, and I hear him growl. "Damn, you taste so good, Lizzie-Baby." I literally feel my legs buckle.

Brandon holds me tighter and pulls me into him, and I feel he's hard. He is hard for me. Fuck. This is too much. The intensity, the passion, it's like nothing I ever could have expected. His kiss deepens. "Mine, Lizzie-Baby. All mine." I groan and moan under his kiss and the feel of his hand pressing against my lower back. His other hand is at the back of my head as he brings me further into the kiss. I open my eyes and can make out his deep, dark, brooding eyes fixed on me.

"Damn, you smell so good." He manages to say as he kisses me. I swirl my tongue around his; he tastes of the punch and vodka with a hint of peppermint. His thumb strokes down my face and along my jaw.

"Brandon," I mutter.

"It's okay, baby. I've got you." I pull away only because it's just so fucking intense and I need to catch my breath.

"Fuck," he says, resting his forehead on mine. "What the fuck?" I'm still pressed up against him, and I can feel how hard his dick is right now, hard for me. And fuck am I so ready to have him inside of me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, trembling from his touch and kiss, trembling because now I'm just damn scared that he'll think he did something wrong and the moment will be ruined.

"Yeah, of course. Are you okay, though?" His voice is full of concern. We've just crossed a line, a friendship boundary. I don't know how I feel other than my body is craving him; he's like a drug, and I am addicted. So fucking, damn addicted. I want him more than anything I have ever wanted in my life.

"What's going on?" he asks, bewildered. My heart beats so fast, it's going to explode out of my chest.

I don't know what to say, so I pull his head into me again; our lips collide, and I am so fucking hungry for him, I almost devour him with the kiss. Urgently, he kisses me back as if it was the last kiss we'll ever have. Our tongues swiftly embrace; I suck on his lower lip. "Fuuuuuck, baby." He groans, and I feel his cock pulse through his tight tux pants. It's hot. So damn, fucking hot. My panties are soaking.

"I can't help it. I'm crushing on you so badly, Brandon." I say, breathing heavily as I pull away from the kiss. I begin to giggle because I am nervous.

"Me too," Brandon says. I exhale and breathe.

He wants me as badly as I want him, not just because his body is reacting to me, but because he said it. Brandon fucking said he is crushing on me.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.