Say My Name

It’s hard to say what rouses you first - his calloused, but smooth, fingers grazing over your side or his soft lips brushing over your neck. You whimper slightly and turn into his embrace so you are lying face to face, nuzzling his neck as you whisper, “you came.”

He smiles against your forehead as he presses his lips to it. “‘Course I did.” He curls a finger under your chin to lift your lips to his and he kisses you gently, innocently, lips barely opening against yours as he murmurs, “your text said you had a weird feeling and were freaked out. I’m not going to read that and let you sleep alone.”

“Brendon…” you mumble his name, snuggling in so your body is flush against his, the slippery silk of your shorts moving against the buttery smooth leather of his pants while your fingers stroke his chest through the soft cotton of his shirt. “You didn’t have to do that. You have a show tomorrow and I was just being a baby.” His hands move soothingly over your arms, occasionally sliding down to your thighs and rubbing small circles over them as he raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Not that I’m complaining or anything…” you assure him, pressing closer still and he hitches one of your legs up over his hip and moves one hand to the small of your back to keep you pressed to him.

He’s stroking the underside of your thigh now, letting his fingertips wander under the silk and you shift happily. “I was about to say, you were starting to hurt my feelings.” Using his free hand, he runs his fingers through your hair, and you can’t help the contented noise that slips from you. Between the playing with your hair and stroking of your thigh, he’ll have you wet in no time at all and you’re not even sure if he is thinking in that direction, but you can’t help it, the man is walking sex. “Let me take care of you.”

His words interrupt your thoughts and he is still running his hands over you and you know this isn’t really a command despite the phrasing; it is a request, and he is waiting for a response. You nod, a thrill of pleasure rippling through you, raising your eyes to meet his and gratefully accept the kiss, parting your lips. You both moan a little when you flick out your tongue, teasing and exploring, and find his. It’s a mutual movement as a result, him clutching your hip, pulling you closer, and you pressing against him and moving subtly, and one that is mutually satisfying when you feel him stir against you. You moan into his mouth and rub against him again, relishing how the wet silk slides against you. He breaks the kiss to capture your earlobe between his teeth, whispering things that never fail to make you blush but squirm in anticipation.

“Bren, don’t tease,” you sigh as your fingers move down his chest and curl into the waistband of his pants. He chuckles lightly, continuing his mouth’s journey down the side of your neck from your ear. He pauses, tracing an unknown pattern with the tip of his tongue down your neck, and you shudder - just that hint of what’s to come, that delicate caress, has you moving against him with purpose again, hands gripping his hair. You roll your head back, giving him better access to the length of your neck and shudder with pleasure as he brings his lips back to the pulse point under your ear and pressing his lips to it, rolling his tongue against your skin and sucking in a way that has you moaning his name and clutching his shirt. Once he’s satisfied that he’s marked you as his, he moves lower to your collarbone, shifting effortlessly down your body and slotting one thigh in between yours. He looks up at you through those dark lashes, just barely letting the tip of his tongue trace over your skin and he grins when you push against him, seeking some relief for your growing arousal. “God, please don’t tease me.”

He stops his ministrations on your skin but it’s to crack a smile and mumble against you, “Actually, I just go by Brendon these days.” He laughs when you roll your eyes and huff at him, and he quickly takes the hint, nipping at your collarbone lightly and immediately soothing your skin with his feathered kisses. He pauses for a moment as you shift against him, looking up at you, and asks softly, “are you feeling better?” As he asks, his hands are stroking your sides, slipping up under the silk camisole and brushing over the swell of your breasts.

You arch your back into his touch and, hands still in his hair, bring his lips back up to yours. In between the soft, but steadily growing more urgent, kisses, you whisper, “I’m going to lie and say ‘no’ so you don’t stop.” He laughs, tickling your sides to get you to raise your arms, so he can slide your top off with ease. His hands move over you softly, lips on yours, teeth catching your bottom lip as his thumbs circle over your nipples. You gasp into his mouth and shift suddenly so that your back is pressed to the bed and Brendon is pressed to you. You move your other leg up over his hip so that he is cradled by your thighs and give a delighted purr when he gives in and grinds against you.

“Baby, I wouldn’t have stopped for all the world. You making those sounds, rubbing your pussy on me,” and you whimper in pleasure at his sudden change in tone, reveling in how the explicit language never seems harsh coming from him, only adoring. “Getting me so worked up I can barely think straight,” he continues with a rasp in his voice, moving his hands from your chest to either side of your head, allowing him to slide lower down your body and capture one of your nipples in his mouth. The noises coming from you are unholy and he is alternating between short, slow strokes with his tongue and closing his mouth over you and sucking, all the while cupping and thumbing your other breast and rutting against you. “Fuck, you drive me wild.” His soft breath on your skin sends heat straight to your core.

You meet his thrusts, moving your hands down to tug at the waistband of your shorts, desperate for more contact, needing the silky barrier gone. He is swift and the hand that had been otherwise occupied is suddenly between the two of you, sliding under your shorts, and he teasingly dips his index finger lower. You both inhale sharply at the contact and he groans around your nipple while sliding his finger along your wetness, not yet pressing inside, just feeling. “So fucking wet,” he whispers against your skin, and you shift down, seeking more. He looks up at you from his careful work at your breast, finger still teasing, and his face is serious. “Tell me you want this.” You bite your lip and nod, and he raises an eyebrow. “Tell me.” You cup the side of his face and murmur your assent. He kisses you, and it’s hard and needy and he’s whispering “fuck baby, I want to make you feel good,” into your mouth and with those words his voice breaks a little. He's rocking his hand against you, letting his index finger slide home. You giggle and gasp as his thumb finds your clit and starts to move in slow figure-eights.

“More,” you insist placing your hand over his and pushing lightly. He obliges, adding a second finger and you let out a contented sigh as he chooses an idle pace, twisting and thrusting his fingers and massaging with his thumb, neither of you working intentionally towards your climax; just feeling and enjoying, smiling and kissing, rubbing and teasing each other. It isn’t long before the warm tingling starts and you feel the tension and desire curling in your stomach. “God, please Bren, harder with your-“ and you don’t need to finish the thought as he applies more pressure with his thumb, eyes heavy as he watches you writhe under his touch. He withdraws his middle and index fingers, leaving them just at your opening, rubbing gently, almost petting you as his thumb moves in circles, increasing and decreasing the pressure almost rhythmically. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” The words fall from your lips as you let your head find the pillow. He laughs lightly but you can see the heated determination still blazing behind his eyes; he increases the pace ever so slightly and slides his fingers back in, and it isn’t long before you’re muffling a cry and bucking against his hand. After a moment, you catch your breath. You need him. “Come up here.” You grab the back of his head with one hand and pull his mouth to yours, working to pull his shirt off with the other.

Once you’ve removed the offending shirt, you start to push at your shorts, making a frustrated noise into his mouth when he removes his hand from you. “Hold on, hold on, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and makes quick work of getting your sleep shorts off of your hips; he slowly, torturously drags them down your long legs. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you feel his soft lips and warm tongue at your left ankle and when you look down, his warm brown eyes are twinkling up at you and he grins. “Hey baby.” His voice is hoarse with desire and he presses his lips to your skin again, tongue teasing as he moves his mouth upward, pausing and kissing and licking what feels like every inch of the way. “I’m going to taste every bit of you.” You shudder as you feel his tongue tease the soft skin behind your knee and his warm hands, one under your calf and the other stroking your hip and keeping you still.

You feel like you’re just catching your breath when his lips start moving again and he’s dragging his tongue up the inside of your thigh, kissing and nipping and suckling, both hands on your hips now and his eyes closed, fuck he loves this. You swear your eyes are rolling back in your head as his lips move across the delta of your thighs, pausing only to dip his tongue into you teasingly. You both moan, and he nuzzles the inside of your opposite thigh, breathing hard, eyes meeting yours. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

With new determination, he sinks back down the bed to caress your right ankle now. You hold your breath, the only way to keep yourself still as he makes the journey a second time. You’re pressing your head back into the pillow, fingers twisted in the sheets under you as his lips start in on your thigh. He stops for a moment, breath hot on you, and he rests his head on your leg and gazes at you adoringly while running his fingertips along your skin. “You’re doing so well baby. I know I’m teasing you and I’m sorry.”

You manage a laugh and play with his hair. “Bren, don’t lie to me, you’re not sorry at all. You love seeing me like this, all hot and bothered and begging.”

He pauses, giving an exaggerated impression of contemplation, before nodding, kissing the inside of your thigh. “You’re right. I fucking love hearing you beg for it, hearing you cry my name as you come.” He doesn’t wait for a response but instead wraps both arms under and around your thighs with hands spread over your hips to hold you in place; he buries his face in you and gasps, “fuck, you taste amazing.” You whimper at his words, spreading your legs wider for him and he rewards you with long strokes, focusing the tip of his tongue on dipping and stroking inside of you before it feels like his entire mouth is on you, his tongue just slipping through your wetness.

You’re writhing under him, arching your hips and trying to press closer to him. He groans against you, and you think you can make out “so sweet, baby,” sending vibrations through you. You’re crying out and gripping and twisting the sheets under you and you can feel the pressure building; he shifts, pulling your hips down against his face, closer than you thought possible, and you’re worried about him breathing but the thought is fleeting. He’s sucking now firmly at your clit, tongue moving in ways you didn’t think possible, making these desperate noises against you. He suddenly stops and looks up at you, pulling back to ask, “is this okay? Do you want something else?” You aren’t sure if he’s teasing or if he’s serious but you respond to the question by shoving his face back between your legs and whimpering as he finds your clit and thrums over it rapidly.

Your cries of pleasure are turning to breathless utterances of his name and he’s slipped two fingers back inside you, curling back towards him, pressing against your pelvic wall. He’s always known exactly how to bring you to the edge, all teasing aside, and he knows your desire is greater than your patience right now. “Oh shit, Brendon, baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop, I’m gonna -“ you can’t even finish the sentence before letting out a sharp squeal, hips arching and back tensing. He’s groaning, telling you to come for him, come on his fingers, come on his tongue, and he’s licking and sucking at you, telling you how good you taste, letting you ride out your orgasm against his face, pressing his hips into the mattress desperately as he works his tongue and fingers into you, moaning your name.

It’s just when you think it’s fading, you’re coming down, hands moving from the sheets to his shoulders, that he decides you’re not done and flicks his tongue across your clit once more, presses his thumb against you firmly, and looks up to give you a quick wink. Your mind goes blank and all you can think and feel is his tongue against you; your thighs snap closed around his head and your hands are in his hair, pressing him against you, his name a breathless chant as the pleasure rolls through you and you move against his face. It could be thirty seconds, it could be five minutes, it could be a lifetime; you have no idea how much time has passed before your legs fall open and you’re trembling from head to toe. You look down and he’s pulling back, chest heaving, licking his lips with obvious relish, and moving up the bed. You watch him while trying to catch your breath and holy fucking hell, you think, you could come again just watching this man crawl towards you, shirtless in those fucking tight leather pants, his lips swollen and wet with you, his eyes heavy, hair falling into his face, his very being radiating pure sex.

“Hi baby.” He smiles, cupping your face gently. You breathe deeply, drawing his head down to yours. Once he's close enough, you kiss him and wrap your legs around him again, tongue tangling with his. You can taste yourself on him and it’s driving you wild; you’re pulling him flush against you with your ankles, rubbing against him, feeling his dick press into you, moaning into his mouth. “You want more?” His voice is soft and your eyes flutter open, nodding. He offers his other hand and you don’t hesitate, taking it and running your tongue up and over his middle and index before sucking both in.

He groans, watching you, feeling you twist your tongue around his fingers, and it’s while he is still cupping your face, murmuring how good you are and how sweet you taste and how much he loves you that you let your free hand plunge down first between your legs and then into his pants, your fingers curling around him despite the tightness of the leather. He’s really moaning now and is working his pants off with one hand, the other still in your mouth, while bucking into your slick grasp. He’s managed to get them down to his thighs and it’s enough for you. You let his fingers fall from your mouth as you shimmy down the bed under him. “Sweetheart, you really don’t have to, you know I don’t expect anything just because I - oh fuck baby, fuck!” You’ve cut off his words by letting one hand curl up over the small of his back and one of your legs across the backs of his knees. With one fluid motion, you’ve pulled him down into your mouth, taking the entirety of his length and humming with pleasure.

He’s groaning, you’ve never taken him like this, normally he’s fighting the urge to thrust deeper and you’ve eliminated that dilemma; there’s no resistance at this angle. Meanwhile, you’re rather pleased with yourself; he’s not big by any means but your gag reflex tends to overact and cut things short whenever you manage to wrestle his pants off and get your mouth on him. One hand is gripping, stroking his thigh while the other remains curled around the base of his dick, squeezing and releasing as your tongue works him. He’s breathing hard, and you know how much eating you out turns him on. You know he’s already close, so you let your head fall back so your lips just close around the tip. You’re still squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, giving little delicate licks to the head and his eyes are closed, obviously holding back. You giggle, nuzzling the tip with your nose before stroking the underside, curving your tongue to cradle him really, knowing it’s only a matter of moments before he’s coming and without warning, he tilts his hips back and extracts himself from your seeking mouth. You pause, confused. “Fuck, baby, it was too good. I was going to come.”

You quirk one eyebrow, him coming was obviously the point. He catches your look and drops down over you so his forehead is resting against yours and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he tries to catch his breath. “Don’t worry, I fully intend on coming, maybe even in that talented mouth of yours, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be buried in you. Just not yet. I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.” He grins, kissing your forehead as you wiggle under him, his words causing a rush of heat.

“Nice Frost reference.” He nods, rolling over and bringing you with him so you’re sprawled across him. “Take your pants off please.” You’re working at them with both hands and he helps you, kicking them off and his boxers in an unknown direction. “Thank you, that’s better. Now what’s this about promises to keep?” You’re kissing his neck as you let your hips fall on either side of him and feel him press in between your lips. You know he feels how wet you still are by the way his breath catches when you slide along his length.

He turns his head to whisper in your ear as you work on his neck. “I promised I’d make you feel so good, you can’t say anything but my name and you’d be coming at least, at the very least, five times.” A thrill of pleasure goes through you and you bite down lightly on his neck, rocking against him.

“I don’t remember that promise. Not that I’m opposed or anything.” You pause on top of him, pulling back to run your fingers through his hair. He takes one of your hands and presses his lips to your palm, eyelids heavy with desire.

“It’s an unspoken promise that’s been in effect since I first made you mine.” He shifts slightly so you slide off of him and both of you are on your side, facing each other, your head on his chest and his arms around you. “Amongst other things.”

You smile against his skin, tipping your head back to look into his eyes. “Dare I ask what the other things are?” Your tone is light but you know he’s serious from the way he presses his lips to your forehead.

“To always keep you safe, physically, mentally and otherwise. To make sure you have everything you need and want. To always make you feel beautiful and desired. To always make you feel appreciated and special. To support and believe in you the way you do for me. To never let a day go by without me telling you how much I love you.” He pulls back when he feels a tear roll down your cheek. “No no, no crying.” He brushes the tear away with his thumb and kisses where the tear last made contact and then moving all over your face, making soft teasing noises.

You’re giggling and squirming against him when you pull away to look at him seriously. “Bren. Which thumb did you use just now? On my tears? Clean or clit?” He’s laughing now at your phrasing, shrugging and giving you an incredulous look. You already know the point he’s about to make and it’s a good one. “Okay, fine. You’re right, it technically doesn’t matter. I’ve sucked your fingers clean, so clearly I’m not opposed… so it doesn’t matter if…it gets on my face thanks to your thumb.” You’ve blushed through this entire exchange and hope he hasn’t noticed but know you aren’t that lucky.

He’s still laughing and rolling over you to look down at you fondly. “I love you. And for what it’s worth, we’d be even.” He pauses as a smirk plays at his lips. “I’ve certainly had you all over my face thanks to my thumb. Fucking best part of my day, when you close those thighs around my head and try to drown me in that hot, wet pussy of yours.” He winks and before you can react he’s capturing your lips in his, teasing your tongue. You pull back, only slightly horrified, and he laughs harder, drawing you in. “I’m sorry baby, I know that was a little more graphic than you like.” You wrinkle your nose.

“I don’t mind it, you know…when…” you hesitate. He’s not laughing anymore; he’s kneeling over you, nuzzling your neck.

“When what?” His voice is soft and his breath is warm and you blush, shaking your head. “You don’t mind it when I’m actually face-first in that world-class pussy of yours, losing all control, going out of my fucking mind because of how much I love you, grabbing and pulling at your thighs, licking and sucking your clit, fucking you with my tongue and fingers and telling you how sweet you taste, that I could eat you forever, and to let go and just come for me baby, come on my face?”

Your head snaps back and your eyes are wide and he grins at you, one eyebrow arched. “Am I right, baby?” You groan and blush, covering your face. “Sweetheart…I want to hear I’m right. Will you please tell me I’m right? Tell me how much you love being told to come on my tongue.” His tone is so light and playful that you crack and nod. Suddenly you’re laughing and shrieking as he tickles you, nibbling your neck before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “I want to hear I’m right. You’re so smart and you are right all the time, let me just have this. Tell me when and where you like my filthy mouth. Tell me. Tell me tell me tell me.” He’s grinning against your skin, hands closing around your waist to hold you against him and you groan good-naturedly.

“Fine, Brendon, yes, I like your filthy mouth when we’re hooking up.” He gives you a gentle poke to the side and you huff. “When you’re going down on me.” Another gentle poke. You’re both giggling now, and he’s nuzzling your shoulder and you realize there’s no reason to be embarrassed, it’s just the two of you, and the man loves you and cares for you and he just wants to hear you say it. You take a deep breath and wriggle out from under him so you can sit up and compose yourself. He’s watching, obviously amused but smiling softly, petting your hand. Another deep breath. “Fuck, okay, yes, I love your filthy mouth when you’re eating me out and making me beg for it and you’re teasing, touching, fucking me with those goddamn fingers and those lips and that tongue until I come just for you and Jesus fuck, I want you right fucking now.” You’re breathing hard, chest rising and falling, face hot, and he’s pulled back, biting his lip, giving you that look that would, if you had them on, melt your underwear right off. “Was that good? I feel like I got a little carried away.” You sound uncertain and he pounces, pinning you on your back, kissing you hard.

“Fuck, it was so good,” he’s mumbling against your lips, “I know that wasn’t easy for you, and not to be patronizing or anything but I’m proud of you. And yes, you got a bit carried away but holy fuck it was hot.” You’re blushing again, reaching down between you to grasp his dick and shimmying down to rub the tip through your wetness and he’s moaning into your mouth, still praising you, and you just want him and it would be so easy to just slide him - “Wait, baby, let me grab a condom.” You groan but roll onto your back, wriggling in anticipation, letting your fingers slide down, teasing yourself, watching him fumble in his wallet.

“Okay, all set. I can’t wait to - fuck...” His voice breaks off at the end, he crawls back into bed, and you smile up at him as you spread your legs, two fingers still rubbing in circles, only occasionally slipping in, pressing, and you raise your hips as though offering yourself to him. “Oh, and you try to act so innocent,” he whispers, adding his fingers to yours, matching your pace. “But I see you spreading your legs for me. It’s okay, I’ll let you fool me anytime you want, baby, you can play innocent. Makes it that much better when you’re screaming my name and pulling my hair, begging for another.” You laugh, curling your legs around him and pulling him close. “Tell me you want this.”

“Fuck, I want this.” Your voice wavers, you’re desperate, you’re craving him. He leans down and kisses you slowly, teasing, catching your lower lip between his teeth.

“Say my name, baby.” You’re just letting the second syllable fall out of your mouth when he pushes into you, both of you gasping. You’re clawing at his back, hips rolling and back arching, matching him stroke for stroke at his torturously slow pace, kissing him hard and whining into his mouth when his tongue moves over yours and he clutches you closer.

You’re not sure how much time has actually passed; you’re lost in the feeling. His murmuring in your ear has you writhing and the tension is coiling and you want to feel him release because he’s been working you so hard. “Brendon, please…” Your hands are in his hair and you tug just hard enough to elicit a hiss from him. “More.” You’re aware of how needy you sound, but you don’t care, you want him and you know he’s close and he came here for you so dammit he’s going to come for you.

“Baby, you have gotten me so…Jesus fuck, if you want this to last, you need to not fucking pull my hair.” This comes out through gritted teeth and you reach up to stroke his jawline, increasing your own pace, rocking your hips harder up into his, letting out little gasps and moans as he fills you. "I love you but -“

You place a finger over his lips and cut him off. “I want to be on top.” He groans again, and obligingly shifts under you, eyes closing as you settle down on him, contentedly stroking the V for which he claims to do absolutely nothing. “So sexy Bren,” you murmur, grinding down against him slowly. His breathing is shallow and he’s pushed his hair back and out of his face and you can see every ounce of self-control he’s using manifest throughout his body. You lean over, letting yourself slide up teasingly, until just the head of his cock is in you, and bite at his earlobe. He tenses and you swear you can feel his rapid pulse inside you. Keeping his earlobe trapped, you tighten around him and he lets out a strangled gasp, hands flying to your hips. “I really, really, really want you to come Bren. I don’t care how long this lasts or any of that nonsense - I just wanna watch your face when I ride you and make you come.”

His eyes flutter open and he tangles a hand in your hair as he asks teasingly, “who even are you? Who is this minx and what have you done with my sweet innocent girlfriend?” You giggle as if the two of you don’t have this exchange every time and sit back; he keeps one hand on the back of your head and the other on your hip as you start to move, grinding down, allowing him to set the pace as he guides you. You’re rocking on him, swiveling your hips, gripping his shoulders for leverage as you raise and drop back down, each time thrusting forward a bit more, feeling him start to tremble. You’re working hard now, leaning forward so he’s rubbing against your clit and you think he’s almost there when his grip tightens and his eyes fly open, mouth wordlessly gasping. You drop one last final time, tightening around him and his hips buck up into you, and you can feel the sudden warmth and release. He’s moaning softly and you’re making these small pleased noises and you feel your body start to melt into his. “Oh no ma’am, I’m not done with you yet. Hands and knees.” He gives your ass a quick slap and you squeak, complying. He’s stroking himself now and pushing you gently down until your chest is flat against the bed. You wiggle back in anticipation and let out a guttural moan when you feel his tongue sliding through your wetness instead. You’re clawing the sheets around you, hips rolling, when he’s gone just as suddenly.

You’re about to turn, protest, when he pushes back into you, one hand curled over your hip and the other tangled in your hair, tugging like he knows you like. He’s really fucking you now, hard and relentless, and you’re whimpering his name and a string of curse words into the mattress, rocking your hips back. He gives you another light swat and you know he wants you louder and you comply, turning your head to be more clear. Another. “Brendon, baby, yes!” Another. “Brendon please don’t stop, god Brendon, fuck fuck fuck!” Another. “Brendon, please baby fuck me, fuck my pussy, make me come - fuck - on you, dear god oh fuck Brendon, yes, right there, yes!” You’re keening now, and you’re sure the neighbors can hear and you’re equally sure it’s what he wants.

For his piece de resistance, he leans forward and rubs your clit firmly as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. He doesn’t need to tell you but he does anyway. “Come for me baby, scream my name. Let them know who makes you feel like this.” You’re already obeying, voice hoarse and body spasming as you slip forward and your legs flatten out behind you. He lies down next to you and you’re whimpering his name, your body still trembling. He grins, running a hand down your back and you shudder again, moaning his name into the pillow you’ve grabbed and dragged down to your head. His mere touch is electric. “That good, huh?”

You raise your head to look at him, and you know you must look thoroughly fucked because he bites his lip and smooths your hair down. “I don’t think I can move.” You smile a little and arch an eyebrow to let him know you’re mostly kidding, and he leans over you to grab the water bottle you keep at hand and the Tylenol in your drawer. “Thank you.” You sit up, medicate yourself, and flop next to him on your back.

He pulls you closer to whisper in your ear. “You good to go? I owe you another. Get up on my face, baby.”

You laugh maniacally, protesting that he knows you can't take anything else, before turning to see his face and realize he’s kidding. “That was funny. Points awarded for both wit and timing.” He smiles, rolling over you to kiss you lightly. “And I’m feeling much better too. Points for that.”

He rests his forehead on yours and winks. “I hope these points are redeemable at any location where I can get you naked.”

You wink back and whisper, “I guess you’ll have to find an empty dressing room tomorrow night and see.”