I take a deep breath and dial his number.
Brennan speaking.
Hey, it's me.
Can I come over?
There's a short pause and then he says,
I'm sorry, who's this?
I let out a laugh because I know he can play sometimes.
Wow, so it's like that, huh?
No, really, who the hell is this?
I take a quick look at my phone screen
and scream inwardly to myself for even falling for that.
Brennan just answered and said it was Brennan.
Of course it's him.
Before I know it, the line goes dead.
Damn, I can't believe he just hung up on me.
I redial the number.
Are you serious, Brennan?
Yes, who the fuck is this?
It's Brittany.
Brittany?
Yes.
Shit, why are you calling me now?
I haven't spoken or seen you in over six months.
A lot of shit happened.
Like you finding another guy?
No.
Well, yes.
But no, it's complicated.
If I have to go into that, then I'll
be spending the night talking about him, the other guy who
fucked me over.
Then I wouldn't get what I called for.
I don't want to talk about my mistakes,
especially with Brennan.
I bet it's really complicated.
You ghosted me, Brits.
You stopped taking my calls.
So you deleted my number?
Brennan and I go way back.
I've known him since high school.
We had reunited at a college party,
and we expressed how we felt.
Whenever we were in the mood, we would call, meet up,
and let out some steam.
There were no strings attached.
So finding out that he deleted my number after only six months
is a joke.
I figured you no longer needed my services.
I was doing both of us a favor.
If I no longer wanted your services,
then I would have made that clear.
I just said you ghosted me for more than six months.
He sighs.
What do you want, Brit?
You know what I want.
Can I come over?
Nah.
My heart drops to my stomach.
He's moved on.
He's gotten a girlfriend.
How can I be so foolish to think he's still single?
When my mind wanders to my world falling apart without him,
he says,
my sister and her kid are with me for the week.
Oh.
I can come to you if you want.
Uh, yeah, sure.
Cool, I'll see you in an hour.
I end the call, not sure how to feel about anything.
Brennan just agreed to my booty call,
despite not seeing him in months.
Maybe it's a sign, a good sign.
Since I had planned on seeing him and not him seeing me,
I didn't organize my home.
It's a mess.
It's also a good thing that I have an hour to prepare.
Precisely 40 minutes later,
Brennan buzzes my apartment and I let him up.
Brennan hasn't changed one bit.
He always reminds me of a younger version of Idris Elba.
He's tall and dark and keeps himself fit and toned.
I can never get tired of his form.
Seeing him naked is the icing on the cake.
Took you long enough.
I say as he steps inside.
Brennan is wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue joggers.
I take a good look at him because that's what I usually do.
I love admiring beautiful men.
He smirks when my eyes drifts down to his lower area and back up.
I know he's not wearing anything else under there
because his dick is printing through.
The same dick that's going to give me what I want.
Brennan traces a finger across my shoulder in a slow, tantalizing way.
I know it's been a while since he has seen me,
so he's practically drinking me in.
I'm wearing a silk robe with nothing beneath
because I like getting straight to business.
The quicker I can make him come, the better.
So, um...
I put a finger on his lips.
Shhh.
I slip off my robe, letting it hit to the floor.
Wow.
Strip. Take off your pants.
I'm so stressed the fuck out that anything besides dick
is going to unravel me.
Brennan passes his t-shirt over his head in one move
and then pushes his pants to the floor.
Somehow, I can't take my eyes off of him.
Done. What else do you want me to do?
He's hard.
Erect. Like a fucking horse.
You know what I want, so stop playing games.
I move across the room to sit on my couch,
but he grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me against him.
God.
I love it when he manhandles me.
I love it when he's rough and in charge.
This is exactly what I want.
I want him to take control and fuck me
the way it's supposed to be.
I let out a soft whimper when he sucks on my neck.
He's not gentle.
He's like a leech, a vampire,
ready to bleed his victim dry.
He's going to leave a nasty hickey and I don't care.
He holds me tight against him,
my back against his bare, muscular chest.
My hair is no longer in a ponytail
because he has just ripped it off and is fisting my hair.
Bend over.
Brennan pushes on my back, bending me over
and swipes his fingers up my crack.
His fingers are wet,
and I'm not sure if it's from me or him licking them.
I moan, feeling the stiffness of his erection near my entrance.
He's teasing me and I don't like it, at least not now.
Now I want to get things started.
Damn it, Brennan, fucking fuck me.
He tugs on my hair, jerking my head back.
You'll wait until I'm ready.
Shit.
A resounding slap echoes across my apartment
when he hits my ass.
He does it again and again,
his cock playing at my entrance.
Oh, God.
Brennan lowers behind me,
his sweet head prodding up and down the folds of my cunt.
If he keeps this up, I'm gonna come before he enters.
I'm about to protest the tantalizing weight
when he plunges into me,
releasing my hair and taking hold of my hips.
Fuck, faster.
Faster.
My knees are straight
and my hands are on the floor like a fucking yoga stretch.
His breaths are heavy and I like every bit of it.
I love it when a guy moans.
I like hearing their satisfaction.
I like hearing them pleasure themselves off of me.
He tugs me upright and squeezes my breasts.
Brennan has not for once slowed his pace.
He's pounding me from the back
and holding on like I'll run away.
He moans out loud and kisses my shoulders.
Come inside me.
I grunt.
Brennan misses a beat and then quickens again.
Come hard.
Fuck, Britt, don't say things you don't mean.
I mean what I say.
I want you to come in my cunt.
He pushes me off of him and moves to the couch.
He sits at the center of the love seed and pats his lap.
Seeing his penis in its glory like that
makes me think about doing only one thing with it.
I ignore him and get on my knees,
covering his erection with my mouth.
Brennan groans, reaching for the back of my head
and begins pushing me deeper onto him.
He's merciless when it comes to this
because this motherfucker doesn't care
whether I'm choking or can't breathe.
He doesn't stop until he wants me to stop.
He fists my hair and yanks me off,
leaving a long trail of spit behind.
His dick twitches and I smile, wickedly licking my lips.
Climb on.
He commands.
I mount him like it's nothing.
He slips in with ease because sucking him off was my treat.
He thinks it's his treat, but it's mine.
All mine.
Brennan's head lulls back on the top of the couch
as I ride his beautiful cock.
His hands are tight around my waist, guiding me,
but I'm in control.
I reach for him and kiss him, grinding harder, deeper.
His dick is so fucking hard.
It feels like a fucking gear lever inside me.
Oh, God.
Hmm.
He moans.
I'm gonna come if you keep this up, Brit.
Then do it.
I begin bouncing, moving faster, harder.
His eyes are closed, taking it in.
Hmm.
I clench around him, making his hips jerk.
Shit.
His eyes burst open and Brennan gives me that warning look,
the one that says if I don't move,
he's going to break inside me.
I stare at him, keeping my pacing.
Our eyes never waver.
Brennan's stomach dips.
Fuck.
And instead of pushing me off,
he presses my body down onto him
as if to make sure I take all of him and his seat.
Brennan's hips jerks upward
and he grips me pressing his fingers into my hips.
I stop, feeling the instant his semen releases inside me.
We are both breathless, motionless.
His dick stops twitching inside of me, but I don't move.
None of us moves.
Are you on the pill?
I shake my head.
No.
Then what the fuck is this, Brit?
I want kids.
His eyes grow dark.
Fucking hell, Brittany.
Is this a trap?
No.
No, it's not a trap.
Then why show up after all these months
and then do some shit like this?
This is supposed to be a booty call, Brittany.
I know this is fucked up.
I know what I'm doing is wrong.
But when he answered and showed up
without asking questions, something changed.
Something changed inside my head.
It's Brennan.
It has always been Brennan.
Then why didn't you stop it?
You didn't have to ejaculate inside me.
I thought you were on the pill.
Bullshit.
Not once has Brennan looked me in the eyes.
Tell the truth.
I finger his chin, focusing his face to meet my eyes.
You wanted this.
I want you, Brit.
Not some fucking kid.
I ease off of him and fetch my rope.
And after a few seconds of being in his head,
Brennan stands and follows me, hugging me from the back
and kissing on my shoulder.
All right.
He sighs.
If it's this what you want, then we can work something out.
I face him with a smile.
But only on one condition.
What?
You tell me about everything that happened
over the last six months.
Shit.
Damn it.
Brennan is a fucking idiot.
Shit. Damn it.
Brennan eyes me, waiting for a response.
Maybe I didn't think this through.
Well?
He presses.
Yeah.
Okay.
Good.
He tugs my hand, leading me back to the couch.
Now seems like a grand time to start explaining things, Miss Cinderella.
He teases.
Shit.
He pats his lap and smiles.
Why don't you start from the beginning?
Yes, Your Majesty.
Hey, y'all.
Kamaya here.
We are nearing the end of season one,
and we have two more episodes left before I take a break
and get back into it in January.
But I'll tell you more on that at a later date.
Thanks for listening to Booty Call.
Stay tuned for your next episode.
Bye.