(Warning! Sexual scene ahead. If you don't want to read that skip this entire chapter!!!)

Song: I Was Made For Loving You- Tori Kelly and Ed Sheeran 

It took me a second to understand what was happening. The swipe of Brock's tongue against my lips snapped me back and I found myself kissing him back. My hands came up and laced through his hair at the nap of his neck. Gently tugging on it I molded my lips with his.

His hands cupped my face as he kissed me. His lips were just as soft as I remembered. Brock has always been a good kisser but it seemed he had gotten better. Tugging his hair harder, Brock moaned against my mouth, giving me an opportunity to swipe my own tongue against his lips.

Brock's hands moved from my face to run down my back and rest on my hips. He pressed me further into him, not an inch left between our bodies. We kissed each other hungrily.

Eventually we had to pull away to get air. With my eyes still closed I tried to watch my breath, my lips already getting swollen. Brock's forehead rested against mine.

"Damn I have missed these lips." He breathed out. I found myself smiling. I had missed his lips as well. The few guys I had been with were nothing like Brock.

"When do you leave?" I asked softly, slowly opening my eyes.

"Two weeks." He whispered back. Hearing that he wasn't leaving in a few days made me feel better. I didn't want to kiss him only for him to leave the next day. I knew he had to go back sometime but for now I didn't have to worry about that.

"Good." I tilted my head back up and pressed my lips to his once more. This kiss was a little softer than the last one, less angry. Our lips moved in sync with one another. My hands were still in Brock's hair and his own had moved down to cup my ass.

I found myself pressing more into him and raising up on my toes. There was a sudden change as my fingers pulled at his hair harder and his hands gripped my backside firmer. A wave of want washed over me making me moan into his mouth. Brock's tongue twirling around mine was sending shocks right to my core.

Brock sensed the change, his hands moving just under my butt to lift me off the ground. Instantly my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips left mine and trailed down down my jaw. His slight stubble rubbed against my face almost tickling me. Brock continued his path down to my neck.

In no time he found the spot on my neck that drove me crazy. He should remember it considering he was the one who found out that exact spot could make me moan loudly. When his tongue swiped at my neck, my legs tighten around his waist. I had forgotten how good that felt.

"B-bedroom." I panted. I couldn't wait and by the feel of him pressing against my stomach I don't think he could either.

Brock held onto me as he blindly lead us out of the kitchen. A few bumps into the wall later we were at he stairs. I silently cursed having my room upstairs, we could use the couch but who knew when Lucas and Megan would be home. That was a conversation I did not want to have.

"Don't kill us." I breathed out in a laugh. Brock stopped kissing my neck and looked up at me.

"Not until I have my way with you." The wicked smirk he had on his lips made me clench my legs. Peeking over my shoulder he cautiously lead us up the stairs. I couldn't stop from laughing as we slowly made it up the stairs, each one making me bounce in his hold. It probably would have been easier to let me down.

Eventually we made it to the top. Brock was barely panting which had me looking at him curiously. The man was seriously in shape. And I was about to find out exactly what he was hiding under his clothing.

Making it to my bedroom was the easiest. Brock kicked the door shut behind us only to turn around and slam my back into it. I found myself grinning at him. The slight aggression he had was a definite turn on.

We made out against the door for another few minutes before Brock once again turned us around. I was suddenly thrown in the air and landed on the bed with an 'oomph'. My body didn't have a chance to bounce before his hard body was on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress.

Our lips met again. My hands moved from his well built shoulders down his hard chest. Underneath the fabric of his shirt I could feel his abs. Feeling how defined they were made my hands trace over them more. Back in the day Brock was in good shape and had the v-line but now he was all hard muscle. He had definitely grown from a boy to a man.

Now that I knew what he was hiding under his shirt I impatiently grabbed at the end and started tugging it up. I wanted to feel his bare chest. My fingers ached to trace every inch of him....as did my tongue.

Lips breaking apart Brock pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room. He hovered above me, giving me a pretty good view. My tongue licked my bottom lip as I stared at him. He was nice and tan. Hard, topped muscle graced his chest.

Before I could look more at the view his arms came in the way. My eyes snapped towards his as his fingers teased the little bit of skin that now known from my sweater rising up. Brock looked at me, asking permission to take my top off. For a split second I hesitated.


Was this a good idea? We literally just saw each other for the first time in 6 years just three days ago and now here we are about to have sex. And I didn't look the same as I did back then. My body had grown since Brock last saw me naked.

My hips had filled out more which brought stretch marks. My stomach wasn't as flat as it use to be, mostly from not going to the gym. Even my breasts had somehow grown a bit. I wasn't the dorky teenage girl anymore.

Brock sensed my hesitation and backed up a bit.

"We don't have to." The way he asked permission and now not pushing me made my heart swell.


Maybe this wasn't the smartest idea but I wanted to do this. I wanted one night to forget about both of our pasts, to just be in the moment and enjoy it. Even if Brock left in two weeks. I wanted to live in the here and now.

Grabbing the bottom of my shirt I started pulling it up, my answer to Brock to continue. A second later my shirt was off and thrown in the same direction as his shirt. His eyes left mine and continued down to my bra covered chest and down my stomach.

My cheeks heated at his stare. Feeling self-conscious underneath of him I brought my arms up to cover myself. Hovering above me was basically the hottest guy I have ever seen and I was just...me. Boring, plain me. I knew Brock has been with drop dead gorgeous models and I paled in comparison.

"Don't." Brock spoke, his voice really low. His hands grabbed my wrists to stop me. "So fucking beautiful." He whispered gazing back into my eyes. I warmed at his compliment.

He deeper his head down, lips trailing down my neck to the top of my breasts. I ached underneath my bra and my chest pushed up wanting attention. Fingers moved underneath my and in a matter of seconds my bra was unclasped and being pulled off.

I laid there my top half bare for his eyes to drink in. It had been a long long time since someone has seen me like this. There was only one guy after Brock, I only did it because I wanted to feel something. I didn't feel anything and ended up breaking up with him the next day.

Brock was my first time and I his. We were 16 and just celebrated our first anniversary. He had taken me out on a romantic date and even bought me a beautiful charm bracelet with his initials and jersey number. His house was empty, his parents having gone out of town for a day. One thing lead to another and we did it. It was honestly one of the best nights of my life.

The feel of his mouth on my nipple brought me back. My back arched and my eyes closed at the feeling. He went back and forth between my breasts for a good 5 minutes before continuing his journey down my body.

Both of us were so impatient to get my jeans off that it took an extra minute to slide them off my legs. In a matter of seconds I was completely naked. Brock's eyes raked up and down my form and when he looked at me his blue eyes were almost black. I've never had someone look at me the way he was right now. Almost like he wanted to devour me.

The moment his mouth touched me there I was gone. My fists clenched my bed spread, my head thrown back and eyes closed. Expertly his tongue moved around, knowing exactly what to do. It was nothing like I had experienced before.

In a matter of minutes I was a withering mess underneath of him. Sweat now coated my skin and my hands were now gripping Brock's head tightly against me. My moans echoed around my room and I was thankful no one was home.

Brock didn't stop until I came undone. He pulled away leaving me a sweaty, wet mess, and kissed up my body. I had never felt so good. It took a me a moment to come back down to earth. Brock peppered my neck and chest with kisses until I could finally work my arms.

"Wow." I breathed. Brock chuckled against my chest. Feeling the scrap of his jeans against my bare legs made me realize he was still clothed. Placing my hands on his shoulders he stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. "Your turn."

Now it was my turn to grin and sit up. Brock sat up as well, his naked chest now in clear view for me. My eyes drank in every little thing. A nice 6 pack lined his abdomen, each one prominent and totally lickable. A nice defined V lead into his jeans.


My fingers had a mind of their own, running in-between his pecs down to his abs. When my hand touched the first set of abs they clenched under my touch. Biting my bottom lip I let my fingers roam. I felt every bump and ridge of his abdomen.

Brock's breathing was shallow as he let me do what I wanted. I could feel his eyes on my skin as he watched me. When I finally reached the V that lead to his jeans I looked up at him. Brock leaned down and kissed me once on the lips before sliding off the bed.

I sat there watching as he stood at the end of the bed. His eyes never left mine as he undid the button of his pants before pulling them down. My breath hitched in my throat as I looked away from his face to watch him slip off his boxers.

Like everything else Brock was even better than I remembered. My heart started beating faster in my chest and my thighs clenched together as he came back on the bed. I reached my hand out to touch him but he stopped me.

"We have time for that later." He breathed, the promise clear in his voice. All I could do was nod words stuck in my throat. When he put a bit of weight on his right shoulder I didn't miss the wince on his face.

"Lay down." I instructed. He looked at me with raised eyebrows before doing as I said. Inwardly I grinned. I crawled up his body until I was straddling his waist. The way Brock looked at me made me feel sexy and confident.

Grinding my lower body against his, I brought my head forward towards his. He smirked up at him, his hands once again finding their place at my hips.


"Have to save that shoulder." I whispered, placing kisses along his jawline. Our lower bodies rubbed against one another, making the two of us moan.


"Don't...tease...me." Brock groaned out. Having him right where I wanted him, I reached back and grabbed him in my hand. "Wait. Protection?"

"On the pill." Was all I got out as I rubbed against him.

Below me he grunted as I rubbed him against me. A soft grip on my chin brought my eyes up to his. Smiling softly at me Brock leaned forward and kissed my lips in the sweetest kiss I have ever received. When he slid inside of me the next moment I felt whole for the first time in a long while.