Wrong Never Felt So Right

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Things were going rather well for the sole son of Aurora Blake and Marcus Kane. He had a well ranking job, especially for his young age. He had a father who was extremely respected. A mother who had a strong reputation as a woman of strength. And a girlfriend who also happened to be Bellamy's best friend. The latter was perhaps the only slightly complexity of his life . . . considering that he was not permitted to engage in physical relations with someone who was his subordinate. But he didn't care. Neither did Braeden. Well, they cared enough to not tell anyone of their relationship . . . but they didn't care enough to stop it. His feelings for her went far deeper than what he had felt for anyone else.

He knew how it was defined, and he wasn't about to let her go anytime soon . . . even if it did place a risk on their lives and positions. Not to mention how angry his father would be to find out. But that wasn't what was running through Bellamy's mind right now. Instead, he was thinking about spending an evening with her, and knew the perfect excuse for it. Everyone was gathered in the training room, unwinding from the lessons of the day. "Hey, Quinn," he called to her when she was close enough to hear so that he didn't have to yell or even raise his voice. "Football game is on tonight. Want to come over tonight and watch it?" He had no interest in the recorded game that was aired at certain times. It was more about the excuse that it was on. Though, he knew full well that neither of them would be paying attention to the game. They had far more . . . enjoyable activities to partake in with each other.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden stopped off the book she had been using and looked up at Bellamy Kane, with a raised eye brow. He had just called out her last name, and she replied with her expected reply of "Yes, Sir?" thought the words were not overly formal--at least not here. Respectful, yes, but nor formal. In the training courses, they had a more casual feel to them. If she was out working--WHEN she was out working, if he spoke to her it was a formal 'yes sir'. "Football game is on tonight. Want to come over tonight and watch it?" This was the source of her raised brow.

Everyone knew they were best friends, and had been close since they were kids--it was expected that they often hung out to watch the game. No one thought anything of it. Sometimes other joined them, but most the time they didn't--because Braeden hated football. She pretended to love it, but Bellamy knew she hated it. Since he was talking to her like a friend, she returned her words like a friend, "Why, you gonna cry when the Knights beat you again?" She teased, knowing he would know what that meant. If she teased him back in any way, even if she said she wasn't sure--then she was coming, and planned to 'come' while there. If she just told him no, flat out, then it meant she really wasn't coming.

However before she could answer, another voice came from behind her. 'Or you could join the Knight fans at a real party,' The voice said, and Braeden--knowing that only Bellamy could see, rolled her eyes. Shumaway was older, and while not old enough to be her father, he was old enough that she knew without trying that they'd have nothing in common. He wasn't her direct officer so it didn't make it illegal, but it did make it questionable--which was another reasons he always politely told him no. "I'd rather watch Blake's face when my team wins." She said without turning to look at him.

Braeden loved Bellamy, and she was aware of that. While they had not expressed it in words, she hoped he knew how she felt--however, as Bellamy was her direct supervisor they could tell no one what they were doing. Or how they felt. For one both their careers would end! Two, it could get Bellamy floated! If they thought he had been prompting her based on sex, or telling her things she wasn't classified to know then he would be floated.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Sir. He knew why Braeden had to call him that, and he sometimes teased her for it too. They couldn't let anyone else know or even get the idea that he and Braeden were anything more than friends. They seemed to be keeping up appearances rather well, for even Bellamy's own parents didn't know about it. He gave a sarcastic smile at her words, thuogh before he could answer, Shumway was there to offer a snide remark. He wasn't fond of the guy. Especially whenever he tried to make a move on Braeden. Bellamy knew better than to get into fights and such, so he often used rank instead -- which was the best way to teach him a lesson.

"Speaking of parties, you're chaperoning the maquerade tonight, Shumway," he informed him, unable to hide a slight gleam in his eyes over the order. It was Bellamy's duty after all to make sure someone was going to be chaperoning that dance. Usually it was cadets, but they needed to have a higher ranking officer there too. Shumway was it; he was an officer, an ass of a one, but still an officer. With a satsfied smile he turned back to Braeden. "We'll see about that Quinn," he said,r referring back to her teasing remark about the game. "We may have to put money on it." Except not really. But the game wasn't going to be the focus of the night. Just the excuse to get her over. "Don't be late," he added on, and with that, turned to finish up his duties for the day before he would be able to enjoy his night off with the woman he loved.

[Braeden Quinn]

Bellamy gave an order to Shumway and Braeden felt her lips twich in a smile, but she still dind't turn to facve him so she had no idea of his reaction. "We'll see about that Quinn," Bellamy teased, "We may have to put money on it." She wanted to add a comment about 'five bucks says I will end up on top' but that was a good way to get people to take notice of the happenings between them, so in stead she just shook her head, as if rolling at her at him. "Don't be late," "I'm never late!" She tossed back before turning and giving a nod to Shumway and walking out herself.

She would end up knocking on Bellamy's door a few minutes early. It was funny how a football game mean cleaning up her girl parts. Since Bellamy knew she was coming, she punched the code, and walked in--the knock only letting him know she was about too. "You ready to get your ass kicked?" She teased, since their were people in the hall, as she shut the door--however the second it closed, and they were behind the door were no one could see, the game changed.

Grabbing his shirt she pulled him toward her, and parted her lips for a kiss! It was only a half second alter that she felt her back against the door, and one of her legs lifted slightly to wrap around his leg, thus holding him closer.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

When he heard a knock at the door, Bellamy made his way toward it, assuming it was Braeden. She knew the code to his place -- as it saved time from her having to wait out in the hallway. Moments after she knocked, she proceeded to enter. It was a good warning to have, just in case someone was over unexpectadly -- like his mother or father or his grandmother . . . damn, that would be bad. But tonight, it was just her and him. Something he quite liked and often looked forward to. She asked if he was ready to get his ass kicked and he smirked at the comment.

Before he had a chance to answer, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. He immediately responded, deepening it instantly as he moved forward, pressing her back against the wall. He moved her legs so that he was properly situated between them. His lips hungrily moved against hers, taking in her delicious taste and the amazing sensation of her lips. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, hurriedly pulling it off her head which caused them to break the contact of their lips for one second, but Bellamy wasted no time in reclaiming them. His chest was pressed against hers as her back was against the door. They really didn't waste any time . . . further proved by the hasty actions of his hands going to the fastening of her pants to undo them.

[Braeden Quinn]

Bellamy pulled at her shirt, and she wasn't sure where it landed once it was free from her, but nor did she care--for her own hands were also working his shirt off as well! Their first times were often fevered, but it made it no less fun! And sex with Bellamy was fun! Different every time, and she always exploded around him. "I thought of you fucking me during training--I may have missed something important." She teased, knowing she damn well didn't miss anything important, but that she wanted him thinking of her thinking of him, the next time he was giving intrusion to the others.

She tossed his shirt away, and sucked in her belly when he when to work on her pants, thus giving him room to pull open the buttons. Her hands moved to his hair, and she ruffled it up, causing it to fall around his forehead in curls--she loved his curled! She liked messing it up and making him walk around the rest of the day like that! It was the perfect bed head look! Her hand went tot he back of his neck and she pulled him closer to kiss her, while she wiggled her legs to let her pants fall to the ground. Her boots had not been laced, instead just tucked in the laces--knowing it would be easier to kick them off when she got here. "I've been wet for hours." She teased him between kisses.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had no objection to her starting to remove his shirt. Hell, he wanted it off so that he could properly feel her body against his. It caused them to break the contact of their lips once more but as soon as it was off, he picked up right where they left off. The barrier of clothing was removed for both of them, at least on their upper bodies, as they were not working on removing the lower ones.

"Doesn't matter," he spoke against her lips as she told him that this was what she was thinking of during training. "I'll fill you in." His words were a bit of a tease, considering he intended to fill her not with information but with something else entirely. Once the fastening on her pants was undone, he eagerly pushed them down, assuming she would kick off the rest of them as he didn't want to stray too far from her lips. He was enjoying the passionate embrace far too much. Her hand ruffled his hair, which was often a playful battle between the two of them.

He wore it slicked back to look more professional . . . she liked it untamed. Plus, he always loved the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He recalled the very first time she had done it when they were sixteen and sharing their first time together. Her words distracted him from that, causing his own ache to intensify as he heard of how in need she was. He pulled down her underwear, his hand tucking between her legs as if needing proof of her words.

"You could be more so," he said teasingly, as if it was a taunt. But truth be told, he needed her. Badly. There would be time for more teasing later. Right now, he just needed to be inside of her. "Damn it, Quinn," he cursed, nipping her lip a little as he undid his own pants. He slightly lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. "If I didn't need you so bad, I'd see how much wetter I could get you," he taunted. Later though. With that in mind, he guided himself to her, pushing inside of her and thus, pressing her harder against the cool metal of the wall.

[Braeden Quinn]

"Doesn't matter, I'll fill you in." He teased and she let out a short laugh at his words, enjoying that he always played along! They could be serious, but they enjoyed being fun at times too! Speaking of serious, his words of "You could be more so," along with how his hands were teasing her, left her laugh turning into her breathing turning deeper, and quicker. She needed him,t he ache had been there all day, and it had been something she constantly thought about--Bellamy. Bellamy and his penis! Mostly the man.

"Damn it, Quinn," Her heart jumped at his tone, knowing what he was going to say before he said it, and loving that he felt just as needy as her! "If I didn't need you so bad, I'd see how much wetter I could get you," That thought was both perfect and frightening--because it meant he would be tormenting her later! "These are not the same panties I wore today," She teased, "I've had to change th--" Her word ended with a groan as he pushed into her, filling her with his thickness, and stretching her! Yes! This was what she loved! The feel of him inside her! Her head tried to fall back but it just softly banged the wall! From where she was she could not take control, and it forced her to ride to his rhythm! Her finger nails drug into his skin, and she had to force her head to moving back so she could look into his eyes while he took her, "You are bigger then you were at 16," She teased, gasping a breathy sound as he picked up rhythm!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt a light smirk form on his face when she teased the fact that she had changed her underwear. "Where are your other ones?" He teased back, though he wasn't too caring of it. As long as she wasn't wearing any right now. That was what mattered. He loved hearing the way her words cut off due to their actions. And the way her nails dug into his back. It didn't hurt. It was a pleasurable sensation that he welcomed -- and one that sometimes, he would have to make sure he kept a shurt on around others for at least a few days.

He didn't exactly want others to see the expression of love from Braeden. That was something reserved specifically for them, and he'd much like to keep it that way. She looked at him, as he returned her gaze, pushing into her again, and again. Her comment made that slight smirk disappear, aware that it would have been more evident had he not been so consumed with what their current actions were causing him to feel. "I would hope so," he playfully commented. He sure as hell hoped that he was bigger than he was at 16.

Otherwise . . . well, it wouldn't be a good thing if his body was physically the same as it was at that age. "You're not that different," he joked. "Your nails got longer though," he further teased, a reference to her digging into him now, as he had felt the sensation for the first time the night they had both lost their virginity. It was getting more and more difficult to form words as he moved quicker and deeper inside of her, pressing her harder against the wall as his lips went to her neck, teasing the skin between his teeth to help stifle sounds of pleasure from escaping his lips.

[Braeden Quinn]

"You're not that different," he joked. "Your nails got longer though," She laughed slightly--as best as she could with the mounting orgasm--but her fingers ran over his skin to sooth away what she didn't know she was doing! Her nails were short, but she had more strength behind them. "And I've filled out more, in case you fa---failed to no--notice my boobs!" She teased back, her breath catching after a strong thrust! It was growing harder to speak, as she was working on breathing, and thinking wasn't something her body was focused on right now!

With each thrust she felt herself growing closer, and closer! Her body tightening around him. If he said anything after she teased him with her breast she wasn't sure, as everything hit her and hit her HARD! She had been turned on for hours, and every step she took teased her, and then when he attacked her, and teased her, and now was pounding her, she felt overwhelmed! Her body jerked under his, and clamped down on him tighten, while her hands pressed into his, and she felt her body become painful, before the pain broke into one of the hardest orgasms she had had to date, with her wetness creating a bit of a mess over his hips and legs and floor.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy would have commented on her tease, had he not felt himself growing so close to his release. He would bring back his appreciation for her physical development later on. Not right tihs second. He felt himself throb within her and with how often they had engaged in such activities . . . they often fell in sync. This was no exception. With a final thrust he let out a groan of sheer pleasure as he released himself into her . . . and she released a lot out of her.

Which, he only took as a compliment. When he was able to think enough to recognize it. He relaxed his shoulders, his head resting against her neck as his chest heaved from the vigorous activities they had just engaged in against the wall. His hands eased on her legs, slowly releasing them so that she could stand firmly on the ground. Meanwhile, he was trying to keep his own legs stable as he felt utterly consumed by the pleasurable ecstasy that followed their actions.

He didn't know how long it took for himself to be pulled back into the present though he continued to bask in the aftermath. But soon enough, he drew his head back to look at her through heavily lidded eyes, noticing the wetness on him, and the floor. "You're gonna help me clean this up, right?" He teasingly question. He moved his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, ardently. "You can start with cleaning it off of me," he said suggestively.

[Braeden Quinn]

Slowly the world came back to her. It took a moment but everything was slowly fading back in from the bright nothingness of her climax. When she could think, she felt him lower her legs tot he ground and she locked her knees to remain standing. He teased her about cleaning the mess up, and she groaned, moving to hide her face into his chest. That was slightly embarrassing! Then he continued, clearly pleased with himself, suggesting she clean up him. Looking down between them without pulling away she looked at his member before rolling her head to look back up at him with a self pleased smile on her face. "You're so smug," She teased with a laugh.

Her arms were around his rib, and she stepped forward--thus pushing him back--so they could begin moving toward another surface that would be cleaner. When his back touched touching--and she didn't look away from his eyes to see what stopped him--she tilted her head to keep eye contact and place a kiss on his chest. "How do I even know you can go again so soon?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He smirked at her reaction to his tease, completely agreeing that he was smug about it. He felt smug. As he had already acknowledged, he took this as quite the compliment. She then began to move him back, stepping forward until he felt the edge of the cool metal of his table touch his back, causing them to both stop their movements. His hands went to her behind, each one cupping a cheek as he caressed the perfect form of it, the smirk remaining on his face. The light kiss on his chest made him want her all over again, finding he could never get enough of her.

While at times he didn't recover quite as quickly as she did . . . the desire he felt for her was perpetual. He titlted his head toward her ear, gently nipping her earlobe. "Why don't you do something to find out?" He asked with that same tone of auggestive teasing. "Or better yet . . . " His hands moved to her waist, turning their positions around and lifting her a bit so that she was seated on the edge of his table as he stood in front of her, already parting her legs to properly stand between them. "Let me." Do something to find out. Really, it was just the playful dominance they often teased each other with, and he quite enjoyed it. With his words he leaned forward to hungrily capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

[Braeden Quinn]

He turned her, while teasing her about trying to find out. Braeden laughed as he sat her up on the table, thus giving her an easier time of kissing him. He was between her knees and Braeden tightened then around his hips. "Maybe I know you well enough to know the answer," Which was true--while women naturally bounces back quicker the men, Bellamy had always been ready for round two with ease! It made their marathon nights unbelievable! She would brag tot he girls if they were allowed to talk about things--which they weren't!

While they had never spelled out what they were--Braeden knew they both knew how the other felt. They didn't say it with words but in touches, and kisses (like the one he was giving her now). Her hands moved up his arms and over his shoulders, to then skim up his neck and into his beloved hair! Her fingers locked into the curls, as she returned his playing bossing with her own!

"I thought you wanted me to clean you?" She asked breathlessly, as a tease. Though one she would gladly do, as the idea of him in her mouth was never a bad one! With some guys it was gross, but with Bellamy it turned her on as well--the sight of his face, the sounds he made, and how she knew just the right places to tease him to make him get to the edge . . . . . she loved watching him loos control! "Or did you get distracted by the sight of a naked girl?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She teased him about knowing the answer, and it was getting increasingly difficult to focus with the way she was moving her hands over him before they rested in his hair -- something that he had always loved and a sensation he never grew tired of. She then referenced his words, the smirk remaining in place as he had suggestively toyed with the idea of her cleaning him. It was her latter spoken words that confirmed what he would do next. He gave a half chuckle at the mere suggestion of getting distracted by a naked woman . . . though she was indeed very distracting.

"Well apparently, said naked woman has developed quite a bit since she was 16," he teased, going back to their earlier conversation that had been put on hold so that they could fully enjoy their actions. He moved forward until her back was against the table as his upper half hovered over her. "Especially in certain regions." His lips slowly moved from being aligned with hers, creating a trail of kisses down her neck, over her collar bone and then to her chest region. He first moved to the groove between before his mouth captured one of her breasts, suckling it.