Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
brOCK
I stand in front of her, giving her all of it. Not keeping one thing from her because I did that once, and I’m never, ever doing that again. Knowing it might be too much, knowing she already left me once without looking back. Knowing this time it might actually kill me. Each second feels like a lifetime. She looks down at her hands, and she tries to hide her smile, but she can’t. “Are we going to make out before or after dinner?”
The minute she says the words, I’m halfway to her. “The question is, couch or bed?” I don’t wait for her to answer. Instead, one hand wraps around her waist, pulling her to me, the other hand goes to the side of her head, tilting it before my mouth slams down on hers. We both let go of a moan, both moans swallowed by each other’s mouth. Our tongues go around and around. “Decide?” I urge her, walking her back toward the couch or the bedroom.
“Bedroom,” she finally replies. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around my waist, her mouth going back to mine as I make my way to my bedroom.
She kisses me as soon as I walk into the bedroom. “Not to be a total Debbie Downer,” she says, “but”—she looks at me and then the bed—“just so we’re safe.”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone but you for the last six months,” I begin to tell her and I see the relief wash over her face, “and I never brought them here. You’re the only woman I have had in that bed.” I motion to the bed, leaving out she’s the only one I want in the bed. One thing at a time.
She slides her legs off my hips, planting them right on the floor. “Same,” she says, and I don’t want to think of her with someone else. Her hands go to my shirt, lifting it up over my head, before she gets on her tippy-toes and kisses me again. My hand goes to the hem of her shirt and lifts it up over her head. My hands come up to cup her tits in the lace bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her nipples pebble and tighten, waiting to be sucked. My hands push down the cups viciously, before I take one in my mouth. I roll the other nipple with my forefinger and thumb before pinching it. “Brock,” she moans my name, her hand running into my hair as my head moves from one nipple to the next. “You know what this does to me,” she says, and I do know. I know every single thing about her. I know when I suck her nipples, she needs me to rub her clit at the same time, but I’ve made her come a handful of times just by sucking her nipples. “I want you naked,” she states, pushing down my shorts and gasping when my cock springs free. “Hmm.” She licks her lips and I shake my head.
“I need you on my lips first,” I say and her eyes gloss over; she knows exactly what I need. I slip her jeans over her hips, down to her ankles, and then wait for her to step out of them. When she does, I kiss her pussy through her panties. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.” She turns to walk toward my bed, her hand coming up to the back where her bra is and unclipping it, so it falls to the floor. She puts one knee on the bed and crawls to the middle of it, turning around and looking at me.
“Before you get my pussy on your tongue”—she sits back on her feet, before kicking her feet out and lying down—“I want your cock down my throat.” I close my eyes as my hand goes to my cock, fisting it. It is throbbing to get into her. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, fucking anywhere. “You going to join me?” she asks. I open my eyes and the five seconds I had to calm down did nothing when I see her with her feet on the bed and her knees up, as she moves them side to side.
I walk over to the bed and lie down beside her. “It’s not fair that you still have your panties on,” I declare as she puts one knee between my own and holds herself up by my side before she bends to kiss me. Her tongue slides into mine as my hands go to her bare ass, thanks to the thong she’s wearing. She moves her hips back and kneels in the middle of one leg, making me sit up and twirl my tongue around her nipple before she pushes my chest so I can lie back down. She wastes no time moving down and gripping my cock in her hand. I can’t help but hiss out when she swallows the head into her mouth. My eyes watch her suck it in and then let it go. She gets on her hands and knees as she swallows the head of my cock into her mouth again, her hand working with her mouth. “Fuck, baby,” I mutter when she looks into my eyes as she bends to take one of my balls into her mouth, sucking it softly. Her eyes never leave mine as she licks up the shaft, all the way to the tip—licking my cock like it’s a lollipop—before taking half of it in her mouth. She closes her eyes, trying to take me all the way to the back of her throat. “That’s it, baby.” I lift my hips to go deeper into her throat. “Open up for me.” She moans as I push to the back of her throat, fucking her mouth like I would her pussy. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat,” I warn her and she opens, her eyes looking up at me. “You want that?” I ask, knowing that look.
Her mouth lets go of my cock, but her hand doesn’t let up, gripping me even tighter. “I want you to show me how much you missed me.” She sucks the head in. “Show me how much you missed my mouth.” She takes me all the way down to the root, gagging a bit. “Paint every single part of me that you missed with your cum.” She sucks me back into her mouth. “My mouth.” She lets me go, repeating the movements. “My tits.” I groan, my cock getting bigger in her hand. “My pussy.” I have to close my eyes, but I’m fixated on watching her. “My back,” she moans, and I can see her hand playing with herself. “My ass.” That’s all it takes, the visual of fucking her ass, and I groan again.
“I’m—” I start to say, but her mouth has already covered my cock, and I’m shooting in the back of her throat. Her hand works with her mouth to drain every last drop from me.
“That was—” I say when my cock plops from her mouth, and she looks at me with a sly smile on her lips. She crawls to me, and I bend to leave my mark on her. A mark that I had left all the time. Right next to her nipple, close to her heart. “I want you to lie down in the middle of the bed and spread your legs for me.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She moves around me, my hands catching the lace of her panties, and they rip off, and she gasps. “I see we’re starting this again,” she retorts, trying to sound annoyed, but there is a twinkle in her eyes. I used to rip at least one pair of panties a week off her, so many that when we were starting to make out, and it was about to get even hotter and heavier, she would take off her panties in the middle of it to save them.
“I can’t talk,” I inform her as she lies down and opens her legs, “my mouth is full.” I suck her pussy into my mouth, and her taste is like euphoria. She is my drug; a drug I didn’t know I was addicted to until now. A drug I know now I will never get over. “Fuck.” I slide my tongue into her, tasting her sweetness before licking to her clit.
“Brock.” She runs her hands through my hair, pulling it in her fisted hand.
“You like that?” I ask, knowing full well she likes when I play with her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Her back comes off the bed. “Baby.” I kiss the inside of her thigh at the same time I rub two fingers up her slit, getting them wet before I slide one into her. Her pussy immediately tightens on my finger. “Baby”—I look up at her as I slide another finger into her—“you like that?”
“Yes,” she pants out as I move my fingers in and out of her. “Right there.”
“Oh, I know,” I assure her, feeling her G-spot and curling my fingers up. “I know this pussy better than you do.” I bite her clit, pulling my fingers out of her, and she cries out, grabbing my wrist to put my fingers back. “Such a greedy girl,” I tease her. She opens her eyes as I lick my pinky and then move back down, her eyes on my fingers as I slide it into her ass. She hisses out and opens her legs more. “Your pussy is greedy.” I slide two fingers into her pussy at the same time my pinky fingers her ass. “Your ass is even greedier.”
“Make me come,” she begs. “I need to come.”
“Your wish,” I say, finger-fucking her hard, “is my command.” I move my fingers in and out of her. “You are getting so close.” I suck her clit in as I watch her move her hands to her tits, where she rolls her nipples.
“Need you to fuck me,” she pants. “I need your cock.” She lifts her hips. “Need to feel full.” She rotates her hips. “Make me feel full,” she begs. “Only your cock is going to do.”
“You are going to have to lose my fingers,” I say, and she groans out in frustration, knowing she’ll lose my fingers.
“Need your cock more,” she pleads but holds my hand, “but I need you to fuck me hard.”
“Is that so?” I smirk, my fingers still playing with her pussy. “I think I can do that.”
She nods at me as I pull my fingers out of her, crawling up between her legs with my cock in my hand. I look at her and see she’s moved one hand down and she has her two middle fingers in her, fucking herself. Her eyes are on my cock and not on me. “You want my cock, you are going to have to get your fingers out of there,” I state, leaning down and taking her nipple into my mouth. I let go of her nipple, taking my cock and slapping her clit with it, and she knows I’m ready to slide into her. It was code when we were together all those years ago. She moves her legs back, slides her fingers out, and in one thrust I’m buried balls deep. Her pussy comes as soon as I enter her. She comes on my cock, almost choking it to death. “Fuck, baby, I can’t even move.”
“You better fuck me hard,” she hisses as she moves her fingers to her clit and moves it side to side. “None of this soft bullshit.”
I laugh as I pull out until the tip of my cock, and then slam into her. “Yes, like that,” she cheers, “but you can do it harder.”
“I can.” I slam into her, her wetness leaking out of her and down my balls. “But I want to get deeper.” I take her leg and place it over my shoulder and then pound into her. She screams when I do that. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she confirms. “More.” I fuck her with everything I have. “I’m there again.”
“I know.” That is the only thing I say, my eyes watching her pussy swallow my cock. “All you have to do is watch.” I look down and see her doing the same. “Greedy pussy,” I say, and she moves her hips up to meet me. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, I’m coming!” she shouts, closing her eyes as I fuck her through her orgasm. “You going to come in my pussy or my mouth?”
“Pussy now, mouth later.” I plant myself all the way inside her, shooting into her, pulling out, and shooting again. My head goes back as I roar out her name, “Everleigh!”