Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
CHARLIE
A LOT OF PRACTICE
I don’t know if I’ve ever been so on edge in my life. I like sex. I always have. It was always fun with the guys I dated.
But now, as I’m standing in my room waiting for Brooks to let Comet out, I don’t know if I can contain the naked desire that is coursing through me.
Desire for Brooks. Because after years of wanting, yearning for this man, he will finally be in my bed.
The front door closing echoes through the house as I hear Brooks give Comet a bone to keep him busy. The soft sound of his footfalls coming closer to my door amps up my desire even more.
The drive home felt endless. By the time Brooks walks into my room and closes the door, I’m crowding him against it and pressing my lips to his.
Hungry. Hard. Heated.
Fisting Brooks’s sweater in my hands, I thrust my leg between his and feel him start to grind down on me .
“Fuck, Charlie.”
I nibble my way down his jaw. Brooks’s cock is already hard against my leg as I smile into his neck.
Because I’m making him feel that way. Me. Charlie.
It’s like every star I ever wished upon—where Brooks and I were together in some alternate universe—is exploding and making this happen.
“You like that?”
“Good. So fucking good,” Brooks moans.
Tugging Brooks’s earlobe between my teeth, I lick the sting away. “There’s a lot more where that came from.”
Brooks grabs my face and pulls me away, keeping me a mere inch from his sexy face. A face that mirrors everything I’m feeling right now.
“Then show me.”
Walking us backward, I spin so I can push Brooks down onto the bed. His tongue darts out, swiping across his lower lip as I take him in.
Brooks Walker is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Not wanting to waste a minute of our time together, I grab the hem of his sweater and pull it off him and let it fall to the floor.
A light smattering of hair dusts his chest. His nipples are already hard as I brush a finger over one then the other.
Brooks’s abs are rock hard as I sit down on his lap and take his cheeks in my hands to kiss him again.
It’s a slow, sensual kiss. Our lips fuse together as our tongues duel for control. My dick is aching in my pants as I slowly rock over Brooks’s own hard length.
Brooks’s hands start to wander, slipping under the hem of my T-shirt. The briefest contact there has me throwing my head back as an inferno races through my body.
“Take it off,” I beg. I want to feel my skin against his.
Until now, all of our make-out sessions have been tame. I wanted to respect Brooks’s need to take it slow. Now, I want to have Brooks buried inside of me.
A sly look comes over his face, then he disappears from view as the fabric covers my eyes before joining his sweater on the floor.
Warm hands drift down my skin. Brooks’s eyes stay locked on his hands, as if he can’t believe he’s touching me like this.
That makes two of us.
Pushing Brooks so he’s lying on the bed, I want to be even closer to him. Standing, I make quick work of shedding the rest of my clothes.
“Eager?” Brooks asks from his spot on the bed.
“Very.” I nod. No sense in lying. With my dick sticking straight out, there’s no hiding how I’m feeling.
I gaze at Brooks as he props up onto his elbows, his hazel eyes raking over my body. Based on the way he licks his lips, I’d say he likes what he sees.
I squeeze my dick to stave off the release I so desperately want with Brooks. It’s an ache to have this man inside of me.
I can’t take it anymore. Grabbing the hem of his sweats, I take his boxers with them, revealing his thick, just-the-right-length cock.
The biggest surprise? Brooks is uncut.
Fuck. Me.
It’s perfect.
“I want to taste you.”
I don’t give Brooks any more warning than that as I draw him into my mouth and swallow him down to the base.
“Fuck!” Brooks thrusts up into my mouth as I smile around him. “Charlie. Holy shit.”
His dick engulfs my entire mouth as I pull off him and flick the head of his dick that peeks out from the foreskin.
“So good.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip of him, then press kisses down one side before licking my way up the other .
“How are you so good at this?” Brooks asks, sinking his fingers into my hair.
“A lot of practice.”
Brooks growls. “I don’t need to know that.”
I pop off him, wiping my mouth. “I’ll let you practice on me if you want.”
Based on his reaction, Brooks likes that idea.
“I want to.”
“Not right now though.” I push Brooks back down as he tries to sit up.
“Why not?”
“I like being on my knees too much for you.”
In fact, it’s my new favorite position as I go back to lavishing his dick with attention.
“I don’t want to come down your throat,” Brooks tells me.
“You don’t?” I ask, sliding off him.
“Not this first time.”
“Then I better get prepped.”
Getting on the bed, I reach across to my nightstand to grab lube and condoms. But before I can do anything else, Brooks stops me.
“Do we need to use condoms?” he asks.
Brooks is sitting up now with one leg bent on the bed.
Going bare with Brooks? It’s almost more than I could hope for. “My last STI tests were negative, and I’m on PReP.”
Brooks nods. “I was negative on my last checkup too. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Soooo…”
Brooks tackles me to the bed. “No condoms then.”
When he lies on top of me, I almost come unglued. Finding the lube, I pop it open and coat my fingers.
Brooks rocks back onto his heels to watch as I work myself open. Each prod of my prostate has my dick leaking even more, creating a mess on my stomach.
He grabs my foot and pushes it back, opening me up even more to him. Brooks stares transfixed as I slide two then three fingers inside of myself.
“Do you know how good you look like this?”
“Tell me.”
Brooks smiles as he wraps a hand around my cock. His movements are slow, but sure. The friction has my hips thrusting up into his tight fist.
“I like feeling you like this. Seeing how much you want me.”
I shake my head. “No. Need you.”
Brooks rolls his hand over the head of my dick and smooths the wetness down my hard length. “So needy for me, Charlie.”
The way he says my name drives me wild. Like he can’t believe he’s here with me either. That we’re actually doing this. I can’t wait another minute.
I toss the lube to Brooks. “I’m ready.”
Brooks uncaps the bottle and pours probably more than needed onto himself. Slicking his dick, he lies over me and notches himself at my entrance.
Oh God. Even feeling the head there is too much for me. I have to take several steadying breaths to keep myself from exploding.
Until Brooks slowly pushes past the tight ring of muscle. I dig my fingers into his back, urging him to keep going.
I pull him down to kiss me, adjusting to his size. Loving the feel of him filling me up so perfectly.
“Move.”
“You sure?” Brooks asks, whispering against my lips.
I give his ass a light smack. “Yes.”
When Brooks pulls out, I lament the loss instantly until he’s thrusting back inside. His moves are unsure at first, but when I pull him down to keep kissing me, he gains confidence.
With each jack of his hips, each brush of his cock against my prostate, a heat moves through me that threatens to burn me from the inside out.
As Brooks moves inside me, our kisses are ravaging. The hunger that hangs between the two of us amps up my desire. I don’t want to come yet. But Brooks is going faster and faster.
Those hazel eyes of his are full of emotion. It has everything mixing inside of me, like a pop bottle shaken, ready to explode.
I still can’t believe this is happening. That this is where Brooks and I are right now. So close to coming together.
“I’m close, Charlie.”
“Oh, God. Me too, Brooks,” I moan. “I might have an obsession with your cock.”
It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m exploding. Cum shoots out of my dick—untouched—as my entire body tightens. It’s then I feel Brooks coming inside of me.
Holy hell. I’ve never felt anything better than this. I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. Doing it with Brooks?
Fuck. I’m coming undone as he continues unloading inside me before collapsing on top of me.
The two of us stay like this, my skin sticky with sweat and cum as we try to catch our breath.
“Obsessed with my dick, huh?” Brooks says against my chest.
“Oh God. It just slipped out.” I start laughing.
“I mean, if you’re obsessed, I’ll make sure you get your fill.”
“Like I am now?”
Brooks shifts, resting his chin on my chest. A happy, soft smile rests on his perfect lips.
“Yes.” I brush a piece of hair off his forehead. “How are you feeling otherwise?”
“Good. Great.”
I press a kiss to his lips before he goes back to resting on top of me. My fingers drag up and down the notches of his spine.
Right now, everything is perfect. So fucking perfect, it has my heart swelling in my chest.
Except…
I’m wrecked. There is no one else that will ever compare to him.
Brooks has always owned my heart. Now he owns my body too. He’s imprinted himself on me in a way that will never be undone.
So much for taking this slow.