Chapter 29
POPPY
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
“Are you okay?” Brookes whispers, his hands still gripping my fleshy hips almost to the point of pain, but it’s a good pain, one I never knew I needed.
I close my eyes, squeezing them tight.
“Poppy?”
Yep, he’s really there. Not my imagination or some hot ass dream.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes, meeting his penetrating blue gaze that cuts through the darkness like steel.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
“I-I think I just…” I glance down, looking between my thighs that are still straddling Brookes’ waist, feeling wetness everywhere. Lifting my gaze, I see his eyebrows tug together.
“You came,” he finishes my sentence.
I nod, frantically, my breath hitching in the back of my throat as my mind reels.
“Poppy?”
I search his eyes.
“Have you—” He snaps his mouth shut, rubbing his lips together a moment before continuing, “You’ve never come before.” It’s more a statement than a question.
My cheeks flame, and the dizzying euphoria coursing through me makes way for stark humiliation, my shoulders instinctively cowering. I shake my head, averting my eyes.
Brookes tucks a finger under my chin, forcing my eyes back to his, his stare so hard and intense it almost feels as if he can see straight through me. “You’re not a—”
“No!” I answer as soon as I see his mouth work around the very first letter of the word.
He releases a breath, his broad shoulders visibly relaxing.
“I just…” I shake my head. “I’ve never.”
Brookes’ gaze dips down momentarily before meeting mine again, one brow quirking curiously as he asks, “Not even… on your own?”
I shake my head quickly, and when he narrows his eyes dubiously, I want to curl in on myself. When a deep crease buries itself between Brookes’ eyebrows, his jaw ticking, I panic because he’s pissed. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to—”
“That asshole never made you come?” he practically spits, interrupting my apology.
My face falls, and I don’t miss the relief that washes through me when I realize his anger isn’t directed at me, but at Simon. I shake my head.
Brookes closes his eyes, exhaling a hard yet steady breath through his nose. When he opens his eyes, there’s a tenderness there, masking the anger. “You trust me?”
I swallow hard, nodding. Because I do trust him. It’s both confusing and confronting how much I trust this man I barely know. “Yes.”
Suddenly, and without warning, Brookes moves, and I am being lifted in the air, like I weigh nothing instead of one hundred seventy-two pounds, all the air ripped from my lungs as he rises to his feet, taking me with him.
“Brookes, put me down!” I gasp. “I’m too heavy—you’re gonna break your damn back!”
Ignoring me, he hitches me higher in his arms with a scoff. “It seems you underestimate me, Pops.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on tight as he carries me through into the bedroom where the drapes are open because that’s how I like to sleep, the sheers letting in a little light, warding off the darkness of night.
Brookes climbs onto the bed, placing me gently onto the mattress, his body looming over mine, strong arms caging me on either side of my head. His pale-blue eyes cut through the muted light, boring into mine.
“I’m going to make you come again,” he says. “On my tongue.”
My eyes blow out wide.
A small smirk tugs the corner of his mouth, clearly amused by my reaction. “Is that okay?”
I suck in a tremulous breath, more than a little desperate for that overwhelming rush again but so, so nervous. “I’ve… I’ve never—”
“I know, baby.” His cocky smirk transforms into a soft, gentle smile as he comes closer, carefully cradling my cheek, lips pressing against my temple in a slow kiss, whispering against my ear, “I’ve got you.”
Between the way he calls me baby and the feel of his lips peppering kisses down the curve of my neck, I’m nodding urgently. When his mouth finds a spot that I didn’t know existed, at the base of my throat, my back arches up off the bed as he licks and sucks, my toes curling because what is that?
“Oh my God,” I sigh out. “Keep doing that.”
“You like that?” Brookes murmurs against me, circling his tongue around and around that one magic spot, sucking and biting as his hand moves from my cheek, trailing downwards, barely grazing my breast through my nightie before continuing down my side and stopping at my hip, holding me firmly, which is when I realize I’ve been writhing almost uncontrollably like a crazed person.
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.
His fingers kneed the flesh of my hip, inching down, closer and closer to where I’m positively throbbing for him. And, as if he can hear my thoughts, his thumb grazes the very edge of my panties, his low, gruff voice whispering, “Does it make this pretty little pussy ache?”
“Yes!” I whine, the neediness in my own voice surprising me.
“Can I slide my hand in your panties?”
I nod embarrassingly fast.
“Words, Pops,” Brookes demands. “I need a yes.”
“Yes,” I husk, clamping my bottom lip painfully between my teeth.
Pressing a soft kiss to my new favorite place at the base of my neck, Brookes lifts his head, his gaze roving my face, watching me so intently as his hand dips under the waist of my panties, so careful and slow, it’s almost excruciating.
When one thick finger drags along my slit before gently nudging between my folds, I stop breathing.
“Fuuuck,” Brookes groans out, burying his face into my neck again, a low growl rumbling through him.
The tip of his finger tickles my most sensitive spot, sending a shudder to surge through me, my thighs clamping around his hand involuntarily.
“Open up for me,” he murmurs against my skin, his tone gruff and demanding.
And, as if I’m not in control of my own body, my legs ease apart.
Lifting his head, Brookes’ glazed eyes find mine again. “That’s a good girl.”
And, I don’t know, but the way he calls me a good girl… I never in my wildest dreams imagined it could be so goddamn sexy. I suddenly want to be a good girl, to hear him call me that again and again.
“You are so damn wet, Poppy,” Brookes mutters, and I can tell because the sounds are amplified through the silence. It’s mortifying. I should be ashamed, but I’m far too needy to care.
“I would love to watch you come, just like this,” he rasps under his breath, watching me as he drags his finger up and down, each pass over my clit causing me to gasp and twitch.
“But I need to taste you so fucking bad.” Arching a brow, he steadies me with an all-consuming stare. “Is that okay? If I taste you?”
“Yes!” I answer quickly, giving him the word he needs. “Please?”
Brookes’ grin is wicked, and I know he loved the added please because his eyes practically dance through the darkness. “Good girl.”
Pushing up onto his knees, Brookes keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slides his hands up and under the hem of my nightie, looping his fingers into the waistband of my panties.
And despite my flaming cheeks, I lift my butt up off the bed, allowing him to drag them slowly down my legs.
He tosses them to the side, and then, wrapping his hand around one ankle, he lifts my leg and positions himself between my legs.
Never once do his eyes abandon mine as his calloused fingers skate up the inside of my thighs and back down again, over and over, inching a touch closer to my throbbing core each time.
It’s delicious torture. I’m practically panting with need.
Shuffling down so he’s lying on his front, Brookes’ voice is low and taunting as he says, “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Pops.”
“Call me baby,” I whisper.
“Noted.” The corner of his lips twitch, but then his gaze drops and I see his mouth part on a breath. “Holy shit, baby…” His eyes lift, looking at me through his lashes. “You are… perfect.”
He touches me, his fingers holding me open to him, and when I feel him blow a cool breath over at my core, I close my eyes. Because it’s everything I never knew I needed, but it’s also degrading as hell having his face literally right there.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes, baby.”
My eyes fly open at the warning tone of his voice, finding him staring up.
“I want you to watch me eat this pretty fucking pussy,” he says, blowing another breath that causes a shudder to rip through me.
“And I want those eyes on me when you come on my tongue.” And then, without warning, Brookes lays his tongue out flat and licks me all the way, paying special attention to my clit.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, my mouth hanging open.
Between the filthy visual of his tongue licking me, the heated look in his heavy-lidded gaze, and the feel of his mouth on me in a way I’ve never experienced, it’s harder than I thought it would be to keep my eyes on him because it’s taking all I have not to let them roll back in my head.
“I knew you’d taste fucking sweet, baby,” he grits out against me, licking my clit over and over with teasing little laps of his expert tongue. It’s both too much and not nearly enough, and I want more. God, I want it all.
My nipples ache, and I have the sudden urge to touch them, rub them, pinch them in some attempt to find some semblance of relief. I trail my hand down, reluctant, grazing one hard bud with my thumb.
“That’s it,” Brookes murmurs against my core, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Touch yourself.”
And it’s while he’s watching me, his gaze searing, his lips and tongue owning every inch of my core, I do touch myself, palming one breast, and then the other, pinching nipples through the silky satin and groaning at the overwhelming sensations.
And all shame and embarrassment has made way for a feeling I’ve never experienced; I’ve never felt so beautiful, so powerful.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” Brookes praises, his tongue circling my clit before he unexpectedly sucks it between his lips, causing me to cry out, every inch of my body on fire.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” He chuckles lowly, eyes sparkling.
“Yes,” I squeak out.
“Want me to do it again?”
“Yes. Please,” I practically mewl.
And he does do it again, his sucks alternating between gentle, hard, and barely there, the bliss that unfurls low in my belly surging like a current through every one of my limbs, that familiar ball of tension at the base of my spine threatening to unravel.
I want it so bad, but I also don’t want whatever it is to end.
“Is this okay?” Brookes ask, and I feel the tip of his finger circling my entrance.
I bite down on my bottom lip, swallowing around the ball of uncertainty lodged in my throat before nodding once.
Brookes continues lavishing every part of my core with lips and sucks, and that, combined with the slight pinch of his thick finger pushing inside of me, is too much in the best kind of way.
“Fuck, you’re so tight…” he grits out. “Relax, baby.”
I breathe out, looking him in his eyes.
“That’s it. Good girl.” He slides his finger all the way in, slowly pulling it out before it returns, and holy shit.
“Ohmygod,” I pant out.
“You like that, huh.” His eyes smile at me when he curls his finger deep inside, just enough to make me see stars.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I sob.
“I’m gonna make you come now,” Brookes murmurs, wrapping his arms around my thighs, holding me open even more as he nestles in a little closer. “Is that okay?”
“Yes!” I moan. “Oh, God, please.”
With a low chuckle that vibrates through my core and all the way through me, Brookes wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, his finger pumping in and out of me, hitting a deep and delicious spot with each pass, and that, combined with the way his eyes are staring at me so intensely, is enough to make me go off with a scream that doesn’t even sound like me.
“Oh, fuck! Brookes!” I cry out, my hips bucking shamelessly against his face.
He doesn’t let up, growling his own throaty groan as he buries into me despite my legs trying so hard to clamp shut at the overwhelming sensation, my whole body quaking as wave after wave of unrelenting bliss tears through me.
I’m not sure if I black out or maybe my soul leaves my body for a few seconds, but when I come to, Brookes is hovering over me, his hooded gaze staring down with a look I’ve never seen before.
His lips and chin glisten with what I can only imagine is my release, but I’m not embarrassed or ashamed; it’s all sorts of hot, if I’m honest.
“You good, baby?” he rasps, gently cupping my cheek, the pad of his thumb trailing the curve of my bottom lip. And it’s his words, the baby, and the tender tone that has my racing heart tugging in my chest.
I manage a nod, unable to find my voice or words to respond.
With a knowing smile, Brookes dips down, his lips pressing against mine. And although I can taste myself, this kiss is more than just a kiss. This kiss might just be a little bit of everything.