Chapter 41 #2
Brookes watches my reactions, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, his fingers pinch into the soft skin at my thigh in a pain that offsets the pleasure that’s barreling through me with every pass of his tongue.
“Brookes!” I cry out, tugging at his hair, shamelessly grinding against his face.
He growls, burying his face deeper and drawing more and more out of me.
“Oh, I’m coming again!” I groan, holding on to whatever I can as another orgasm rolls through me.
This one is nowhere near as powerful as the last one but still enough to have my body thrashing and jerking unabashedly, Brookes holding me wide open and wringing my body of every last ounce of bliss before I collapse and sag against the wall.
“C’mere, baby, I got you.” Brookes wraps me in his arms, lifting me like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed, placing me onto the pillowtop mattress.
Illuminated only by the dim light of the moon shining in through the windows, I watch him as he watches me while purposely unfastening every button on his shirt excruciatingly slowly.
Shrugging out of his shirt, he pops the button of his pants, his eyes still cutting through the darkness, never once straying from mine as he pushes his pants down, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
When he loops his fingers into the waist and shoves them down, my mouth falls open at the sight of his huge dick springing free, so long and thick, and I can’t help but press my thighs together almost subconsciously because I still don’t believe that thing will come close to fitting inside me.
Brookes climbs onto the end of the bed, almost crawling up the mattress toward me like a lion stalking its prey, that thing bobbing almost aggressively with every inch he comes closer.
My heart hammers hard in my chest, my stomach knotting, and when he gently places a hand on my knee in an effort to coax my thighs apart, I instinctively squeeze them a little tighter together, shaking my head once.
Brookes pauses, holding his hands up in the air. “Shit. Sorry, baby. Too much?”
My heart splits when I realize what he’s thinking. “No. No, it’s not—” I snap my mouth shut, suddenly mortified.
“What is it, Pops?” he whispers, softly rubbing his palm up and down my leg. “Talk to me.”
“I’m… I’m scared.”
“Poppy,” Brookes says, his voice suddenly laced with seriousness. He steadies me with an imploring look when I force myself to meet his eyes. “I promise I won’t ever do anything to hurt you. You’re safe with me, remember?”
I swallow around the lump in my throat. “I know… it’s not… that… I-I just I-I—” I huff a frustrated groan, covering my eyes as I admit on a rushed exhale, “I’m scared it’s too big!”
“Baby, I promise you,” Brookes says with a low chuckle, gently tugging on my wrist and pulling my hand away, forcing my eyes to his. “I promise you it’s not too big.”
My gaze flits down to his dick, and I arch a dubious eyebrow, meeting his eyes again.
“I mean… fuck yeah, it’s big.” He grins cockily and I roll my eyes. But then he continues, “But it’s not too big. I promise you that.”
“Besides,” he says, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine, cupping my cheek to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth and finding mine, eliciting a breathy moan from the back of my throat, my thighs inching apart.
“With the way this pussy is dripping,” he continues, pecking the corner of my mouth, his hand gently skating up the inside of my thigh.
“You’re gonna feel so good when I finally slide inside of you, baby. I fucking promise you.”
When Brookes slides his tongue inside my mouth in the filthiest way, I groan, feeling his thumb graze over my sensitive clit, my body twitching at the contact.
“Okay,” I moan into our kiss.
“Is that a yes?” he mutters against my lips, rubbing my clit again. “I need your yes, baby.”
“Yes!” I cry out.
“Good girl,” Brookes murmurs, pulling away to meet my eyes with another earnest look. “But remember. Just say the word, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
I nod, smiling as I say the word, “Megalodon.”
He grins, pressing a chaste kiss to my mouth.
“Do you want me to get condom?” Brookes asks, wrapping a hand around the base of his rock-hard length and stroking it a couple of times. And I remember he told me that he was tested when he was in rehab, and he hasn’t been with anyone since then. And, I trust him wholeheartedly.
I swallow hard, realizing this is actually happening, and shaking my head, I tell him, “No. I’m on birth control. And I was tested after—” I don’t want to say it. I can’t.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, and I relax, nodding again.
Brookes groans, his hand wrapping around the back of my head and pulling me closer to claim my lips once more. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, baby,” he murmurs into my mouth, sealing his promise with another filthy kiss.
And, laying back, I wrap my arms around his neck as he positions himself between my thighs, staring into my eyes in a way that I’ve never been looked at before, in a way that makes me realize this is so much more than just sex.