17. Dante #2
"Come here and sit your pretty ass on my dick, Petal," I say with absolute conviction.
"I want to be surrounded in your warmth until I'm painting your insides.
I want you to smell like me, both inside and out.
" The words escape me like a secret, whispered into his ear.
I love sharing him with Levi and Hero, but this is my golden time of day.
"Fuck yes, Dante." Brookes breathes out, his eyes glittering with lust. "I'm already wet for you, baby."
Lifting my hips, he helps me slide my shorts down just enough to expose my dick. Wrapping my arms around his waist, Brookes grabs my length and guides himself down on me until he's sitting on my thighs.
"God, Dante. Fuck," he says, the words escaping his lips like a secret as he allows himself to adjust to me. His eyes flutter closed, and I can feel every inch of him, clenching and releasing around me, drawing me deeper into his warmth.
"Take what you need from me, Petal." I say, not moving an inch. I want him to decide when he wants to move, to set the pace that brings him the most pleasure. My hands roam over his back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin against mine.
He's slow at first, torturing me, rolling his hips languidly. Each movement sends a wave of pleasure crashing through me, building and building until I'm practically begging him for more. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's holding back, drawing out the moment for both of us.
"You're trying to kill me, Brookes." I pant, my voice ragged with need. My fingers dig into his hips, urging him on, but he takes his time, drawing out the pleasure until I'm aching with it.
"No, I'm trying to love you, Dante," he says reverently, his voice a low murmur against my ear.
Then he rises, slowly, until just my tip is left inside of him.
I can feel the anticipation building in my gut.
He slams down, taking me deep inside him, a scream of pleasure escaping his lips as he does.
The sound echoes around us and I can feel his body trembling with the force of it.
"Dante," he moans, his voice a sweet melody that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his slick, hot and wet, coating my dick, making each thrust smoother, more intense. He's tight, so fucking tight, and the way he clenches around me, it's like he's trying to milk me dry.
I grip his hips, my fingers digging into his soft flesh. I want to leave marks, reminders of this moment, of us. He leans forward, his hands planted firmly on my chest, his nails digging into my skin. The bite of them only serves to heighten my pleasure, a stark contrast that makes my heart race.
"You feel so good, Petal," I growl, my voice barely recognizable. I'm lost in him, in the sensation of our bodies joined together, in the scent of roses and sex that permeates the air. It's intoxicating, addictive, and I never want to come down from this high.
His pace quickens, his breath coming in short gasps. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, a frantic rhythm that matches my own. He's close, so close, and I want to see him fall apart. I want to watch him shatter and know that I'm the one who did that to him.
Spitting into my palm, I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his dick.
He's hard and leaking, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
I stroke him in time with his movements, my grip firm and steady.
His moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel his body tensing, coiling like a spring ready to snap.
"Cum for me, Brookes," I command, my voice a low rumble. "Let me see you come undone."
With a cry that echoes around us, he cums, his body convulsing as his release spills over my hand.
The sight of him, the feel of him, the sound of him, it's too much.
I follow him over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire.
I fill him, marking him, claiming him, until there's nothing left but the two of us, panting and spent.
We stay like that for a while, our bodies still joined, our hearts still racing. His head rests on my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. I can feel his heartbeat slowing, his body relaxing, and I know that he's content, safe, loved.
Eventually, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. There's a softness in his gaze. It's a gift, a treasure, and I cherish it more than he'll ever know.
"You're a mess, Te," he says, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through both of us. "I'm your mess, Petal."
He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And don't you forget it."
As we clean up, the air between us is light, playful.
It's a stark contrast to the intensity of our lovemaking, but it's a welcome one.
This is what I love about Brookes, he's not just one thing, one emotion.
He's a complex tapestry of strength and vulnerability, sass and sweetness, fire and ice.
I'm the lucky bastard who gets to explore every inch of that tapestry.
But as we settle back onto the lounger, his body tucked against mine, I can feel the tension creeping back into his muscles. I know what he's thinking about New York.
"Talk to me, Petal," I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."
He sighs, his breath warm against my skin. "I'm just. . .I'm scared, Dante. I'm scared that I'll freeze up, that I'll panic, that I'll make a fool of myself. I'm scared that I'll let everyone down, Charlotte, her guys, you, Hero, Levi. . ."
His voice trails off, and I can feel the fear radiating off him like a physical force. It breaks my heart to see him like this, to know that he's carrying this burden. But I also know that he's strong, stronger than he gives himself credit for.
"Hey," I say, tilting his chin up so that he's looking at me.
"You are not alone in this, okay? You have us, me, Hero, Levi.
We're your pack, your family, and we're not going to let anything happen to you.
You're not going to let anyone down because you're not in this alone.
We're right here with you, every step of the way. "
He nods, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know, I know. It's just. . .it's hard, you know? It's hard to trust that, to believe that."
I understand what he means. Trust is a fragile thing, easily broken and hard to rebuild. But I also know that we've earned his trust, that we've shown him time and time again that we're here for him, that we love him.
"Brookes," I say, my voice firm but gentle.
"You are the strongest person I know. You've been through hell and back, and you're still standing.
You're still fighting. That's what you're going to do in New York, you're going to fight.
You're going to show the world that you're not just a survivor, but a warrior.
We're going to be right there with you, fighting alongside you. "
He takes a deep breath, his body relaxing against mine. "Okay," he says, his voice steadier now. "Okay, I can do this. We can do this."
I smile, pride swelling in my chest. "That's my Petal."
We spend the rest of the day like that as I give him the run down of our plans for New York, lounging by the pool, talking, laughing, planning.
The sun begins to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, and the air cools, a soft breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees.
It's peaceful, perfect, and I wish we could stay like this forever.
The world keeps turning, and soon, Levi and Hero return, their arms laden with bags of food. The smell of barbecue fills the air as Levi fires up the grill, and we all gather around, the four of us, our little family.
As we eat, the conversation flows easily, naturally.
We talk about everything and nothing, our voices blending together in a symphony of laughter and love.
As I look around at my pack, at my new family, I know that whatever comes our way, we can face it.
We have each other, and that's all that matters.
As the night wears on, I can see the exhaustion creeping into Brookes’ eyes. His smiles come slower, his laughter softer, and I know that he's reaching his limit. It's been a long day, an emotional day, and he needs rest.
"Alright, Petal," I say, standing up and stretching. "Time for bed."
He looks up at me, a small pout on his lips. "But I'm not tired," he protests, even as a yawn escapes him.
I chuckle, shaking my head. "Yeah, yeah, I can see that. Come on, let's get you tucked in."
He grumbles but allows me to lead him inside, Hero and Levi following close behind.
We make our way to the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight guiding our path.
Each of us preparing for bed like a well practiced team.
Brookes crawls onto the bed, his body sinking into the soft mattress with a sigh.
I climb in beside him, pulling him close, his back pressed against my chest. Hero settles on his other side, his arm draped protectively over Brookes’ waist. Levi takes his place at the foot of the bed, his hand resting gently on Brookes’ leg.
Surrounded by us, Brookes relaxes, his body melting into ours. His breath evens out, his heartbeat slows, and I know that he's drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in the arms of his pack.
I lie there, listening to the soft sounds of his breathing, and I marvel at how far we've come. A year ago, I was a different man, a broken man. I was lost, adrift, haunted by the ghosts of my past. Then Brookes came into my life, and everything changed. He healed me, saved me, made me whole again.
Now, as we face the challenges ahead, I know that we can overcome anything. Together, we're unstoppable. Together, we're a force to be reckoned with. Together, we're a love story for the ages, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Leaning down, I kiss Brookes’ temple and whisper my words of love in his ear, before I close my eyes and find sleep.