Chapter 13 #2
I cross the space between us without thinking about it, and she rises from the bench to meet me, chin lifted, refusing to give an inch. We’re face to face now, close enough that I can see the flecks of gold in her dark eyes, close enough that her breath hits my jaw when she exhales.
“You think I’m petty?” My voice comes out rough.
“Yep,” she says, stepping closer instead of away, eyes blazing. “And I think you’d rather keep hating me than let me prove I’m not who you think I am.”
I laugh, short and bitter. “And who are you, Brooke? Because from where I’m standing, you’re exactly who I always thought you were.”
Something flickers across her face. Pain, maybe, or anger. It’s hard to tell with her.
“You don’t know anything about me,” she says quietly. “You never did.”
She glares up at me and I’m suddenly aware of how good she smells, and how fucking perfect her face is.
Her face has the kind of bone structure that makes strangers ask if she’s ever considered modeling.
Sharp cheekbones, full lips, dark eyes. She’s beautiful, and she has been since the first time I met her.
I shift my weight as my cock stirs in my sweatpants. Unhelpful and inconvenient. Also starting to feel impossible to hide.
“Dominic, you are without a doubt the most impossible—“ She stops. Her eyes drop to my mouth just for a second, but I catch it. “The most infuriating man I have ever met.”
“Yeah?” I don’t step back. I should step back. “And you’re—“
“I’m what?” she asks.
The question hangs between us. I don’t have an answer.
All I have is the sound of her breathing and the smell of her skin and the fact that her lips are parted and she’s not moving away.
She’s standing there like she’s waiting for something to happen, like she’s been waiting for it as long as I have.
“Yeah?” I take another half-step closer, crowding her space, daring her to back down. “And you’re the most—“
I don’t finish the sentence. We both snap at the exact same moment, years of hatred and want finally detonating in the space between us.
Her teeth sink into my bottom lip hard enough to sting and I growl into her mouth, one hand fisting in her hair while the other grabs her hip and yanks her flush against me.
My cock is pressed against her stomach now, hard and aching, and there’s no way she doesn’t feel exactly what she does to me.
She makes a sound against my lips, something between a gasp and a moan, and I swallow it, licking into her mouth like I’m starving for her.
She kisses me back just as hard, just as angry, her nails digging into my shoulders through my t-shirt as she arches into me.
Her tongue slides against mine and I want more of it.
I want all of it. I tilt her head back with the hand in her hair, changing the angle, deepening the kiss until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
I walk her backward without breaking contact, guiding her with my grip on her hip, and her ass hits the weight bench.
“I hate you,” she moans against my mouth, even as her hands slide under my shirt and rake up my back. Her nails drag across my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“I fucking hate you too,” I growl back, even as my hands are shaking with how badly I want her.
I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and yank it over her head in one rough motion.
She has to let go of me to get her arms free and the second the fabric clears her head she’s reaching for me again, grabbing my shirt and pulling.
She’s wearing a sports bra underneath, black and simple, and I can see her nipples peaked against the fabric, hard little points straining toward me, begging for my mouth.
I don’t bother trying to unclasp it or pull it over her head. I grab the fabric between her tits with both hands and rip it apart, the material tearing with a satisfying sound that echoes off the concrete walls.
“That was a hundred dollars,” she snaps, but her voice is breathless and her hips are still grinding against mine.
“I’ll buy you ten new ones.” I don’t wait for a response. Her tits are bare now and I’m done talking.
I cup them in my hands, feeling the weight of them fill my palms perfectly. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly into my grip, her head falling back on a moan. I squeeze gently, then harder, watching the way her face changes, the way her mouth falls open, the way her eyes flutter shut.
“This is such a mistake,” she pants, but her hands are already pulling at my shirt, tugging it up my stomach, her fingers brushing against my abs.
“The worst,” I agree, and I pull my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere behind me, not caring where it lands. I don’t care about anything except getting my mouth on her.
She’s staring at my chest now, her eyes tracking over my muscles. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and I watch it, transfixed, my cock throbbing in my sweatpants.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” But she’s already reaching for me, her palms flat against my pecs, sliding up to my shoulders, down my arms. Her touch is slow, and everywhere her hands go my skin burns.
I dip my head and take one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, and she cries out, her fingers threading through my hair and yanking me closer.
I swirl my tongue around the peak, tasting her skin, then graze it with my teeth and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock, a desperate, broken whine that I want to hear again and again.
I bite down gently and she jerks against me, her hips rocking forward, grinding against my thigh, and I can feel the heat of her even through her leggings, and can feel how wet she already is.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair until my scalp stings. “Don’t stop—“
I don’t stop. I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and licking and biting until both her nipples are swollen and red and glistening.
Her hands are everywhere now, in my hair, on my shoulders, raking down my back, and the sounds she’s making are incredible, moans and whimpers and whines.
“We should stop,” she says, but her body is saying something completely different.
Her fingers are digging into my hair, holding my mouth against her breast, and her hips won’t stop moving.
Her legs have wrapped around my thigh and she’s practically humping me, and the combination of desperate and defiant is driving me out of my mind.
“Definitely.” I release her nipple with a wet sound and look up at her. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. “We should absolutely stop.”
“I’m serious.” But she’s pulling me up to kiss her again, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her hands cupping my face. “This is insane. We hate each other.”
“So let’s hate each other naked.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings, feeling the heat of her skin against my knuckles, and meet her eyes.
I hold there, giving her one last chance to stop this, one last chance to be the smart one, one last chance to walk away before we do something we can’t take back. “Unless you want to walk away.”
“Do you want me to walk away?” she asks, and there’s challenge in her voice, that edge that’s been driving me crazy for weeks, that’s been keeping me up at night, that’s been making me hard at the most inappropriate moments.
“What do you think?” I press my cock against her hip, grinding slowly, letting her feel exactly how hard I am, exactly how much I don’t want her to walk away.
I’m straining against my sweatpants, the fabric tented obscenely, and there’s a wet spot forming at the tip where I’ve been leaking precum since she first kissed me.
“I think you’ve wanted to fuck me since the day I walked back into your gym,” she says, her voice teasing, and before I can respond she’s sliding off the bench, her body dragging against mine on the way down as she sinks to her knees in front of me.
She looks up at me with those dark eyes, her face level with my crotch, her lips parted and swollen, and my cock jerks in my sweatpants at the sight of Brooke Bennett on her knees, looking up at me.
She hooks her fingers in my waistband, her knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin below my navel, making my abs clench visibly, and she drags my sweatpants down my hips slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, her eyes locked on mine the whole time like she’s daring me to look away first.
My cock springs free the second she clears the waistband, thick and hard and flushed dark, and she’s eye level with it now, close enough that I can feel her breath ghosting across my shaft, warm and damp.
She wraps her hand around the base, and strokes slowly from root to tip, spreading the precum that’s already leaking out in a steady stream, coating my shaft until it’s slick and shining in the low light of the gym.
I drop to my knees on the thick foam padding and lay her down, grabbing her leggings and yanking them down her hips, taking her underwear with them, not bothering to be gentle, just needing them off. She kicks them away, her hands braced on the mat, and then she’s completely naked beneath me.
I grab her thighs and spread them wider, looking at her pussy for the first time, and she’s glistening, her arousal visible on her inner thighs, her lips swollen and flushed dark pink, her clit peeking out from its hood.
She’s so wet she’s dripping onto the mat beneath her, and the sight makes my cock throb painfully between my legs.
“Dominic—“ She starts to say something but I don’t let her finish.
I bury my face in her pussy.
She groans, her whole body arching off the mat, her hands flying to my hair and gripping hard enough to make my scalp sting as I lick her from entrance to clit, one long slow drag of my tongue, tasting her properly for the first time.