Chapter Four #2
"Hold on," she says, stretching toward the bedside table. She holds up a small box, a smirk playing on those lips I've been fantasizing about for years. "Here. I thought they'd expire before I got to use them."
Jesus Christ. I snatch the box from her hand, pulling it open with my teeth because I'm not taking my other hand off her tit. Not now. The condom wrapper gives me trouble, my fingers are too damn eager, too slick with sweat, but I manage to rip it open.
"Let me," she whispers, taking the condom and reaching between us.
When her fingers wrap around my cock, I nearly black out.
Not some-dramatic fucking high. It's like getting hit by a goddamn truck, but in the best possible way.
My entire body tenses, muscles clenching so hard I can barely breathe.
Her grip is perfect, firm but not too tight, the slight drag of her palm against my skin sending jolts straight up my spine.
"Fuck," I hiss through gritted teeth. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, desperate for more contact.
She smiles up at me, that wicked little smile that says she knows exactly what she's doing to me. I'm putty in her hands, literally, and she fucking knows it.
When I finally push into her, I go slow. Not because I'm trying to be romantic or some shit, but because I need to feel every goddamn inch of her wrapping around me. The heat is unreal. Tight. Wet. Perfect. I pause when I'm all the way in, my body shaking with the effort of holding still.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, dropping my forehead against hers.
Sweat beads at my temples, drips down my back.
The world narrows down to just this, the place where our bodies connect, the raw, slick heat of her wrapped around me.
Fuck, I've never felt anything like this.
My body's on fire, muscles clenched so tight they might snap.
"You okay?" I pant against her neck, barely able to form the words. My dick’s throbbing inside her like it's got a mind of its own.
She nods, digs her nails into my back hard enough to leave marks. Good. I want the reminder tomorrow.
I pull back slightly, watching her face contort when I push back in. Her eyes roll back a little and Christ, that does something to me. Makes me feel like a goddamn king. Like I could bench press a car or some shit.
"Fuck," I groan, picking up the pace. The headboard slams against the wall, and I don't even care if the people in the next room hear. Let them hear. Let the whole damn hotel know.
My thighs burn, abs cramping from the effort. Sweat drips from my chin onto her chest, sliding between her tits. She arches up, meeting every thrust, and I grab her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
The sensation is fucking incredible. Every nerve in my body is lit up like a Christmas tree, but there's nothing holy about what we're doing.
My hands grip her hips tighter, and I'm pounding into her now, any pretence of control completely shot to hell.
Her skin is slick with sweat under my palms, and I can feel her pulse hammering everywhere we touch.
"Fuck, Brooke," I growl, my voice barely recognizable. "You feel so fucking good."
She responds by moaning in my ear and wrapping her legs higher around my waist, changing the angle and holy shit, taking me even deeper.
The sound that comes out of me is animalistic, raw.
My balls tighten, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine, but I'm not ready for this to end. Not by a long shot.
I slow down, gritting my teeth against the urge to just let go. Her eyes open, questioning, pupils blown wide with want.
"God, I need to slow down," I mutter, trying to catch my breath. "Or this'll be over way too fucking fast."
I'm barely holding on here. Each time she clenches around me, it's like a vice grip on my dick that sends lightning up my spine. Not some poetic bullshit, actual fucking electricity. My balls are drawn up tight, ready to explode.
I drop my head to her shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin. My arms are shaking from holding myself up, muscles burning like I've been at the gym for hours. But this is better than any workout I've ever had.
"Matthew," she moans, her voice all breathy and desperate. That sound alone nearly pushes me over the edge.
I slide my hand between us, finding that spot that makes her arch against me. She's slick, hot, and when I press down with my thumb, she cries out, arching into me. Her inner walls clench around me, and fuck, there's no holding back anymore.
"I'm gonna-" I don't even finish the sentence. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, and then I'm coming harder than I ever have in my life.
My body shakes as I ride out the waves, my fists clenching the sheets so tight my knuckles turn white. "Holy fuck," I gasp, struggling to catch my breath. My chest heaves as I collapse back onto the mattress, sweat making my skin slick against hers.
She gives me that smirk I've come to both love and hate. The one that says she knows exactly what she just did to me.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, falling beside her, running a trembling hand through my hair. "That was... fuck."
"I know," she says, rolling onto her side and tracing patterns on my chest. Her finger leaves goosebumps in its wake.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to make my brain work again. It feels like she's scrambled everything inside my head. My legs are still twitching, aftershocks rippling through me.
"What are you thinking?" she asks, and I can hear the satisfaction in her voice.
I smile and answer honestly. "I just had sex with Brooke Masters."
Her smile dims a little. "Right."
Something in her tone makes my post-orgasm high falter. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she says, rolling out of bed on the other side. She wraps the sheet around herself like I didn't just kiss every inch of her body moments ago.
"Where are you going?" I ask as she heads for the bathroom.
The only answer is the door slamming shut, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened. I stare at the closed door, my brain struggling to catch up. One minute we're having mind-blowing sex, and the next she's locking herself in the bathroom?
I'm still laying here wondering what the fuck just happened when the door opens again.
"The condom split," she says and slams the door again.
Fuck.