24. Brooke
Brooke
"Your turn." As soon as the words leave my mouth, Dustin snaps up to a stand and spins me around, shoving my face into the very wall I pushed him against.
He kicks my feet apart and lines up his cock to my pussy, pressing the hot head between my lips. He's been rock-hard since I got here, and I aim to take full advantage of that. With a single thrust, he buries himself deep and lets out a primal groan against my shoulder. The heat of his breath feathers along my skin, and goosebumps erupt.
God, he's amazing. I missed him so much. I missed this . I missed feeling so full, so connected, so completely in love with him. And he's finally close enough to reach out and grab.
"You're incredible, Brooke," he pants out and rocks his hips back and forth slowly. "You're amazing. I love you—I need you, I need this, please, let me show you?"
"Show me, Dustin. Show me today and tomorrow and the next, show me, fucking show me. "
I thought I was ready, but I wasn't. As soon as I give him permission, he slams his pelvis against my ass and steals my breath. His cock feels harder than anything I've ever felt. He fills me up so completely, nearly bottoming out, but not enough to cause any pain. Pure pleasure. Pure heaven.
Pure Dustin .
He keeps one hand latched to my ass cheek and the other on my shoulder, bracing me in place, fucking me into the wall. I can't control the volume of my voice, I can't control the sounds coming from my mouth, I can't control anything. And I fucking love it. I love when he takes control, when he owns my body, when he pistons into me with the force of a desperate man.
"Fuck, Brooke, you make me crazy," he growls. A shiver rocks down my spine, and my bones feel like they're vibrating. "You make me insane. You ruined me. You wrecked me. I fucking love it."
"You came back—fuck—into my life, and it was like the world—oh, god—became technicolor," I manage to gasp out. My face is pressed into the unforgiving brick of the wall. Trapped between a rock-hard cock and a hard wall. Exactly how I like it. Exactly how I need it.
I mean every word. Even in my dickmatized state, I know exactly what I'm saying, and every word is the honest truth. He makes me feel alive again. I feel like me . I feel like I can handle anything the world throws at me with grace .
"I love it. I love you . I need you, baby—I need you so bad. I need this ass—" He slaps my ass hard, eliciting a delighted yelp from me. "—every day, every night, I fucking need it."
"Take it, Dustin. Fucking take it," I grit out between my teeth.
His thrusts are faster, erratic, more animalistic. His low rumble of a laugh reverberates through my bones. "Oh, no, baby. You're gonna take it. You're gonna take my cock every morning, noon, and night. You're gonna take my cock like a good girl, aren't you?"
Oh, shit. Simple words have never brought me close to orgasm before, but I've never had Dustin spitting the filthiest things into my ear before. I'm seeing stars, and every muscle in my body tenses up—I'm a bomb ready to explode.
"That's right, baby. That's fucking right. You take my cock like a goddess; you're such a dirty girl. You're my dirty girl, aren't you? My good girl. I'm going to fill up this pretty pussy with my cum. You're going to be stuffed. You're gonna be so fucking full," he grunts into my ear, kneading my ass cheek at the same time.
There's a scream building in my chest, and I can't hold it back much longer. My bones are vibrating, my body is tingly, and I squint my eyes shut as the waves of pleasure explode within me. Dustin lets out a triumphant groan as he shudders his release, clamping his hands down and pinning me in place.
I'm his. I'm his. I'm his. He draws my orgasm out like a pro, thrusting through every earth-shattering pulse of pleasure, filling me so completely. I'm floating through space and time. Everything falls away around us. It's just me and him. This is where I'm meant to be. I'm sure of it.
He sucks in a gasp as he wrenches his cock free and slumps over my bent-over form, both of us struggling to stay upright. "Holy hell, Brooke. That was… wow."
"Wow," I breathe.
In this moment, I know I made the exact right decision.
Once we're both dressed again, he leads me through his condo and introduces me to the space. It's sparklingly clean, but it doesn't feel lived-in at all. I know Atmosphere keeps him on the road—kept him on the road?—at least half of the year. But it just doesn't feel like him .
"This is my favorite spot," he announces as we enter his bedroom. The perfectly made bed and side tables look like they came out of a magazine, right down to the tasteful area rug and floor-length curtains over the massive window .
Scampering ahead of me, he draws back the curtains and looks over at me expectantly. I approach, and my breath falls away. I get it now. The windows are gigantic, much wider than anything in my cramped NYC bedroom. And the view? Immaculate. Towering buildings glisten in the thin rays of February sunlight, with Lake Michigan sparkling in the distance. The lake stretches on and on with windswept waves on its surface. Anchored boats bob with the current.
Words elude me. Dustin throws an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in, laying a gentle kiss to the side of my head. "And that's why."
Who knew Dustin lived in such luxury, sterile environment notwithstanding? I could see myself here. I could see myself thriving here, and Huey would spend hours every day looking out the windows and chirping at the birds that fly by.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
"This is beautiful, Dustin," I whisper. "Thank you for… everything, really."
"No, thank you . Brooke, baby, I didn't know how bad I would miss you until I was gone. But seeing you here? Having you here? It just feels right. " He steps back and takes my hands, kissing the tips of my fingers.
"It does," I agree. "Our parents are going to be over the moon."
"Oh, my god. I hadn't even thought about that." He laughs. "I think Alicia said something to Mom, but I'm not sure. I haven't had any frantic phone calls about it, so there's a good chance she hasn't."
"She probably wanted to give you the chance to tell her yourself." I smile.
"Probably." He looks down at his phone. "Oh, wow. Happy Valentine's Day, baby."
"It's Valentine's Day?" I gasp. He shows me the screen, and I burst into laughter. "Wow, I lost track of the days somewhere. Holy shit. This is perfect—should we go out? Can we go out?"
"Oh, we're definitely going out. I'm so excited to show you my favorite places around town!" He claps his hands together and beams a smile at me.
"Hey, isn't this kind of our first date?"
He chuckles. "Yeah, I guess so. We didn't really go in public much in New York."
"Well!" I draw myself up to my full height and stare directly into his eyes. "You better impress me, Mr. Sanders. I'm a very judgmental first date."
"I accept the challenge and all it entails, Miss Moore. I aim to please." He slips a hand to the small of my back and pulls me in close, leaving me gasping with a devastating kiss. "Get ready. I've already got ideas."
"Yes, sir," I mumble, a little stunned. This is going to be amazing.
After a whirlwind afternoon of visiting bakeries, little shops tucked into basements of gigantic buildings, and both of us chickening out from visiting the Medieval Torture Museum, we're on the hunt for dinner. Considering it's Friday and Valentine's all rolled into one, every upscale restaurant turns us away at the door. Right, reservations. Those are usually required for romantic holidays.
Dustin looks a little stressed as yet another sushi restaurant apologetically informs us they're full. I lay a hand on his arm and smile up at him. "Hey, it's fine. I sprung this on you. What's your favorite hole in the wall?"
"Are you sure?" He grimaces. "It's… a karaoke bar."
"What! Seriously? Oh, my god, where? We're going. Immediately. " I bounce on the balls of my feet. I have to see this. Dustin singing? Does he sing? I'm going to make him sing.
"Am I going to regret this?"
"Almost certainly."
He sighs and takes my hand, leading me down streets and alleys, turning corners until we're near the southern edge of the Loop. Walking around Chicago really makes me understand why it's colloquially called the Second City. It's got a similar vibe to Manhattan with all its skyscrapers and sidewalks full of people minding their own business. I like it quite a bit.
"There," Dustin announces. On the ground floor of a skyscraper hangs a neon sign in the shape of a martini glass.
I pick up the pace with Dustin hustling along after me. The bar has a speakeasy vibe, dark and cozy. I immediately see why Dustin likes it. A group of men are singing a cheesy song from the early 2000s while a cluster of women (I assume, their dates) cackle at the spectacle. A smile breaks across my face, and I can tell my cheeks are going to hurt from smiling so much.
"Listen, it's got good drinks but not much in the way of food. Pizza only." He looks worried. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, honey. This is perfect."
One exceedingly greasy pizza and several drinks later, I pull Dustin up to the mic with me and request the cheesiest love ballad on the list. My incredible boyfriend, good sport that he is, doesn't know the song at all but puts on a great show with hip-wiggling dance moves to compensate. The small crowd laughs and cheers, clapping as I finish the song on an extended high note and an overexaggerated bow.
"You guys did great!"
"Seriously awesome! "
"That was so fun!"
The other bargoers compliment us on the way back to our seats, and we laugh out our thanks. This is, quite honestly, the most perfect Valentine's date I've ever been on. Dustin's blush extends to his ears as we slide back onto the bar stools.
"Did you have fun, baby?" he asks.
"Are you kidding?" I shriek. "Can we go again?"
"Maybe after I've had another drink. Or seven."
"That's a deal if I've ever heard one," I laugh.
And we do go again. We trade off with the other groups throughout the night, drinking and singing, laughing and loving. This is more fun than any date Calvin and I ever had in our years of marriage. This is more fun than Janine and I drinking in her apartment. This is incredible. This is the best date I've had in my life, Valentine's or not.
Once the bartender tells us it's last call, I realize how exhausted I am. And drunk. I can't believe the flight to Chicago was only this morning, and I've been going all day. Dustin realizes I'm flagging and whips out his phone to get us a ride home. We're only a few blocks from his condo, but I don't think I could make the trek.
That's what I love about him. Well, one of the things I love about him. He anticipates my needs before I can open my mouth. He listens, he pays attention, and he's perfect. I know I've been less than perfect to him, especially in college, but I'm going to make it up to him. Even if it takes the rest of our lives.
Yeah, I'm in this for the long haul. And I couldn't be happier.