Chapter 40
Brooke
Warm light pools across the room, casting a low golden glow over the rumpled sheets and the headboard behind him.
“CPR” plays quietly from the speaker on the nightstand, the bass slow and soothing as the vocals drift through the air.
The rhythm settles into a steady pulse that mirrors the heat building between us.
Seth leans back against the headboard, the sheets kicked completely off him and tangled near the foot of the bed.
I'm between his legs.
My hands rest on his thighs as I move over him, my mouth warm and slow around his cock while the music hums quietly behind us. His fingers are threaded through my hair, guiding the pace and watching every movement.
His thumb brushes along my jaw when I pull back for air, my lips sliding off him before I lean forward again. I take him deeper this time, my tongue dragging slowly along him as his grip tightens in my hair.
During training earlier, we made a bet.
I told him to stop holding back. If he is going to train me, he needs to treat me like someone who could actually kill me.
Whoever lost the sparring match has to go down on the winner.
Of course Seth won.
But this really isn’t much of a punishment for me.
I love having his cock in my mouth more than anything.
I lean forward and take him deeper, my throat tightening as I force myself to relax enough to take more of him. The thick head of his cock presses deeper until my throat strains around the length of him, the pressure restricting my airway before I slowly pull back again.
I lift my head and wipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, my other hand still wrapped around him.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Seth looks down at me, his brow tightening slightly.
“Sorry for what?”
I lean forward again and close my mouth around him, moving slowly for a moment before pulling back once more.
“I shot Joe too quickly. I didn’t even wait for your signal.”
For a second he just stares at me.
Then his hand slides to the back of my neck. With the other, he guides his cock forward and taps the head of it lightly against my lips, a crooked smirk pulling at his mouth as he does it.
“Don’t apologize for that. You did exactly what I’ve been trying to drill into you. No hesitation.”
I lean forward again and take him back into my mouth. My tongue moves slowly along the veins running down the shaft, tracing the ridges while I slide my lips lower around him.
His eyes flutter as his grip tightens slightly in my hair.
After a moment I pull back again, my hand still moving slowly around him.
“I want Sophie next,” I say quietly. “I want to make her bleed.”
Seth’s expression hardens immediately.
“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get her. And that bitch will drown in her own blood.”
Something about hearing that sparks heat instead of fear.
After everything, I still want this.
I want him.
I finally pull away and sit back on my heels between his legs.
My back aches from training earlier, muscles tight and sore. The movement pulls the loose shirt higher up my spine, exposing the scars there.
Seth’s eyes flick past my shoulder to the mirror on the wall behind me, catching the reflection of my back.
His jaw tightens as he reaches behind me, his fingers brushing along my spine before tracing one of the raised scars slowly.
I exhale softly.
“I thought I was going to die an anal virgin,” I mutter.
Seth blinks down at me.
“The fuck?”
A small smile tugs at my mouth.
“You heard me.”
His eyes drop to my ass. “Well…guess we should fix that then.”
“I love how serious you are about it,” I laugh. “I mean… I’ve never done it with—”
He cuts me off immediately. “You better not start telling me what you’ve done with anybody other than me. I don’t want to know. Even if I already know, I don’t want the fucking details. It makes me feel homicidal…more homicidal than usual.”
I laugh, biting my lip. “Relax, Seth. You’re the only man who has ever been inside me that mattered.”
He tilts his head. “Better be.”
“But seriously…” My voice dips. “I’ve only had your fingers. Never the real thing.”
I hold his gaze for a beat, then slip my thumb between my teeth, biting down gently as I nod once.
“I want to try it.”
His brows lift.
“Really?”
“Apparently, it takes a near-death experience to make me want to lose my ass virginity.”
He sits up, brows lifting as he studies my face, like he is trying to decide whether I'm joking or spiraling. “You sure?” he asks. “Because the other night, you said you were afraid my dick might break you.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, but it didn’t.”
His grin comes instantly. “Now it sounds like a challenge.”
“I swear to God, Seth,” I point at him. “If you try to go all the way in without prepping me first, I will beat your ass.”
Seth laughs, the sound vibrating through the room. “Fuck, I love you.” He leans in and kisses me, then pulls back and stands. “Lay on your stomach.”
I turn slowly, my heart thudding harder with every second as anticipation settles in. I adjust, burying my face into the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets.
I hear the drawer slide open behind me. The soft rustle of supplies follows.
Then the quiet click of the lube bottle.
The cold hits first. A smooth, sudden slickness as he pours it over me.
His hands follow immediately, spreading it with long, slow strokes.
He takes his time, working it in from my hips down to the space between my cheeks, massaging it into my skin with steady pressure until my body starts reacting without permission.
I feel the heat of him behind me, close. His cock brushes the back of my thigh with every small shift of his weight. The contact makes my breath catch, my hips twitching.
“Your ass drives me insane,” he mutters, his voice tight with restraint. “You have no idea what it does to me.”
His hands don’t rush. He keeps moving, spreading me open, then smoothing his palms back over my skin. His thumbs press in as he pulls me wider, holding me there for a second.
He exhales, then spanks me. Just enough to sting.
The sound cracks through the room.
My hips jolt.
“Had to,” he says. “This is one of my favorite views on the planet.”
“Pervert,” I laugh into the pillow.
“For you, I am.”
His mouth presses to my skin. Then a bite at the curve of my hip, sharp enough to pull a gasp from me.
His hands hold me open as he lowers himself.
Then I feel it.
The first pass of his tongue over me.
I jerk, a broken sound catching in my throat as the heat of his mouth hits me. He doesn’t stop. He licks again, slower this time, dragging his tongue over the tight ring of muscle before circling it with obscene precision.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
His hands stay firm on my ass, thumbs spread me wide, holding me open.
His face is pressed between my cheeks, mouth hot, tongue moving in slow, deliberate passes that make it impossible to think straight.
He doesn’t rush. He works me, methodically, like he is paying attention to every reaction my body gives him.
I can hear my own breathing, feel my pulse pounding everywhere at once. My legs tremble against the mattress, toes curling as his tongue traces the same path again and again until the muscles there start giving way on their own.
The tip of his tongue presses in. Just enough to make my entire body jolt.
A sound tears out of me before I can stop it, half moan, half gasp, and I push back against him without thinking, hips lifting like my body has already decided this is what it wants.
He growls low, the vibration hitting me straight through the nerves already lit up. His mouth pulls away just long enough to say, “Keep this ass up for me baby.”
His tongue returns to the same spot, slower now, firmer, pressing in and pulling back in a rhythm that makes my head spin.
His hands never move from my ass, keeping me open, keeping me right where he wants me.
I can feel how focused he is, like he is testing exactly how much pressure I can take before I come.
His hand slides between my thighs.
Two fingers drag through the slick there, spreading it, touching just enough to make my hips jerk again. He strokes my clit once, twice, then stays there, letting me feel the contrast. His tongue works my ass. His fingers remind me how wet my pussy already is.
My breath comes out in broken sounds against the pillow. Every nerve feels too close to the surface, like the smallest change will send me over the edge.
He presses his tongue in again, just a little deeper this time, holding it there for a second before pulling back. My fingers claw into the sheets as my body reacts, clenching, then easing.
He stays exactly where he is, working me open with his mouth while his fingers keep me soaked and sensitive.
Then he pulls back, and I feel him coat his fingers again. One thumb spreads me open while his slick fingertip circles the spot he just licked.
One finger pushes in.
I gasp, gripping the pillow tighter as my body clenches and then slowly gives way. He works it deeper until he is buried to the knuckle, then pauses, letting me feel it, letting my body adjust.
His free hand slides between my thighs, stroking once, teasing just enough to keep me open.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
I nod into the pillow. “Mhmm.”
He kisses my lower back just above the line of scars.
Behind me, his cock brushes my thigh when he shifts, his breathing heavier now. His finger moves again, easing in and out in small strokes that make my hips twitch.
“Stay still baby,” he murmurs. “Just breathe.”
I do.
The stretch feels strange at first, unfamiliar, but not painful. He doesn’t rush it. He lets me settle around him before moving again.
The rhythm starts slow. Small strokes that build heat little by little.
My legs spread slightly and he growls under his breath.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good baby.”
He slips a hand beneath my thigh, spreading me wider. He adds a second finger.
I gasp, my head tipping back.
“Too much?” he asks.