20. ashton #3
I could be done. I could be done right now as my soul slowly floats back down to earth.
Brooks slips his fingers from me and I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty.
It allows me to roll off him, and I lick my dry lips.
I can still taste him—salty and tangy and entirely fucking delicious.
He’s still half-hard, despite the length and intensity of his own orgasm, and I could be done—but fuck, I need to feel that enormous cock inside me.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a real cock.
Lately, it’s been me and my fingers, or a silicone imitation.
And, at the thought of Brooks pounding into me, desire coils and detonates deep in my core, unfurling and spreading heat throughout my body.
I want dessert.
I glance over at Brooks, with his eyes closed and chest rising and falling quickly with heavy breaths. As if he senses my gaze, his eyes open and his lips lift into that trademark half-smile of his, the cocky one that used to make me weak in the knees as a teenage girl.
“I think I’m in love with your cunt,” he says with a smirk.
“Wanna find out what else it can do?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He sits up and pulls me to him, sealing his lips over mine. The combination of me on his tongue and him on mine is almost enough to have me coming again. God, what this man can do with his mouth. I’ve never known a kiss like his.
“Time for dessert,” he says breathlessly as he breaks the kiss. “The piece de resistance, if you will.”
“Get ready for my showstopper.” I swing a leg over his hips so I’m straddling him as we sit in the middle of the bed.
I circle my hips against him. His cock is hard again, pressing against me and providing the most delicious friction as I grind down.
I motion to the drawer in my nightstand and Brooks reaches for it, grabbing blindly and coming up with both a box of condoms and my purple vibrator.
His eyes flash when he holds it up before discarding it back to the drawer.
God, I hope we can play with it next time.
I lift onto my knees as Brooks hurriedly rolls a condom down his length and the instant he moves his hands away, I sink down, taking him all the way inside me in one swift, perfect, delightful movement. Holy fuck, this is the most perfect cock I’ve ever had.
Despite his fingers earlier, his cock is enough to stretch me until I burn. I’m burning from the inside out. He’s still, gasping for breath after a low moan as he bottoms out inside me.
“Move,” I demand. “Brooks, fucking move.”
He pushes me until my back meets the mattress and he’s on top of me.
My legs around his waist, knees pulled high, ankles locked behind his back.
His hips rock once, twice, and then they begin to piston as he thrusts into me at the most delicious, punishing pace.
His large hands hold me; one between my shoulder blades, the other at the small of my back, fingers curling gently over the explosion of color inked on my skin.
“Such a fucking perfect tight cunt,” he gasps. “Fucking knew I’d love sinking my fat cock in it.”
“Show me what that fat cock can do,” I demand. “Ruin me with it.”
There’s a devilish gleam in his eyes as he slams his hips into me even harder than before. And my god, it feels incredible. I feel like I’m being torn in two and I fucking love it.
My gasps turn to moans turn to screams as Brooks unleashes some kind of sex demon. His mouth latches onto my collarbone, biting and sucking hard, and I know already that no amount of makeup is going to cover the marks.
There’s not enough concealer in the fucking world to cover the marks this man has left on my soul.
“Fuck, honey, right there,” I say between gasps. “Right—fucking—there.”
His pubic bone slaps against mine, sending the balls on the end of my piercing sliding against my clit. And it’s fucking mind-blowing.
“Right here?” His voice growls low into my ear as the hand at the base of my spine brushes up and over my ribs, tugging a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Or maybe here?” He closes his hand over my whole breast, squeezing and massaging it as he pounds into me, never breaking his rhythm.
I don’t know how the fuck he does it, because I don’t think I could even tell you my own name right now.
“Right fucking there, baby, right there, fuck I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, devil,” he murmurs. His lips flicker against the shell of my ear as he speaks. His fingers pluck at my nipples, shifting easily from one breast to the other as he gives them equal attention. “Want you to come on my fat cock. Wanna feel you come all over me.”
“Gonna make you come too, demon?”
“Gonna make me come,” he confirms, gasping as I press my hips up into his, circling them as hard as I can manage. “Oh, fuck. Gonna make me come. Come with me.”
I match his every thrust with one of my own, feeling a wicked sense of pleasure as he finally begins to lose his grip on that rhythm. His grunts become louder as he slams into me.
“Fuck.” He bites down on my shoulder hard enough to make me yelp, just as I feel his whole body tense. He rocks against me and I fall apart, the friction of his pelvis rubbing my piercing against my clit too much to handle.
I scream his name as my orgasm slams into me over and over, an endless wave of hot and cold, of prickling at my skin, of exploding out of my body.
It’s like I’m watching myself from above as my thighs tighten their grip, pushing him even deeper inside me as he continues to rock his hips, riding out his own orgasm with a long grunt against my shoulder.
In the moment of ecstasy, I taste color, I smell numbers, hear shapes. My mind, my body, my brain all cease to be for but a fraction of a second; when they return to this plane, they have rebuilt and rewired themselves. My heart beats in the rhythm of his name. Brooks, Brooks, Brooks. I am his now.
I emerge from the shower to find fresh bedsheets pulled tight over the mattress.
Brooks is in the doorway carrying a tray.
It looks comically small against his enormous hands and broad chest. When he places it in the center of the bed, I realize he’s raided my fridge.
One of each flavor of the cookies I baked—the ones I never got around to putting away—are lined up along one side of the tray.
The rest of the tray is taken up with a combination of cheese, grapes, berries, and a few slices of pastrami and pepperoni.
I join him on the bed and immediately reach for a piece of cheese. I’m not sure this is the sexiest thing to be eating right now, but Brooks knows me better than anyone. This is my favorite kind of food plate.
“We’re not telling Ev about this, right?
” I shove a small triangle of cheese into my mouth.
Even as the words fall freely from my lips, I hate them.
I want to stop them. I want to put them in a box and banish them.
I don’t keep secrets from my brother—until now, apparently.
And I’m not sure I like this liar version of myself.
“Not if you ever wanna see this cock again, devil,” Brooks laughs.
“He’d rip it off in a heartbeat if he knew.
” He wraps a cube of cheese in a thin slice of pastrami and I’m hypnotized by his long fingers as he sets it on his tongue.
Time stands still. My body is absolutely spent, but my brain doesn’t seem to have got the message, flashing a thousand impure thoughts through my mind as I watch his fingers leave his mouth in slow motion.
“So, it’s our secret, then.” Secrets never lead to good things.
Keeping secrets will end in tears. The unease is settling in already; a chill creeping along my skin and seeping into my bones.
How can the way Brooks makes me feel be anything but good?
But he’s right. Telling my brother that his best friend just gave me the best orgasms of my life?
That I’m risking everything—if this falls down around us, our whole family fractures irreparably—for great sex, and some feelings I’m not even sure I can name? Yeah, that’s not happening.
Brooks throws an arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him.
His bare chest, large wings inked at the top of each pectoral, is warm; solid planes of muscle supporting my still-boneless body.
The sheets pool at his waist as he reaches forward with his other hand, deliberating before selecting a round lump of cheese.
“Our little secret, devil,” he says, gently pressing the cool food against my lips. “You and me.”