Chapter 34 #2
“You know we have a long day tomorrow?” I place my hands on her bare waist, thumbs grazing her pebbled skin.
“Like stupid-long day tomorrow.” As much as I want this, always want this, it only ever matters if she wants it, too.
We both could use some sleep. But she’s sitting here on display for me in my fucking chef coat with Foley embroidered over her left breast.
“I know,” she says, her lips curling into a devious smile. “What’d you say when you came in here?”
Did I say something? She leans closer to me, grazes my lips briefly and brings her mouth to my ear.
“Fuck me, chef,” she whispers.
My hands are on her ass, pulling her to the edge of the mattress before I have time to contemplate if I’d actually said that out loud or if she’s a mind reader.
I don’t care either way. She squeals and I pull her face to meet mine, claiming her mouth and coaxing it open with my tongue.
The built-up tension of the day explodes with every brush of our tongues.
She moans in my mouth as I toy with the band of the lace underwear.
She wants me to fuck her, and I will, but she’s going to have to wait. The feeling building in my chest is making it hard to do that without saying one particular three-word sentence. Or even asking that four-word question. I see her wearing my name and I’m ready. All in.
Instead, I drag my mouth away sucking on her bottom lip. I look at my name on her chest again. “This looks so fucking good on you.”
Before she can respond, I push open the coat to find her beautiful breasts taut, nipples hard.
The coat falls off her shoulders, and I take her breasts in my hands, bringing my mouth to one nipple, making circles with my tongue, pinching the other between my fingers.
She releases a gravely moan and my jeans get tighter.
“Caleb, I need you to touch me,” she groans. “Please.”
“I am, Brooke,” I mumble, mouth still on her breast.
Pulling away, I brush my hands up her thighs until they meet the curve of her hips. Her breathing is already reduced to pants and we’re only getting started.
“Ca…leb…please,” she says with a needy sigh, opening her legs for me. Her underwear is glistening. I brush two fingers over the wet lace at her center as she arches her back, head dipping back at the teasing strokes. I palm her clit and move in slow circles.
“Fuck, I…need…more,” she whimpers with need.
That’s all it takes for me to put my mouth on her, lace between us making the friction that much sweeter for her.
Her taste is heavenly and there’s so much of it for me.
Her quiet cries make my cock throb, but I’m taking my time.
I pull away a moment. Brooke’s chest heaves and her arms shake behind her as she holds herself up.
“Lie down, babe, I’ve got you.” I pull off her soaked underwear and get back where I’m supposed to be, lightly stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue, even though I know she wants—needs more.
She rests her legs on my shoulders, her heels grazing my back.
I take two fingers and glide them between her before driving them deeper inside.
“I love your hands,” she moans with relief.
Oh, don’t I know it. I move in and out slowly with controlled pressure as I suck on her clit.
Brooke runs her fingers through my hair and tugs me closer.
Fuck. Her thighs tighten around me. She’s so close.
I’ve learned a lot from Brooke Spencer this summer—understanding her noises and tells has been the fucking highlight.
She fists my hair with both hands and I keep the pace with my tongue, but my fingers that she loves so much, I leave them inside her and start to curl the tips, stroking her inner walls.
She draws in a sharp breath and pulls my face closer into her, if that’s even possible.
God, I could die here with her writhing around me.
“Caleb, I…”
“I know, babe.” Her muscles pulse around my fingers. She moans my name as she climaxes. I don’t stop devouring her until she’s finished riding the wave of her orgasm. She releases my hair from her grip and goes limp on the bed, fully spent.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I tell her.
“I need you.”
“I know you do.” I smirk, bringing a hand to my back, pulling off my shirt.
She sits up and starts to unbuckle my belt, unbuttons my jeans, her eyes focused on what’s underneath.
She sits back on the edge of the bed and looks up at me through heavy eyelashes.
I won’t last a minute with what she has in mind, but a second won’t hurt.
I step out of my jeans and boxers, and she takes me in her mouth before I’m even standing upright.
She takes me deep and pulls back, circling the tip of my cock with her tongue.
Her nails dig into my ass, claiming me. Fuck.
I fist her hair as she bobs in front of me.
As good as this feels, I need her to stop. I step back and she pouts.
“Brooke.” I lift her chin with my finger, so her eyes meet mine. “I refuse to come into that beautiful mouth when I know how badly you need me right now.”