Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Audrey
“Come to me.” He crooks a finger, leaning back in the chair, looking far too casual for what’s about to happen.
I take a timid step, but then I pause and square my shoulders. His gaze softens, lips tilting up at the corner in pride. With a lick of my lips—his attention following the motion—I move between his knees, placing my palm into his outstretched hand.
“Sit,” he commands, guiding me until I’m straddling him. His cock is rock hard and standing at attention between us. He smirks as I realize the size of the dick that I’m about to take. “Don’t worry. You can handle it.”
My fingers comb through his hair, tilting his head back so I can see into his eyes. It should make me self-conscious, and yet, it’s anything but that. He looks at me like I’m a prize, and that obliterates my defenses.
“I should’ve grabbed a condom before you sat on me,” he says, grinning. “Because I’m about two seconds away from pushing that lace aside and shoving my cock inside your pretty little cunt.”
Oh. My. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out but a shocked whoosh of air.
My pussy pulses so intently that I can feel my heartbeat between my legs.
Waiting for him to get a condom seems like cruel torture, and I’ve never felt anyone without one.
This is the first of so many things. Why not go all the way?
“Can I ask you something?” I ask, as he runs his fingers beneath my bra straps.
“Of course.”
I bite my lip in disbelief that I’m about to say this. Before I can get a word out, he unfastens my bra in one deft movement, and the cups fall forward between us. Exposing my bare chest to him.
“You were saying?” he asks, looking up at me as he lowers his face to my chest.
“I—ah.”
My eyes roll back in my head as his mouth covers one of my breasts. I rock against him without thinking, gyrating in his lap. He flicks my nipple with his tongue before biting it gently, and I think I’m going to die.
“What did you want to ask me?” he asks before moving to my other side. He flicks, nips, and sucks my breast, and I’m putty in his hands.
“I don’t know,” I say, arching my back, urging him to continue his assault. “I don’t even remember my name.”
He leans back, his fingers taking the place of his lips, and plays with my hard buds. “You are Dr. Audrey Van, a reformed good girl who is about to be very, very, bad.”
Oh, right. I remember. “I’m on birth control,” I say, brushing his hair off his forehead. “And I haven’t had sex in a year, and all of my tests are up to date with no issues.”
“Are you saying you don’t have any STIs?”
I nod. “Exactly.”
His hands roam down my chest, over my torso, and to my hips. A playful smirk touches his lips. “Are you wanting to ask me something, Dr. Van?”
I fight the blush creeping up my neck, but you can’t really control things like that. He notices because he gives me a raised brow as if to say don’t be embarrassed.
“If you’re wondering, and you have every right to ask,” he says, “I have blood work constantly. And I don’t have any STIs either.”
“Great. But that’s, you know, only partly where I was going …”
“Ask me.”
“You already know, I think,” I say, touching his lips with my fingertip.
“I do. But you’re going to ask me.”
I drop my hand. “Brooks …”
“You’re going to ask me for exactly what you want. In explicit detail.” He urges my hips to move as he flexes against me. “Own your pleasure. It’s nothing to be bashful about.” He takes a breath. “Ask. Me. For. What. You. Want. After all, that’s what this is about, isn’t it? You being bold?”
My breath is shaky as I pull it in, trying to look away from him. But he holds my face in his hands and forces me to look him in the eye.
“I don’t want you to use a condom,” I say, swallowing past a lump in my throat.
His eyes pierce mine, burning so hot that I nearly combust. “Say the rest.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Tell me you want fucked without a condom.”
I squirm, but he doesn’t let me get away.
My skin feels too small for my body. Every touch is too electric, every scent too strong. I’m overstimulated and undersexed, and the protests in my head are far too loud.
“Tell me,” he says, his voice rising.
“I want you to fuck me without a condom—ah!”
His mouth crashes against mine, our tongues finding one another without pause. One hand cradles the back of my head, his fingers winding through my hair, while his other arm wraps around me, pulling me so close to him that not even a speck of dust could get between us.
I melt against him, trusting him to lead me wherever I should go. And as soon as I do, a weight falls from my shoulders and rolls across the floor. This is what it’s like to be taken … I get it now. And he’s not even inside me yet.
Brooks holds me tight, his mouth moving over mine like I’m an oasis in the desert. Each kiss is intentional and personal. Possessive. He takes his time as if he’s memorizing me, and it’s intoxicating.
He pulls me harder into him and stands in one fluid motion.
“What’s happening?” I ask, wrapping my legs around his waist and leaning back. I’m puzzled at the look on his face—one of amusement and danger.
“You’ll see.”
Something about that scares me. “I don’t like that answer.”
“Oh, but you will.” He chuckles as he carries me across the room. “Trust me.”
“I trusted you about a minute ago, but it’s funny how quickly trust can be lost.”
His chuckle switches to a full-belly laugh. “I guess I’m going to have to rebuild it then.”
“Guess you are,” I say, giggling as he tosses me onto the bed. My pulse races as he reaches for me. But instead of grabbing my leg or my hand, he loops a finger through the side of my panties and snatches them. A streak of blue moves through the air and is balled into his hand.
“I’ll buy you another pair. Hell,” he says, throwing them to the side. “I’ll buy you a dozen pairs in every color if you let me rip them off you like that.”
He shoves his joggers down, kicking them to the side. And me? I whimper.
His cock is thick, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. The head stretches above his navel, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. I wish I had the courage to take him in my fist and lick the fluid from it, but I don’t.
“Scoot over,” he says, climbing up beside me and lying down. Then he holds out a hand. “Come on.”
I glance at his dick and then back to his face. I get the distinct feeling we aren’t on the same page.
“What do you … what are we doing?” I ask, stumbling over the words.
“I’m going to lie here, and you’re going to ride my face until you bust all over it.”
My eyes practically fall from their sockets.
The emotions swirling inside me are a wild mess. I’ve never had a man’s face between my legs before, let alone having ridden one. I don’t know how to do that. Although the fire growing out of control in my core loves the sound of it, my anxiety begins to slip in again.
“Hey,” he says, reaching for my hand. “If you don’t want to do this, then we’re done. You’re in control. Always.” He licks his lips. “But I’ve imagined this for days and I’m one thousand percent sure you’ll like it.”
My shoulders start to sag and I grin at him. “One thousand percent, huh?”
“Maybe two thousand.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “You’re going to straddle my face and hold on to the headboard. You can move if you want. You can sit still if that feels better.”
“What if I smother you?”
He laughs. “Then what a fucking way to go. Make sure you put that on my tombstone. Died eating pussy. I’ll be a legend.”
I give him my hand. “I haven’t done this before.”
“What part?”
“Any of it.”
He looks at the ceiling. “I’m a good guy, but what the fuck did I do to deserve this level of karma?” He turns his sights on me. “This is elite. Like, dream-worthy shit.”
My stomach flutters as I crawl up the bed. Before I can get into position, though, he rolls over.
“I just want to feel you first,” he says, the humor gone. “Spread your knees for me.”
Using the headboard as a handrail, I sit up on my knees and widen them. His hand slips between them, skimming the inside of my thigh. I can feel myself getting wetter and the temperature between my legs growing hotter. My breaths come in short, quick bursts as his fingers contact my opening.
“Oh,” I say, my voice shaking.
“You’re so smooth.” Glad you noticed. “And hot. Damn, Doc.”
I can’t help but move to give him more room to play.
He pushes a finger inside me, and I grip the headboard with all my might. “You’re fucking tight.” He growls. “You’re going to feel so good stretched around my cock.”
“Stop it,” I groan, trying to grind against his fingers as he adds another.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Nope. No, I don’t.”
He rubs a circle around my clit, and I start to shake. “You’ll relax a little once you’ve come for the first time. You won’t have to stretch quite as far.”
“I don’t even care,” I say, whimpering. “Just please, please get me off.”
He pulls his hand away. “Your wish is my command.”
I put one knee on either side of his face, letting him move me until I’m right where he wants me. I can’t think. It’s complete white noise in my head.
“Okay, gorgeous,” he says, blowing across my wetness. “Sit down on me and relax. Don’t overthink. Just feel.”
I lower myself until I’m hovering over his mouth. The first flick of his tongue against my swollen clit makes me yelp.
“That’s good,” he says, flicking it again. “I want to hear you. If you get quiet, I’ll stop.”
“I can’t—ah!” Guess I was wrong. My voice fills the room as he runs his tongue through my flesh. “Holy crap.”
My words wobble as he presses on my thighs, pulling me deeper against his mouth.
Each flick of his tongue, every suck, kiss, and hum against my body is a bolt of lightning ripping through me. I move my hips, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just going with my instincts, and my instincts say to move.