Chapter 22 #2
My stomach clenches as I walk into the living room, which is ridiculous because we’ve seen each other naked more than we’ve seen each other clothed since we arrived here. I’ve even worn the other lingerie he bought me, which was an absolute success. Yet, this feels like more.
His gaze burns a hole in my chest as I grow closer. I round the corner of the sofa, and he’s naked, his cock in his hand as he watches me approach with hooded eyes and a flexed jaw.
“You look like you’re waiting on me,” I say demurely.
His lip twitches. “You look like you’re looking for me.”
“And you,” I say, stopping in front of him, “look like you need your dick sucked.” Reaching down, I swipe the bead of precum from the head of his cock. Then I pop my finger in my mouth as his eyes grow wide, wrapping my lips around it and licking the saltiness from my skin.
I’m clearly in control now. It’ll shift. It’ll change. He’ll take it back. But, for the moment, it’s me who holds the power, and I like it.
“Will you teach me how you’d like me to suck you off?” I ask, batting my lashes. “I don’t know how.”
“You’ve never sucked a dick before?”
I make a face, falling out of character. “I’ve tried a couple of times. The first time, he—”
“No details. I don’t need to know the details.”
I shrug. “You asked.” I twirl for him, then straddle his knees so he can get a good look at me in the overpriced nylon piece he spent his hard-earned money on. “Do you like this?”
He holds my thighs in his hands as he looks me up and down, his gaze relishing my every bend and curve. I know he notices my scar again—I can tell by his finger dragging across it—but he doesn’t bring it up. Thank God.
Standing before him, feeling so admired, is exhilarating. There’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to tuck away the little pieces of me that I find less than perfect. And he takes me in, every inch of me, like I’m every dream he’s ever had.
“I’m speechless,” he says, as if he can’t believe he’s admitting that to me.
“You’re … there are no adjectives to do you any justice.
” His eyes find mine. “I wish you could see yourself as I see you.” His smile is soft.
“You’d walk into every room with your head held high and not give a damn about what anyone thought about you—because you’d know you were everything. ”
A lump settles in my throat at the tenderness of his words. Even in a moment like this, with his cock hard and my offering every distraction, he puts me first. My needs. What I need to hear.
“Teach me how to make you feel good,” I say softly.
He scrapes his bottom lip over his teeth and then sits taller. “Get on your knees.”
I hold his gaze as I position myself between his legs.
He takes my hand and wraps it around his girth. The velvet-coated steel reminds me of how it feels sliding inside my pussy. I fight a moan as my muscles clench, begging for him to pound me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I want fucked.”
His smile is nothing if it’s not dangerous. “Lick my cock.” He releases my hand so it’s only me touching him.
I start at the base and drag my tongue to the tip in one long motion. His fingers dig into the chair as he watches me swirl my tongue around the head.
Emboldened by his approval, I sit taller. I take my time licking his shaft, watching him for any indication of what he likes most. I suck a line up the underside, lightly pulling the skin into my mouth as I move my lips, my saliva performing as the perfect lubrication.
“Fuck, Doc. I thought you didn’t know how to do this?”
I flick my tongue against the tip. “Am I doing a good job?”
“You are every man’s dream.” He groans, flexing against my hand. “Suck it. Pull the head between your lips.”
I kneel even higher so my mouth hovers over his cock and then slide my lips over the smooth skin.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he says. “It’s so hot and wet like your pussy when I fuck it.”
I hum a moan, the vibration making him growl into the air.
“Take me in and out,” he says, holding my head in his hands and guiding me up and down just the way he wants it. “Squeeze me a little harder and pump your fist.” He hisses. “That’s so good. You’re doing such a good job. Now take your other hand and touch yourself.”
I’m momentarily stunned. Touch myself? That’s not what I’m doing here.
“Do it,” he says, leaving no room for argument. “Sink your fingers into your pussy.”
I slide my hand between my legs and into my slit. It’s hot and sticky—my flesh swollen in anticipation of getting his cock. Every touch is like being electrocuted, and I shudder, moaning around his dick in my mouth.
“Are you wet?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I nod, spit dribbling down his length and hitting the floor. I rub a circle around my clit, whimpering at the sensation it sends rippling through me.
“You’re a good cock sucker,” he says. “I could watch you with my dick in your mouth all fucking day.”
My eyes begin to water as I take him deeper.
He stands, kicking the chair backward as he moves, the sound of the leg screeching against the hardwood piercing the air. I’m thrown off balance, taking my soaked hand and pressing it against his thigh to hold myself steady.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he holds my head still and thrusts deeper into my mouth. “Damn, Audrey.”
I can’t control the spit accumulating around my lips or my hand. Tears collect and cloud my eyes from the intensity of it all. Each push of his cock toward my throat sounds like a rhythmic slurp, and it only adds to the overstimulation taking place around me.
“Do you want my come down your throat or in your pussy?” he asks, his jaw flexing. “You have about five seconds to decide.”
I pull away, his cock popping free from my lips, and gasp a breath. I can’t see clearly. I can’t breathe normally. I can’t hear anything but the roar of blood over my ears or feel anything but the throb between my legs.
His eyes are wild, the greens deep and hooded as he lays me on my back. He’s on top of me, pushing the thin piece of fabric to the side, and then parting my pussy with his cock before I can brace myself.
“It feels like sucking my cock turned you on,” he says, slamming inside me.
I yelp, the intensity—the bite of pain accompanying him filling me so completely, is so utterly perfect.
“Did you like that?” he asks. “Because watching you suck me just might be the highlight of this entire trip.”
He loops my legs over his arms so my opening is angled in the air, and he can sink even deeper into me.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him. It’s been too much, too fast—too everything. “I can’t hold it back.”
“Never hold it back. This is for you.”
I hit the top of what I can handle and then fling myself off the ledge, capitulating to the pleasure he, and only he, can deliver.
“Fuck!” His arms shake as he loses his control and finds his orgasm with mine. Head back, eyes closed, and throat flexed, I force my eyes to stay open so I can watch him fall apart.
And he does. Spectacularly.
I’ve never experienced something both euphoric and sexually liberating. Frankly, I had no idea sex could be like this.
Physically, I’m satiated and sore. Emotionally, I’m content. I couldn’t ask for anything more from this man who goes out of his way to give me everything. Brooks Dempsey defies words.
And in a moment of pure vulnerability, with my guards lowered and my fears shoved away because I’m safe with him, I wonder if I didn’t just fall in more ways than one.