Chapter 14 - Will #2
Adjusting the collar of my dress shirt, I assure him. “Not at all.”
I’m sure he can see right through my bullshit act of being impervious.
Yet here we fucking go. What is wrong with me? Just when I thought I could maybe do this, I’m right back to square one. With hidden desires and a woman between us to mask them. And I’ve got no one but myself to blame.
Get your shit together, Sinclair.
The woman from the stadium—shit, I’m not even sure I caught her name—stands in the hotel lobby waiting for us.
I don’t know how I missed it before, but she’s wearing a WARREN jersey accompanied by the shortest pair of jean shorts, showcasing her long, toned legs.
She’s sexy, there’s no doubting that. But something snaps inside me seeing his last name across her back.
And when he leads her to the elevator, placing his large hand just above her ass, my vision clouds red.
I press against the far wall of the elevator, watching with insane jealousy as Brooks brushes her long hair to the side, almost taunting me with his name and number. He probably thinks he’s being cheeky about the fact that she’s a fan of his and isn’t wearing my jersey.
But what he doesn’t realize is something foreign starts to awaken deep in my chest. A white hot jealousy I’ve never felt before. It sears through me like a hot branding iron, and I’m feeling the walls of the elevator closing in. My vision tunnels on his fucking name over and over again.
Warren. Warren. Warren. FUCKING MINE.
Brooks looks my way, and I’m sure I’m doing a shit job of schooling my features if the way he’s looking at me is anything to go off of.
Whatever expression he reads on my face has a frown forming on his. Now he looks almost unsure of himself as he steps back from the woman and sidesteps so he’s merely an inch from me.
Leaning in, Brooks brushes his pinky against my hand, eliciting a chill to run up my arm and down my spine. In a hushed tone, he murmurs, “If you don’t want this to happen, speak up and it ends now. But I’ll do it if this is the only way I can have you.”
I don’t want a woman between us.
Instead of admitting that out loud, I tell him, “Tell her to leave.”
“What?”
“Dismiss her,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
“Why?” he questions, and at this point I think he’s prodding me to open up more.
So I do just that. Turning to him, I disregard the fact that we’re not alone and cup his cheek in my hand. “You know why. I’m done pretending we need someone between us. I don’t want to share you anymore. I’m done sharing.”
“Fuckin’ finally,” he rasps as the elevator arrives on our floor.
Confusion whirs to life when he leads her out of the elevator, down the hall toward our room.
“Wait here,” he tells me when we’re outside our hotel room door.
I do as he says, watching from the middle of the opening as Brooks walks her down the hall to another door and tells her, “Change of plans, darlin’.”
Mateo opens the door, and they have a brief exchange while the woman stands in the doorway beside him. Mateo hangs his head out his door and wolf whistles as Brooks makes a beeline back to me.
Without uttering a single word, he pauses only momentarily to get a read on my expression. A single nod is all it takes for our lips to crash together as our bodies collide against the door.
We’re out in the open again, where anyone could catch sight of us. It’s thrilling—but reckless.
Brooks must read my thoughts because he reaches into my back pocket for the keycard to get us away from potentially prying eyes.
As soon as we’re closed inside our room, we pick up right where we left off. Stripping each other from our clothes, he kisses me fervently, bringing my desire to a pinnacle.
We’re ravenous in the way we’re making out, taking what we want from the other as we roughly stroke each other’s cocks.
Brooks breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he pants, “I was hoping you’d tell her to leave.”
I pause to really take him in. His lustrous eyes have darkened to a hunter green, and his inky hair is tousled from where I’ve already run my fingers through it.
He’s so alluring when he’s turned on—everything about him pulls me in.
So it’s no wonder I lose control of my tongue and blurt, “Maybe we can do more.”
Brooks looks momentarily taken aback, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine. Whatever he sees in my heated gaze must be consent enough for him because he leads me back to the edge of the bed, and then his lips are back on mine.
We’re a pair of crazed souls hastily kissing each other.
Brooks licks a line down my jaw before sucking on my neck. He continues kissing, sucking, and biting his way down my body, worshipping every line and divet, pausing only to lick my belly button and bite each of my hips.
He kisses so far down, he’s on his knees and biting into my thighs, touching every square inch of my skin except the one place I want him most.
Glancing up at me from his knees, we exchange a look, and I know he’s waiting for permission. With my hands tangled in Brooks’ hair, I tug hard at the nape of his neck.
“More?” he asks, his voice full of gravel.
I lick my lips and swallow hard past any uncertainty, giving him a single nod.
Brooks doesn’t hesitate to grab my throbbing length in his hand as he slowly drags his tongue from the base of my cock to the tip.
He licks at a frustratingly slow pace, torturously teasing me like the brat he is.
Lapping up the precum leaking from my tip like a spout, he whimpers as he gets his first taste of me.
“More,” I growl, voicing my need for him, causing a switch to flip in him. Brooks goes from teasing to ravenously taking me all the way to the back of his throat in a matter of seconds.
We groan in unison, the sound vibrating off the walls. But I couldn’t fucking care less who hears—at this point, I’m too far gone. My balls tighten from the sounds escaping him as he sloppily works my cock in and out of his mouth.
He works me over, giving me the most insane blowjob—easily the best I’ve ever had. His mouth is warm and wet, his throat tight without the pause of a gag reflex, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take before I blow my load embarrassingly fast.
With my hands in his hair, I throw my head back and hiss when he takes every inch of me, something no one has ever been able to do before.
“Fuck! Baby. Yes, just like that,” I encourage him as I hold my position at the back of his throat before snapping my hips back to allow him a second to breathe. Brooks whimpers, and I can’t be sure if it’s from me calling him baby again or if it’s from the loss of me.
Either way, I’m desperate to hear that sound over and over again—it’s a drug hit straight to my veins.
“You like that, huh? Taking my thick cock to the back of your throat. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Look at you,” I marvel, taking him in on his knees as he worships the fuck out of every inch of my body.
Nudging his lips, I watch with utter fascination as he opens for me and licks the tip before moving to my balls and taking them in his mouth with a boldness I only wish I could possess.
“Oh, shit,” I hiss, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy again.
Brooks releases my balls and growls, “Eyes on me, Pretty Boy. Always.”
My head snaps down and I narrow my gaze on him. “So needy.” I can’t help the chuckle that escapes when he just shrugs, completely unashamed of the fact that he is indeed needy as fuck when it comes to my attention.
My laughter comes to an abrupt halt when he continues his ministrations, cupping my balls in his hands as he uses his teeth ever so slightly, just enough to drive me crazy.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good,” I praise through gritted teeth.
He whimpers again, and I feel like I’ve just won the league MVP earning that sound from him.
Brooks pops off my dick, a string of spit hanging from his lips as he asks, “Can I try something?”
I quirk a brow in response.
“Do you trust me?”
Undoubtedly.
Instead of answering with that, I roughly clear my throat. “Yeah.”
Without another word, Brooks pushes me back onto the bed, manhandling me a bit until my head rests just in front of the headboard.
Nudging his way between my thighs, he says, “Keep these spread open for me.”
I do as he says, though this position has me feeling vulnerable with how bared to him I am.
Trailing his tongue from the tip of my cock down the length to my balls, he grabs me by the backs of my knees and pulls me closer to him, holding me open even more.
With his eyes locked on mine, he spits straight onto the tight ring of my ass before lowering his mouth to that very spot and dragging his tongue in a slow circle, causing me to buck my hips off the bed.
“Just relax. I promise I’ll make it feel so good for you,” he urges before picking right back up where he left off and fulfilling that very promise while driving his hips into the bed, essentially fucking the mattress.
A fantasy of it being me he’s driving into clouds my vision and has me unraveling at the seams.
Oh fuck. Why is this the single greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life?
Scratch that—Brooks erases that thought when he one-ups himself, fisting my cock in his hand while continuing to lick a trail from my balls to my ass. I let out a feral growl I’m sure can be heard throughout the hotel when his tongue dips just inside the untouched ring.
“Holy fuuuuck! Dear God!”
Brooks chuckles deep in his chest. “God won’t help you here, Sin.”
The sight of Brooks propped up on one elbow with his arm wrapped around my thigh while sucking the pointer finger of his other hand into his mouth is sexy as sin, but when he takes it out with an audible pop and uses it to prod just the tip into my ass, I can’t stop the grunt of approval that slips free.
And when he takes me deep into the back of his throat again, the combination is sensory overload.
Pleasure I’ve never felt has my senses going haywire, and before I can give him any warning, I’m coming down his throat with a force I’ve never felt.
White dots spot my vision to the point I think I’ll pass out, and I thank God I’m lying down right now.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I stare down at him while my chest heaves for air. There’s a drop of my cum dripping down his chin, causing a fierce desire to claim him—possess him.
He comes to a kneeling position between my legs and fiercely grips his length.
“Tell me who makes you crazy,” he commands, his voice gravelled yet breathless.
“You do.”
“Say it again,” he hisses.
“You make me fucking crazy, baby.”
Brooks moans, driving my one thigh back with his free hand, while fisting his cock in the other, vigorously pumping his length until streams of his cum paint my ass. The feeling of his release seeping into my asshole is depraved yet addicting all at the same time.
Falling onto me, I welcome his weight as we fight to catch our breath and come down from our mutual high.
Best fucking blowjob ever.
“Why thank you,” Brooks replies through a fit of laughter.
I cover my face with my forearm in embarrassment. “Shit. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Sure fuckin’ did.”
“Whatever. I can’t even find it in me to be ashamed to admit it.”