Chapter Sixteen #3
He kissed his way down my neck, across my chest, until he couldn’t kiss farther.
One rough tug had my dress down to my waist. For a second, cold caressed the peaks of my breasts, sending another delicious shiver down my spine.
Then his mouth cut a hungry path across my flesh, his teeth leaving deep red marks on my skin.
The hot sting sent another wave of pleasure through me.
My body convulsed. His fingers curled inside me, and his teeth sank around my nipple, and the piano whined strange notes beneath my quaking muscles as I came undone in the heat.
My moans echoed off the walls. He kept thrusting, kept stroking, kept biting and kissing, until my voice died, and I was nothing but tremors and bliss.
Holy fucking shit.
My vision swam like hot air over asphalt, and I was sure my bones had melted away, judging by the heavy droop of my trembling limbs.
Brooks only drew his hand back when I stilled, and my breathing evened out. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
“Don’t worry. I’m not done playing with you yet.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” I smirked and leaned back. My vision was a little blurry and some curls hung in front of my face, but I could make out his smile. He brushed my hair back.
“Yes, I strum my fingers over you, and you make a beautiful sound. I’m playing with you.”
“Can I request a slightly more comfortable surface for your next performance?”
“Happy to oblige.”
I slid off the piano only to wobble on weak legs and flimsy heels. Brooks was on his knees in an instant. He had the tiny buckles on my shoes undone in record time.
“Thank you.”
“This is self-serving. I’ve been wondering what you look like from this angle when you’re all flushed and needy for me.”
“What’s the verdict?”
“The kind of view I won’t get tired of. I’ll have to revisit it soon,” he said as he straightened back up.
Dress halfheartedly tugged up again, I let Brooks guide me up the stairs and to his bedroom.
We could have probably made that trek in under a minute, but we kept pausing to kiss, against the wall, against the railing of the stairs, pressed up against a glass case housing more awards than I could count at a glance.
We left Brooks’s jacket and shirt somewhere on the way.
And even if I wasn’t big on the whole wandering hands thing, I loved holding him in my arms with nothing but bare skin and muscle under my touch.
I liked keeping my fingers splayed on his chest, nestled in the soft wisps of hair there.
“Lift your arms for me,” Brooks whispered against my lips, and I followed his command. He undid the zipper down my side and the dress dropped to the floor. Organza and satin pooled around my ankles like a pearlescent cloud. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
Reverent hands traveled from my wrists to my shoulders, and down my sides. On their way, his fingertips feathered over the sides of my breasts, and that one touch raised goosebumps on my skin. I shivered.
“Cold?”
“No.” I smiled. He had me naked in front of him and was still so considerate, he worried about my body temperature.
“Can I?” I reached for his belt and when he gave a small nod, I worked the buckle open, then the buttons and zipper underneath.
Brooks sucked in a sharp breath as my hands moved over him, and even through the layers of fabric, I felt how hard he’d already gotten for me.
He helped push down his boxers and pants in one move, discarding them on the side.
For a moment, we just stood there. Stripped down.
Allowed ourselves to drink in the other.
The broad shoulders and a faded tattoo on his rib cage.
The dark hair shaped like a perfect trail from his navel downward.
The growing erection with a slight upward curve and a perfect shiny bead of pre-cum showing me just how much he wanted me.
“You’re gorge—” I started, but he cut me off with his mouth on mine.
His hands roamed over me, both cautious and hungry. His fingers explored the curves and dips of my body, but he also palmed my breasts, dug into the flesh of my backside. It was an exhilarating blend, never giving me even a second of knowing how he’d touch me next.
We somehow tumbled into the bed without coming out of the kiss. It wasn’t even until I lay perfectly beneath him, knees drawn up on either side of him, that we stopped kissing long enough for him to grab a condom from the nightstand.
I reached for it impatiently, but he yanked it back.
“Fuck, wait. I should probably double-check…” He turned the wrapper around in his hands. “No, we’re good. Won’t expire for another two months.”
“I thought condoms lasted years.”
“They do.”
“Oh.” The frenzied need for him cleared from my mind a little as Brooks pulled his shoulders up, looking almost insecure.
“I was a little busy figuring out this parenting thing,” he explained.
“Are you telling me you haven’t slept with anyone since our tour?”
“Since a couple of months before the tour, technically.”
“Damn. That’s like four years.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “So this is a Thing.” I scooted up to properly look at him. “Like, it’s special. You’re ending your celibacy. Are you sure you want to waste that tonight? On me?”
He flattened me with an unwavering glance, the anxiety dissipated from the set of his shoulders. “Not a second spent with you is wasted, Addie love. Every moment I get to touch you is invaluable.” Before I could come up with a response, his mouth was back on mine, condom momentarily forgotten.
Goddammit. He really meant that. I smiled into the kiss and felt myself getting ready for him all over again. “I can’t believe you’re turning me on by saying corny shit like this.”
“Oh, am I?” He leaned back, pushed my knees wide and cocked his head as he checked for himself. A new and bubbly feeling spread through me, a mix of arousal and amusement. He kissed the inside of my thigh, and I giggled, even as my muscles contracted under the sensual touch.
I was giddy.
Happy.
“Every day I get to see you, I consider myself the luckiest man in the world. Just to be allowed to exist on your radar.”
Even as instincts told me to roll my eyes at him, the muscles low in my stomach tensed, and I watched him as he, in turn, watched how his words sent ripples down to my clenching core. “You’re a cheesy, cheesy man.”
“You intoxicate me.”
“Dee-doo, dee-doo-dah.” I sang the little jingle from Britney’s “Toxic.”
“God, and I fucking love your voice.” This time, he didn’t wait to see what his words would do to me. He delved down and swept his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one long stroke.
“Oh Jesus, Brooks,” I gasped and melted into the pillows, sliding against him.
“Sing to me.” He glanced up through his lashes and flicked his tongue against my throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Now?” I whimpered, rocking my hips, needing any kind of traction. “With your head between my legs?”
“Yes,” he simply said, and sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Oh fuck. Oh god.” I arched into him as the electric current from earlier buzzed alive again, fast and hot.
Brooks let the little pink bud plop from his lips and looked up at me, waiting.
Despite having just teased “Toxic,” now the only song that came to me was the Lizzie McGuire song from the movie. Because all I could think was that being here with him really was what dreams were made of.
“Addie?”
“No songs. Brain too smooth.”
“ ‘Dreams.’ ”
“Huh?” I blinked at him. Had he just read my mind?
“It’s my favorite of yours.”
Right. Obviously, he wasn’t thinking about Disney Channel movies right now. I actually had a song called “Dreams.” He was single-tonguedly destroying my ability to think straight.
“Remind me how it starts?”
He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss against my pubic bone. “Just the girl behind the blue door.”
“In that apartment on the fifth floor, where people never climb—Oh god, yes.” I was barely singing, pressing words out in a vague melody while Brooks teased and sucked and licked me into a jittering frenzy.
“Keep going,” he ordered.
“Drives a beat-up car that never left the state, but knows she’s destined for something great. She has to bide her time.” His tongue slid into me and my voice died in a squeak. He pressed it tightly against my inner wall as he lapped up my arousal.
“Delicious,” he groaned.
When he didn’t keep going, I started singing again.
“And she is right where she is asked to be every day. When night falls and she lives her dreams, she runs away.” My voice dissolved into air more and more with each word.
I should have launched into the chorus next.
But the only sounds crossing my tongue were moans as he drove two fingers back into me and my hips bucked off the mattress.
Sparks dancing across my vision, I writhed through another orgasm. I grasped at his hair as he kept licking and nibbling my hot, throbbing clit, kept me caught in the electric current until I collapsed breathless beneath him.
He was somehow above me, chain on his neck dangling between us, and then he kissed me.
Slow. Steady. He gave me a taste of my own sweet-bitter climax, only to lean back on his knees again and deprive me of his lips.
I whimpered my disapproval. Instead of coming back to me, however, Brooks ripped into the little crinkling wrapper.
He rocked into me with one thrust, buried down to the base, and I squeaked, my flesh still burning from my last two orgasms.
“God, you feel so good, Addie baby.”
His praise soothed some of the tender strain I felt around him. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to thank him or return the compliment, but I was too spent to use my words, so I just squeezed my muscles around him.
“Fuck,” he gasped and slammed a hand down on my lower stomach, “don’t move right now.”
“Like this?” I fluttered my eyelashes innocently and gave him another little squeeze inside of me.