Chapter Sixteen #4
In response, Brooks pressed his hand deeper into my belly, and I could suddenly feel the depth of him, feel exactly how far he had tunneled into me, and it wrangled another moan from my throat.
“Lie still for me. Can you do that?”
I nodded, because I wasn’t sure I had much left to give anyway.
But he didn’t move.
His hand didn’t ease off my stomach either, so I felt his cock pulse inside me, thick and hot. The stillness of it sparked an entirely new desperation in me.
“Brooks,” I whined.
“Not yet,” he responded and gave his hand a deeper push, tightening my fit around him for a second. I whimpered. I was hypersensitized and he was torturing me by not doing anything about it. Just a little move. A flick. I could be so close again in an instant.
“Brooks.” I tried to swivel my hips.
“I told you to lie still.” He shot me a look that made me freeze, his eyes having gone so dark they almost looked black.
“Do you get a kick out of making me squirm?”
“Yes,” he smirked, “but more importantly, I want to leave a mark. You’re going to walk out into the world and you’re going to remember exactly how my cock filled you.
How deep you took it for me. Whenever someone so much as mentions my name, you will feel me right here.
” He pushed his hand down again and at the same time, pulled back just enough to give me one hard thrust. With the increased pressure on my abdomen, it felt deeper and tighter than before, setting off a spark just on the edge of pain.
“Possessive much?” I gasped.
“I’m not delusional enough to think I could possess you, but I have every intention of haunting you.”
“Haunt me?” I laughed even as his words burrowed deeper, ingraining themselves on my mind. There it was again. That strange bubbly blend of playfulness and pure craving. A cocktail getting me lightheaded enough to become addicted.
He smiled down at me. “It’s only fair. I’ve been under your spell for weeks.”
“Oh.” He wanted me to carry a physical reminder of him because I was already on his mind.
Had been for weeks. The realization rippled through me with a shiver, including my inner walls tightening again for a split second.
The perceivable reminder of his intense weight and depth inside me making me whimper.
“I told you to lie still,” he huffed.
“That was involuntary, you stupidly gooey man.”
This time, Brooks laughed. He brushed his free hand over my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. Even that small shift felt like an inch toward sweet salvation, and I fully moaned against his mouth. “Please, for the love of god.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, his lips moved off mine along my jaw and to the sensitive spot right beneath my ear. “You’re going to feel me here, too,” he rasped, and at the same time pressed his hand deeper and sank his teeth into my skin.
I gasped, all the air rushing from my lungs, as a hot pain blended with my need for him, and somehow turned into the kind of pleasure that trembled through every bone in my body.
I’d done my fair share of experimenting, but nothing came close to this.
“Brooks,” I whimpered. I was on the edge of my balance. I was pressure and pain. I was want. I was need.
“Look at you, still getting wetter for me.” His hand slid off my belly and down between us, just to swirl through the arousal coating me.
I moaned. Sensations homed in on the space between my legs.
My knees jerked around his hips as I became aware how slick even the insides of my thighs were.
There was no doubt about how desperate I was for him.
He deliberately pulled his fingers up through my fold, skipped over my clit, and spread them up over my pubic bone and abdomen again.
I let out a strange pleading moan, my nerves amped up with voltage that had nowhere to go. I needed release.
“You’re going to feel me here,” Brooks repeated, and this time left a bruising bite at the nape of my neck, and he pressed deeper on my belly.
His throbbing hardness inside me pushed against a new spot, and I felt him everywhere.
From the tips of my curling toes to the back of my throat.
Every muscle tightened as stars swam in front of my eyes.
“Brooks.” I’d lost my voice, his name a mere breath on my lips.
He leaned back up. Still putting pressure on my stomach, he used his other hand to steady my hips as he finally pulled out. Only to barrel back into me.
My back arched. My hands scrambled for a hold on the sheets.
I tried to move against him, or with him, or anything, but he held me in perfect position and delivered slow and powerful blows.
Each one drove down to the hilt. Each one met the pressure of his hand on my stomach, electrifying every cell in my body.
I was close. So close.
The bed creaked under us as the room filled with heavy breathing and moans and the unmistakable heavy scent of pleasure.
He let go of my hips. My tailbone met the mattress.
And before I could use this bit of freedom to get in a single move, he pushed the second hand into my stomach, too.
He gripped me from either side, the heels of his hands sinking deep into my flesh—and I, fuck, I—I felt him between them.
He tunneled into me right in the space between his thumbs.
He’d molded me around him. Every ridge and ripple of his cock filled me.
Not a hair’s breadth between any part of him and any part of me.
It was such a narrow and perfect fit, every stroke felt too tight, right until he slotted to my deepest point.
My lungs ached under the fullness. The corners of my vision swam.
And I plunged into an orgasm that sent shock wave after shock wave through my body with every thrust. I screamed or maybe I didn’t.
Blood rushed through my ears too loud to hear.
He was unrelenting, fucking me through the orgasm without slowing down.
I croaked something, maybe a plea, maybe his name, as I trembled through my aftershocks beneath him.
“That was beautiful, Addie baby. You’re being so good for me,” he whispered and eased his hands off my abdomen.
The praise wrangled another whimper from me, my core clenching around him.
I almost felt silly for the way my body reacted to his sweet words.
Brooks, however, came back to me, face-to-face, and kissed my cheek.
“You’ve got this. You’re doing such a good job taking me. ”
Again, I tightened just at the way he was talking me through the comedown, and shivered from the feeling of him moving against my sensitized core. He had slowed down, but he was still leisurely sliding in and out.
How on earth was he still going? If I’d gone four years without action, I would have shattered within seconds.
Brooks didn’t just like touching. He liked grabbing. He liked having something to hold on to.
I pressed his shoulders back until he was almost kneeling between my thighs again, and I could take both of his wrists without risking a catastrophic collapse.
The momentary confusion lifted from his face the second I placed his hands over my breasts.
His hands were big, but so was my cleavage.
He had to splay his fingers wide to get a good grip of each mound.
And just like he’d guided me over the piano, I pressed down on his fingers until they dug painfully deep into me.
He gasped, his hips snapping forward. Well, I definitely made the right call.
“Addie.”
“Touch me the way you want to touch me,” I said, echoing the instructions he’d given me for kissing him just days ago.
That was all the invitation he needed. One of his hands stayed on my chest, the other clenched around my ass.
His grip on me tightened, but the dull ache under his hands was immediately eradicated by the rough blows he delivered.
I would have knocked my head into the headboard if he hadn’t held me in position.
I gasped for air as every cell inside my body tightened again.
Sweat pearled down Brooks’s temple, and his biceps flexed as he pumped in and out, and I was completely subjected to his strength, and something primal and desperate unfurled inside me as I shattered every bone in my body on another orgasm.
Brooks followed me off the edge this time.
He moaned with that beautiful deep voice of his and I already knew I’d replay that sound a million times in my head later.
I went completely limp. Exhaustion pulled at me in a way I’d never felt before. I barely registered Brooks moving off me and coming back to me a second later, perfectly bare against me, skin to skin, completely.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a while,” I mumbled.
“Then we’ll just stay here.” He turned us over, pulling me on top of him. My face found the perfect spot to rest in the crook of his neck.
“Hmm,” I hummed, too exhausted to come up with a better response.
“Just let me take care of these before you pass out on me.” Brooks slid his fingers in under my faux bob and started pulling the thin golden hairpins out, one curl after another coming loose. “They look too sharp for you to sleep in.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled. “Don’t forget yours.”
“Mine?”
“Hair.”
“What about my hair?” he asked, confused.
“I don’t know.”
His chest shook under me with quiet laughter, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Sweet dreams, Addie love.”
I wanted to return the sentiment, but my tongue was too heavy, so all that came out was a wordless mumble. He was still carefully working hairpins out when I drifted off for good.
· Brooks ·
I had no precedent for handling a situation like this. There had been no rehearsal time. You didn’t get a sound check for having explosive sex with one of your best friends turned pretend-fiancée. It just happened. And then you had to figure out how to behave afterward.
This had gone way beyond feeling each other up when we switched the lights off in her living room each night.