Chapter 12 Brooks #2
I fisted her hair and pulled her off my cock, forcing her to look up at me. Saliva glistened at the corner of her swollen lips, her eyes wide and shimmering with desire. Breathless. Wanting.
As much as I loved seeing her on her knees for me, I wasn’t ready to be finished. If I let her keep going, I would’ve been undone in minutes, and I needed more than that.
My other hand slid to her throat, not rough but commanding, guiding her up to her feet. The moment her toes touched the floor, I crushed my mouth to hers. The hand at her throat kept her close, our lips colliding like two people starved.
She melted into me, kissing me back with the same desperate urgency. Her hands tugged at my jeans, shoving at them until I stepped free and kicked them aside. She stood before me in only her pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting every last layer gone.
“Not here,” she breathed against my lips, her voice shaky with need. “If Ruby wakes up…”
Without hesitation, I broke the kiss and tossed her over my shoulder. Her squeal was muffled by her laugh, her fists pressing lightly into my back. I didn’t bother with the clothes we left behind, not when I had her.
I carried her up the stairs, my pulse thundering in my ears, and into my bedroom. The only rooms up here were mine and the bathroom I used.
With one push of the bedroom door, we were sealed off from the rest of the world. I dropped her onto the bed, my gaze devouring the sight of her as I stripped my shirt off and let it fall.
Her laugh danced in the air when I hooked my fingers into her pants and yanked them down, panties with them.
She was bared to me, sprawled across my bed, and my chest tightened at how utterly stunning she was.
I wanted to take a slow moment to memorize every curve, every delicate detail—but desire roared too loud in my veins. There would be time later.
Now, I needed her.
I dragged her toward me, her ass at the edge of the bed to rest on the footboard, and shoved her thighs apart.
“Brooks, what are—”
My tongue answered before she could finish. I licked a long, slow stroke up her slit, savoring the taste of her. The sound that tore from her throat had me groaning against her. I flicked her clit and then sealed my mouth over it, sucking hard, pulling another broken moan from her lips.
Her hips jerked, grinding against me, her hands clawing at the sheets.
“Fuck, Brooks,” she gasped, her voice shaking, breaking.
I pressed one hand flat against her stomach, pinning her down, keeping her at my mercy. My tongue and mouth worked relentlessly—licking, sucking, devouring her like I’d been starving and she was the only thing that could satiate me.
She rocked against my mouth, chasing the friction, her moans growing louder, tighter, until her thighs clenched around my head.
Her release came in a rush, her body trembling, her voice breaking on my name. I didn’t stop until she was gasping and shoving at my hair, pulling me away with a shaky laugh.
“Too much,” she whispered, breathless.
I leaned back, lips glistening with her, and smirked. I could’ve wiped it away, but I didn’t want to. I wanted her to taste herself on me.
When I kissed her again, she moaned into my mouth, our tongues tangling, lips crashing like we couldn’t get close enough. She shimmied backward onto the bed, dragging me with her, never breaking the kiss.
Then she pushed at my chest, flipping our balance, and suddenly I was flat on my back, head resting against the pillow.
Annie straddled me, her thighs bracketing my hips, my cock throbbing against her as she leaned down and pinned my hands above my head. Her hair fell around us like a curtain, her eyes blazing as she smirked against my mouth.
The sight of her in control, flushed and wild, had me harder than I’d ever been.
She ground against me, her slick heat sliding along my length, making me groan into her kiss. I could’ve overpowered her in an instant—rolled us, taken back control—but I didn’t want to. I wanted to see her like this, wanted to feel her using me for her own pleasure.
Her lips hovered at my ear, her voice low, sultry. “I’ve been thinking about this. Since the first morning I saw you standing shirtless in my kitchen.”
I chuckled, my chest rising against hers. “Oh yeah? Is that right?”
She grinned, her teeth grazing my jaw. “You know the kind of effect you have on women. Don’t play dumb.”
“Maybe,” I said, my voice rough with desire. “But I don’t give a damn about other women. I care about the effect I have on you.”
Her breath hitched, and then her lips crashed back to mine. She kissed me hard, demanding, while she rocked against me, sliding along my length with a torturous rhythm.
I grunted, my hips lifting to meet her. Every nerve in my body was lit up, desperate for more.
As I stared at her—her flushed skin, her hair tumbling in wild waves, her eyes dark with hunger—I knew I was ruined.
The moment I sank into her, I’d be a man desperate for more.
“As much as I love this little game you’re playing,” I rasped, my voice thick with need, “I’m going to need you to let go so I can fuck you properly.”
Annie laughed, breathless and mischievous, loosening her grip on my arms as she sat back. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, her chest rising and falling like she was just as undone as I was.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I admitted, my voice lower now, roughened by restraint.
My hands immediately found her breasts, cupping the soft weight of them, savoring the feel of silk against calloused palms. I squeezed, kneaded, teased her nipples between my fingers until she gasped, arching into me.
My hands trailed lower, exploring every curve, every line of her body like I was memorizing her. “What do we do?”
She hummed, a sound that vibrated through me, savoring each touch.
Then, slowly, her hands came to mine, guiding me with deliberate control—down her waist, up her ribs, circling back to her breasts.
She wasn’t just letting me touch her. She was painting a map, guiding me exactly where she wanted me, like an artist shaping her own masterpiece.
Her gaze caught mine, heavy and unflinching. “I’m on birth control,” she whispered. “And I haven’t let anyone touch me without protection since my husband.”
I froze, every nerve in my body tightening. “I’ve never not used one,” I admitted, the weight of that truth thick between us.
Her lips curved, a daring challenge in her eyes. “Then we have our answer.”
The thought of being buried inside her raw made my chest tighten, my control waver. I’d always been careful. Always distant. Always protected. But with Annie—this was different. This wasn’t a hookup. This wasn’t casual. This was about to ruin me in the best possible way.
“Then I’m going to need you to put those hands on the headboard, Red.”
Her breath hitched. She bit her lip, then obeyed—sliding up, rising to her knees, bracing herself against the headboard.
I wrapped one hand around my cock, guiding myself to her, and when I felt her slick warmth open for me, I held her hips still, savoring that split-second of tension, then drove into her in one deep, relentless thrust.
“Fuck!” Her cry tore through the room, her head tilting back, throat arched in abandon.
I buried myself inside her, my hips locked against hers, savoring the way her body gripped me like it was made for me alone.
I pulled back and thrust again, harder, and harder, until her breasts shook with each impact.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air, a rhythm that demanded surrender.
She clung to the headboard, gasping as I drove deeper. My hand slid down to her clit, circling her as I thrust. She writhed, her hips crashing against mine, chasing every ounce of friction.
Her voice broke on a gasp. “Right there, Brooks. God, right there.”
I clenched my jaw, thrusting up into her. “Take it, Annie. Take everything you need from me.”
“I need more.”
“More what?” I demanded, my voice frayed with need.
Her eyes locked on mine, fire burning in them. She grabbed my jaw, pulling me closer until her breath fanned my lips. “I need it harder. I need you to really fuck me, Brooks.” With a force, she shoved me back, leaving me aching for her.
A growl ripped from my chest—deep, feral, raw. I crushed my mouth to hers, sitting up, and in one swift move, I flipped her onto her back. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I pinned her beneath me.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Annie,” I warned, my voice guttural.
She smiled like sin itself. “I think I do. Don’t be shy.” Then, she fucking winked.
That was it. That was the match to the powder keg.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them high above her head, my weight holding her down as my mouth claimed her nipple.
I sucked, bit, teased until she writhed, begging for more.
Then I shifted, lifting one of her legs onto my shoulder and plunging into her again—deep, punishing strokes that made the bed rock and creak beneath us.
Her cries filled the room, each one shooting fire straight through my veins. She wasn’t quiet. Neither was I. This was raw, primal, unrestrained.
“God, Annie,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt.
Her nails dug into my arms, her head thrown back as she moaned, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I was lost. Lost in her body, her sounds, the way she clenched around me like she never wanted to let go. My free hand slid down, finding her clit again, pressing and circling as I pounded into her.
Her whole body arched, her voice breaking as she cried my name, falling apart beneath me. And the second she shattered, I followed—thrusting deep, emptying myself into her with a groan that came from the very core of me.
I collapsed against her, breathing hard, my forehead pressed to hers. For a long moment, there were no words—just the sound of us trying to catch our breath, our bodies slick and tangled, our hearts pounding like they were racing each other.