Chapter 22: Brooks
Olive’s breath is ragged as she whispers the four best words I’ve ever heard anyone say. “I want you too.”
I growl as I kiss her again. Her small hands roam over my arms and back as I hold her small frame flush against my body, her breasts pressing into my chest. I slick my tongue into her mouth, claiming her and she lets out a moan and hitches her leg over my hip. I’m palming her adorable curvy butt before I remember where we are. Not here. The possessive side of me doesn’t want anyone to see Olive like this. Her touches, sultry looks, and little moans are all for me.
“Come home with me,” I say breathlessly. I can’t give her room to run right now. I need her next to me no matter what.
“My place is closer,” she pants. She’s right. Her bakery is only two blocks away. Might as well be two miles with her sweet vanilla scent hanging in the air and her taste on my lips.
“Still too far,” I say before pulling her down the block to the alley where I parked my truck. Thank god it’s close. I deposit her carefully inside before sliding in next to her. The second I get the door shut she clambers into my lap, mouth colliding with mine. The way she’s straddling me causes her leather mini skirt to hitch up her tan thighs.
I’m a single minded man; in this moment, the only thing I care about is the pressure of her warm body as she grinds into my lap, kittenish mewls pouring into my greedy kisses. Gripping her hips, I pull her down hard, rubbing her panty covered pussy against the erection straining my pants.
“Oh, god,” she pants against my mouth as her movements become frantic. “I need--” she breaks off with a little moan.
“You need more?” I taunt her sweetly as I slide her back a couple inches and press a finger against her clit through her panties. She cries out, eyelashes fluttering.
“Your panties are soaked,” I purr into her ear. Slipping my free hand into the hair at the base of her neck, I wrap her locks around my fist and hold her face back from mine just an inch. Just far enough to watch her eyes as I slowly slip a finger under her panties and slide it along her drenched folds.
Her beautiful green eyes are hooded with lust as I inch my big finger into her needy pussy. It ripples and clenches around my digit and it’s so tight even with just one finger that the thought of filling her with my cock has me almost coming in my pants like a teenager.
She licks her lips and her mouth falls partly open as she breathes my name. Those full lips would look so damn pretty sucking my cock.
“I can’t stand to leave you wet and needy. I’m going to take the edge off right here. Then you’re going to take me back to your place so I can lick your pussy until you come on my face over and over and over.”
The dirtier I talk, the hotter and wetter she gets. I add a second finger and I have to tamp down a groan as her cunt clutches me greedily. She closes her eyes as I stroke inside her, but I need to see her when she falls over the edge. Using my grip on her ponytail, I angle her face closer to mine. “Look at me baby,” I command. “I want to watch those pretty eyes while you come.” I pull my hand free from her for just a second, licking my thumb, before thrusting back inside her, rubbing my thumb on her clit.
Olive starts to shake, chanting my name over and over on a soft moan like a prayer. And then it’s “please Brooks, please Brooks, please.” I’m fascinated, drowning in her eyes and lost to the world as I press my fingers hard against her g-spot, still thrusting and stroking her clit.
I see it in her eyes the second she lets go. Her pussy ripples and clenches around me as her eyes roll back in her head, a soundless scream on her lips. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. The moment of pure trust and ecstasy rolls over her and I’m so fucking grateful.
She comes back slowly and I hold her, her head pillowed on my chest. I slip my fingers free of her warm body and bring them to my lips. She looks up at me with a dazed and fascinated expression as I lick her off my fingers.
“Oh god,” she whispers. “Why is that so fucking hot?”
I chuckle and rub my fingers over Olive’s kiss-swollen lips. “Because you taste amazing?” Her little tongue darts out, and she nips the tip of my finger, pulling a groan from me. “I need more of you,” I say. I kiss her again before sliding her back into the passenger seat, reaching around her languid body to buckle her in.
The drive to her apartment isn’t long enough to warm up the truck. She looks half melted into the seat so I scoop her up and carry her to the side door that leads up to her apartment over the bakery. She bats at my chest. “I can walk. Put me down.” She’s laughing despite her protests. I set her down at the door so she can unlock it and let us in. She steps up the first step and turns to put her arms around my neck.
“I’ve never invited someone up here before.”
Uncertainty lines her delicate features and all I want to do is make her smile. I nuzzle her neck and breathe in the sweet smell of her skin. “Well, that’s not true. I know I’ve seen your sister go upstairs.” I can feel her smile even before she chuckles.
“You know what I mean,” she laughs.