Chapter 23: Olive
Brooks pulls his face back to look at mine, gently cupping my jaw with both of his enormous hands. “I do know what you mean,” he says with a gentle smile. “Do you still want me to come up?” The porch light throws his face half in shadows, but I can still see those adorable crinkles around his eyes. Our bodies are pressed together, his erection grinding into the front of my pelvis and all I can think about is his promise to eat me until I come. Repeatedly.
“Oh, hell yes,” I whisper before pulling his mouth back to mine. I’ll never get enough of his kisses. Desire thrums through my body as Brooks grips my hips and backs me into the entryway. We climb the stairs. Sort of. Because I can’t tear myself from his lips and his hands are all over my body. I fumble with his buttons as my cardigan falls away. His shirt goes the same way and my hands stroke up the planes of his chest, reveling in the sensations of his smooth skin, the hard muscles and the tickle of his chest hair. He’s so fucking manly and I love it.
A warm hand wraps around my lower back, preventing me from falling backwards up the stairs and I giggle as he rips my shirt off over my head. I’m distracted by the sound of Brooks inhaling sharply. He leans back, looking me up and down, devouring me with his eyes. He cups my breast over the cream-colored lace of my bra, his thumb stroking my nipple.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he whispers reverently. And the way he’s looking at me, I believe him. Any insecurities I might have about my body be damned because this man doesn’t seem to see them at all.
“I want you,” I whisper back, arching into his touch. His hand on my ass lifts me against him and I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him carry me into the apartment. I’m so lost in the way he kisses me, tongue slicking against mine, claiming me and demanding more, I don’t realize where we are until my back hits the bed. Brooks’ enormous body hovers over mine and I wrap my legs around him even tighter, grinding against him, frantic with need. His control is iron clad though, because he unwraps me from his body, stealing the delicious friction. I moan at the loss, frustrated and needy.
Brooks chuckles gently, kissing his way down my jaw, the column of my throat and across my collar bone. He inches lower, his fingers leaving tantalizing trails of goosebumps for his mouth to follow. His hands cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples through the lace until the tight little peaks are straining to escape.
Everything he does feels incredible, sparks of desire and pleasure slowly consuming me. When his warm mouth closes over one of the little buds and his teeth nip at me I nearly jump out of my skin, crying out for more and holding his head in my hands. My bra is off before I even realized he was unclasping the little front closure and his warm mouth closes around my other nipple. Cool air hits my damp areola causing the nipple to tighten to an almost painful degree. I’m so desperate my moans are taking on a plaintive note.
Brooks yanks the hem of my skirt up, pressing his palm against my mound and I cry out at the pressure and relief. “Yes-yes-yes,” I hiss, rolling my hips to meet his blessed hand. He doesn’t give me enough to come. I realize that he’s doing it on purpose and I moan. It doesn’t matter that he already made me come in his truck. I need it.
He sits up, pulling my skirt down my hips, taking my panties with it and I lift my butt, trying to help him as much as I can. As soon as he has me bare, Brooks’ face is between my legs, my knees thrown over his shoulders. I lean up on my elbows because I want to see everything this man does. The scruff of his short beard tickles my inner thighs and I squirm as I realize he’s got his nose in my trimmed curls and he’s inhaling my scent. “You smell so good,” he rumbles.
“Ohmygod, so dirty,” I moan. I lift my hips, trying to get him closer.
“Not this pussy,” Brooks replies with a smirk, his eyes blazing as he gives me a long slow lick. “Do you want to know what you taste like?” Another slow, tortuous lick. I’m panting, falling to pieces and all I can manage is a jerky little nod. “You taste like vanilla and spices and apples.” He nuzzles my thigh, biting me gently. “You smell and taste like that all over, but you’re especially delicious right here.”
I never knew dirty talk was my thing, but damn, I am into this. Face back in my pussy, he licks my folds, pinpointing my clit and circling his tongue around it over and over until I’m shaking. I come, crying out, my thighs clenching around Brooks head in a death grip. He chuckles, pleased with himself as he eases back.
“You’re so damn pretty when you come. Look how flushed you get.” Brooks palms my stomach with one hand as his fingers stroke me, bringing me closer and closer to falling again. The pleasure and praise in his voice lights me up almost as much as his touch. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” Brooks teases as he slides two fingers inside me.
I can’t answer, too wrapped up in the sensation of his hands all over and inside me. I’ve already come twice but I still want more and I cry out as he pumps in and out of me. “I can tell you do pretty girl, here’s the proof in your sopping wet pussy.” His fingers make an obscene, wet sound as he fucks me with them. A fresh wave of lust tingles down my spine and Brooks chuckles. “So fucking wet and perfect,” he whispers sinfully before putting his mouth back on my clit and sucking, drawing it into his lips. The sensation, combined with his fingers stroking inside me is too much, too intense, and I fall apart with a scream, his name on my lips.