Chapter 32: Olive
Oh Jesus. Is that what I want? Fuck yes. Which is crazy because I’ve never done anything like this before, but at this very moment, nothing could turn me on more. I’m finding lots of firsts with Brooks and each one has been better than the last.
I realize I’ve been thinking and not answering when Brooks grabs a handful of my ass and gives me a playful pat.
“Yes. Yes please,” I answer breathily. Brooks sits on the edge of his bed. It’s low and modern but looks comfortable, like most of his furniture. I don’t have long to appreciate it though because a split second later, he has me bent over his lap like a disobedient child. My hands hit the floor.
I sputter because this wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind, but he quiets me with a smack to my butt cheek. It doesn’t hurt, but the sound is surprising enough to stop my complaints. Brooks rubs the place he spanked, his touch seductive.
The way he has me positioned presses my sex into his muscular thigh and I’m finding a new appreciation for the male quadriceps.
“These panties are pure sin, Olive,” he grumbles. “I can see how wet you are right through them.” As if to make his point, his hard dick flexes and presses into my stomach. He slides his fingers down to slick over the wet mesh covering my pussy and it feels so fucking good that I can’t help the moan working its way out of my throat.
Brooks palms my ass, rubbing in circles before lifting his hand to smack my other cheek. The sensation goes straight to my pussy, making my core clench as I shift against his thighs.
He keeps a sort of rhythm, spanking and rubbing until I’m wiggling with pleasure, my ass warm and tingling. Every nerve feels lit up with desire until I’m not sure if I want this to go on forever or if I just want him to fuck me now.
I quickly lose count, lost in the pattern and sensations when he pulls back his hand, making me think another smack is coming only to gently trail his fingers over my back, hips or thigh. The anticipation and tender caresses are the sweetest torture.
His questing fingers slip under the edge of my panties. I’m wet. So wet I’m almost embarrassed. Or I would be, except for the growl of appreciation that rumbles out of Brooks. The steel length of his dick presses into me, throbbing with his approval as he slides two fingers inside me.
“This is sexy as hell, dirty girl.” He’s practically vibrating with satisfaction, curling his fingers into my g-spot lazily until I’m dizzy with need. It’s so insanely good, but I need more. Faster, harder, deeper.
“More,” I whimper.
“More what? I told you I was going to make you so needy you’d beg for me to fuck you.” His voice is low and heavy with lust.
“Arrogant ass,” I sass back with a grin.
He has my back on the mattress so fast I don’t even have time to register the shift before his massive body is on top of mine, limbs tangling with mine as he pins me down.
“God, I love it when you’re mouthy,” he groans. He grabs a condom from the nightstand and has it rolled on in record time. He slides inside of me in one long slow thrust, all the air in the room rushing out as we both gasp at the sensation of something so big being clasped so tight.
Brooks slips an arm under my shoulders, holding me close, and presses his forehead to mine as I hitch my legs around his hips.
“Fuck you feel good,” He grunts as he thrusts into me. The angle of his rocking hips hits me just right and I’m already so wet. Fire curls in my belly, demanding release until I’m shaking and someone is pleading to come with each plunging stroke and I realize it’s me.
Brooks pulls my hair to the side, exposing my neck, leaving soft warm kisses on my skin over and over again until the world shatters around me.