She takes the strings around her neck into her hand and trails her fingers down them. "And I could get used to wearing them."
I shake my head, ripping the cords from her grasp and tugging her toward me, so close that I can feel her quick breath on my lips. "Fuck that. Take it off."
Brooke pulls her knees up and wiggles her hips below me, hiking the hoodie up over her waist, proving me right.Fucking flawless.
She crosses her arms, yanking the fabric up and over her head. The shirt she has on underneath goes with it, and she tosses both to the other side of the bed where I could guess her jeans and underwear are hiding too.
Standing back up, I place both hands between her thighs and rip them open. "You already wet for me, baby?"
Brooke shrugs, not even remotely shy being on full display.My girl.I reach for the top button of my shirt, wishing I had already taken it off with my jacket, and nod toward her hand sitting next to her ass. "Check."
Brooke once again drags her teeth along her bottom lip, but this time, I stop myself from doing the same. Instead, I let my shirt slide off my arms and down to the floor as she walks her fingers up the inside of her thigh.
I unbutton my pants, freeing myself, rock hard for her, and at the same time, she dips her fingertip inside her pussy. Brooke gasps, either from her touch or the view of my throbbing cock, and holds her pointer up to me. "Soaked."
I snatch a hold of it with one hand, grabbing myself with the other. Taking it in my mouth, I taste just how wet she really is. My dick twitches against my palm in response, and a growl creeps out around her finger.
She smiles and reaches for me. "I think I know what you want."
"Jesus," I groan as she strokes the length of me.
It's funny how my dad can try to dictate my life, Jane can tell me who to date, but here, I call the shots. With Brooke though, I don't have to take the reins. It's like she already knows what I need. Like she already knowsme.
And fuck if that doesn't turn me on more.
"Why don't you take a break and let me perform for you for a change," she suggests. I roll my tongue past my lips and inhale with anticipation. "That okay?"
I answer with a kiss, bending down and smashing my mouth to hers. I try to tell her with my tongue howokaythat is—how refreshing it feels just to be with her. She whimpers her acceptance as she stands, still holding me tightly. My dick aches against her touch as she uses her free hand to push against my shoulder.
I turn with her movement until my calves are backed against the mattress. Suddenly, she pulls away from our kiss and shoves her hand into my chest. "Sit," she commands.
My lips curl at the change of pace, but I oblige without hesitation. Following my movement, Brooke drops to her knees between my legs and locks eyes with me. She holds my stare, my begging body growing more and more impatient for her, then parts her lips. I wait for her words, but she doesn't speak. Instead, she spits on my cock like a goddamn angel, then takes all of me into her mouth at once.
"Fuck, baby," I shudder, bracing my weight on my hands behind me, my head lolling backward.
Brooke hums with her lips wrapped tightly around my base, and I feel the vibration everywhere. She works her mouth up and down, her tongue swirling against my tip, her cheeks hollowing as she slides back and forth. Her hand lands at the sensitive spot below my belly button as she glides it up my abs already tight in reaction to her fucking mouth.
My hips flex beneath her as she drags her fingernails back down the length of my torso, and I come dangerously close to finishing before I even get to be inside her. Reluctantly, I slip my hand past her ear and tug at the hair at the nape of her neck.
"Come here," I say, pulling her to me, both of us now standing. Brooke digs her grip into my sides as she presses her hips against me. "Tell me whatyouwant, Mystery Girl." I kiss her once, then drop next to her collarbone and nip up her neck.
"I want to get on top," she answers, clearly breathless.
I scoop her up as she instinctively wraps herself around my waist. "Say fucking less."
Sitting back on the bed, I throw one arm around her lower back and shuffle both of us toward the headboard. "Your show, baby," I say, settling us both into the mattress.
Brooke untangles her legs from underneath me and pushes up on her knees. I grab her hips, expecting to help guide her onto me, but instead, she shifts forward. "Think I'm still wet for you, Twelve?"
My cock flexes at that name falling from her lips. "You better be," I say, following her movement.
"Check," she says cockily, her pussy now hovering just above my chin.
When I realize what she's doing, I shake my head in disbelief, then lick my lips. "God," I draw out. "I knew you were bad."
I force her to sit, my mouth diving into her slick middle. She tastes exactly like I remember—sweet and like a fucking escape. I slide my tongue up the length of her slit, massaging her ass with my hands as I do it. Brooke leans forward, grabbing a hold of the headboard, moaning and riding my face like my goddamn Ducati. My cock protests behindher, my own body jealous of itself, my breathing quickening as Brooke's rhythm increases.
"Holy shit," she cries.
