"Exactly." I step to her until the back of her legs hit the bench. "There's no noise in here. Well… besides yours." I kiss her neck again, and she hums like I knew she would. I lick my lips and smile. "If someone comes in, we'll hear it and can hide behind the boards."
"You've thought of everything, haven't you?"
"I told you, you can trust me."
Brooke holds my gaze and reaches for my joggers. "I know I can."
A fire lights inside of me hearing those words—and knowing I can finally have her. "Come here." I snatch her wrist from my waist and kiss her hard once before moving my hands to the elastic around her hips and pulling her leggings and underwear both down at once. "Sit," I bark, and Brooke obeys, a smile on her face I wish I could frame.
I kneel between her thighs, lifting one over my shoulder as she places her palms on the bench and settles her weight backward. "I guess this is why they call it the sin bin," she snickers, letting her neck loll back.
"No one calls it that," I correct her, peering up.
She drags her head back up to face me. "Uh… yes they do."
"No." I dip down and kiss the inside of her thigh. "They don't."
"Mmm… I've done my research, Drew. People absolutely call it that."
Leaning forward, I drag my tongue up her middle, and she hums as she bites her bottom lip. "The media maybe," I concede, nipping at her clit. Brooke shifts her hips up toward my mouth, and I laugh at the contrast of her actions with her argument. "But you call it whatever you want, Mystery Girl. Just let me eat this fucking pussy like I've wanted to all day."
Brooke gasps as I dive into her. "Holy shit," she cries, her words bouncing around us and egging me on.
I flick my tongue, guiding a finger inside and hooking it at just the right angle. Brooke exhales heavily and slides her hand into my hair. "Oh my God, I forgot," she says, attempting to grab a hold like she's used to. "It's gone."
"Do you miss it?" I ask, adding another finger.
Brooke moans, her lids closed, and digs her nails into my fade. "No, it's just different." She opens her eyes, and I get lost in them. "Still perfect." She shifts her weight, switching hands and letting her head fall back again. "I can totally work with this."
I shake my head and grin as I vanish back into her, devouring her like she deserves. Brooke knows exactly what to say to put me at ease, butnot because she's telling me what I want to hear. She just understands me. It's part of why I like her so much.
And I really fucking like her.
One thing I've learned throughout this whole experience with hockey is that when you truly care about something—or someone—you shouldn't feel nervous or worried. People talk about how heightened anticipation and positive anxiety's a good thing, but I call bullshit. When your heart is involved, you shouldn't be hoping for approval with warning signs in your gut disguised as butterflies. You should be at ease—yourself. And not afraid of the reaction.
That's what Brooke does for me. She makes me feel accepted. Seen. And it's all that I want. Hell, it's all anyone could ask for. And that's why being that for her is so important. She's changing my life every day that she embraces therealme—and helping me embrace him too. Her opening up to me means everything. And I plan to get that from her in every way I can.
"Drew," Brooke whines softly, my fingers working inside her as I suck on her most sensitive spot. My dick twitches from the sound as it always does. And from seeing her so raw with me.
"Don't hold back, baby." I continue at my relentless pace, flattening my tongue against her center. "I want all of this."All of you.
Brooke pulls my head closer to her with one hand, her fingers on the other, curling around the bench. I continue my movement, my cock growing harder—selfishly, her undoing is as much for me as it is for her. I reach up under her shirt, brushing my thumb across her nipple, and when I squeeze it gently, her thighs begin to quiver.
"God, yes. Keep going."
"I need you to come for me, baby. Before I fucking do."
She whimpers at my warning—or confession. "You like this, Twelve? Watching what you do to me?"
I blow out a long steady breath just inches from her middle, centering myself but also adding to her pleasure. "You know I do," I answer, pumping both fingers in and out of her, then dipping back in, swirling circles with my tongue.
Brooke moans, tightening around me, the lower half of her leg wrapping around the back of my head. I continue licking and sucking until her pussy pulses against my lips, and my cock strains so hard against my joggers it's borderline painful.
When she finishes riding out her high on my mouth, I slide up from my knees, standing tall above her. I take her chin in between my thumb and forefinger and lift so that her eyes meet mine. "I could watch you come for me all goddamn day."
Her lips part as her breathing continues to spurt out in short, quick breaths. "I need more of you," she whispers, sliding off her shoes and leggings.
I growl, tightening my grasp. "You have no fucking idea, baby."
