The next time my cock wasn't throbbing a hole through my jeans, I planned to make sense of Brooke's accounting of my attire. But right now, I had her bra unhooked, but I couldn't discard today's fine lingerie until she gave up the button fight. "Would you fucking stop with the shirt?"
"You stop with the bra," she yelled. "Let me do this."
"Let go of the goddamn shirt. I'll take it off myself." I closed my fists around the delicate bra cups, tugged them apart. "If you think I won't rip this thing in half, you're not paying attention."
She dragged her gaze up my chest, to my face. "Don't you dare."
"Have it your way." I grabbed her hands away from the shirt and freed the bra from her arms. My shirt was quick to follow. "Just so you know, your way does not involve you fiddling with buttons for an hour."
I pinned her wrists behind her back and held them there with one hand. I shoved the other into her panties and strummed her clit as I walked her toward my bedroom.
"Rude," she muttered.
"Yeah, just the way you like me, Bam." I kicked the door shut and wasted no time yanking her jeans all the way off, bending her over the bed, pressing her cheek flat on the quilt. I traced the line of her panties from waist to hip to crotch. "What am I allowed to do? Or do you still not know what you need?"
"Bag up your meat and fuck me," she answered. "Don't act as if you know anything about me."
I fisted her panties, twisting the fabric until it wedged between her folds. She sent me furious glares over her shoulder, but she also squirmed like crazy to get the friction she wanted.
"You're cute like this," I said as I kicked off my remaining clothes and fished a condom out of my bedside table. "Never cuter than when you're bent over and snarling mad."
She wiggled out of the panties. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
I kicked her ankles apart and took my cock in hand, pressed it to her opening. Of all the things I hadn't been able to get out of my head in the past few months, the way her body opened to me was the most vivid. I remembered it like a punishment.
"It's true." Pushing that thought from my mind, I slammed inside her. I stayed there, my head bowed and every inch of me throbbing as she shifted beneath me. I listened to her uncomfortable gasps and frustrated sighs, holding myself steady as she adjusted to me. I thought I wanted this. I thought I'd enjoy watching her struggle like she did the last time, thought I'd get some satisfaction out of it. I didn't. I wanted to make it better, make it good for her.So fucking good."It's true, Brooke."
"If you think calling me cute will soften me up, you're extremely confused."
"Not confused." I eased out of her, hooked my arms around her shoulders and behind her knees, and chucked her on the bed. "I know how to soften you up."
She went with a yelp and a curse—"Motherfucker!"—but her legs fell open when I crawled over her, a clear and welcome invitation.
I rested my weight on one arm as I fisted my cock, moving inside her with slow, easy rolls of my hips. She barely had half of me, but that half was heaven. There was a reason men were content with just the tip.
"This is better for you," I said. She licked her lips, hummed in agreement. "Then it's better for me."
"Don't bullshit me," she said, canting her hips up to take more. "The last thing in the world I want is your patronizing, nice guy bullshit."
"I don't know how I went from being the asshole to the nice guy, but I'm not patronizing you with any amount of bullshit, sweetheart." I dropped my forehead to her chest, ran my lips around her nipple. "Is this all right?"
Instead of speaking, she arched up, feeding me her small breast. I licked and sucked her nipple to a stiff peak while I snared the other between two knuckles. Now this,thiswas all right. She was wet like a river and all her tightly wound tension was melting away.
I couldn't claim to know everything about Brooke's mind or body, but I knew it took time for her to relax enough to enjoy this. She came to me with a head of steam and enough stress to form a diamond, and none of that disappeared when I dropped my pants. I couldn't argue it away and I couldn't fuck it away; I had to learn how to unravel it. I had to learn Brooke, and I was beginning to believe I wanted to make room for that challenge in my life. It was foolish and definitely in service to my dick, but I liked this. No matter what happened when it was all said and done tonight, it wasn't ending here.
"Your cock is not as great as you think," she said, her nails cutting into my biceps. "You need to do something with it. You need to move. You can't just stick it inside me and think you're done."
This fucking woman. Goddamn, I did not want to like her.
"And you can't just lie there and expect me to know what you want," I replied, giving her a slow roll of my hips. "Speak up, sweetheart."
"Keep doing that," she said, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. "Keep doing that and—mmmm."
"That is the right fuckin' answer, Bam."
* * *
Brooke sighedat the ceiling approximately thirteen seconds after I rolled off her.
