He hums against my skin, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through me. His hand slides down my side, over my hip, gripping my thigh as he continues to tease me with his hot mouth. My breath catches as he traces a path up my collar bone to my shoulder with featherlight kisses. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body arching toward him, seeking more.
With one arm around my back, he suddenly flips us over in one smooth motion. I gasp at the sudden shift, my hair spreadingaround the pillow as I find myself under him. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at me, his hands next to my head.
Matthew
I can't believe this is happening. Brooke is beneath me, her hair spread across the pillow like dark silk, her eyes reflecting the dim lights streaming through the window. I hover over her, my breath coming fast and shallow, my heart threatening to burst through my chest.
All those years, believing I wasn’t good enough for her.
And now here we are.
I lower my head to capture her lips again, savouring the soft moan that escapes her. Her skin is impossibly soft under my fingertips as I trace the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip. I can feel her heartbeat fluttering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
"Brooke," I whisper against her mouth, unable to form more coherent thoughts. Her name has become a prayer, a plea, the only word that matters.
Her hands slide up my back, nails lightly scraping my skin in a way that makes me shudder. When she arches against me, the friction nearly undoes me completely.
"Wait," I manage to say, pulling back just enough to catch my breath. My dick is so hard it hurts, pressing against her thigh. "Are you sure?" I ask, holding onto my last thread of control.
She whispers "I'm sure," grinding against my hard cock. All eight inches. When I had that late growth spurt, more than my height grew.
Fuck. The feel of her soft skin against mine is driving me insane. I literally can't think straight with all my blood rushing south, leaving my brain useless.
I reach down between us, finding her wet and ready. She gasps when I slide my fingers against her, her hips bucking up. I'm not gentle about it. Don't need to be. She's soaking, her body telling me everything her mouth already confirmed.
"Condom," I grunt, reluctantly pulling my hand away.
I reach down to grab the condom from my pants, but Brooke locks her legs around my waist, pinning me against her. Fuck, the feel of her wet pussy against my cock nearly makes me lose it right there.
"Hold on," she says, stretching toward the bedside table. She holds up a small box, a smirk playing on those lips I've been fantasizing about for years. "Here. I thought they'd expire before I got to use them."
Jesus Christ. I snatch the box from her hand, pulling it open with my teeth because I'm not taking my other hand off her tit. Not now. The condom wrapper gives me trouble, my fingers are too damn eager, too slick with sweat, but I manage to rip it open.
"Let me," she whispers, taking the condom and reaching between us.
When her fingers wrap around my cock, I nearly black out. Not some-dramatic fucking high. It's like getting hit by a goddamn truck, but in the best possible way. My entire body tenses, muscles clenching so hard I can barely breathe. Her grip is perfect, firm but not too tight, the slight drag of her palm against my skin sending jolts straight up my spine.
"Fuck," I hiss through gritted teeth. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, desperate for more contact.
She smiles up at me, that wicked little smile that says she knows exactly what she's doing to me. I'm putty in her hands, literally, and she fucking knows it.
When I finally push into her, I go slow. Not because I'm trying to be romantic or some shit, but because I need to feel every goddamn inch of her wrapping around me. The heat is unreal. Tight. Wet. Perfect. I pause when I'm all the way in, my body shaking with the effort of holding still.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, dropping my forehead against hers. Sweat beads at my temples, drips down my back. The world narrows down to just this, the place where our bodies connect, the raw, slick heat of her wrapped around me. Fuck, I've never felt anything like this. My body's on fire, muscles clenched so tight they might snap.
"You okay?" I pant against her neck, barely able to form the words. My dick’s throbbing inside her like it's got a mind of its own.
She nods, digs her nails into my back hard enough to leave marks. Good. I want the reminder tomorrow.
I pull back slightly, watching her face contort when I push back in. Her eyes roll back a little and Christ, that does something to me. Makes me feel like a goddamn king. Like I could bench press a car or some shit.
"Fuck," I groan, picking up the pace. The headboard slams against the wall, and I don't even care if the people in the next room hear. Let them hear. Let the whole damn hotel know.
My thighs burn, abs cramping from the effort. Sweat drips from my chin onto her chest, sliding between her tits. She arches up, meeting every thrust, and I grab her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
The sensation is fucking incredible. Every nerve in my body is lit up like a Christmas tree, but there's nothing holy about what we're doing. My hands grip her hips tighter, and I'm pounding into her now, any pretence of control completely shot to hell. Her skin is slick with sweat under my palms, and I can feel her pulse hammering everywhere we touch.
"Fuck, Brooke," I growl, my voice barely recognizable. "You feel so fucking good."
