“Yes. We can do that, baby.”
She poured the rest of the bottle into my mouth and gave me the biggest grin. My body bucked at the promised pleasure, and I slid my hands along her smooth thighs. She pulled the dress up, revealing the tiniest lacy panties I had ever seen, and I swore I almost cried with need. “I want to come all over your hands.”
“Yes, fucking ma’am.”
11
Michelle
My bodystill tingled from the first orgasm, a slow, delicious aftershock that I hadn’t felt in a long-ass time. I’d had sex, sure, but an orgasm like this? It had been forever. My fingers and toes were numb, my limbs light with the kind of post-release haze that made me feel almost untethered, like I wasn’t inside my own body. It had been so long since I let myself unravel like that—since I let go of the carefully constructed control I clung to every day.
And Brooks? He was looking at me like he was ready to ruin me all over again.
I sucked in a breath, trying to gather the pieces of myself, but my mind was still tangled in the emotions that had been pulling me under all night.
The wedding was beautiful. Perfect. I wasn’t built for that kind of thing.
I spent the entire evening feeling like an outsider looking in, like I had stepped into a world I had no business belonging to. Fiona had been radiant, standing there with Gideon like she knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that she was loved. That she was safe.
And I had been happy for her. Truly.
But something had settled in my chest, tight and unwelcome. I was too focused, too careful, too busy making sure my life stayed on track to ever let myself dream about something like that.
I couldn’t afford to.
Which was why I needed this.
Needed him. Just for tonight.
One night where I could shut everything off—the expectations, the control, the constant pressure to be responsible and level-headed—and just feel.
Brooks made me feel everything.
His body was warm, solid, real beneath my fingertips. The way he looked at me—like he wanted to devour me, like he had waited a long time for this and wasn’t about to waste a second—set every nerve in my body on fire.
His fingers traced a slow, lazy line along my thigh, his touch sending sharp little sparks through my already-sensitive skin.
“I know we agreed on hands,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger, “but how would you feel about my mouth?”
My breath hitched.
His grin stretched wide, almost dangerous in the way it made my stomach twist with need. “I want to taste you,” he continued, dragging his fingers higher. “See if your pussy is still so fucking sweet.”
Jesus.Jesus Christ.
The way he said it—low, rough, possessive—made my thighs clench around nothing, my breath coming in quick, uneven bursts.
I was already spiraling, my head too full of emotions I didn’t have the capacity to sort through.
I wanted to disappear into this. Into him.
Into the way he touched me like I was something he needed just as badly as I needed him.
My limbs trembled, anticipation and something deeper curling low in my stomach. I was too raw, too desperate, my body already begging for more before I could even think about pretending to play it cool.
I had no control here. And for the first time in forever, I didn’t want any.
I could only nod, my lips parting as I sucked in a shaky breath.
