“You’re a good cock sucker,” he says. “I could watch you with my dick in your mouth all fucking day.”
My eyes begin to water as I take him deeper.
He stands, kicking the chair backward as he moves, the sound of the leg screeching against the hardwood piercing the air. I’m thrown off balance, taking my soaked hand and pressing it against his thigh to hold myself steady.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he holds my head still and thrusts deeper into my mouth. “Damn, Audrey.”
I can’t control the spit accumulating around my lips or my hand. Tears collect and cloud my eyes from the intensity of it all. Each push of his cock toward my throat sounds like a rhythmic slurp, and it only adds to the overstimulation taking place around me.
“Do you want my come down your throat or in your pussy?” he asks, his jaw flexing. “You have about five seconds to decide.”
I pull away, his cock popping free from my lips, and gasp a breath. I can’t see clearly. I can’t breathe normally. I can’t hear anything but the roar of blood over my ears or feel anything but the throb between my legs.
His eyes are wild, the greens deep and hooded as he lays me on my back. He’s on top of me, pushing the thin piece of fabricto the side, and then parting my pussy with his cock before I can brace myself.
“It feels like sucking my cock turned you on,” he says, slamming inside me.
I yelp, the intensity—the bite of pain accompanying him filling me so completely, is so utterly perfect.
“Did you like that?” he asks. “Because watching you suck me just might be the highlight of this entire trip.”
He loops my legs over his arms so my opening is angled in the air, and he can sink even deeper into me.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him. It’s been too much, too fast—too everything. “I can’t hold it back.”
“Never hold it back. This is for you.”
I hit the top of what I can handle and then fling myself off the ledge, capitulating to the pleasure he, and only he, can deliver.
“Fuck!” His arms shake as he loses his control and finds his orgasm with mine. Head back, eyes closed, and throat flexed, I force my eyes to stay open so I can watch him fall apart.
And he does.Spectacularly.
I’ve never experienced something both euphoric and sexually liberating. Frankly, I had no idea sex could be like this.
Physically, I’m satiated and sore. Emotionally, I’m content. I couldn’t ask for anything more from this man who goes out of his way to give me everything. Brooks Dempsey defies words.
And in a moment of pure vulnerability, with my guards lowered and my fears shoved away because I’m safe with him, I wonder if I didn’t just fall in more ways than one.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Brooks
“I can’t believe it’s time to go already,” Audrey says, tossing her remaining toiletries into her bag. “This was the fastest getaway of all time.”
“Did you have a good time?”
She grins at me like I’m ridiculous. “I’m going to assume that’s not a real question.”
I shrug on my way to her, wrapping her in my arms from behind and pulling her back into my chest. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling the ease of air flowing in and out of my lungs. Because when we leave here, that sensation will be over.
The curtains are open to let more of the early afternoon sun into the bedroom. The host graciously allowed us a super late checkout since no one was coming in on our heels, so we’ve spent most of the day leisurely preparing to go. We’ve avoided talking about it until now, as if we didn’t discuss leaving, we wouldn’t have to.
“Well, I had a fantastic time,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “You made this the most memorable trip of my life.”
“Then you haven’t had many memorable trips, huh?”
