“Relax,” he whispers, kissing my ass cheek before sliding his thumb in and out a few more times.
His tongue laps at my pussy, licking me with long strokes, then flicking my swollen clit. Soon, he sinks a finger inside of me, still circling his thumb inside my ass, and the dual sensations bring me close to the brink.
“What do you want, Lindsey? Do you want this?” He works his finger in and out of my pussy then halts it, leaving me breathless.
“Or do you want this?” He sinks his thumb into my ass a few times, then pulls it out.
I nod, rolling my head against the shower wall.
“I want both,” I say. “I need both.”
He playfully slaps my ass as he stands behind me, stroking his cock as he his palm flexes wide over my skin, locking me in place.
“Then I’ll fuck them both,” he says, guiding his cock to my pussy first and slowly sinking into me.
“Oh, shit,” I whimper, slapping the shower wall above my head as he slowly pulls out then drives into me again. I squeeze my own breast with my free hand, pulling on my nipple to relieve the building ache.
“Oh, that’s too fucking hot, Lindsey. You can’t do that,” he says, suddenly reaching around my front to straighten my spine while he’s still inside me.
He flips the shower fixture off, and I have to stand on the tips of my toes to keep his cock in place, but it’s worth it to feel both of his hands on my breasts as he pumps into me from behind. As his hips work faster, his hands slide down to my hips, holding me in place so he can fuck me harder.
He pulls out and steps back, then holds out a hand, urging me to follow him. My body beckons me to follow, and I feel drunk yet totally aware of every nerve in my body. I step over the shower curb and move toward the sink counter. Brooks spins me to face him, then lifts me onto it and spreads my legs so he can step between my knees. He guides his cock into me within seconds, and I lay back so my shoulders and head are resting on the mirror as he pummels into me as his hands hook under my thighs.
He seems practically mesmerized by the way my tits shake with the force of his cock thrusting into me, so I touch my nipples again with one hand, hoping it drives him even more wild.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls as I pinch myself. He jerks my knees forward until my ass is nearly hanging off the sink, and I brace myself with my other hand as he pulls out of me, then guides his cock into my ass.
“Relax, baby,” he says, pushing his tip in at first, teasing me as he gets me used to his size.
Brooks is thick, and I should be worried about him putting his cock there, but I’m not. I want to feel him inside me everywhere. I want to please him with all of me, to taste him and have his cum paint me inside.
“I’m ready. I swear,” I say with a vibrating whimper.
“Oh, yeah?” He slides in deeper, going slow as my body expands to take him.
“Ah!” I cry out, my mouth held open as I look between my legs.
He pauses about halfway—at least I think it’s halfway—then slowly slides out before pushing in again, this time deeper. He works my pussy with one hand as he pulls out of me again, then teases me with the tip of his cock, coating his dick with my wetness before pushing it back into my ass. His slick shaft slides easily this time, and I take him all the way.
“Yes,” I utter, my head resting on the mirror again as my eyes roll back with the movement of his hips. He goes slowly at first, teasing my clit while he fucks my ass, but soon, I’m climbing to my peak and begging him to go harder. He does as I say, fucking my pussy with two fingers while he fills my ass with his cock. I come undone, numb from the explosion of nerves throughout my body. Brooks holds me in place as he fills me with his cum, pulling out of my ass and painting my pussy with the last few drops.
He leans over my naked body when he’s done, one hand at the arch of my back so I don’t slip from the counter, and his forehead lands on the mirror above mine.
“I think I like it when you travel with me,” he whispers, shaking with an exhausted-sounding laugh.
“I’m really only here for the hotel shower,” I tease.
Brooks laughs out louder, then pulls me up so I’m sitting solidly in front of him. He moves his hands to my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs before dropping a chaste kiss to my mouth.
“It’s good you like this shower, because you’re going to need another one after that. Come on,” he says, helping me to my feet. He washes my body clean, taking care to clean every place he had me before shutting the water off and drying my skin. He walks me to his room, pulling a large T-shirt from his suitcase and slipping it over my head.
He offers to get us room service, but I’m too tired to eat. Plus, I’m too happy lying next to him in his bed while Holly sleeps inthe small basinet next to us. If this weekend is our fantasy, I’m not wasting any moments of pretend on overpriced burgers and fries. I’d rather take more showers with him instead.
TWENTY-ONE
BROOKS
One month later
