He’s invaded every corner of my life…personal, family, professional. And I don’t want it to stop. I want more of it.
We get back to the penthouse, and I kick off my heels in the hallway. But before I can fully take my coat off, he’s scooped me off my feet and has me cradled in his arms. I wait for him to carry me up the stairs to the bed, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turnsdown the hall past the spa and toward a door I’ve never been out before.
He presses a code into it as he kisses me, and then, before I know it, we are outside on a pool deck.
A fuckin’ pool.
On the fuckin’ roof.
The fuck?
He walks over to the wall and flips on a switch, and the pool lights up in bright neon colors.
And then he sets me down. He reaches behind me and swiftly unzips my dress as far as he can before he spins me around.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, exasperated.
“Taking off your clothes,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Brooks! We’re outside.”
He gives me a look and looks around.
“We are twenty floors above everyone else in the city,” he says. “Now turn around.”
A breeze blows and sends chills erupting all over my body as the fabric slides down over my arms and past my hips. Now, I’m standing on the pool deck in just a lacy strapless bra and black matching panties.
He reaches for my bra, but I stop him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I say. “You are going to have to undress some now. I’m not gonna be butterball naked up here while you’re still fully clothed.”
He laughs.
“Butterball naked?” he asks. I shrug, but he reaches up and starts to unbutton his shirt. I am practically drooling by the time he takes it off. He has the most beautiful chest. Perfect peaks and valleys. Speckled with curly black hair. Lines of pecs and abs making me wetter by the second.
Then he undoes his belt, and I watch as his dress pants pool at his feet. God, he’s so fucking delicious. The muscles of hislegs flex with every move he makes, and even up here in just his boxers, he is a sight to behold. The breeze blows his hair around a little bit, but it all just makes him look majestic as hell.
I reach out my hand to him, letting my fingers trace the bumps of his ab muscles, up to his chest where I let them play with his hair for a moment. I reach my other hand out and trace his bicep. His body is so perfect that it makes my body hurt. Not hurt, more like ache. It's like, even when I have him here in my hands, it's not enough. And I've never known something like that.
I circle his neck with my arms, and I pull myself up to kiss him gently, but then it gets more urgent. I'm an addict with him, and the more I taste him, the more I need him. We kiss more intensely now, our tongues intertwining, our lips covering each other's and making both our lips puffy and swollen. He sets me back down on my feet and reaches around with one hand to unclasp my bra. He tosses it to the side, and then his eyes drop down to my chest. He bends down, cupping one in his hand and taking the other in his mouth so swiftly it makes me gasp.
He sucks and pulls on it until my head drops back, and then he moves over to the other to do the same. At the same time, we reach for each other's waistbands, pushing our underwear down over the other's hips. He springs free, and I drop to my knees on the pool deck immediately, before he has time to make the next move. I take him into my mouth, letting the warm bead of moisture that's already formed on his head slide down my throat. I work him with my hand in sync with my mouth, and I feel his body tense up. I love the control I have over him when he's like this. It literally makes me feel like I'm on top of the world.
I reach around, digging my nails into his butt, pulling him closer to me and making myself gag on him. He reaches a hand down to gently massage my hair, hissing through his teeth andwhispering to me how good of a job I'm doing. He reaches down a moment later and pulls me up by my armpits so that I'm on my toes.
He slides one hand down between my boobs, past my stomach, until he gets to my pussy, and then slides a finger inside of me and then another, but his eyes stay locked on mine. I gasp, my nails digging into his arms as he starts pumping them in and out. He starts slow, and then once he finds the angle that sets me off, he moves faster and deeper. I bite my lip, my head dropping back as he works me with his hands, and I can hear myself getting aroused.
He takes them out and sucks my juices off them, and it makes me want to collapse in front of him. He doesn't let me, though. Instead, he swoops me up and lays me on a table nearby. He leans forward, holding my legs apart. He swipes his tongue up and down my slit, licking up the juices that he brought out of me. He moves his tongue rapidly, then slowly, lapping me with lavish licks that make my whole body feel hot.
I smack my hands down on the wood, clenching the sides of the table, moaning as he writhes on top of me. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding them apart, and as I push my head back, my whole body shifts. He tugs me back to him. His eyes flick up to mine.
“Ah-ah, princess,” he says. “Don't run away from me now.” I grin and bite my lip, urging myself to stay put. He moves his tongue up farther, sucking my clit into his mouth and playing with it for a moment before he sets it free, then he gives himself two strokes before he pulls me gently to the edge of the table.
“Hold on, baby,” he says, “let me grab a condom.” He leans over to the ground and dig ones out of his pants, tears one open, and rolls it on. He warms me back up with his fingers, making sure I'm ready for him, and then he pushes himself inside.
“Fuck,” I let out.
God, he fills me up so good. He’s so thick and hard, and my body loosens to let him deeper inside of me. He hoists my legs up over his shoulders and lifts my ass off the table driving into me harder. Then he pulls me up to him with one hand, lifting me off the table and carrying me to a chaise lounge. He switches us around, and now I’m on top.
