I toss the lube to Brooks. “I’m ready.”
Brooks uncaps the bottle and pours probably more than needed onto himself. Slicking his dick, he lies over me and notches himself at my entrance.
Oh God. Even feeling the head there is too much for me. I have to take several steadying breaths to keep myself from exploding.
Until Brooks slowly pushes past the tight ring of muscle. I dig my fingers into his back, urging him to keep going.
I pull him down to kiss me, adjusting to his size. Loving the feel of him filling me up so perfectly.
“Move.”
“You sure?” Brooks asks, whispering against my lips.
I give his ass a light smack. “Yes.”
When Brooks pulls out, I lament the loss instantly until he’s thrusting back inside. His moves are unsure at first, but when I pull him down to keep kissing me, he gains confidence.
With each jack of his hips, each brush of his cock againstmy prostate, a heat moves through me that threatens to burn me from the inside out.
As Brooks moves inside me, our kisses are ravaging. The hunger that hangs between the two of us amps up my desire. I don’t want to come yet. But Brooks is going faster and faster.
Those hazel eyes of his are full of emotion. It has everything mixing inside of me, like a pop bottle shaken, ready to explode.
I still can’t believe this is happening. That this is where Brooks and I are right now. So close to coming together.
“I’m close, Charlie.”
“Oh, God. Me too, Brooks,” I moan. “I might have an obsession with your cock.”
It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m exploding. Cum shoots out of my dick—untouched—as my entire body tightens. It’s then I feel Brooks coming inside of me.
Holy hell. I’ve never felt anything better than this. I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. Doing it with Brooks?
Fuck. I’m coming undone as he continues unloading inside me before collapsing on top of me.
The two of us stay like this, my skin sticky with sweat and cum as we try to catch our breath.
“Obsessed with my dick, huh?” Brooks says against my chest.
“Oh God. It just slipped out.” I start laughing.
“I mean, if you’re obsessed, I’ll make sure you get your fill.”
“Like I am now?”
Brooks shifts, resting his chin on my chest. A happy, soft smile rests on his perfect lips.
“Yes.” I brush a piece of hair off his forehead. “How are you feeling otherwise?”
“Good. Great.”
I press a kiss to his lips before he goes back to resting ontop of me. My fingers drag up and down the notches of his spine.
Right now, everything is perfect. So fucking perfect, it has my heart swelling in my chest.
Except…
I’m wrecked. There is no one else that will ever compare to him.
