My eyes blow out wide.
A small smirk tugs the corner of his mouth, clearly amused by my reaction. “Is that okay?”
I suck in a tremulous breath, more than a little desperate for that overwhelming rush again but so, so nervous. “I’ve… I’ve never?—”
“I know, baby.” His cocky smirk transforms into a soft, gentle smile as he comes closer, carefully cradling my cheek, lips pressing against my temple in a slow kiss, whispering against my ear, “I’ve got you.”
Between the way he calls me baby and the feel of his lips peppering kisses down the curve of my neck, I’m nodding urgently. When his mouth finds a spot that I didn’t know existed, at the base of my throat, my back arches up off the bed as he licks and sucks, my toes curling because what is that?
“Oh my God,” I sigh out. “Keep doing that.”
“You like that?” Brookes murmurs against me, circling his tongue around and around that one magic spot, sucking and biting as his hand moves from my cheek, trailing downwards, barely grazing my breast through my nightie before continuing down my side and stopping at my hip, holding me firmly, whichis when I realize I’ve been writhing almost uncontrollably like a crazed person.
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.
His fingers kneed the flesh of my hip, inching down, closer and closer to where I’m positively throbbing for him. And, as if he can hear my thoughts, his thumb grazes the very edge of my panties, his low, gruff voice whispering, “Does it make this pretty little pussy ache?”
“Yes!” I whine, the neediness in my own voice surprising me.
“Can I slide my hand in your panties?”
I nod embarrassingly fast.
“Words, Pops,” Brookes demands. “I need a yes.”
“Yes,” I husk, clamping my bottom lip painfully between my teeth.
Pressing a soft kiss to my new favorite place at the base of my neck, Brookes lifts his head, his gaze roving my face, watching me so intently as his hand dips under the waist of my panties, so careful and slow, it’s almost excruciating. When one thick finger drags along my slit before gently nudging between my folds, I stop breathing.
“Fuuuck,” Brookes groans out, burying his face into my neck again, a low growl rumbling through him.
The tip of his finger tickles my most sensitive spot, sending a shudder to surge through me, my thighs clamping around his hand involuntarily.
“Open up for me,” he murmurs against my skin, his tone gruff and demanding.
And, as if I’m not in control of my own body, my legs ease apart.
Lifting his head, Brookes’ glazed eyes find mine again. “That’s a good girl.”
And, I don’t know, but the way he calls me a good girl… I never in my wildest dreams imagined it could be so goddamn sexy. I suddenly want to be a good girl, to hear him call me that again and again.
“You are so damn wet, Poppy,” Brookes mutters, and I can tell because the sounds are amplified through the silence. It’s mortifying. I should be ashamed, but I’m far too needy to care.
“I would love to watch you come, just like this,” he rasps under his breath, watching me as he drags his finger up and down, each pass over my clit causing me to gasp and twitch. “But I need to taste you so fucking bad.” Arching a brow, he steadies me with an all-consuming stare. “Is that okay? If I taste you?”
“Yes!” I answer quickly, giving him the word he needs. “Please?”
Brookes’ grin is wicked, and I know he loved the addedpleasebecause his eyes practically dance through the darkness. “Good girl.”
Pushing up onto his knees, Brookes keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slides his hands up and under the hem of my nightie, looping his fingers into the waistband of my panties. And despite my flaming cheeks, I lift my butt up off the bed, allowing him to drag them slowly down my legs. He tosses them to the side, and then, wrapping his hand around one ankle, he lifts my leg and positions himself between my legs. Never once do his eyes abandon mine as his calloused fingers skate up the inside of my thighs and back down again, over and over, inching a touch closer to my throbbing core each time. It’s delicious torture. I’m practically panting with need.
Shuffling down so he’s lying on his front, Brookes’ voice is low and taunting as he says, “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Pops.”
“Call me baby,” I whisper.
“Noted.” The corner of his lips twitch, but then his gaze drops and I see his mouth part on a breath. “Holy shit, baby…” His eyes lift, looking at me through his lashes. “You are… perfect.”
He touches me, his fingers holding me open to him, and when I feel him blow a cool breath over at my core, I close my eyes. Because it’s everything I never knew I needed, but it’s also degrading as hell having his face literally right there.
