Nerves flare low in my belly, but I do as he asks, parting my knees just enough.
“That’s a good girl,” Brookes utters, his gaze fixed on my core, eyes darkening. He places a hand flat on the glass, his own legs spreading just a touch as he anchors himself. “Now I wantyou to touch that pretty pussy,” he demands. “Watch me while I watch you.”
Heat creeps up from my chest, up my throat, flaming my face, and humiliation starts to singe the edges, causing my heart to thunder.
“Come on, baby,” Brookes taunts, smirking at me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Be a good girl for me and touch yourself.”
Releasing a stammering breath, I place a hand on my thigh, dragging my fingers up and down the soft skin, inching closer and closer to the apex with every pass.
Brookes watches so intently, it’s almost as if I can feel his gaze burning through my skin. The way he works himself over with long, slow, lazy strokes only encourages me, giving me this newfound sense of confidence to help satisfy the painful need that throbs deep inside of me.
When I finally touch myself, when I feel just how wet I am, I suck in a shuddering breath, surprised by just how badly I actually want this.
“That’s it,” Brookes gruffs, nodding slowly. “Tease your clit, baby.”
I graze the sensitive bud, my legs twitching, and I’m unable to stifle my own moan, gripping the edge of the counter to stop from falling off and onto the hard tile.
“Yes, just like that,” Brookes encourages. “Draw little circles around it.”
I follow his direction, my head falling back and hitting the mirror as a groan tumbles out of me. My back arches, and I can already feel the blood rushing to my core, every inch of my body thrumming with anticipation and need.
“Fuck, Pops.” Brookes groans, and I snap my head back up, noticing his own movements grow faster, less controlled. “Slide a finger into your pussy,” he commands. “Fuck that needy little cunt and show me exactly what I’m missing, baby.”
My mouth falls open from his words and just how much I’mobviously affecting him. And I do it. In fact, I think right now, with the way Brookes’ gaze is watching me, I’d do just about anything. Slowly, I slide my middle finger inside of me as far as it will go before removing it and doing it again and again.
“Oh my God.” I whimper, using the heel of my palm to rub my clit.
“Fuck!” Brookes tips his head back on another low, rumbling groan, every sculpted muscle pulling and tensing beneath his skin. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
My head falls against the mirror again, my eyes rolling back as the base of my spine starts to tingle. I continue pumping into myself, warmth flooding through me, every muscle in my body tensing as the wave deep in my belly builds.
“Look at me, Poppy!” Brookes growls.
I look at him, our eyes meeting through the steam swirling in air between us.
“I want you to look me in my eyes when you make yourself come for the first time,” he demands. “I want to know it’s because of me.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” I pant out, breathless, spots dotting the edges of my vision.
“Come, Poppy,” Brookes grits out. “Come right fucking now.”
And I do. With a scream that doesn’t even sound like me, stars explode all around me as wave after wave of bliss rolls through, my entire body quaking and contorting as I prolong the feeling until it’s too much and I have to force myself to stop, collapsing back against the mirror.
“So goddamn pretty when you come,” Brookes says with a soft smile, and then with a few more pumps of his fist, I watch as his muscles tense, his body going rigid before a low, deep groan vibrates through his chest and his cock releases, shooting thick ropes of seemingly never-ending cum all over the shower glass and up onto his stomach and chest.
And as I sit here, my mouth hanging open, gaping at him ashe comes down from his high, the remnants of his release washing off his body, I’m still vibrating as I realize something: I think I might finally be ready.
CHAPTER 32
BROOKES
Ijust came harder than I’ve ever come from jerking off before. And even now, as I shut off the water and step out of the shower, my eyes fixed on Poppy as she grins dopily, slumped back on the bathroom counter, my dick is hard again. Or still. Hell, I don’t even know.
Drying off, I wrap the towel around my waist before closing in on her and standing between her still parted legs. I drag my fingers up and down her soft thighs before wrapping them around her wrist and bring her hand to my lips. Then, staring directly into her heavy-lidded eyes, I suck her fingers into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her left lingering there.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the backs of her fingers. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Poppy sits up at my praise, leaning into me, and I cup her flushed cheeks, pressing a soft, featherlight kiss to her lips before gliding my tongue inside her warm, sweet mouth and reveling in the way she moans when I claim her. The way she’s wriggling, grinding her hips, searching for more, I’m starting to think that I could possibly make her come from kissing alone.
