My eyes blow out, but the slight restriction does something to me I’ve never felt before, something I don’t hate, something I want more of.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, staring deep into my eyes.
I nod quickly, and with a huffed chuckle he holds me right there, hand around my throat as he thrusts his tongue between my parted lips, the kiss both filthy and delicious.
When I feel the wave of my orgasm begin to crest, I tear myself away from Brookes’ lips, sucking in a gasp. “I think I’m going to?—”
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, still holding my throat with one hand, my hip with the other, his strong thigh rocking up and down, meeting my greedy center with fervor. “Be a good girl and come all over my thigh.”
When Brookes tightens his hold around my throat just a touch, warmth floods my body and sends me toppling over the edge, wetness pooling between my legs. It’s as if I’m possessed. I’m forced to hold on tight around his neck, my body thrashing against his thigh as bliss surges through every part of me.
“Oh my God,” I whimper. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he grits with a cocky smirk, his gaze flitting down to where I’m riding him. “Soak my fucking thigh.”
When it all becomes too much, I collapse, sagging against him and burying my face into the crook of his neck as aftershocks ravage every last part of me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Brookes rasps, his lips grazing my ear and his big hands smoothing up and down my back.
Moments pass, and I’m still shuddering with the last lingering waves of my release. Pulling back, my head is dizzy as I meet Brookes’ heavy-lidded eyes, watching me with such an unexpected tenderness I feel it straight to my heart.
“You okay?” he whispers, cupping my cheek.
I nod, catching my breath. And then, I glance down between us, noticing the massive bulge in his shorts, and I can’t help but smile to myself at the thought that I did that to him. Me. Then, glancing back to the door once more, I bite down on my bottom lip as anxiety and anticipation battle in my chest. Turning back to Brookes, I flash him a smile and lean in, whispering into his ear, “I want to suck your cock.”
“You do?” he asks, pulling back to gauge me.
I nod, feeling my cheeks flush.
“Have you… ever?”
Shame floods through me, and I avert my eyes. “I have. With… Simon. But he said I wasn’t very good.” I huff a humorless laugh.
Brookes tucks a finger beneath my chin, forcing my eyes back up and staring directly into mine. “Fuck that guy. You hear me?”
I nod, swallowing around the lump of trepidation in the back of my throat.
Still holding my chin, he touches my bottom lip, tugging on it with his thumb and dragging it down before releasing it with a pop as he says all low and gruff, “Get on your knees.”
CHAPTER 34
BROOKES
Ithink Poppy might have a bit of a praise kink she isn’t aware of. From the way she reacts when I call her a good girl, to the look that flashed in her eyes a moment ago when I wrapped my hand around her throat. Even now, the slight gasp she sucked in when I demanded her to get on her knees. I’m definitely no kink expert, but I get a feeling she likes being bossed around. But, knowing her past and what she’s been through, I need to tread super carefully so as not to scare her. The last thing I ever want is for her not to feel safe, especially with me.
Poppy hops up off my thigh, and I help her, noticing how shaky she is after coming so fucking hard while grinding on me. Sinking down to her knees, the way she looks up at me, eyes wide and full of such innocence, I swear to God, it takes every last bit of willpower I possess not to blow my load in my shorts.
Reaching out, I smooth the back of my knuckles down over the curve of her flushed cheek, cupping her jaw and tracing that sexy, plush bottom lip with my thumb. “You sure?”
She nods.
“Words, Poppy,” I remind her.
“Yes,” she breathes out, the word almost a plea.
I shift my hips up and push my shorts and boxer briefs down just enough, my painfully hard cock springing free and jutting up, causing Poppy’s eyes to blow out.
“It’s so big…” she utters on a sigh, so quiet I’m not sure she meant for me to hear.
