His hand is rough as it skates down my thigh, bunching up my dress and sliding between my legs. When he palms me, his fingers rubbing me through my panties, an animalistic growl rumbles from the back of his throat as he buries his face into the crook of my neck.
“Fuuuck,” he breathes out against my heated skin. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already soaked.”
“I have been all night,” I confess on a whimper.
Brookes pulls back, his gaze heady when it meets mine. “You mean to tell me your pussy has been this goddamn wet all fuckin’ night?”
I nod, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from saying something embarrassing.
“Oh, poor baby,” he grits out, his finger tracing the seam of my slit, only teasing me through my panties. “Are you aching?”
I nod again, swallowing a pathetic moan while shifting my hips, searching for more. The way he’s being so purposely light, barely even touching me, is enough to drive me crazy.
“Tell me what you need, Pops.”
“More,” I whine. “I need… more.”
“More what, baby?” he asks as if he genuinely doesn’t know,dragging his finger over my panties even lighter so it’s almost non-existent.
“Everything,” I practically sob.
“Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”
I gasp for a breath I can’t quite catch, my mind reeling as it tries to keep up. “Both. All of it.”
“That’s my greedy girl.” Brookes chuckles, the sound low and devious as it vibrates through his chest and into mine.
He slips one skinny strap off my shoulder and then the other, pushing my dress down all way and over my hips until it’s pooling at my feet, his eyes lighting up at the sight of my bare breasts.
“Fuck, Pops.” He stifles a groan. “These fucking tits.” Grabbing them roughly, he pushes my breasts together and just stares at them for a moment before his gaze flits to mine and then, shocking me like he did earlier, he spits on one and then the other, using his thumbs to massage his saliva into my aching nipples.
“You like that, huh?” He smirks, dragging circles around my hard nipples. “You like when I spit on your tits. And your pussy.”
I nod quickly.
With another menacing smirk, he moves his hand, cupping it at my mouth. “Spit.”
Confused, I search his eyes.
“Spit, Poppy.”
Uncertainty rolls through me, but I do as he says, spitting into his palm.
“Good girl,” he rasps, and then he moves his hand down and slides it into my panties, rubbing my own saliva all over my center.
“Holy shit,” I pant out, my head falling back against the wall when he slides a thick finger between my folds, stars exploding behind my eyes.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Poppy,” Brookes whispers, hisbreath hot as it fans against my ear. He teases my clit with his thumb, sliding two fingers inside of me. “So perfect.”
I hold onto his arm, my hips bucking shamelessly when I feel him hit that spot deep inside me, the familiar ball of tension in the pit of my belly so close to unravelling it’s almost unbearable.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” Brookes utters.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chant, breathless, desperate.
“You gonna come all over my fingers like my good fucking girl?”
“Yes, please, please, please,” I whimper.
