Without missing a beat, he spread my thighs wide, the water streaming over me as his head dipped. The first drag of his tongue through my cunt made me cry out, sharp and unrestrained, echoing against the tile. I slammed back into the wall, my fingers flying to his hair, clutching tight as the vibration of his groan shivered straight through my core.
His tongue circled my clit, slow, deliberate, and the sensation was so good it bordered on unbearable. When he sucked me into his mouth, the pressure building low in my belly went molten.
“Fuck,” I gasped, grinding shamelessly against his face. “Right there.”
He anchored me with his hands on my thighs, holding me open, owning every frantic movement. “Soak me with that cream, kitten,” he rasped between licks, his mouth slick and hot against me. “Give me everything.”
After that, he gave up all pretense of control.
His tongue worked me mercilessly, flicking and swirling, his beard rough against my skin in a way that made me writhing harder, chasing every jolt of pleasure. He sucked and licked like he hadn’t eaten in days, like he wanted to devour me from the inside out. Nothing could muffle the frantic sounds spilling out of me—raw, desperate cries that didn’t sound like my voice at all—not even the shower spray.
He pushed a thick finger inside me, slow at first, stretching me, then curling until sparks detonated behind my eyes. I swallowed my scream when he added another finger, thrusting deep, keeping pace as his tongue mercilessly circled my clit.
He moaned with every taste, every drop. “God, Brooks, don’t you dare stop.Please.”
He didn’t. If anything, he got rougher, hungrier, hammering into me with his tongue and fingers until my vision blurred.
The wave broke fast, tearing me apart. I screamed his name, thighs clamping tight around his head, drowning him in water and pussy juices as the orgasm ripped through me, sharp and devastating. He held me there, drinking me down until I was nothing but shaking limbs and shattered breath. It was too much and still not enough, and I never wanted it to end.
When he finally pulled back, his lips and beard glistened with me, and the sight nearly made me come undone all over again. He didn’t look smug, didn’t even look satisfied—he looked fucking ravenous. Like he’d barely gotten a taste and now he wanted the whole fucking meal.
“Holy shit.” I gasped, chest heaving, legs trembling.
He rose to his feet in one smooth motion, towering over me, water dripping down the ridges of his body. And then his mouth was on mine, his tongue pushing between my lips so I could taste myself on him while his cock, hot and thick, pressed against my thigh.
Eventually, when we both came up for air, my eyes caught on something that broke me wide open in a completely different way. Brooks’s glasses, crooked from our kisses, had completely fogged over, steam clouding the lenses. The laugh burst out of me before I could stop it.
He froze, confusion flickering across his face. “Huh, that’s not usually the response I get.”
I pointed, still giggling so hard my stomach ached. “Your glasses. You look like you just tried to run a marathon in a sauna.”
He reached up, tugged them off, and squinted at me through the steam, one brow arched. And just as I slipped my hand down his body, tracing my fingers along his abs—
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Five more minutes, Dani,” Jared’s voice bellowed through the bathroom door. “You’re using up all the hot water.”
I clapped a hand over my mouth, giggling helplessly while Brooks scowled in a way that only made me laugh harder.
“Fucking Christ.” He groaned through gritted teeth.
I couldn’t stop laughing, even as Brooks scrubbed a hand over his face like he was about to murder Pink through the door. He kissed my forehead instead, muttering a string of curses under his breath.
“Next time, my place,” he grumbled, rinsing off the last of the shaving cream from my legs. “No roommates. No interruptions.”
I winced, still smiling. “Sorry.”
His hands slid down my calves one more time, slow and deliberate, like he couldn’t quite stop touching me. “Don’t apologize, kitten. I’m going to be tasting you on my lips for days.”
I bit back another giggle, cheeks aching from how hard I was smiling. God, he was sulking like a thwarted caveman, all broad shoulders and scowl, and for some reason, that was stupidly hot.
We scrambled out of the shower, both of us laughing under our breaths like guilty teenagers caught making out under the bleachers. Brooks wrapped a towel around my shoulders and then grabbed another for himself.
“I should go, kitten. Early flight tomorrow.”
The words deflated me, though I tried to hide it. “Okay.”
“I’ll text you when I land.” He brushed his knuckles down my cheek, eyes warm despite the scowl still tugging at his mouth. “Or when I figure out how to save the sourdough. Whichever comes first.”
