I cup the sides of Brooke's throat, hold that beautiful neck in my inked up hands and tilt her chin up with my thumbs. Neither one of us speaks, and it's hot as hell. Her breath feathers against my mouth as I hover mine inches from her face, just feeling the warm, frantic breaths that escape her lips. When her hands drop to my jeans and start to undo my belt, I wait there with a sinful smirk slashing across my lips as she lets my cock spring free from my jeans and wraps her hand around it.
Brooke tries to kiss me, but I hold her still, both hands on her throat, thumbs gently running over her lower lip and down her chin. She makes that frantic little sound that drove me crazy last time and I press my forehead against hers, closing my eyes as I let the pleasure of her hand wash through me.
“I can't,” Brooke whispers, but I keep my hold on her, firm but gentle.
“Sure you can,” I whisper back as she strains for my lips and I let her brush against them, just enough to make her pulse jump beneath my hands. Her tongue slicks across my lower lip, but I don't let it go any further, pushing my hips forward so that my cock's trapped between us. Brooke grapples clumsily to get the job done, but hell if I don't like it, if I don't push my pelvis into her touch.
I keep us there, trapped against the wall until I feel the orgasm creeping up on me. Only then do I let our lips crash together. Brooke groans so loud that the sound echoes around the stairwell. I pray to that same god that kept Sadie asleep that none of the other monsters will wake up.
My hands squeeze gently against the sides of Brooke's face, my thumbs dipping between our lips. She alternates between kissing and sucking on them, playing with my tongue. The white hot electric shiver that explodes through my body is goddamn deafening. I feel like I can't see or think or even exist without Brooke's hands all over me.
I slide my cheek against hers and breathe out hard into her hair, coming all over the front of that perfect little teddy. When I finally release her throat, she looks completely stunned, standing there and gaping up at me with her chest rising and falling in short, staccato bursts.
“You're … not done, right?” I laugh and jerk her against me, not caring that we're getting all messy. If you're afraid to get messy during sex, you won't have any fun.
“Gimme ten minutes,” I whisper against her ear, reaching down to take her right leg. I slide my fingers up under her thigh and lift it, putting her foot against the step of the bottom landing. I make sure my fingers are clean and dry before I slip them inside her ruffled boyshorts and tease the dripping wetness of her opening. “Holy fuck, Smarty-Pants. Not bad for a virgin.”
Brooke bites her lip and closes her eyes, leaning her head against the wall as I dip inside that molten slickness and groan at the sensation of her clamping down on my fingers. I don't have to work very hard to slip a second and then a third in there. She wants me so bad her hips are bucking against my hand while hers are tangling in the front of my shirt, pulling our bodies tight.
I get my fingers nice and sweet and wet, working some of that liquid heat up to her clit before I drop my thumb down, flicking against the hardened nub with a soft touch until I find her spot. Every girl is different; Miss Brooke likes that spot just to the right and above her clit played with. I put a little more pressure into the touch, getting that wild flutter of muscles that I was looking for.
And just like that, I'm ready again. Told ya I had skills.
I slip my fingers reluctantly from Brooke's heat and dig into my back pocket for a condom, slipping it carefully down my shaft and making sure I don't get any cum on the outside.
“Alright, Smarty-Pants.” I reach up and pull that long hair over her shoulder, working that band out and tossing it aside so I have a nice long fall of chocolate to wrap around my hand. “I think you're gonna like this.” I yank her head gently to mine and kiss her hard before I let go, using my left hand to push her right thigh open a little wider. With the wall and the step and the heels, we've got literally the perfect position for this.
I hook my right hand under Brooke's left thigh and lift up, opening her wide as she gasps and throws her arms around my neck for support. Some careful maneuvering with my left hand and I find her opening with my cock, pushing in deep and slamming her ass against the wall.
The sound she makes … oh God, the sound. I'll remember that sound for the rest of my life.
I brace my left hand on the wall behind Brooke's head and dig the fingers of my right into her ass, pulling her pelvis into mine and drinking in the expression on her face. Blissful abandon. That's what it is, what's coloring her features with a hot pink flush, parting her full lips, drawing beads of sweat down the sides of her face.
I use hard, powerful thrusts, but I make them slow and languorous, thrilling in the pleasure of her clamping down tight, trying to keep me inside with the strength of her muscles. I can see everything from here: the ripe swells of her breasts, the peekaboo lace, the faint glimmer of my seed on the front of her sexy teddy.