I moan against her pussy as I bring us both to the edge of an orgasm, stopping myself short, so I can enjoy hers fully. My hand comes back up and locks that hip into place so that when Brooke starts to fight the orgasm, I can keep going, taking her over the edge as she slaps a hand on her mouth and screams against it.
I release her suddenly, sitting up and tearing one of my trusty condoms from the pocket of my jeans and slipping it on. While Brooke's still panting and shaking, I climb on top of her, put my lips to her throat and thrust hard and deep, the headboard slamming into the wall with each movement. I'll probably wake a damn kid again, but I can't stop.
I need this; we both do.
Brooke throws her arms around my neck and slides her fingers into my hair, squeezing me tight to her shoulder as I nuzzle against her throat, nibbling the smooth flesh with my teeth. Our voices draw into a crescendo, this loud, messy sound that I've heard a million times before … yet never like this.
I grab Brooke's hips and drive into her until she comes again, massaging my body with her own, encouraging me to finish inside her. I fight it for a few thrusts before I give in and let her drag me down into a groaning whimper, my face pressed close to hers, her body held up against mine, as close as I can get it.
“That was my favorite one of the Big Four,” she whispers and then laughs, locking down on me hard. I groan and slide out, finding that I'm already half-hard again. Jesus Christ. This girl is so going to kill me. I toss my condom into the trash and get another from the box I stashed in her nightstand drawer. When I roll back over and she sees it, Brooke raises her eyebrows.
“Already?” she whispers and I shrug my shoulders, sweat pouring down my back, that weird male satisfaction creeping over me. I know Brooke's, like, her own person and totally independent and I'm a serious feminist and all that, but … God, I so want her to be mine. Every fucking molecule in my body says that this is where I belong, here, with this chick and her ugly dog and her two inherited kids.
That fucking terrifies me. I know it's just because she gave me her virginity and all that, but I need it to stop. I need these feelings to go away because I have a life in Las Vegas. I have a condo that I spent my parents' life insurance money on, a condo that I have to make big payments on every month. I have a job and friends and a lifestyle that I love.
This girl, she can't take those kids to Vegas, and God knows if there's anywhere for her to study down here. And me, I could never move back to this shit hole in the middle of nowhere. I'd kill myself.
I start to panic and slick my fingers back over my hair.
“You're not down for another go?” I joke as Brooke blushes a little and turns toward me, reaching out to brush some hair off my sweaty forehead. The way she looks at me … that's a little scary, too, like maybe I'm not the only person in this room with a crush.
I'd so totally ruin her life though; I know I would.
I look down at her, her pale green eyes somehow brilliant in the dim light, her chocolate braid thrown casually over one shoulder, her body pale and perfect and curvy.
That's the problem right there, I think, as I look her over. We just haven't fucked enough. I've been taking it slow and easy with this girl, but I need to do what I always do back home. I need to spend days in this bed with her, fucking her slow and fast and hard and easy. Just over and over and over again until this weird possession and contentment I'm feeling fades away into nothing.
“Please say yes,” I croon, leaning forward and putting our heads together. If Brooke notices that I'm having a silent panic attack inside this crazy head of mine, she doesn't let on.
My right hand drops to Brooke's hip and squeezes the flesh, drawing a tiny moan from her throat.
“Okay,” she whispers as I sit up and flip her over, drawing her ass up to my hips. I tear the condom package open with my teeth and slide the lubed latex over my shaft, surprised that I'm already this hard and needy.
I guide my dick to her opening and push inside the wet, swollen flesh, loving how tight she clamps around me, how she wiggles her ass back against me with each thrust. I let my head fall back and refuse to allow my thoughts to overwhelm me. Honestly, deep inside of her like this, they barely register. I let my body become a hot, messy twist of sex and need, taking Brooke hard and fast and … angry? Yeah, maybe I'm a little bit pissed, but it makes for good, hard sex, drawing this keening sound from her throat that drives me completely up the wall.
Two, three more rounds of this and I'll feel better.
Honestly, it takes like six before I can even dream of stopping.
Monday morning.
How fucking exciting.
It's like the most chaotic day I've had since I got here.
“Uncle Zay, Dodger's dogging the chihuahua again,” Kinzie says as I struggle to get Sadie to take her bottle. She just flat-out refuses to eat this morning, screaming and wailing no matter what I do. It's not a diaper change she needs, not her fucking Binky, not a bowl of applesauce.