All at once, he drops his hands from my breasts, and I feel him parting my legs. He slides his hands between my thighs, and a deep, pulsing pressure builds in my core. I’m already wet for him as his hands rub against my slit. We stroke each other through our incidental clothing, each trying like hell to drive the other mad. And it works, too.
“That’s it,” Brooks growls, knocking my hands away, “I need you, Red. Now.”
I gasp as he scoops me up off the floor, taking me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his tapered waist, groaning as his cock presses against my covered slit. Our mouths find each other at once as he carries me across the room in three long strides. His kiss is deep, searing. I shudder with delight as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. The taste of him dances across my tongue as I bury my fingers in his thick chestnut curls.
He slams me up against the bar, holding me there on the long wooden slab. I kiss along his strong, scruffy jaw, pressing my lips to the crook of his throat. My arms are wrapped around his strong, broad shoulders as he untangles my ankles behind his back. He lays his hands on my knees, pushing my legs open until they’re splayed before him. A low moan escapes my lips as he cups my throbbing sex through my jeans.
“Stay,” he commands. I obediently grab onto the edge of the bar to brace myself. With his gleaming eyes fixed on my flushed face, he pops open the button of my jeans, tugging the denim down my legs, over my ass. I kick my feet out of my skinny jeans and let them fall to the floor. Brooks runs his hands up my bare thighs, his breath coming hard and fast.
“Those for me?” he grins, nodding at my lacy red panties.
“Of course,” I breathe, as he runs his fingers up toward my sex. “I’ve been dreaming about this, Brooks. Really—”
“Shhh...” he commands, pushing my thighs even further apart, “Trust me. This will be better than any dream you’ve ever had.”
I suck in a huge breath as he lowers his mouth to that place between my legs. His green eyes flick upward to mine as he takes the edge of my panties in his strong teeth. He tears the flimsy garment away, ripping along the delicate seam. The scrap of red lace falls to the ground, and I’m totally bare. My blue eyes blaze as I stare at this incredible man, and I spread myself wide open before him.
“Jesus Red,” Brooks breathes, taking me in, “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
Before I can answer, he brushes his full lips against the tender skin of my inner thigh, working his way up...and up. Every word I’ve ever known falls away as I feel his breath against my wet sex. My knees tremble uncontrollably as he lays two fingers against me, tracing all along my slit.
“I love that I do this to you,” he groans, circling my swollen clit with his fingertips, “I’m going to make you come so hard, Red...”
“Oh my god,” I moan, as he slides two strong fingers inside of me, stroking that aching spot with expert precision, “How do you know how to touch me like this?”
“I told you,” he growls, “We were built for this.”
My head falls back as Brooks lowers his lips to my slick sex. His firm lips close around my hard, aching clit as he thrusts his fingers deeper into me. I cry out as he flicks the tip of his tongue against that tender nub, sending shockwaves of bliss through my entire body. I’m barreling toward oblivion, unable to control myself. Brooks traces fast, hard circles around my clit as his strong fingers collide with that delicious spot inside of me.
“Come for me, Red,” he urges.
And with that, I’m a fucking goner.
One last flick of his tongue, and I topple over the edge. I come hard, my back arching as I cling desperately to the edge of the bar. He holds me up as the waves of pleasure pass through me, ripping open the buckle of his belt with a flick of the wrist. I tug down his jeans and briefs, freeing his gorgeous member at last. I take his cock in my eager hands, blown away by its enormity. But this is no time to gape in admiration.
I draw his throbbing cock against me, holding the very tip of him against my wet slit. My body still pulses with the pleasure he sent rocking through me as we pause, suspended before unknowable ecstasy. We lock eyes, and I brace myself against the bar. With one last flash of that crooked smile, Brooks bucks his powerful hips, driving his thick cock inside of me at long last.
My mouth falls open as his mighty manhood fills me up, splits me open. I feel him at the very center of me, hard and throbbing. I throw my arms around his shoulders as he rears back and thrusts again, colliding with parts of me that have never been touched. He’s twice as big as any man I’ve ever had, but I only want more. As much of him as I can possibly take. I arch into his every pass, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“Christ, you’re so tight...” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips. “You’ve already got me at the edge, Red.”
“Good,” I breathe, grinning at him breathlessly, “I want to feel you come inside me, Brooks. I want you to fill me up.”
He lets out a low, ragged moan. “I love how dirty you talk,” he says, tangling his fingers in my long hair.
“Let me feel all of you,” I beg, clutching his cut in my quaking hands, “Please, Brooks.”
I feel my back hit the smooth wood of the bar as Brooks stretches me out along the cool surface. He swings himself up, lowering his gorgeous body onto mine. His staggering form envelops me as I feel his raging desire part my silky flesh once more. I grab onto his sculpted ass, pulling him in as deep as I can. He pins me to the bar with every thrust, holding himself up on inked, corded arms. I watch as his eyes close beneath furrowed brows. He’s teetering on the edge now. Time to make him soar.
“Come,” I whisper.
That one word is all it takes. With a fierce, guttural roar, Brooks loses it. I let my eyes flutter closed as I feel him erupt inside me. The thick surge of his desire gushes into me as he thrusts one last time. I savor the feeling of him, coating the very depths of me, leaving a piece of himself behind.
Brooks falls onto his forearms, suspended above me. Our chests rise and fall together, and for a moment we’re beyond words. He brushes a stray lock of hair from my forehead as I trace the scar across his eyebrow. The rest of the world slowly comes back into focus as he presses his lips to mine. I catch his scruffy face in my hands, letting my tongue brush against his. I catch the lingering taste of myself on his lips, and my discovery makes me shudder delightedly.
I knew that giving myself to Brooks, having him for my own at last, would be amazing. But I had no way of imagining that it could be this good.