Page 111 of Only Between Us

“Oh.” I give him a doe-eyed, innocent look as I pretend to think on that. Then flick my tongue over the tip of his cock. “What about that?”

His fingers slide past my cheek and comb through my hair, smoothing the soaked strands off my face. “Not sure.”

I shuffle closer on my knees, run my tongue down his length. Double back to suck just the tip into my mouth and keep it there, playing with it with my tongue. I stroke the rest of him with a fist. Brooks anchors a hand on the shower wall behind me, groaning over every little slide of my tongue.

I pull back. “And that?”

He grips the back of my neck, tugs me back in. “Think I’m gonna need a bit more to decide.”

I wrap my lips around him. Suck on him, take more, draw back, take more. He’s rubbing his thumb over my cheek, staring right back at me and looking like he’s suffering some terrible pain.

Brooks’s fingers gently scrape the back of my head. I think he means for it to soothe me but I take it as a challenge. I remove my hand, grip his hips, and swallow even more of him. He groans as he hits the back of my throat, over and over.

“Such a sweet fucking girl. So good to me.”

He looks like a god like this, shamelessly taking pleasure from my mouth. So sexy and confident standing there with a hand on the shower wall, another on the back of my neck, never letting me stray too far off his cock. He has his head tilted and an amused little smirk on his gorgeous face as I work him.

“Look at you, working so fucking hard for me.”

The huskiness in his voice takes me over the edge. I reach betweenmy thighs, and moan around the cock in my mouth.Fuck,the relief is instant.

Until Brooks takes my elbow and pulls away my hand. He laces our fingers instead. I whimper in protest, maybe in pain.

“I know, sweetheart. I know it hurts. I’ll make it feel good once I’m done, I promise.” His grip on the back of my neck turns firm. “I need to fuck your mouth now. Okay?”

I stop moving, letting him take over. He never slams into my throat but fills me just past my limit. It feels good because I trust him. Know I’m safe with him.

“Fuck, Siena.” His groans echo around us and my clit aches in response. “Sweet pussy. Sweet mouth. Bet you’re sweet in other places, too.”

I gag once, then again, and his hand closes softly around my throat to pull me off him. Brooks lifts me and turns me around. My palms meet the glass shower wall, back meets his front, and his fingers run along my pussy again. They dip inside, and there’s nothing gentle about the way they fuck me this time. There’s hungry purpose behind every thrust, every brush of his thumb over my clit. It’s burst after burst of intense heat rushing down my legs as I moan his name.

“Look up, sweetheart.” Brooks nips my earlobe and grinds his cock into my back. He takes my chin and angles me toward the mirror across the shower. “I want you to see how sweet you look when you take cock. So trusting and needy, that talented mouth parted and begging to be fucked some more.”

My hands slip, smearing over the foggy glass. It’s me in the oversized mirror, writhing into Brooks’s hand. Hair soaked and sticking to my shoulders. I look so small with Brooks towering behind me.

“Ohmygod.” The words are a single slur out of my mouth.

“Perfect. Fucking. Girl,” Brooks whispers in my ear, every word punctuated with a hard drive of his fingers. My moans bounce around us as my tits slide up and down the shower wall. “Getting fucked with all her new friends downstairs.”

My breath catches and pussy clenches, and his grip on my face turns rough as we both feel my orgasm coming. In the mirror, I watch as my mouth rounds, fingers curl, nails scrape ineffectually over the wet glass. I come so fucking hard it rips through me in one powerful, knee-buckling burst, accompanied by a cry I do my best to contain what with the party downstairs.

The sound is barely out of my mouth before Brooks tugs me back by the hips and bends me over. He grabs my elbows from behind for leverage and sinks into my pussy.

“Fuck.”

The word bounces off the walls twice, in his deep growl and my breathless pitch.

He’s angled us so that I can watch his cock move inside me in the mirror. I rock back into him, a silent plea to fuck me harder, to knock the breath out of me.

Brooks stares, chin tucked to his chest, as my ass bounces over his cock. “Could watch you fuck me like this forever.”

My next sound is half laugh, half whimper. “Another time. Please.”

Brooks picks up his pace, absolutelyfucksme just as hard and fast as I demanded last night. He pinches my clit and I’m done. My moans catch in my throat and I’m coming, shuddering into him. He clutches me in a death grip, grunting with effort as he uses me to come. I’m stuck on the mirror, captivated by the way he looks. I swear, I’ll never get enough of watching him come. I’m addicted to him.

He turns me around and tucks me into his chest under the spray of hot water. “Regret throwing this party yet? Could’ve made a mess of this house instead.”

“Kick them out. All of them. Right now.”