Page 138 of Only Between Us

“It doesn’t even matter.” His voice goes soft. “Break my heart. Love it back. Rip it right out of my chest. It’s yours, anyway. Do whatever you want with it.”

Brooks’s fingers fuck me hard, shoving me up and down the rug, hitting all the right spots. It cuts off my air supply, makes it impossible to string together a coherent thought.

“I need you to moan for me, Siena.”

I do. A drawn-out moan, drenched in relief, like the command was that final permission it needed to release. He relents at the sound of it, brings his mouth back to my clit. Lets me set the pace as my hips move into him. I hook a leg over his shoulder, dig my heel into his back for leverage.

Brooks’s entire body shifts with mine, and I realize he’s rubbing his cock on the rug beneath us, hands too preoccupied with me to bother with himself.

I am ruined. I am wrecked. My own fingers couldn’t bring me relief after this.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” I chant. Brooks grunts, grinding into the ground and sucking on my clit with renewed enthusiasm. My entire body clenches to the point of pain. To the point of lifting off the rug only to collapse right back down as I come, shuddering into Brooks’s mouth.

I’m not sure how it happens, but one second I’m flat on the ground and the next my back hits the soft bed. Brooks blinks down at me. Mouth, chin, everything soaked with me. Eyes unfocused, hair thrown around from my handling. He’s a mess.

My mess.

“Come here,” I urge him. “Put your cock in my mouth. I need to taste you, too.”

Brooks crawls over me, shoving down his sweats as he goes. He angles his cock into my open mouth, scraping it over my tongue. He grips the headboard, staring down at me as I take my turn tasting him. He fucks my mouth, kneeling over my head. His face still glistens from me, and I feel my own chin and cheeks soak the same way as I swallow him, over and over.

He mumbles a barely coherent stream offucks andSienas as he strokes into my mouth. He’s flawless—a fucking masterpiece with his abs flexing over me. I reach around him to feel the way his muscular ass tenses with effort as he fucks my mouth.

My pussy clenches on nothing, begging for more like the greedy thing it is.

I need to feel him inside me.

“I need to be inside you,” he grunts, proving how thoroughly he’s weaved himself into my brain.

Yes.

Please.

Take anything you want.

Brooks wrenches out of my mouth, scoops me up, and sits me on top of him. He calls out my name when I inch down his cock.

“I’m close.” He nips my lip when he’s all the way in, hitting me so beautifully deep. “Really fucking close, Pip.”

I nod frantically because so am I. I’m grinding my clit on his body and rocking above him. Brooks strokes down my back, grips my ass in both hands, and moves me faster, harder. He breaks our kiss to push his fingers into my mouth. I moan around them, skin coming alive with anticipation.

“Nice and wet,” he murmurs, watching me eagerly suck his fingers, coat them, make them slick. “So greedy to be fucked everywhere, aren’t you?”

Only if it’s you.

He withdraws his fingers and I’m trembling, holding my breath, waiting for the push. His fingers trail between my cheeks, work their way inside.

“Brooks,” I whimper.

“Breathe,” he demands. I do, and his fingers inch into my ass. “Good. Now, back up into it, baby. Take them as deep as you need and come for me.”

It’s hard but satisfying work. I sway back and forth, taking his fingers, taking his cock, kissing him hard. I cry into his mouth as the pressure builds. Sink my nails into his shoulders as it peaks and hurls me off the edge without mercy. Brooks takes over when my body stills, fucking me from below. At the last second, he twists his head, releasing my mouth. My cries fill the room, loud and broken from the force with which he fucks me.

“I love you.” My words are breathless, slip out without a thought. His eyes widen. “Brooks, you’re mine and I love you and—”

“Oh,fuck.” Brooks digs his palms into my thighs to stop my movement. He keeps his cock deep inside me as he comes with an unrestrained groan.

It’s still echoing around us as he cups my face and kisses me hard. When he breaks away, it’s with the same fire I find in his eyes whenever he hits a football field. Determined. Competitive.