Page 57 of Only Between Us

The toy is still perfectly in place, tucked inside my pussy, hitting all the right spots. But I’ve never felt more empty. I’m craving a deeper stretch, a different kind of full. The tight press of his cock, pushing inside me. My back arching off a bed only to be shoved back down by his body, hands trapped over my head as he fucks me hard into the mattress.

God, I want totastehim. I want him throwing back his head. Groaning into the room, this time as he fucks his cock into my throat.

“Let’s get out of here,” I pant. “I want to touch you.”

“But you set very clear rules, sweetheart. No touching, remember?” Brooks pouts. He’s mocking me, the little shit. “You found me a perfect loophole, though, didn’t you? We don’t touch, but I still get tofeel you squirm. Still get to know what you look like with your pussy aching, like the needy fucking girl you are.”

“Maybe I changed my mind. Maybe I’ll let you fuck me.”

“A few minutes ago, I’d have fucked you, no question. But I’m not so sure anymore.”

Brooks spins me so that I face out onto the dance floor. Tuxes and sparkly dresses blur around us under the pale glow of the overhead lights. I whimper, body trembling, sagging into him. His cock teases me, digs into my ass, and goddamn him he punches his hips.

“Maybe I want you up at all hours thinking about me, and everything I’d do to you. Maybe I want you racing to my house in the middle of the night. Pounding on my door with a soaking-wet cunt, begging to be fucked.” He grazes my neck with his mouth. “So, no, baby. We’re not fucking tonight. Instead, you’re going to be the dirty girl I know you are, and you’re going to come for me right here. In the middle of this party.”

My phone flashes in my face, triggering the face ID.

I bite down on a cry as the pulsing inside me intensifies, stroking in my pussy, over my clit. My fingers dig into Brooks’s arms, and his hips begin to move. Unmistakably grinding his cock into my ass.

Such tiny movements that you likely couldn’t tell, unless you were actually feeling the steady rub of cock on your ass. But the idea that he’s enough of a freak to do this in public makes me wild.

Makes me want him more.

I wish he was inside me. I wish he’d bend me over and fuck me right here—

Brooks groans softly in my ear, kisses my neck.

“I’m going to come. Brooks, you’re going to make me come—”

He cups my cheek and turns my chin over my shoulder to see his pupils blown wide, the tick in his jaw. “I know. Those sweet little gasps can only mean one thing.”

“Brooks.Brooks.” His name is an urgent warning on my lips. Igrasp onto the arm he has wrapped around my waist and hold on for dear fucking life.

He keeps his eyes on me, watching my face with hungry focus as a hot rush blasts through me, takes over. Forces a cry to rise up my throat—

Brooks crushes his mouth to mine at the very last second, swallowing my cries, clutching me to him as I fight to retain control of my body, keep it from shuddering. I let him hold me close as I come with his tongue sliding over mine.

The kiss is quick, just as long as it needs to be to keep me quiet. Another flash of my phone and the toy stills inside me. I slump against his body. Brooks strokes my hair, tucks me under his chin. “They really know how to throw a good party here, huh?”

I try to laugh but all that comes out of me is a weak moan. Everything around me is a blur as Brooks sits me down at our empty table and pours me a fresh glass of water. He crouches at my feet, hand on my knee as he watches me drink. “Talk to me, Pip. You okay?”

I nod, sucking in a breath. “That was…”The single hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.I manage a smile, and it thaws the caution in his eyes. “I really needed that.”

“Saying this seems pointless seeing as you’re always the prettiest person in the room. But orgasms really suit you.” He stands, drops a kiss to my forehead. “Sit tight. I need to take care of something.”

He weaves through the crowd, head ducked to avoid getting pulled into conversation.

Brooks Attwood is about to go jerk off somewhere in this ballroom. And there’s no fucking way I’m missing it.

I lurch to my feet, hurry to catch up as he turns down an empty hall leading to the washrooms. He’s so sexy from behind. His dress shirt stretches over his muscular shoulders; his ass a dream in those pants.

We fall into step as we come in line with an open door. He peersdown in surprise a split second before I shove him with everything I have, forcing him through the door and closing us in.

The overhead lights flicker on. It’s an empty coat check closet, small enough that we’re no more than a few feet apart.

Brooks’s back hits the far wall with the force of my shove. He gives me a calculating look. “Pippen, what am I doing in a coat closet?”

My gaze drops to the front of his pants. “Are you going to take care of that?”