Brook

I land with a bounce on the bed and quickly shuffle to my knees to look back at him. He does the same, eyes boring into mine with such heat, it makes my skin burn. His shirt goes up over his head and he tosses it to the floor without a care, then toes off his boots before his jeans hit the carpet. In his black boxer briefs, he steps toward me, gripping at my feet when he reaches the bed. My legs go out from under me, and I land once again on the bed with a bounce, then his hands are pulling off my shoes, joining his, as well as my pants and panties. My eyes meet his, the predatory gaze locks on mine and draws closer as he climbs over me, hovering just enough so our bodies aren’t touching.

“Goddamn, I want you.” The hungry words come out in a growl and my shirt starts going up over my head. Inch by inch, as my body is exposed to him, he places hot, open-mouthed kisses on me, making my back bow off the bed.

“Sage,” I call out, but it’s just whisper as my shirt is torn over my head. My bra hits the floor next, then his mouth is on me again, sucking an already hard nipple before moving to the other one. My hands fly out to clutch the back of his head and I find myself wishing he had some hair for me to grip on to when he easily slips from my grasp.

“Sage, please,” I plead with him, his only response is a chuckle that sends vibrations though me the farther down he gets. His hot breath caresses between my legs, and before I can suck in another breath, his tongue swipes out and drags along my slit, sucking my nub into his mouth. I call out his name, probably loud enough for the whole clubhouse to hear, but I don’t care right now. All I care about is— “Oh god, I’m coming,” I shout as his fingers enter me in one long stoke. Trembling and falling back to earth, he keeps up the pace, stroking me through the end of the orgasm. I’m limp, worthless, and can’t even move my limbs, but when his hands stroke up my calves to my thighs, my eyes open. His boxers are gone as he kneels between my parted legs, his thick and heavy shaft bobbing over me, weeping with precum.

He comes forward, leaning down over me, his thick muscled chest dragging along my body, the dampness of our sweat mixing together the closer he gets. “Brook,” he whispers into my mouth before plunging his tongue inside to plant a fierce kiss on my parted lips. I’m so caught up in the kiss, I almost miss him moving over me until he thick head of his length starts to press inside. I let out a surprised gasp at the contact, then he pushes forward in one long stroke, filling me completely.

“Argh!” My body tenses around him, my hands clutching at his back, scratching along his flesh.

“Relax, baby. You okay?” he asks, cradling the back of my head, waiting for me to say yes before he moves. “Did I hurt you?”

“A little. It’s been—I haven’t done this… I only had sex that one time.” His eyes close for a moment, his grip tightening around me as if he is trying to stave off the rage building inside him. When he opens them again, the storm begins to part and clear skies try their damnedest to shine through.

“I’ll be the last,” he declares, pulling back with his hips and pressing forward again. I sigh at the feeling of him inside me and start to relax, adjusting to his length. His body begins to move over me, his hands gripping at my hips to guide me through. Soon, I’m bucking against him, loving the sensation of him inside me, above me. His hand reaches between us to find my clit and he starts stroking me with his thumb. I’m already close to coming apart at the seams, and the small connection has me bursting—clutching onto him like a lifeline as my climax builds and makes me break into a thousand pieces. His pace quickens in choppy thrusts, until he stills above me and groans, long and feral, right into my ear as he plants his face in the crook of my neck.

We stay like that for a while before he rolls to the side, taking me with him as he goes. He slips from inside me and I feel the hot trickle follow. “Shit,” he curses, standing from the bed. He looks me over for a moment and I wait for the freak out, but it doesn’t come. There’s only a filled silence that hangs thick in the air, choking the life in the room. He shakes his head and takes off out of the door. My heart sinks as he walks away, but I hold onto that little shred of positivity that he left his clothes.

It isn’t long before he comes back, carrying something in his hand. A washcloth. I flame red with embarrassment and reach out to rip it from his hand. “Let me,” he tries to argue, but I don’t listen. I shuffle off the bed and take care of the sticky mess painting the insides of my thighs.

“I can handle it,” I snap, finishing up the task before tossing the cloth in the small basket inside the room. I eye the floor, looking for my clothes, and snatch up my jeans, only to have them taken from my hands. “What the hell?”

“Watch your mouth. I still want to spank your ass for threatening to cut off my balls,” he smirks and tosses my jeans aside. Stepping forward, he reaches out and pulls me to him. “Don’t get sassy. Nothin’ changed. I just had a panic moment. I’m good,” he assures me, bringing his mouth to mine. “Are you on the pill?” he asks, making me feel so completely irresponsible.

“No. Sorry,” I say, looking down at my feet.

“No. Don’t be. I shouldn’t have been so fucking careless. This is on me. Okay?” I nod. “I’ll just make sure not to take you without using protection next time.”

“Next time? You think there will be a next time?” I ask cockily, snapping my brow up in challenge.

“Little shit,” he growls and lifts me up only to bring me back down onto the bed again. “Yeah. Next time. And the time after that, and after that, and after that…” he drifts off, and so does his mouth as he makes his way down my body. I let myself melt at his touch, the sinking fear of rejection drifting far away from my mind. “Damn right there’ll be a next time,” he declares before diving his head between my legs—again.