Chapter Four
Zane
As soon as I opened the door I knew something was wrong. Not only wasn’t it closed all the way, but it wasn’t locked either. I shoved it open a bit, the shots I had consumed not long ago finally hitting me causing my movements to be jerky and less smooth than usual.
“Brooke baby…” I called out but got no response. My eyes scanned over her shoes and backpack, which were in their usual spots. When I fully entered the house and closed and locked the front door behind me, I saw her. She was curled up in a ball on the couch, her head buried deep into the pillows.
My chest ached, cracking wide open as I walked over to her, resting my hand gently on her shoulder. Electricity shot up my arm and made its way down my spine. I was connected to Brooke and on a much deeper level than just sex. Feeling her now I could tell something was up.
“Brooke…” I shook her gently but she didn’t startle, causing panic to mount within me. “Wake up sleepyhead…” As if on cue of hearing my voice, her head shot up, her face a blotched red mess. It was more than evident that she had been crying and even more obvious that she had an anxiety attack.
And you weren’t here dickhead.
“I’m sorry…” Her voice was weak and missing the spark it always had. I could see fresh tears swimming in her eyes and knew she was on the verge of crying again, but why?
“Don’t be sorry baby… You know I love you regardless of anything that happens between us…” I soothed her, smoothing a hand across her head. She stared up at me with wonder and amazement as if she wasn’t sure how she had gotten a guy like me, when the answer was plain as day… She was just that fucking good.
“I’m sorry you had to find me this way. It’s just been a really long day…” She tried to wipe away the lingering mascara and tears from her eyes but it was pointless. She was only making it worse, sending black streaks across her face.
“What happened? Are you okay? I know you’ve been crying, so please don’t hide that from me. You know I would never leave Brooke…” Maybe she thought I wasn’t going to come back? Whatever she was thinking I wanted to tell her she was wrong because she meant the world to me, and no matter what she said to me or how hard she pushed me away, I would always remain here with her.
“I can’t lose you Zane. I can’t.” She sat up, wrapping her arms around my chest. I felt the same way but where had this come from? What sparked such sadness from her?
“You’ll never lose me. Never,” I assured her, smoothing a hand over her head and pushing the stray strands that clung to the side of her cheeks.
“Kiss me.” The words were barely audible but I heard them, my heart bursting at the seams. She had no idea what she was asking me. I couldn’t stop at just a kiss. I wouldn’t.
“You said you didn’t want to do this anymore Brooke….” I repeated the words she had said to me the other day back to her.
“I was lying Zane.” I stared down into her brown eyes becoming mesmerized with her. I had never loved a woman or made love to a woman like I did Brooke. She was fragile, perfect, and the one thing that I didn’t want tainted by my father.
“I believe it baby but if I kiss you there isn’t going any back. I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you.” I couldn’t resist not telling her. I had no know if she wanted me like that again.
She swallowed, her eyes were swollen from all the tears she had cried and I wanted to make it better. I wanted take the pain she was feeling away.
“Then don’t stop. Touch me. Make me yours but never stop Zane. Never.” Her hand cradled the side of my cheek, her touch gentle. I melted into it, wanting this moment between us to last forever.
Releasing myself and letting the restraints go, I pulled her in closer to my face, our lips barely touching as I breathed in her floral scent. There was once a time when I could never see myself touching Brooke as more than a friend and then I started noticing her hips and breasts and her reaction to my touch, and now we were both too far gone to care.
“I won’t stop trying Brooke…” I slammed my lips against her with far more intensity than needed. A deep gasp fell from Brooke’s lips as she adjusted to the pressure of my lips against hers, her fingers going straight into my hair pulling tightly at the strands, making my cock ache harder than it ever had before.
Without warning I was pulling at her flimsy nightshirt, my hands making quick work of the material. Next would be her panties, and I wouldn’t be nearly as nice to them as I was the rest of her clothing.
Brooke gripped at my dress pants, unbuttoning them and ripping at the buttons on my dress shirt. Her need to have me undressed was as bad as my need to have her under me.
Buttons flew in every direction as my dress pants fell to the floor where I kicked them off. My hard as steel cock was at attention and more than ready for her touch. I caught a glimpse of pleasure in her eyes as I did away with the rest of my shirt leaving both of us naked, minus her panties.
“Do you like what you see Brooke?” It had only been two days since I last sunk into Brooke but the need to be inside her every day was all consuming. When I was inside her I felt like nothing could take her away from me.
“I love what I see…” Her voice was quiet and wobbled with fear as she got up and pushed me onto the couch. “I also feel the need to take control of what I see…” She smirked and I leaned back casually, both hands resting behind my head more than willing to see what spell she could put me under.
Her hips swayed back and forth, her perfect perky tits calling to me. Her nipples puckered as I reached out plucking at the rosy buds. I watched curiously as she dropped to her knees in front of me.
Was she going to suck my cock? My Adam’s apple bobbed as I swallowed down the anticipation. Fuck me, she was so beautiful between my legs and at the mercy of my cock. She gripped my length in her small hand, sucking the swollen head of my cock into her mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ Brooke…” My stomach twisted as one of my hands slipped into her hair, the warmth of her mouth nearly sending me over the edge.
“Mmmm…” She moaned around my cock, her hands massaging my balls as she sucked more of me into her mouth. My head fell back against the couch. I felt nothing but her mouth devouring me, owning me.
“Yes Brooke baby…” I thrust my hips upward, my cock slamming into the back of her throat. A gagging sound filled the air as I pumped in and out of her mouth losing control. Brooke’s tongue swirled over the head, flicking against the opening of my penis…
“Fuck me… Fuck me…” I hissed out, slamming into her warm mouth one last time before my hot release sprayed against the back of her throat. My eyes remained open and on hers as I watched her swallow every single drop down. When she finally released my cock I was on her like a man that had been starved of love. Pulling her down on the couch next to me, I pushed her back forcing her to lie down.
“Returning the favor?” She smiled, leaning up on her elbows to watch me. The other times we had done this she had never been so interested, not like she was right now.
“More than returning baby. I’m going to have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.” I smirked, pressing a kiss to the inside of her creamy white thigh. I could hear her exhale and knew her heart had to be racing. Truthfully I could sit between Brooke’s thighs all day every day, sucking, licking and devouring her and it would never get old.
Her taste was something you couldn’t replace or copy… I looked down staring at her bare folds. Her pussy was glistening in the light saturated with need–need that belonged to me.
“Please…” Her plead for the pleasure she knew only I could give her made me grin. There was the girl that was weak in the knees for me.
“Patience baby, patience…” I teased her, my fingers slipping between her folds and circling around her clit. She shuttered against the couch, her legs quivering with built up need.
“I want you…” Her fingers clung to my biceps as her desperation sunk into my skin, her legs falling further apart giving me greater access to her. With the pad of my thumb I rubbed gentle circles against her clit while inserting two fingers deep inside her warm pussy.
“Fuck you’re so tight Brooke…” I rasped, her muscles clenching tightly around me. I pumped in and out of her at a snail’s pace, building the anticipation in need that much further so that when she finally did cum it would feel like three orgasms in one.
“Harder…” Brooke whispered, breathless, her face flushed with need. I continued at my slow pace, watching her wither and when I was sure she had had enough, I moved my thumb and replaced it with my tongue flicking the tight bud furiously.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” Brooke became vocal in a second flat, her thighs trying to come together, while her pussy clenched around my two fingers. I continued my assault on her tight cunt, licking up every single drop of release that dripped from her. I sucked and flicked the tight bundle of nerves until her back was lifting off the couch and her nails were scraping against my scalp. Her release was fast and hard, knocking the wind out of both of us. Every time I was with Brooke I became breathless. She had that impact on me.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I can’t hold off any longer.” The words rumbled from my chest as I placed my cock at her entrance. Brooke’s fingers slid across my chest and down over my abs. She looked like she was taking a picture with her eyes, as if she wouldn’t see me again.
“Take me Zane…” she ordered, and I did, slipping deep inside her warm passage, my body begging me to take her hard and slam balls deep inside her but I didn’t. Instead I forced myself to slow, slipping inside her inch by inch, my body shaking with need.
“Every time with you feels like the first time.” My voice wobbled as I pulled out all the way and slammed back in. Pleasure shot up my spine as I thrust deeper and deeper never feeling that I was seated all the way in her.
Brooke clung to me, her nails raking against my skin, digging at just the right time. We clung to each other, mending the broken things that were trying to come between us.
“It’s always going to be you,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. I wasn’t sure why she was crying but I understood she was emotional right now so I let her do what she needed to do, my hips hitting her g-spot as I peppered her face with kisses.
“I love you,” I said the words like they were secret, between kisses. She sniffled, a sob releasing from her throat as I held her closer than I ever had before. We clung together as we both fell apart, our bodies slick with sweat and warmed all over. My release shot to the back of her pussy while she squeezed me tight like a vise.
“I love you too Zane and I never want you to forget it…” She cupped my cheek, her brown eyes swirling with secrets.
“I’ll never forget you Brooke baby, never…” I promised, plucking her off the couch and carrying her to my bedroom. This is where we should’ve been all along, in my bed. I would fix that now, by taking her over and over again right here on my mattress and when I finally got through with her she wouldn’t remember why she wanted to end things between us.