Chapter Forty
Shane
“You’re quiet,” I said, wrapping my hand around Brooklyn’s thigh. She’d hardly said a word all evening as we’d watched TV, and I worried she regretted outing our relationship. I felt mostly relief now that I didn’t have to hide it from her family anymore. More pressure to not screw it up, as well, but it meant no more sneaking around and having to make up an excuse so she could stay over without her brothers coming to hunt her down. “You okay?”
She leaned her head on my shoulder, her silky hair brushing my bare skin. “Yeah. Just thinking.”
“About me?”
A smile broke through the worry in her expression. “Naturally.”
“Good,” I said, rubbing my thumb over the soft skin of her thigh. “Because you’re always on my mind these days.”
The worry returned, and I smoothed the spot between her eyebrows, the way I’d done shortly after we’d met all those weeks ago. “So you’re saying I’m distracting?” she asked.
“Baby, it’s hard for me to lie and say no when your bare legs are draped over my lap and you look the way you do. You distract me in all the right ways, and keep me motivated in the areas I need motivated in.” I brushed her hair off her face so I could see into those big blue eyes. “I’m assuming this is because of what your family said this morning?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I worry they’re right. Maybe we should put us on hold and wait until after your fight to pick it back up.”
“Now that would be distracting. Then all I’d be able to think about was getting back to us, and I’d get hit in the head a lot, the way I did the first day you crashed into my life. And basically every other time you were around. I was far more distracted when I could only imagine kissing you and getting you naked and underneath me. Now I’m focused.” I skimmed my lips over her shoulder and kissed her neck. Then I moved to her lips.
“Mmm. I enjoy your focus, I do, but—”
I stroked my tongue over hers until she was the one distracted. Every time I thought I’d gotten my fill of this girl, I took another taste and found myself starving for more. Just like that, I was ready to go again.
My muscles, unfortunately, not so much. They complained with every tiny movement, reminding me they’d been pushed to the brink of exhaustion, and a non-sexy type groan slipped out. The ice bath had robbed me of my breath, but it’d helped the aching. Looked like I needed another one, but I chose to lose myself in a warm body instead. Or I would once I caught my second wind.
I sagged into the comfort of the couch.
Brooklyn ran a finger down my chest. “Oh, sure, get me all riled up and then crash out.”
“My body’s taken a lot of abuse lately. Give me a second to rest my arms and I’ll be good to go.”
Her finger drifted lower, and my body was ready to take more abuse at the hands of this girl. “Guess that means I need to do the work,” she said.
I was about to argue, but then she crawled on top of me. She rocked her hips and my groan was all pleasure this time.
I ran my hands up her thighs, my energy slowly returning.
She toyed with the bottom of her shirt. “Okay, so I’m guessing about now’s when you’d remove my top.”
“You know me. The sooner I get you naked, the better. If it were up to me, you’d lose your clothes the second you stepped inside my apartment.”
“Well, lucky for me, you were already shirtless when I arrived.”
“I strive to please.”
She pulled off her top, and I soaked in the sight of the hot-pink bra I’d asked her to model for me. Her confidence and the seductive way she peered down at me propelled me right from want to need, and my cock twitched, impatient for his turn.
“That bra’s even sexier than I thought it’d be, but now I’m wondering how it’d look on my floor.”
“Well, I know how unimaginative you can be.” She reached up and pushed one of the straps off her shoulders. She batted her eyelashes as she did the same with the other side. Then she reached behind her to unhook it, and my lungs stopped taking in oxygen.
The bra hung there, suspended for a blood-pumping eternity, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I curled my hand around the little pink bow in the center and jerked it down and off. While I was thoroughly enjoying the show, there was no way I was letting her do all the work—or have all the fun—so I dipped my head to one of her exposed breasts and flicked her hard nipple with my tongue.
She squirmed, the friction turning me on even more, and all thoughts of sore muscles drifted away.
“Be careful,” she said. “I’d hate for you to sprain something.”
I gently bit down and she made a husky sound in the back of her throat that would haunt my dreams for weeks. When she pulled away, I started to protest, but then she held up a finger.
“Patience, Grasshopper.”
“I have no patience,” I ground out. “You should know that by now.”
“Well, then, we better work on that.” She undid the button on her shorts, then took her time tugging down her zipper, and I thought it’d be worth the resulting pain to shoot up and push her against the wall.
My muscles throbbed like they were telling me don’t even think about it, buddy, but a more insistent throbbing grew stronger, and it was seconds from taking over. Finally the fabric fell to the floor, and she stepped out of her shorts, leaving her in nothing but lacy pink panties that matched her discarded bra.
I reached for her, and she smacked my hand away. I growled, and she flashed me a falsely-innocent vixen smile. I clicked my tongue. “Taking advantage of a poor, beat-up guy.”
“Yeah, yeah. I feel so sorry for you, the guy who purposely submits himself to a lifestyle that means sore muscles and constantly being punched and jabbed.” She shimmied her hips, a few inches out of my reach. “What about me? I’ve got to do my job and your job just to get off.”
I shot out my arm, caught her wrist, and yanked her to me. She tumbled into my lap, her perky tits rising and falling with her low, intoxicating laughter. Every muscle in my body burned from the fast movement, and it was totally worth it. I sank my teeth into her earlobe. “No need to do my job. I’ll get it done just fine, I promise.”
My fingers dug into her hips as I gripped them and thrust against her, and she shuddered and whispered my name. “You wanna keep playing?” I asked.
She nodded, and before I could make my next move, she rolled her hips, her damp heat meeting my hard, ready dick. “Fuck, baby. You keep that up, and this game’s going to end before I want it to.”
“That’s okay,” she said, rolling her hips again, and there was no way I was going to come in my shorts like it was my first time, even if every time with Brooklyn felt like a new first.
I reached between us, moved her panties aside, and dragged a knuckle over her. She whimpered, her nipples getting even harder, and I repeated the move, spreading her wetness over her and paying attention to where she moaned the loudest.
My eyes met hers as I anticipated watching her come undone in my arms. I slipped a finger inside of her, groaning at the way her walls clamped down on my finger. I couldn’t wait to settle myself between her thighs and sink in nice and deep, but I had a job to do first.
I added another finger, and she gripped my shoulders and rocked against my hand. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I asked. “What you do to me? I’ve never felt this way before, not with anyone else.”
I curled my fingers, searching for the spot that would send her over the edge.
“Omigosh, right there. Yes, yes, yes.”
One more pump of my fingers and her orgasm rocketed through her. I leaned back to enjoy the show, and boy did I. Enough that I was going to request an encore every night.
She sagged against me, and I held on to her, anchoring her to me. Or maybe I was anchored to her. All I knew was that I wanted to stay that way forever.
At least that was what I thought until she yanked off my shorts and boxers, rolled a condom over me, and then lowered herself onto me, all the way to the hilt.
She pushed me back against the cushions when I reached for her. “You rest your arms. I’m going to take care of you.”
Something about the words made me feel like I could fly and like I was going to crash, and I wasn’t sure which scared me more. So I shut all that out and focused on the here and now and the girl fucking me into sweet oblivion.