"Fuck, Brooke, you make me crazy," he growls. A shiver rocks down my spine, and my bones feel like they're vibrating. "You make me insane. You ruined me. You wrecked me. I fucking love it."
"You came back—fuck—into my life, and it was like the world—oh, god—became technicolor," I manage to gasp out. My face is pressed into the unforgiving brick of the wall. Trapped between a rock-hard cock and a hard wall. Exactly how I like it. Exactly how I need it.
I mean every word. Even in my dickmatized state, I know exactly what I'm saying, and every word is the honest truth. He makes me feel alive again. I feel likeme. I feel like I can handle anything the world throws at me with grace.
"I love it. I loveyou. I need you, baby—I need you so bad. I need this ass—" He slaps my ass hard, eliciting a delighted yelp from me. "—every day, every night, I fucking need it."
"Take it, Dustin. Fucking take it," I grit out between my teeth.
His thrusts are faster, erratic, more animalistic. His low rumble of a laugh reverberates through my bones. "Oh, no, baby. You're gonna take it. You're gonna take my cock every morning, noon, and night. You're gonna take my cock like a good girl, aren't you?"
Oh,shit.Simple words have never brought me close to orgasm before, but I've never had Dustin spitting the filthiest things into my ear before. I'm seeing stars, and every muscle in my body tenses up—I'm a bomb ready to explode.
"That's right, baby. That's fucking right. You take my cock like a goddess; you're such a dirty girl. You're my dirty girl, aren't you? My good girl. I'm going to fill up this pretty pussy with my cum. You're going to be stuffed. You're gonna be so fucking full," he grunts into my ear, kneading my ass cheek at the same time.
There's a scream building in my chest, and I can't hold it back much longer. My bones are vibrating, my body is tingly, and I squint my eyes shut as the waves of pleasure explode within me. Dustin lets out a triumphant groanas he shudders his release, clamping his hands down and pinning me in place.
I'm his. I'm his. I'm his. He draws my orgasm out like a pro, thrusting through every earth-shattering pulse of pleasure, filling me so completely. I'm floating through space and time. Everything falls away around us. It's just me and him. This is where I'm meant to be. I'm sure of it.
He sucks in a gasp as he wrenches his cock free and slumps over my bent-over form, both of us struggling to stay upright. "Holy hell, Brooke. That was… wow."
"Wow," I breathe.
In this moment, I know I made the exact right decision.
Once we're both dressed again, he leads me through his condo and introduces me to the space. It's sparklingly clean, but it doesn't feel lived-in at all. I know Atmosphere keeps him on the road—kept him on the road?—at least half of the year. But it just doesn't feel likehim.
"This is my favorite spot," he announces as we enter his bedroom. The perfectly made bed and side tables look like they came out of a magazine, right down to the tasteful area rug and floor-length curtains over the massive window.
Scampering ahead of me, he draws back the curtains and looks over at me expectantly. I approach, and my breath falls away. I get it now. The windows are gigantic, much wider than anything in my cramped NYC bedroom. And the view? Immaculate. Towering buildings glisten in the thin rays of February sunlight, with Lake Michigan sparkling in the distance. The lake stretches on and on with windswept waves on its surface. Anchored boats bob with the current.
Words elude me. Dustin throws an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in, laying a gentle kiss to the side of my head. "And that's why."
Who knew Dustin lived in such luxury, sterile environment notwithstanding? I could see myself here. I could see myself thriving here, and Huey would spend hours every day looking out the windows and chirping at the birds that fly by.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
"This is beautiful, Dustin," I whisper. "Thank you for… everything, really."
"No, thankyou. Brooke, baby, I didn't know how bad I would miss you until I was gone. But seeing you here? Having you here? It just feelsright." He steps back and takes my hands, kissing the tips of my fingers.
"It does," I agree. "Our parents are going to be over themoon."
"Oh, my god. I hadn't even thought about that." He laughs. "I think Alicia said something to Mom, but I'm not sure. I haven't had any frantic phone calls about it, so there's a good chance she hasn't."
"She probably wanted to give you the chance to tell her yourself." I smile.
"Probably." He looks down at his phone. "Oh, wow. Happy Valentine's Day, baby."
"It's Valentine's Day?" I gasp. He shows me the screen, and I burst into laughter. "Wow, I lost track of the days somewhere. Holy shit. This is perfect—should we go out? Can we go out?"
"Oh, we'redefinitelygoing out. I'm so excited to show you my favorite places around town!" He claps his hands together and beams a smile at me.
"Hey, isn't this kind of our first date?"
He chuckles. "Yeah, I guess so. We didn't really go in public much in New York."
"Well!" I draw myself up to my full height and stare directly into his eyes. "You better impress me, Mr. Sanders. I'm a very judgmental first date."
