He pushed my thighs farther apart, spreading me for him. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he said. His thumb brushed across my clit again. “I’ve been hoping you’d come. But…I didn’t actually think you would.” He pulled away. “I don’t even have a condom.”
Screw me.I wanted to tell him it was okay to not use one. But I wasn’t on birth control. I’d been about to get on it but got my kidney stolen instead.
He sighed and dropped down next to me on the rug.
I saw his erection straining against his jeans.
“You said you dreamt of this moment,” I said. “So you’ve dreamt of me coming back for a long time? Or of fucking me?”
He turned toward me. He reached out and pushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Both.”
“For how long?”
He didn’t respond, but his fingers stayed on me. Gently sliding down my neck and massaging my shoulder.
“Did you want to fuck me back when I used to sneak down into your room?”
His Adam’s apple rose and then fell. “Yes.”
“Did you ever touch yourself when you thought of me?”
“Brooklyn…”
“Did you?”
“Yes.” He paused for a moment. “I jerked off to the thought of you. More than I’d like to admit. Usually at night before I knew you’d crawl into my bed. So I wouldn’t do something stupid.”
I got that. He wasn’t supposed to be sleeping in the same bed as me. Let alone touching me. “What was I doing when you thought about me?”
He continued to massage my shoulder. But there was a heat in his gaze that wasn’t there a moment ago. “I liked you on your knees. Begging me.”
I swallowed hard.
“I liked picturing your lips around my cock.”
Jesus.But honestly, I felt a lot like doing that now. He’d been better than my dreams. I wanted to be better than his too. I slowly sat up and shifted my weight to my knees. “I want you.”
“Brooklyn you don’t have to…”
“I need you. Please.” I wasn’t above begging for what I wanted. I’d already undone his pants. So I reached forward and shoved his boxers down. He was rock hard. I wanted him in every way. I’d actually dreamed of this too. Of him being mad at me for taking so long to come back to him. I pictured him shoving his cock down my throat. He’d wanted to punish me for making him wait. I’d touched myself to that very image.
I leaned down and licked his tip.
“Fuck.”
I didn’t bother teasing him anymore. I took his whole length into my mouth. All the way to the back of my throat.
He buried his fingers in my hair.
Each groan from his mouth made me tighten my lips and move faster.
I’d dreamed of this too. My lips around his cock. I’d dreamed of it when I shouldn’t have. And something about knowing he’d thought about us like this too…I felt sexy. I felt desired.
And I felt super hot. Like way overheated. And I wasn’t sure if it was because of the fire or because I was desperate for his touch again. Not even having a hug in the past several months made me feel like I was starving. I wanted his hands, his mouth, anything he’d give me. I tightened my lips again.
He came in my mouth. Shot after shot. It was sweeter than I expected it to be. And I drank him down.
He just stared at me. “What the hell have you been doing the past few months?”
