“I want your shirt off.”
I trail kisses down her neck before I lean back and pull my undershirt and scrub top off. Brooke’s eyes roam over my naked torso before finding my eyes again. When I lower back down on top of her, she sighs as our bare chests meet.
I spend a few minutes licking and teasing her nipples until I can tell she’s getting antsy again. My lips place kisses over her ribs, then the flat plane of her belly as I make my way down. Then, I’m right there. I bury my nose in her crotch. Fuck, she smells good.
“What are you doing?” Brooke lifts her head off the bed to look at me. She looks horrified. “Did you just smell me? Down there?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“Um.” She wrinkles her nose. “No. But we can just skip this part.”
She waves her palm over where my head rests between her thighs.
“I don’t want to skip this part.”
“Well, I never get off this way, so it’s a waste of time.”
I want to laugh. She’s really cute.
“Okay. Well, maybe I want to lick you. Maybe this is about me, not you.” I enjoy eating pussy, but this is most definitely going to be about her, she just doesn’t know it yet.
“So youlikelicking pussy?” She almost looks offended. I might as well have told her that I like drowning puppies.
I tug on her hips, pulling her to the end of the bed which forces her upper body to fall back onto the mattress in a humph. Then, I spread her legs and smile. Brooke is bare, so everything is on display. I love what I see. She’s pink and glistening with arousal. My dick throbs just looking at her. I hook her knees over my shoulders, then give her a long, slow lick up the middle. Her legs tremble when I suck on her clit. She’s so wet, and her pussy tastes so sweet.
The pie I had tonight was something I don’t normally indulge in, but Brooke’s pussy? It would be on the menu every night.
I spend the next few minutes licking and sucking, finding a rhythm that she likes. Because no matter what she told me before, she’s enjoying herself now. When she’s writhing on the bed, I thrust a finger inside of her.
“Oh, god.”
“Cole,” I remind her.
“More, Cole. I need more.”
Another lick and suck, then I’m adding a second finger. Her hips rock with the rhythm of my fingers. Her hands are wild, her fingers pulling hard to press my face closer. I suck the tiny bundle of nerves and hook my fingers inside of her.
Brooke’s orgasm hits, her muscles milking my fingers even before she announces on a gasp, “I’m coming.”
Her words are an afterthought as she rides her orgasm. I don’t miss her content sigh as her breathing returns to normal.
Fuck, she’s pretty. My dick aches looking at her flushed skin and seeing how wet she is. How ready she is for me. I rub my palm down my hard length over my scrubs. I’m so ready for her it’s almost painful.
Brooke’s eyes open, but her eyelids look heavy. Drunk from her orgasm, her words come out in a jumble.
“That was…yeah…wow, okay.”
It takes a minute for her to recover. But as soon as she does, her eyes open wide and immediately focus on my hand. She props herself up on her elbows, intent on watching me.
With a quick pull of a drawstring my pants are on the floor. I watch Brooke watching me, her eyes intently focused on my crotch as she wets her lips. When I pull down my briefs, my dick springs out, and Brooke’s eyes widen.
12
Brooke
Cole has a big dick. For a moment, I just stare at it in amazement. Finally, I move to sit up so I can wrap a hand around his length. Even when I grip him tightly, it’s a struggle to get the pad of my thumb to touch my other fingers. I stroke him a few times, watching as Cole’s eyes become hooded, and a low growl escapes his lips. My thumb moves around his crown, spreading the pre come that has accumulated there. I bring my lips to him, giving the head of Cole’s dick a slow lick. As soon as I make contact, Cole makes a hissing sound, his dick jutting forward searching for more.
I lick and swirl my tongue against his head trying to get used to his girth. When I finally slide him past my lips, it takes extra stretch to keep my lips tucked over my teeth. I can’t take all of him, that would require surgically expanding my throat, so I use my hand to pump him where my mouth can’t reach.
