Page 115 of The Sounds of Her

Brooke: I’m in a late meeting but I could meet around nine? Want to order in?

The biggest grin splits my face and this time I don’t give a shit at Nick’s knowing look. I’m pretty sure all of them have talked about me and Brooke. I won’t tell the fuckers anything until I talk to her. Texting back, I agree, and Brooke sends me her address.

That is a good sign, right?

Brooke’s apartment building is in Chelsea. The doorman lets me in and says Ms Hannon notified him of her guest. When she opens the door, my heart almost falls through my ass at the sight of her.

She’s wearing a white sweater that hangs off one shoulder and drapes over her curves, with light grey leggings. I step inside and glance around.

There isn’t a full kitchen, but a wall of white units with all the appliances hidden behind them. The walls and furniture are white too, but there is an old brown leather armchair in one corner by the window. Although the dining table is compact with the chairs slotted beneath the circular top, they have bright orange cushioned seats. The whole place is softly lit by lamps around the room.

I kick off my shoes without being asked, spotting a rack near the door where hers are lined up. There is a bottle of opened red wine on the counter and she grabs two glasses, holding them up to me. There’s been no physical contact, which concerns me.

“I mean, you love wine, right?” She winks.

“Fucking Daryl,” I groan but walk over, leaning my ass against the counter beside her as she pours us a glass. I thank her when she hands it to me and then we stare at each other.

My dick throbs at the sight of her. The scent of her skin is intoxicating. And the slight blush dusting her cheeks as she stares at me, makes me crazy. Before I do anything else, like asking her how she is or if she’s heard from her parents, I set my glass down and take hers too.

Her breasts rise and fall with each breath as she waits to see what I’m going to do.

Fuck this. I grab her by the hip and pull her in to me, slamming my mouth over hers. Her hands go to my chest as if she is about to push me away. Instead she grips my t-shirt, fisting it in her hands, then she’s scrambling to get it off me, breaking us apart so she can lift it over my head.

Fuck, I love her hands on my skin.

When she removes her sweater, I’m fucking ecstatic to see she is braless. This is something I hope continues even if we’re back in chilly New York.

I grab her tits and she moans as I pinch her nipples, then take her mouth again. Damn, I’ve missed this. The taste of her wrecks me, makes me wild. I grab her ass and lift her up. There isn’t much space on the counter, and she will bang her head on the wall cabinets, so I move through the room.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

She waves her hand to the right of us at a door leading into a short hallway. Brooke points at an open door and I hurry inside as we’re clawing at each other, our mouths locked.

I bump my hip against a bureau and almost trip over the rug before getting to her low-level bed, setting her down on the end. It’s all white in here too, with black furniture, but I barely register that as I straighten up and look down at her.

She pulls the tie out of her hair and lets it spill around her shoulders. Her nipples are rosy from my pinching them, her lips are swollen, and she’s breathing hard.

I take a moment to look at her until she gets impatient, sitting forward, grabbing my belt. Standing still, I watch her as she unbuckles it, then my button and zipper, and she pulls my jeans down. They’re not even past my knees and she is grabbing my cock, pulling it out of my underwear.

“Fuck,” I curse.

Brooke leans forward and sucks me straight into her hot, wet mouth, lowering her head till she is almost swallowing me whole. I buck forward without thinking and she gags, but doesn’t stop moving, her hands gripping the back of my thighs to hold me against her.

Her hair is like silk as I run my hand through it, pulling it back so I can watch my cock disappearing in and out of that luscious mouth.

“Fuck, Brooke. You take my dick so good. Wanna fuck your mouth so hard. Wanna fill your throat with my come.”

She pulls back and looks at me. “Do it.”

I raise my brows, but she has a determined look on her face. With great effort, I restrain myself as she lowers her lips back around me. I take both sides of her head in my hands and test her a few times, slowly pressing in until I reach the back of her throat. Her eyes water and she gags again but still pulls me, letting me know she’s good.

I’ve never had a woman desperate to have my cock this far down her throat before. I should have known Brooke is an overachiever. I move quicker, drawing in and out, pushing further than I would usually.

“Breathe through your nose,” I grit out. Her cheeks hollow and she inhales deeply before I let go, clasping the back of her head and fucking into her throat.

“Jesus fuck, Brooke,” I groan out, tipping my head back as I move my hips.

She holds her head steady and lets me do all the work. Her spit is running down my cock, and tears spill over her cheeks, but she continues taking me deep.

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