Page 99 of Only Between Us

Forget the concentration.

Forget his sounds.

Thisis the best part. The way he looks to be hanging on the edge of his control, with nothing but a single, final finger holding him there. I take in the pure struggle in his face, the curls sticking on his forehead, damp from the steam rising from the water.

I’d forgotten how long it’s been since he’s done this. But the reminder that he hasn’t been with anyone else in almost two years, that I was the one to tempt him like this, is a high I might never come down from.

“Do it.” I practically shove myself off the edge of the tub. Fucking him harder. Faster. He lifts his head, searching my face. “Come on, Attwood. Show me how crazy I make you, or I’ll have to call you a liar.”

With a frustrated growl Brooks pushes me onto the edge of the hot tub, hikes a knee up beside me, and starts driving into me at such a ruthless pace my breath cuts off completely. I don’t even miss the air. The way he fills me, bounces me up and down his cock, and grunts with the force of it, fill my lungs with something so much sweeter.

“Is this what you wanted? Me losing my fucking mind over you?”

“Almost, baby.” My words come out choppy from the force of the way he fucks me. I scrape my nails through the hair at the back of his head. “Come on, fill me up, Brooks. You’re really hot when you come. I’ve fucked myself so many times picturing you. Thinking about this, you fucking my pussy so hard and deep I—”

“Siena. Fuck.”

With a deep groan, so loud every single person down the street must hear it, Brooks goes off. His firm body slumps against mine. I hold him to me as he shudders, feeling his cock throb inside me. Just listening to the sweet sound of his ragged breath as he comes down.

It’s a new one for me. I’ve never been so satisfied, so completely, blissfully sated, just from feeling a guy come. That says something about him and what he means to me. But before I can examine the thought too closely, Brooks pulls out of me. He takes me with himas he climbs out of the hot tub like a man on fire and loving every second of it.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders for balance. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer. Brooks kicks a patio chair away from the massive wooden table, sends it flying across the lawn. This has to be some kind of athlete recovery shit, because the man was near comatose in my arms a second ago.

Brooks drops my ass on the table, throws my thighs open, and falls to his knees on the concrete.

There’s no way.

His cum is dripping out of me, andthere’s no damn wayhe’s about to do what I think he is—

Brooks smooths his palms over my thighs, holding me wide open for him. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

Oh my God.

He runs a finger through the wetness along the inside of my thigh, collecting his cum before sinking that finger inside me. Adding another. And dropping his mouth to my pussy with a groan.

I bow off the table, moaning his name. I’m hallucinating. That’s it, isn’t it? Because there’s no way I’m really living this, what has to be the filthiest moment of my life: spread open on a table outside, with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen on his knees, licking my pussy and whatever bit of himself he has smeared over me.

I only realize my jaw has dropped when he looks up and returns a smirk.

He licks and kisses along my pussy, finger-fucking his cum back into me as he goes, before settling on my clit. Licking at it, sucking it into his mouth so perfectly I’m a writhing mess above him. His cock had already primed the hell out of me minutes before, so my orgasm comes quick. One scorching hot pull down my spine, up my thighs, and I’m crying out into the night, thrashing on the table, grinding my pussy into Brooks’s mouth, needy for every little bit he gives me.

With a sigh, I go still, but Brooks’s mouth stays put. He mumbles something over my skin, seems to realize I can’t hear him with a mouth full of pussy, and pulls away.

“Open your mouth.” He pulls out his fingers and presses them at my lips in an offering I eagerly accept. “We taste so fucking good together. Don’t we?”

I suck his fingers clean, tasting us both. I can’t say I have a point of comparison for this, but it’s hard to imagine anything ever coming close.

Brooks watches me greedily. “Say we taste good together.”

“We taste good together.”

It comes out muffled around his fingers, which amuses him greatly… until I start sucking on them harder, twirling my tongue, hollowing my cheeks. His jaw slacks.

Brooks plucks his fingers from my mouth and shifts around between my thighs.

“You ready?”

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