Page 30 of Face Off
Hayley: Would you spread my legs?
Brooks: I’d spread your legs as I licked my way back down toward your stomach. Placing gentle kisses and nips on the inside of your thighs before letting myself taste that delectable pussy of yours.
Hayley: God, I want you to taste me so bad. Then before your fuck me, taste myself on your tongue.
Brooks: Fuck.
Brooks: Yes, Red.
Brooks: I’d place a hand on your lower abdomen to hold you down as my tongue workedbetween your wet folds while my thumb rubbed circles on that sensitive clit of yours.
A load moan releases from my lips as I envision Brooks doing just that. I feel my orgasm building. Needing the release but know I want to make this last as long as I can.
Hayley: I need you.
God, I need him to come here and help me with my release. It’s embarrassing. I’ve never needed a man before, but there’s an impulse within me that needs Brooks right here and right now.
Brooks: What do you need from me, Red? Tell me.
Hayley: I need you to make me come.
He doesn’t respond right away, making me feel pathetic. Like a whore who needs to get her fill. I think about retracting my last text and turning off my phone for the night, but a knock sounds at my front door. Glancing at the time, it’s a quarter to four. So, serial killer vibes are sure rushing through my mind. As I scramble to pull up my leggings, my phone pings with a text.
Brooks: Open your door.
Excitement bubbles inside me as I open the door to see Brooks standing under the dim porch light wearing a Skipjacks tee, athletic shorts, and pair of running shoes. His chest rises and falls as he stares me down.
Did he run here?
Fuck, who cares. He wants me.
The man in front of me is feral.
He’s everything I want. Everything I need. And so much more.
I step back, allowing him to come into my entryway before shutting the door behind him. His eyes roam my body, landing on the little bit of skin exposed on my stomach thanks to my gray crop top.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Red,” he says.
The deep husky tone of his voice has me dripping with even more need as my arousal pools between my legs.
“Give me that mouth of yours.”
Adrenaline pumps through me as our lips collide with one another. My hand grips the back of his neck, while he digs his fingertips into my hip. Backing us against a wall, he deepens his kiss, running his tongue along my bottom lip, granting access.
“Shit, I’ve been dying to do that since we stepped off the plane.”
He grips the back of my thighs, hoisting me up onto the entryway table. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Gripping the hem of my shirt, he pulls it over my head before he peppers kisses down my neck to my collarbone. God, this man drives me wild. Chills run up and down my spine at a simple touch but when he kisses me, it’s like my body is set on fire.
“This body deserves to be worshiped,” he mutters as he pulls one bra strap down my arm. “Where should I taste you first, Red?”
“Bed,” I moan out. “Upstairs. You know the room.”
His hands fall to my side, gripping under my thighs and lifting me off the entryway table. I playfully bite at his neck as he carries me up the stairs two at a time, kicking open my bedroom door once in front of it. He throws me on the bed like a rag doll as his hands rub along my bare skin, stopping at the waistline of my leggings. Slowly, he works them down my legs, exposing mybare, wet pussy. He doesn’t meet my gaze as his eyes roam my body, his hand dragging over his mouth.
“I said it once before, but I’ll say it again,” he says, bringing his mouth to hover mere inches from mine. “You are perfection, Hayley. It’s like you were made for me. And I’m going to worship every last part of your body.”
Fuck. Yes.
