Page 55 of Tortured Whispers
I brushed my lips against Brook’s ear and said, “You don’t have on any panties, do you, Kiddo?” Beneath the table, my hand started its slow journey up her inner thigh.
Brook shook her head at my question. Her teeth found her bottom lip as she squirmed in her seat. I liked making her squirm. I also liked making her cum without sticking my dick in her. It was incredibly sexy to witness.
“Is your pussy wet right now?” I quizzed, my voice low and rumbling through my chest. I watched the hollow space between Brook’s collarbones dip when she sucked in a breath and my cock twitched.
Goddammit.
I couldn’t control myself around her. There were people all around us and I was sporting a full, thick erection while the tips of my eager fingers slid back and forth against Brook’s cunt. She shuddered violently and I did nothing to hide my arrogant smirk.
She was mine and her body knew it too. It obeyed without words. Orgasms by telepathy.
I’d never had that type of connection with anyone before.
“Cease,” she stammered, gripping my forearm. Her knuckles were blanched.
“What is it, Brook?” I asked, nuzzling my lips against her neck.
“I’m going to cum,” she warned me slamming her knees together.
“Open. Now.” I growled, biting her earlobe.
“Fuck…” she dragged out the word on an infinite loop.
“Shh, the waiter is coming over. Can you order food with my thumb rolling over your clit, Brook?” She shook her head, soft black hair swishing back and forth. Excitement rushed through my body when the waiter approached. Brook was soaking wet and my dick was at full attention.
Above that table, we looked normal though. We didn’t look like two people coated in sin and diving head first into the deepest, darkest waters. “Hey, guys, ready to order?”
“Yes, we are. Brook, you wanna go first?” I glanced at her pretty face and her cheeks were rosy, her skin was dewy, and her breathing was rapid. She was so fucking close.
“Um…yeah,” she squeaked. “Tacos? Chicken tacos.” She looked at the waiter and forced a smile.
“Okay cool, and you, sir?” I pushed my gaze to the menu and worked Brook’s clit faster beneath the table.
“I think I’ll go with tamales.” I closed the menu with my free hand and gave it to the young man. “Can we get some iced teas, please?”
“Yeah. Coming right up.” He nodded at us then walked off. I turned my focus to Brook who’s breathing was coming faster and faster.
“Give in, Brook. Flood my fucking hand with your slippery pussy.” I didn’t move faster. I moved slower. Making loops around her clit with my thumb. I avoided direct stimulation just to drive her insane.
She dug her nails into my arm while her back went stiff. She was so goddamn sexy right then. Her full, parted lips were flushed and pink, her skin looked satiny under the ambient lighting and her fucking nipples were so hard. They pressed against the pink fabric of her pretty little dress like they were beckoning to me. They wanted me to free them.
“Oh, my god,” Brook breathed. I felt warm, slippery honey coating my fingers. I wanted to be inside of her so bad it was painful. I shifted my position, moving so that my hard dick wasn’t pressing right against my fly.
I was dangerously close to shooting my load in my pants. I wanted to save every drop for Brook though. “Such a good girl. Fuck, your pussy is so wet. I can’t wait until we get home so I can rip that dress off and fuck you until you cry.”
“Cease,” she whimpered while she continued to cum against my hand. After she was done riding out the waves of her sexy-as-fuck orgasm, I moved my hand and looked at the way my fingers glistened. “You got my hand all messy, Kiddo.”
“Stop calling me Kiddo,” she grumbled.
“Why? I like watching you get all pissed off,” I smirked. One by one I cleaned each finger, tasting her sweet flavor on my tongue. She sat staring with wide, curious eyes. “Your messes taste fucking delicious. I want you to make a mess all over my face when we get home. Then make one all over my cock,” I said so that only she could hear.
“As long as it lasts all night,” she quipped. Her neck turned a beautiful pale red and I was dying to mark her up more.
I had to control myself though. Ronnie’s words played in my head over and over. He knew. He knew I was with Brooklyn. If he could tell who else could tell? I had to slow down.
I was so busy thinking with my emotions that I wasn’t leaving any room for logic. All I could see was my love for Brook and how much she drove me crazy. She was still in high school and I was a prominent child psychologist of all goddamn things.
I knew I wanted to be with her forever but I had to actually plan to make that happen. We couldn’t ride off into the sunset without consequences.
