Page 100 of Chasing Forever
I sink to my knees, the heat between us pulsing as fast as my heartbeat. As confident as I look, I’m no expert at this. Brooks watches me with such interest that I grow nervous.
“I—” His voice catches when I tug down the waistband of his track pants, dragging them slowly off with deliberate intent. “Lottie…”
I glance up at him as his cock springs free. It’s hard, flushed, and heavy with want. “You said you wanted to memorize me,” I murmur, wrapping one hand around the base. “It’s time I get to do the same.”
He sucks in a sharp breath when I lick a slow path up the length of him. His thighs tremble before a groan erupts from his throat. When I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the salt of him, he curses.
“Jesus,” he whispers. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I hum around him and take more of him into my mouth, working him slowly, deliberately, studying his reactions with every pass of my lips and flick of my tongue. His eyes never leave me.
“Lottie…” His voice breaks. Brooks slides his hand into my hair, not forcing anything. “Your mouth—fuck, that feels so good.”
I moan around him, the sound vibrating through his body, and his hips jerk forward. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, letting him slide deeper back. He grips my hair a little tighter. He’s so close already.
“You’re too good, baby. You’re too—” He groans.
I pull back slowly, pumping him with one hand. “What’s my grade?”
“A fucking plus, now get off your knees because I’m not coming in your mouth our first time together.”
I laugh and stand, my mouth finding his.
He swivels me around, pushing me lightly, and I fall to the mattress. I crawl up as he grabs the condom and rolls it on, watching me the whole time. My chest flutters but not from nerves. More like this is happening.
He’s mine.
“Look at me,” he says, positioning himself at my entrance. “I want to see your face as I slide inside you.”
I keep my eyes locked on his as he pushes in slow and deep. Filling me in a way that has my entire body clenching around him.
I gasp.
He curses.
“Jesus, you feel—fuck—you’re perfect.”
He’s big, and it’s the kind of stretch I’m not used to, but my body hums with satisfaction. I’ve never felt fuller. So claimed. And I want to tell him I was a fool. It should’ve always been him.
“You feel better than I imagined,” I whisper.
“You’ve imagined me?”
“Only every night since Vegas.”
He groans and moves. His thrusts are long and dragging. I gasp each time, my fingernails clawing at his back the deeper he goes.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says. “So wet for me. You’re making me lose my goddamn mind.”
He’s everywhere. In every part of me. And it’s not just the sex, it’s the emotion braided through our movements. The years of longing looks, of restraint, of hoping and wishing.
“I can’t believe we waited this long,” I manage to say, breath hitching.
“I’d wait a lifetime if this is what I get.” His mouth brushes mine. “But now that I have you? I’m never going back.”
Our rhythm builds, sharp and deep. I lift my hips to meet him, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. My fingertips graze up his spine.
His hands slide up my arms, placing them above my head, interlocking our fingers. “I want to see you come,” he pants. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
