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“Holy shit, is that a piercing?” I chuckle at his question.
“Yeah, so I was trying something out a couple of years ago,” I mock between pants. “Now, use your hand and get me off,” I order, and he smacks my ass before playing with the piercing between his fingers. The sensation is nearly too much, and my body shakes as I cry out his name.
“That’s my baby,” he groans while thrusting into me so fast and deep I know I’ll be ruined forever. There is zero chance I’ll ever be able to fuck another man that could make me feel as good as Brooks is with just this quickie. “Keep screaming my name. Tell god who you’re worshiping now.”
“You,” I whimper out, feeling all the coils inside me, getting ready to snap. I’m going to explode. “You, Brooks, you fuck me like this, and I’ll worship you until the day I die. Oh, shit…” I cry out as everything snaps and my vision goes white, causing me to see stars.
“Stevie,” I hear him moan out softly. “You feel so fucking good, fuck…” he grits out while rubbing my clit. He roars out my name as his thrusts become frantic before he releases himself inside me.
We lay in silence for a moment together before he removes himself from inside me and heads to the bathroom.
“Shit,” I hear him curse, and a minute later, he walks back out, holding a towel. “Peaches baby, I think you started your period.” He says, and oh… my god, I’m so embarrassed. I look at him, knowing the humiliation is all over my face. He waves me off while walking up to me with a towel. “Hey, calm down. It’s not a big deal.” I feel my lip wobble as tears threaten to spill. Brooks runs the towel over my inner thigh, and I try to smack him away.
“Stop,” I snap quietly. “Y-you don’t have to clean up my blood, that’s–”
“Shut it,” He states, gently pushing me to my back. “You gave me the best sex of my life and you think I won’t clean you up?” He scoffs, “What kind of piece of shit do you take me for?”
“Brooks, I’m bleeding. It’s… fuck, it’s not my period.” I feel him freeze his movements as he glances up at my face.
“What is it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I hear his panic, and, fuck does he have to be so sweet?
“N-no, I have a condition. Endometriosis. Along with Uterine Fibroids. They cause me to bleed often, and sometimes it happens during sex. Sorry, I should’ve warned you so you could’ve made the choice to still fuck me.”
“Peaches, if I hadn’t already shot my payload, I would fuck you again right now. Blood washes off. As long as it’s not painful for you, why would that deter me?” Oh. Oh no. Shaking my head, I shove him away, scooping my pants up and heading to the bathroom just as the tears fall. God damn it, that was so sweet. Thoughts of how Vincent would make gagging noises when I would bleed fill my mind, making me cry harder. My condition makes it so hard for me to feel confident and for Brooks, Brooks to be the one to not only act unbothered but to say he would go again… damn, I need to get out of this room, away from him. After I finish cleaning myself, putting on a pad, and washing my hands, I walk out to the hotel’s main room and lock eyes with Brooks. He must see my decision to bolt out of the room because, as I turn and run, Brooks grabs my wrist and pulls me back, pressing my back against the wall. I stare up into his eyes as I feel my heart rate quickening.
“Peaches.” His low growl sends shivers down my spine. “There is zero chance I’ll be able to let this be a quickie. So you best know that now.” I relax at his playful wink and give him a playful shove and eye-roll.
“Well, you best figure out how to be okay with it because this is a one-and-done big man.” I don’t know who I’m trying to convince with that lie, Brooks or myself.
He lets me go to the door before his words stop my departure. “I will never be done with you, Stevie.”
Brooks
CHAPTER TWO
CALIFORNIA
Me: How many times have you come thinking of me?
Peaches: New number, who dis?
Me: ha ha
Peaches: What do you want, big man?
Me: Uh, it’s Daddy
Peaches: HA! Wrong kink, my guy.
Me: Eh, worth a shot.
Peaches: How’s Chicago?
Me: It’s miserable. I’m laying here in this uncomfortable bed with an erection that won’t go away.
Peaches: Sounds tragic.
Me: Painfully so.
