Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Caesar, do you remember what my dissertation was about?” He asked before I opened the door and stalked out of his office. I paused to bring the memory to the forefront of my mind. When I remembered his dissertation, my hand fell from the knob and I sat back down.
He wasn’t out to hurt or expose us like he said.
“Yeah, I remember,” I muttered.
“I know you don’t feel comfortable talking to me about it right now but give it some thought. I only want to help you two navigate this.” I was grateful that Ronnie didn’t try to hold me in his office and continue talking because I needed time to think.
I didn’t want anyone, no matter who it was, to peer into my relationship with Brook. It was sacred. It wasn’t meant to be understood by anyone outside of us.
I didn’t care about how much Ronnie wanted to help. Some things were absolutely private. I wasn’t upset with him though. I kicked myself for letting my feelings for Brook be exposed in that manner.
I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked up to see Brook. She looked fucking amazing. I stood with a dry mouth and wide eyes.
Her hair had been straightened and she had the prettiest pouty, glossy lips I’d ever fucking laid eyes on. I don’t know what the hell her and Ashley were over there doing but I’d never seen Brook look so stunning.
“Hi,” she said in a small voice.
“Damn, Brook…” I slid my tongue along my teeth and took long strides toward her. Her hazel eyes were hypnotizing, especially with smooth black strokes outlining them. She was a goddess standing before me. “You look amazing,” I finally said, pulling her against me with my hand on the small of her back.
“Ashley gave me a makeover,” she giggled.
“Well, you look…wow...” I shook my head and tipped her head to the side. I wanted to be careful not to mess up her pretty lip gloss. I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t bruise her dainty neck though.
I clicked the lock while I crushed Brook beneath my weight against the door. “You should have never come here looking like that, Kiddo.”
“Why?” She breathed, hungry for every kiss and bite I decorated her neck with.
“Because bad things happen to pretty girls like you when they walk into a lion’s den.”
“Oh?” She quizzed, intrigued. Her slender fingers moved to unbutton my shirt. My pulse quickened and my cock ached. Every word from her pouty mouth made me want to fuck her senseless.
I sank my teeth into her warm skin and she gasped, calling my name while her nails pierced my shoulders. A beautiful red mark materialized on her neck. I needed to see more of them. I needed her to know and feel who she belonged to.
Deep down I knew I was proving to her that I was the only one for her. That what we had couldn’t be replicated. I wanted her to know with each kiss, lick, and bite that I would protect what we had.
I hated that she wore jeans every day. I wanted access to that perfect pussy all the fucking time. I forced the stiff denim down her long legs and she kicked them off her feet.
Her cute pink panties were saturated with slippery arousal. I slid my fingers against the transparent scrap of cotton, creating friction against her plump clit. “I want them off and in my fucking hand, Brook.” My breathing was ragged. The scent of her in the air turned me into an animal.
The way she trembled while she pulled off her wet panties made me stroke my dick through my pants. The instant she placed them in my palm, I shoved them in her mouth.
“Bite down on that,” I instructed. I hoisted her up against the door and placed her thighs on my shoulders. I was where I wanted to be. Face to face with Brook’s slick cunt. The way it glistened called out to me but I took my time.
I teased her clit with the tip of my nose before placing painfully slow kisses along her puffy lips. She let out muffled cries with her panties clenched between her teeth. I continued tasting her, making her squirm and buck against my mouth. Each time she did it, she slid her bundle of nerves along the tip of my nose and shuddered.
I sucked and slurped and tongue fucked countless climaxes from her body.
When I felt her dripping from my chin to my chest I lowered her to her feet and led her to my desk where I bent her over. I needed inside of her immediately. She said something with the panties between her teeth but I couldn’t understand her.
“Fuck me, Cease,” she panted when I removed them. I growled and shoved them back in her mouth right before I thrust inside of her. We had to be as quiet as possible and it was stupid to fuck her in my office but neither one of us could handle the tension.
I let her newly straightened tresses slip through my fingers before I pulled hard and fucked the shit out of her. I gave her the deepest strokes, feeding her every inch of my cock. She was so goddamn wet I wouldn’t be able to hold on without filling her with cum.
The thought of her sitting on Ronnie’s couch with her pussy still full of me, had me sending thick ropes of cum deep inside of Brook’s pulsing cunt. Her body jerked with an orgasm and squeezed my girth over and over. It was the sweetest, most unrelenting torture I’d ever endured. I wanted more of it though. I wanted it all the fucking time.
“Oh my god,” Brook pushed the panties out of the mouth and on top of my desk. “That was fucking amazing.” She stood upright and looked around for her jeans. I handed them to her and walked into my bathroom. As much as I wanted to keep her sweetness on my face, I knew I couldn’t. We weren’t at home and I’d already been too reckless. We had to wash up.
“Can I have more of that when we get home?” Brook asked from behind me. She gave me a squeeze around the middle and I rubbed her hands.
“All. Fucking. Night.” I turned around and we shared a slow burning kiss that made Brook’s entire body quiver. I loved pushing her body to its limits. I loved watching the effect I had on her. It was beautiful.
A knock sounded on my office door before I heard it swing open. Brook froze to her spot, her hazel pools full of fear. I kissed her forehead and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Cease, you in here?” Hollows’ voice called from my office.
“One second, Ronnie,” I answered. When Brook slid her pinkie around mine and tugged, I tugged back. “It’s okay,” I assured her.
I walked out to greet Ronnie while Brook hung back. “Is Brooklyn here?” He asked, looking around me.
“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom.” A small swarm of nerves took over me remembering that he knew about us. More than likely, he knew we’d been in my office fucking too. The scent of both of us had to still be in the air. There was no mistaking it.
“Cease, remember what I said to you during our session,” he said quietly.
“Ronnie, I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t feel comfortable talking about it.”
“But there is something to talk about?” He regarded me with his hands in his pockets and a quizzical expression painted across his features.
“No, Ronnie. There isn’t,” I lied.
By then, Brook was walking out of the bathroom. I forced my eyes away from her face but it was really all I wanted to look at. I did catch a glimpse of my teeth marks on her olive skin.
I was so goddamn stupid for marking her up like that right before she had a session with Ronnie. Brook turned me into a crazy man though. I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath sometimes. It was staggering.
“Ah, Brooklyn, how are you?” Ronnie shook her hand and she smiled.
“I’m fine.”
“You ready for our session? We’re making so much progress.” They headed out of the door and I watched Brook smiling and laughing while her dark hair flowed behind her.
The moment the door closed, I fell into my chair and sighed. What the fuck was I doing? I lost my brother and lost my goddamn mind.
Everyone in the world would look at us like we were pariahs if we decided to have a life together. If I was being honest though, that’s all I
could think about lately. Every night I held Brooklyn in my arms, I thought about having her in my arms forever.
I thought about waking up to her in the kitchen making breakfast and playing loud eighties music. I thought about fucking her every night until we fell asleep from exhaustion.
I thought about it all.
Lately, seeing her round and full with my baby was at the forefront of things. As insane as it was, it brought me immeasurable peace. Was my mind that fucking warped or was I simply in love?
I pushed the nagging thoughts to the back of my head and answered some emails while Brook had her session with Ronnie. When she was done, I took her to grab dinner outside of town.
“If we’re going out to dinner, can you do me a favor?” Brook looked at me with excited eyes.
“What is it?” I’d do anything for her. She had me wrapped around her little finger.
“Can you buy me a dress? I want to look pwetty.” When she batted her long lashes, I was helpless. My chest squeezed and I took the next exit to the mall.
I sat waiting for her to try on several dresses until she found the right one. When Brook was done, she came out of the store wearing a pink dress that skimmed her toned thighs. She wasn’t quite comfortable enough to bare her arms so she wore a jean jacket over the dress but it was so Brooklyn. It fit her perfectly in every way.
I couldn’t wait to take her out away from prying eyes. I mainly wanted to look at her pretty face blush from across the table.
Little did I know, she was going to sit right beside me instead. Her pinky found mine and I brought her hand to my lips to kiss it. “Nobody here knows us,” I whispered in her ear.
“I know. I like it like that. Nobody from school or that knows you from your job. It’s amazing. We’re like…a couple.” So much love shone in her eyes that I nearly got lost in it all.
“We are,” I said with all the certainty in the world. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then swept her hair away from her neck. Lavender and honey pulled me in hard and fast. The light scent had my cock thickening instantly.
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.
The waiter brought our food out and I stared at my tamales trying to think of an exit strategy. One where I got to keep Brook but I could also find a way to take care of us. It was enough to make my head hurt.
“What’s wrong?” She’d polished off three tacos and was laying her head on my shoulder. Being able to smell her lavender and honey with each inhale was enough to keep me calm. “You went all quiet on me, Cease.”
“We should probably talk when we get home,” I told her. She slid her slender fingers between mine on top of the table and I looked at the contrast. My sturdy long fingers against her dainty ones. I guess Ashley had also painted Brook’s nails because they were pink. They looked nice.
“Is evewything okay?” I noticed as long as Brook was happy and relaxed, she could pronounce R’s just fine. The minute she tensed up, they all became W’s. “Everything is fine. Stop worrying.” I kissed the top of her head and she sighed, her shoulders relaxing against me.
“Aww, look at this…” I looked up to see Denise, the office secretary, standing at our table. Just as quickly as Brook’s shoulders relaxed, they turned to stone wh
en she saw Denise. I missed the smooth warmth from her hand when she moved and hid it under the table.
“Hey, Denise. What are you doing all the way out here in San Bernadino?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. I could tell she was checking me out and I didn’t care but I knew Brooklyn did.
“I came to check on my parents. I’m never usually out this far but it’s Friday so, why not? This is cute. A little uncle-niece hang out time, huh? You probably want a boyfriend just like your Uncle Caesar don’t you?” I cringed inside and stole a glance at Brook. She looked livid. Instead of flying off the handle, she excused herself and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Denise.
“Did I say something?” She asked with a chuckle. “Maybe she can tell I have a little crush on you and wants you all to herself. I don’t blame her.” Her hungry eyes roamed all over my chest but the only thing I could focus on was Brooklyn. I didn’t want her to let the water back in. “She probably has a little harmless crush on you. Might want to nip that in the bud now. Kids like her can get clingy.”
“There’s nothing to nip in the bud, Denise and you need to watch your mouth.”
“Caesar, I’m sorry if…”
“Dr. Powers,” I snapped, standing up.
“Right…Dr. Powers, I’m sorry if…” I held my hand up signaling her to shut the fuck up and she got the point immediately. I dropped more than enough money on the table to cover our meal and tip then I went to the bathroom and stood by the door.
Luckily, Denise didn’t follow. I wasn’t going to be responsible for what came out of my mouth if she tried to explain herself any damn more.
After standing there for ten minutes, Brooklyn emerged with wet eyes. Seemingly nothing else was out of place. Her energy was off-kilter though. I knew my girl and she wasn’t right.
“You ready to go?” I asked her, holding out my hand. She nodded but didn’t grab on. Instead, she walked right past me and headed out of the doors. I caught up to her in the parking lot then finally slowed my stride.
“You should be with someone like her, Cease. Not me. I’m a fuck up.” Brook got in the car, clicked her seatbelt on and brought the heel of her hand up to her mouth so she could suck on her sleeve.
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