by Alexa Blue
Brooke leans in closer, resting her chin on her knuckles. “Is that so?”
I shift in closer. My lips are an inch away from hers, and it takes all the strength I can gather not to pull her into me. My lips quiver, thinking about what I’d do to these lips once I make her mine.
She smiles. “Shall we get some dessert?”
“Fuck, cupcake, I thought you’d never ask! Yeah, we can go back to my apartment?”
I follow her eyes and realize she’s referring to dessert from the dessert bar. I’ve embarrassed myself enough in the last hour to make up for a lifetime.
“Oh… that dessert,” I say with a guilty undertone.
Brooke stands, extending her hand to take mine in hers. “You’re not going to allow a lady to walk by herself?”
Every word that comes out of her mouth is directed straight at my throbbing shaft. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol kicking in, but I find myself falling more and more for this girl. It’s not the feeling I usually have with my one-night stands. Brooke is so much fucking more.
Damn it, control yourself, Storm!
She pulls me up to my feet, pausing once her eyes gloss over the bulge pressing against my pants.
My hand moistens as we hold hands. I follow her eyes and look down at my crotch. “As you can see, I'm craving dessert, but what I want is not on the menu.”
A smile slowly builds on her lips, and she gives me a devilish grin filled with intent. “Okay, Mr. Muscles, have it your way. Let’s go to your place?”
My heart races at a million miles an hour. Warmth spreads throughout my body, starting from my cock and moving up to my heart. “You have yourself a deal, cupcake. I’ll grab the check.”
Brooke beams. “You do that, and I'll take care of dessert,” she pauses, “why cupcake?”
I bite on my bottom lip. “Because I could eat cupcakes all fucking night long.”
I follow Brooke’s suggestion, and walk behind her, pressing my hardened cock against her ass as we walk out the restaurant.
She says it’s because she doesn’t want anyone to see my hard-on, but I suspect she’s looking for a preview of what’s coming…
We leave the restaurant, walking leg in leg towards my car, my swollen cock still pressing against her ass. I’m thrilled to discover she doesn’t drive, that she’d catch a ride with me. I’d hate to leave her side, even if it’s just for the short ride home.
Unable to control myself any longer, I rub my hands against Brooke’s thick thighs as we drive home. She slaps my hand away. “Control yourself, big guy!”
She glares at my car’s stereo. “I’m sorry, but what are we listening to?” Brooke chuckles, referring to the country music playing in my car.
“This is the legend of Country, Tim McGr—HEY! What are you doing?”
Brooke reaches for the auxiliary cable and connects it to her phone. She scans through her phone and soon Tupac blasts through my car speakers.
I look back at her, confusion plastered on my face. “What the fuck? Are you trying to get us shot?”
She leans in on me and plants a kiss on my cheek that leaves me speechless.
Eager to get home faster, I press harder against the accelerator. Every fiber of my being quivers with excitement now that I’ve had her lips against my skin.
Brooke has curves in all the right places, beautiful long blonde hair dropping to her perfect butt and a smile that leaves me melting. But, what’s most attractive about Brooke is how carefree she is. Her confidence is, by far, her sexiest trait. Even as we drive to my place, my cock bulges at the cocky remarks.
We drive into my apartment building. I park the car and tell Brooke to remain seated. I walk around the vehicle, and open the door, taking her hand in mine. She steps out car, and my fingers lock inside hers. In the corner of my eye, I watch her glance down at our intertwined fingers and notice a grin creep up the top edges of her mouth. The chemistry between us is fucking unreal!
We stand outside the elevator. I lean over, whispering in her ear, “did I mention you look even more beautiful in person?”
She takes a moment, taking in the compliment before she closes in on me. Her voice reduces to a whisper. “You forgot that part. And, did I tell you I'm dying to see what that bulge looks like without the pants?”
“Careful, cupcake! If you continue talking like that, I might just bend you over right here and fuck you.”
Brooke bites on her lower lip and shoots me a devilish grin. “You don’t have the balls.”
The elevator sounds, and the sliding door opens. A couple walks out, and we make our way inside. The moment the door shuts again, I press on the button that takes us up to the fourth floor and turn to Brooke. Pressing her against the elevator, I take deep breaths in and out to calm myself. From the moment our eyes connected, I’ve been holding out on my aching desire to ravish her, but I cannot hold back any longer. I need to feel her thick body against mine!
My eyes fix on her full lips. I take a few moments to inhale her scent before closing in on her, capturing her lips with a kiss. It starts with a gentle peck on the lips, but I quickly work my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues dance together in a swirl of passion, and my dick stiffens at the sounds of her moans. My cock pains with all the erections I’ve endured tonight.
We get so carried away in our moment of ecstasy that we fail to hear the elevator opening on the fourth floor.
“Ahem,” the sound of my neighbor’s voice catches my attention. “You two couldn’t wait until you get to your apartment?”
I pull away from Brooke, but my hands remain on her waist. “Sorry, Ms. Paddy.”
Ms. Paddy gives us a judgmental glare as we step out the elevator.
“She seems sweet,” Brooke says under her breath once we’re out of ear’s reach.
“She is, Ms. Paddy’s like my mom away from home.”
Brooke scans my apartment as she enters. I can tell she’s trying to figure out how a stripper can afford this apartment.
Brooke doesn’t know that stripping is not my only job. I’m a stripper by night, an aspiring author by day. The goal is to one day pursue writing full time. But, none of my dates had ever asked me anything about myself once the sex is done. The question is on the tip of her tongue, but she refrains from getting too personal.
I close in on Brooke again, and she gives me a coy smile, taking a cautious step back. With every step she takes back, I walk into her until I press her against the kitchen counter.
My hands rub up and down her curves as I press into her, thrusting my tongue back inside her. I taste every part of her full lips, and her moaning grows louder inside my mouth.
“Wait!” Brooke pushes me away.
“Err… You don’t want this?”
She runs the tips of her fingers against my chest, filling me with goosebumps. “Oh, I want this! You best believe that, big boy. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page, that this is a once-off thing?”
I swallow hard. “Uh, yeah. Of course.”
Brooke grabs me by my shirt and leads me to the bedroom as if she’s a regular in my apartment. Obediently, I follow my queen to the bedroom.
We walk in, and I flip her around. I’d given her enough freedom. Now, it’s time for me to claim Brooke as my own, even if it’s just for one night.
Brooke finds a seat on the edge of the bed, and I lower her skirt and panties. The scent of her arousal fills the room and leaves my craving stronger than ever. She opens her legs for me. I see her pink pussy already glistening with excitement.
I lean down on her, and she lets out a passionate moan as I swirl the tips of my tongue against her clit.
“Oh, fuck. Storm!” She cries out into the emptiness of my apartment.
I slide my hands along her inner thigh and run my finger through her slit. Her body quivers with desire, and her head falls back as I press deeper into her.
She lifts her head, panting desperately when she grabs me by the back of my head. “Sto
rm, fuck me!”
I lift my shirt faster than The Flash and drop down my pants together with my underwear. I smirk at the sight of Brooke’s large eyes once she catches sight of my cock.
My body trembles as I climb over her and rest my body on hers. Her skin is smooth, and I cannot wait to feel her muscles tense up when I plow inside her.
I soak my cock with her juices as I slide up and down her folds. My shaft is at her center. I press into her, and the feeling is nothing short of fucking magical! Brooke moves her hips, and I meet her with little thrusts, pausing only for her to get used to the sensation of me inside her sweet cave.
“Oh, God! Storm that is so fucking good. Please, don’t stop!”
Her moans drive me insane. Her body vibrates under my touch. I reach down and rub on her clit, increasing the pressure with my every thrust. “Jesus…”
Brooke’s legs kick out as she reaches her peak. Her sweet pussy spasms around my cock as she pulsates with an uncontrollable desire. Watching her squirm becomes too much for me, and I pull out of her, yanking hard on my shaft until the first stream of cum flows out of me.
“Ah fuck, Brooke, I love you!”
Chapter Five
Brooke
“You love me?”
Storm, still huffing and puffing from our steamy session takes a few moments to contemplate his response. “Yeah, I loved that sex! Didn’t you?”
I let out a sigh of relief. “For a moment, I thought you were talking about something else.”
Storm’s eyes shy away.
We lay back in bed, and he wraps his arms around me. I know it’s time to go, but I cannot help want to indulge in this moment for a little longer.
I had the best sex of my life, but there’s no way I’m telling him that. The last thing a guy needs are unnecessary boosts to his ego. Besides, I fear if I say it out loud, I might want to come back for more—that’s not a risk I’m willing to take.
“Tell me more about yourself, Brooke. I know you love animals, to the point that you’d commit murder, but I don’t know much else about you?”
I look up into Storm’s hazel eyes, and for a moment, a very brief moment, I consider telling him I've never been more comfortable in a man’s arms. I have no idea what’s going on with me, or why I’m having this sudden moment of weakness. More so, where these butterflies fluttering inside my stomach come from?
“Hey, Mr. Muscles, what happened to this being no-strings-attached sex?”
Storm tickles on my rib cage, throwing his body over mine. “You are one feisty lady, aren’t you?”
I lift my left eyebrow seductively and glance down on his lips. Fuck, I feel like I’m so close to breaking my second rule when meeting up with guys—no emotions. Ever.
But with Storm flirting feels right; hell, his body on mine right now feels fucking right.
Storm climbs off me, pulling me into him again. “Okay, stubborn cupcake, I’ll go first. I’ll tell you something most people don’t know about me.”
He perks my interest, and I look up at him.
He tells me about his dreams of one day being a full-time novelist, of how he writes fantasy books about monsters falling in love, and together they kick bad villain ass and take over the world. One day he will have his own writing room filled with everything he loves most. From the way he describes this room, it sounds like a magical man-cave.
The passion in his voice when he speaks about his writing sends shivers down my spine. Fuck, it’s as if he found my soft spot. It’s as if he knows I love a man with a purpose, a man who knows where he’s going in life.
“Who would have thought Mr. Muscles has an inner geek that writes novels when nobody’s watching?” I tease. The redness that spreads in his face is beyond adorable.
“If you continue that, I swear to God, you will leave me with no option than to fuck you again!”
I plump my lips. “You say that like it’s a bad thing? Okay, fine. I’ll tell you something about myself…something no one else knows.” Even as the words escape my lips, I regret it.
Storm sits up, but his hold around my waist remains firm.
“I have a happy place nobody knows about, a place I go to whenever I’m feeling down.”
“Tell me more?”
“There’s a secluded hill in Hillside—”
“I know that hill! But, I thought no one is allowed up there anymore?”
“Storm, by now, I thought you would have realized I don’t like following rules?” I chuckle. “Anyway, whenever I feel down, I crawl under the fence and climb up to the top of the hill and sit there. I look down at all the city lights, and somehow, I feel at peace.”
I look up at Storm and search for the judgment, but instead, I see a look of wonder sparkling in his eyes. It’s as if he’s listening intently to every word coming out my mouth.
“That hill and wine, of course! Wine always helps me feel better!”
I sit up again. “Anyway, this has been lovely, but I think it’s time for me to get going!”
Storm’s face sharpens. His lips are pressed into a thin line. It’s as if I had just said the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.
“I’d rather die than let you go home! Besides, we had wine, and I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you.”
“Storm, you know the rule! No strings attache—”
“Fuck the rule. The only thing I care about is making sure you’re safe, and I know you’re safest with me. Tomorrow morning you can apply this rule of yours again.”
I stare intently into his eyes. The idea of anything bad happening to me has gotten him worked up. After I can see he won’t budge, I agree to sleep over.
Technically, I wouldn’t be breaking my first rule of not seeing the same guy twice since I would not have left. At least, that’s what I tell myself. Right now, I’m searching for anything to believe I’m not making the hugest mistake of my life.
Storm’s face beams when I finally agree to sleep over. He throws his leg over my body. “Well, since you’ll be staying, we might as well make the most of our time together?”
A devilish glint shines in his eyes.
Chapter Six
Storm
The morning light wakes me. I jump out of bed, and there is no sign of Brooke. I run around my apartment, naked, searching for signs of her. By the time I wake up, my queen is gone.
I stand in my living room, engulfed with emptiness.
I stare out of my window, with large eyes. My hands shoot down, covering my crotch as soon as I realize Ms. Paddy has a full view into my apartment. With my one hand still covering my dick, I wave awkwardly. She shakes her head with a disappointed look on her face and motions for me to draw my curtains. Lady, this one's on the house—I usually get paid to show my junk.
From our brief chats, I know she’s very religious. If the last two days are anything to go by, Ms. Paddy must think I’m in pressing need of prayer.
The only thing I’d like for her to pray for is the hollowness I feel without Brooke.
I draw the curtains and walk around my apartment, taking in the eerie silence without Brooke’s loud voice, without her chirpy laugh. We agreed to last night being a ‘once-off hookup,’ but I can't help long for more. I can’t help but want to pull her into me one last time, where I can keep her safe and make her mine. Last night I had the most peaceful sleep in years, and I know it’s because Brooke was by my side. I wonder if my snoring woke her, perhaps that’s why she left my apartment undetected.
I slip on my briefs and reach for my phone. I check to see if Brooke left any messages, but the only messages I have is for another stripping gig I must attend later.
A shiny object laying on the ground sparks my curiosity. When I lean in closer, I discover Brooke forgot her panties. I bring her panties to my nose, taking in a whiff of her scent one last time.
I wonder if she left them behind on purpose. Perhaps the sex was so bad, and she was in such a rush to go that she didn't care wh
at she left behind?
I contemplate whether I should message her; find out if she’s okay, if she got home safe, if she’d like just one more moment wrapped around my arms? But, the girl is stubborn, and she strikes me as someone that keeps to her word. She said it was a once-off, no-strings-attached, hook-up, and that's final.
I can’t help but wonder if she felt the sparks of chemistry between us or if that was all in my head? Perhaps my brain is clouded with lust, perhaps I’m thinking with my dick…or maybe, for the first time ever, I have fallen in love?
Sitting with a cup of coffee, I reach for my phone again and search for Tupac, playing the first song, that pops up in my Apple Music playlist, Hit em Up.
I tap my fingers against the screen of my phone, but my mind is elsewhere. That’s when the idea pops up in my mind, and I search for ‘Brooke’ on Facebook. You wouldn’t believe how many ‘Brookes’ are out there, and without her surname, it's a pointless exercise. And yet, I spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through all the ‘Brookes.’
Facebook has all these filters that don’t help much. This would be so much easier if Facebook had a filter for ‘Most Beautiful,’ because then my Brooke would be at the top of the list.
I convince myself the only reason I'm searching for her is that I have to return her underwear. That's a load of shit. If I really wanted to return her panties, I could just text her.
God, Storm, since when did you become a stalker? Just let it go already.