by Amber Skyze
“Squeeze me harder with that cunt, Brooke. It feels so good wrapped around my cock. I can feel you tightening your grip on me.”
Warmth filled her heart knowing she was bringing him just as much pleasure as he did her.
“That’s it. Don’t stop, Brooke. I’m so close.”
She clenched the walls of her pussy harder, encasing his penis. She felt him pulsing against her. He was having his own release. She continued squeezing her muscles tighter and tighter while he pumped his semen into the waiting condom.
“Fuck!” he growled. “Fucking fantastic.” He thrust one last time before collapsing against her.
“I could get used to this,” he said and placed a kiss on her cheek.
Chapter Five
He felt her tense under his touch. Now what?
“Brooke?”
“Hmmm.”
Her eyes were closed and her face still rested against the wall. Her cheeks were flushed a bright crimson. Her hair was a tangled mess. She was attempting to catch her breath.
“Did I say something wrong?” Her jaw clenching didn’t go unnoticed.
She quickly relaxed it and smiled. “Not at all. I’m fine.”
He could tell she was lying, but why? He hadn’t asked her to marry him. He merely stated he could get used to their time together. And why not? The sex was incredible. Their bodies molded together perfectly. They were in sync with each other’s needs.
“Wanna do it again?” she asked, a wicked grin forming on her lips.
He laughed. “Your appetite is insatiable.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” She reached behind her and rubbed her soft hand over the side of his thigh.
“I feel the same way.” He brushed a kiss over her hair. He relaxed. Maybe he was reading into it more than there was.
“I vote for moving this to the bedroom.”
“I say we wait until after you’ve stripped for me.”
Her muscles grew stiff under him. He removed himself from her and stepped away. “I have to discard of this,” he said, leaving her standing there.
He was torn as he entered the bathroom. Should he talk to her about why she was tensing up so much or should he just let it go? This whole thing was strictly sex anyway, right? There wasn’t any hope for a relationship. She was a bit older than him. What would she want from a kid? Liam didn’t consider himself a kid though. In his eyes there wasn’t a huge age gap. He knew he could make her happy inside and out of the bedroom.
After depositing the condom in the trash he walked back into the sitting room. Brooke had moved away from the wall. Her pants were back in place. Aside from the freshly fucked look on her face and her hair, you wouldn’t know they just had sex. She was pacing around the floor.
Fuck. They had no choice, they had to talk.
He walked over to the chair and took a seat. After raking his fingers through his hair a few times he let out a frustrated breath.
“Brooke, come sit with me.” He patted his bare leg.
She turned with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look in her eyes. Why was she being so skittish?
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he added.
“I know.” She slowly walked to the chair. She didn’t sit on his lap, she sat on the arm of the chair.
Liam reached out and took her hand. She didn’t pull away like he expected.
“Do you want to call it a night?” Silently he prayed she didn’t. There was so much more he wanted to do with her.
She shook her head no.
“Then what’s wrong? And please don’t tell me nothing. I’m not blind. I can see something is eating away at you.”
Brooke pulled her hand away and walked the length of the room. He watched as she struggled with the words. This was more serious than he thought. Were they ending this before it got started? Was she going to tell him they couldn’t continue seeing one another?
His gut wrenched. His heart pounded in his chest. Fear filled every ounce of his body. He didn’t want to stop being with her. He enjoyed her company too much to say goodbye.
“Brooke, please say something. Anything. This silence is killing me.”
“I’m sorry, Liam. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. Every time you get close I have the urge to flee.”
Okay, she was still there, so that was a good sign.
“Go on,” he urged.
“I like you. I really like you.”
“But?” Here’s where she told them their age difference was too much for her to handle. She needed someone older. Someone more her age.
She shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
Liam sprang out of the chair and strode to where she stood. He gathered her in his arms and held on to her tight.
“I don’t want this to end. At least not yet. I think you’re special, Brooke. I think we could have something worthwhile if you give us half a chance.”
“I want to give us a shot. I just don’t know how.”
“One step at a time. If you start feeling overwhelmed let me know and I’ll do my best to talk you off the ledge.” He rocked her back and forth. “If you talk to me I can help. If you keep it bottled up inside I can’t.”
Liam swore he felt a warm tear burn his chest. He wanted to look but didn’t want to scare her.
He kissed the top of her head. “I’m here for you, Brooke. I’m not going anywhere.”
She relaxed in his arms and hugged him tighter.
“I appreciate your patience.”
“Anything for you.” She hadn’t tensed up when he told her he’d do anything for her. That was a positive sign. Maybe, just maybe, they could move past her insecurities, whatever they were.
“Do you want to call it a night?” Liam squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath waiting for her answer. He didn’t want tonight to end, but he had to offer her an out. She was dealing with too many emotions.
She stepped out of his embrace and wiped her face. “No, I’m not ready to go home just yet.”
Liam breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she didn’t want to go home. He would’ve understood, but he wanted more of her. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“You know what. Have a seat. I’m going to give you that performance after all.”
Liam threw her a look of shock. She never ceased to amaze him. One minute she was ready to run for the hills, the next she was wanting to strip for him.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said, reaching out to touch her arm.
“I know. I want to.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured.” The last thing he needed was for her to feel obligated.
“Believe me, I don’t do anything unless I want to.”
Liam nodded. He believed her. He pulled her into a quick embrace and kissed her.
“I’ll go take my seat.” He released her and returned to the chair.
“Let the show begin.”
She shyly went to the pole and ran her finger along the length. He watched as she tapped another finger against her lip. She wasn’t sure. Again she was having second thoughts.
He whistled, letting her know he found her sexy.
She grinned and tousled her locks.
His cock grew when she flashed him her gorgeous smile. He wanted to scoop her up and whisk her off to the bedroom and devour every inch of her skin. Instead he gripped the arms of the chair and waited for her to work up the nerve to strip for him.
It didn’t take as long as he thought it would. She eyed his cock as it began growing larger and licked her lips. From there she wrapped her hands around the pole and swung her body around.
Her hair hung loosely. He wanted to wrap his fingers through it and tug on it. He wanted to hear her crying his name as he fucked her senseless.
God, he was a goner. She had him craving her every which way. He’d just finished fucking yet he wanted her again. He’d never grow tired of her.
She stood and ground her pussy against the pole.
Bending her knees, she slid up and down. He wished it was his cock she was going up and down on.
Liam couldn’t take his eyes off her as she worked the steel rod between her legs. She spun her body around and around, then up and down.
Finally she released the pole and faced him. His stomach clenched just hoping she’d climb up on top of his penis and ride him.
She didn’t. She bent and unzipped one of her boots. She slipped it off her foot and tossed it to the side. She did the same with the other one. She stood barefoot and Liam noticed how tiny she was. She was a cute little thing. The heels definitely added height to her frame.
Brooke danced around in a circle. Her hands roamed down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing a see-through bra. Liam’s cock throbbed. It begged and pleaded with him to feel her wet cunt coating, sliding the length of it.
He groaned.
Brooke turned and covered her breasts.
“Something wrong?”
“No, everything is right. I can’t hold out much longer. He’s dying to be inside you.” He pointed to his stiff penis.
She smiled. Uncovering her breasts, she reached behind her back to release her mounds from the restrictive bra. Liam thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He wanted to slide his cock between her creamy breasts and fuck them until his seed burst all over her.
As if reading his mind she took her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together. Releasing them, she licked her fingers and rubbed them over her nipples. She massaged them until they were hard buds. Liam fought the urge to jump out of the chair and throw her to the ground and fuck her. This was her show. He had to let her do it her way or she could possibly run out the door.
He flashed her an approving smile.
She sauntered over to the chair, her breasts still in her hands. She bent over and offered him a nipple. Unable to refuse, he leaned forward and took the bud between his lips. His tongue rolled over it.
She moaned.
He reached out to rub her between the legs, but she stepped back.
“Not yet,” she instructed.
“Tease,” he mumbled.
She laughed.
Facing him, she unbuttoned her pants and shimmied out of them, bringing along her panties. She was naked. She moved her body slowly to a beat that didn’t exist. Her eyes were closed and her hands scanned her body.
She ran her finger over her clit. Liam thought he would lose it in that very minute. His cock wasn’t going to cooperate with him much longer. If she continued seducing him with this strip show, his penis was going to erupt all on its own.
Bending at the knees, her legs spread, giving him a better view of her finger dipping in and out of her wet folds. The other fingers pinched and pulled at her taut nipple.
He had to fuck her. He couldn’t wait. He needed a condom and he need to ram into her soaked cunt.
“Come here,” he choked.
Brooke opened her eyes but continued playing with herself.
“Please.” He knew he sounded weak, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was having her. Now!
Smiling, she stood. Her finger remained inside her.
“You want this?” She was trying to act innocent, but Liam knew better.
He nodded.
“Bring a condom with you.”
She turned toward the table that housed all the condoms. He watched as she removed her finger. As she neared the table she bent over, giving him full view of her puckered hole.
“You’re killing me.”
She grabbed the condom and seductively walked to the chair. She placed the foil package between her teeth and ripped it open. Tossing the wrapper to the ground, she fell to her knees and rolled the condom over him.
It took all his restraint not to pull her on top and grind into her.
When she was finished sheathing him, she stood. Turning her back on him, she bent ever so slightly, rubbing her ass against his legs. She was giving him a lap dance, torturing him just a little longer. Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to do the torturing? Shouldn’t he be making her suffer by dragging out her release?
Liam groaned. This beautiful creature was a vixen.
Taking her hips in his hands and pulling her down on his cock would be simple. She could fight, but it would be over before she knew what was happening. So what was stopping him? He didn’t want to frighten her away. He wanted to make sure she stayed and they could enjoy the rest of this evening.
Brooke reached her hand between her legs, searching for him. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and moved her ass down. When the tip of his cock nudged the opening to her pussy she released him. With both hands on the arms of the chair, she eased down.
Liam let out a low whistle.
He kept his hands planted on the chair close to hers.
She moved up and down slowly. Her juices slicking him along the way. She was so fucking wet. Slippery wet.
“You can touch me,” she said.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He placed his hands on her hips and thrust his hips up, sending his cock deeper into her. He filled her completely.
She didn’t complain. She moved in time with his motions. One of his hands left her hip and moved up to her breast. He took the handful and gently squeezed. He pinched the nipple like she had earlier.
“Yes,” she cried, bucking against him. “Harder, Liam. Harder.”
He gripped her hips and pounded his cock into her over and over.
“That’s it, Liam. Make me come.”
He’d do his best. There was one thing he knew for certain, he was about to burst inside her. There was no holding back any longer.
Picking up his speed, he drove into her, pumping his semen. She cried out in ecstasy as he howled. Release never tasted so sweet.
Chapter Six
Lying enveloped in Liam’s arms, Brooke knew she’d made the right decision being with him. He knew her body. He understood her needs. He didn’t push her. He allowed her to be her own person.
He also rocked her world.
“You awake?” he whispered in her ear.
“Mmmm. Just enjoying the beating of your heart.” The steady pounding was lulling her somewhere safe. A place she thought she’d never be again after Carl.
“Would you be more comfortable if we lay down in the bedroom?”
She smiled. He was so caring, worrying about her comfort.
“Yes, I think moving this to the bedroom would be a perfect idea.”
She disconnected herself from his embrace and stood. Her muscles were tender from all the different moves she’d performed.
She waited as he went to the bathroom and deposited the condom in the garbage. Together they entered the bedroom.
“Holy shit. Get a load of that.” He pointed to the swing.
“I know, can you believe it?”
“Are we going to try it out?”
The hopeful look on his face didn’t go undetected.
“I’d like to. If we can figure the contraption out.”
“Oh I’ll figure it out. Don’t you worry.”
“I bet you will.”
She lazily climbed on the bed and stared up at the swing. A chill coursed through her body thinking about being fucked while on it. There had to be a way, otherwise it wouldn’t be there.
“Maybe there’s instructions in the drawer,” she said, leaning over to the nightstand. She pulled open the drawer. It was full of condoms, gels and chocolate…just like she’d asked for. No instructions on how to use the swing.
“No such luck,” she stated, removing the bottle of chocolate. Mint flavored. Not bad to start with.
“What’s that?” Liam asked, towering over her. His impressive cock twitching.
She leaned closer and swiped her tongue over his head.
“This is chocolate for me to lick off you!”
His finger lifted her chin so she could look at him.
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She fell back against the pillows and patted the side of the bed. “Right here of course.”
Liam wasted no time, he jumped on the bed, his head hitting the swing.
“Ouch!”
Brooke couldn’t help herself she giggled.
“I feared we’d get hurt by that, but never imagined it happening from getting on the bed.”
“Very funny, sexy lady.” He pulled her into his arms. “Now exactly what are you going to do with that chocolate?”
“You need to release me to find out.”
He planted a savory kiss on her lips before freeing her.
“Be a good boy and lie still. I’m going to cover you with chocolate.”
“Who can resist an offer like that?” He lay flat.
She opened the cap and tossed it on the floor. No need for that any longer. The bottles were small enough for one use. She held the bottle over his chest and dripped it over one nipple. Once it was coated to her liking, she did the other. Not wanting to miss out on any part of his sexy body, she trailed the decadent liquid down the center of his chest, over his ripped abs, stopping at his hairline.
“Not gonna give the big guy enjoyment?” He pouted.
“He’ll have his fun. Don’t you worry.” She intended to use a different flavor when it came to covering his penis.
“I’ll just lie here and keep my mouth shut then.”
Brooke threw the empty bottle in the vicinity of the cap. She’d clean up her mess later. Much later.
Her mouth sought his chocolate-covered nipple. She slid her tongue across the mound of chocolate, scooping it into her mouth. Sitting back on her heels, she smacked her lips.
“Delicious.”
“Do I get a taste?”
“Maybe, but not yet.”
Her hand rested on his chest, careful not to land in any of the creamy liquid.
Ready for another helping of the minty stuff, she lowered her mouth, covering his entire nipple. She sucked slowly, pulling both the nipple and chocolate into her waiting mouth. She nibbled gently on him. He squirmed underneath her.
“That feels weird.”
She let go of his nipple and leaned back.