16. Tate

CHAPTER 16

TATE

Four minutes later, I my fingers gripped the edge of Brooks’ coffee table, cock jerking madly against my stomach. Precum dribbled down the length of my shaft, and I dropped my head back to curse at his ceiling.

“Are you crying yet?” Brooks asked softly. His voice was low and sinful, in complete agreement with the unaffected posture of his body and the leisurely way he stroked his dick. I, on the other hand, wanted to crawl out of my skin and bury myself in the center of his chest and never leave.

“Not yet,” I choked, letting my chin fall down and doing my best to avoid looking at his thick and hard cock, the teasing way it protruded out from between his legs. I loved that he’d stayed dressed for me, but the memory of his slacks and the way they abraded the backs of my thighs our first night together wasn’t doing me any favors.

“Well.” He dragged his thumb through his wet slit and raised it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a loud pop. “Then go again. ”

“That’s mean,” I muttered, licking my palm and wrapping it around my cock.

“That’s the point.” Brooks leaned back again, his legs spread wide so he took up as much space on the couch as his short frame would allow.

I gave a tentative pull up the length of my cock, sweat beading and dripping down my spine.

“This is going to be over before it’s started,” I warned, testing a quicker pace with my wrist before slowing back down.

“It’s over when I decide,” Brooks said, worrying his tongue against the corner of his lower lip, his stare locked on the dark and swollen head of my cock. “Now do as you’re told, Tate.”

“I am.”

“Do it like you mean it.”

I managed half a dozen more strokes before I was on the edge again. I squeezed hard around the base of my dick, letting out a strangled groan.

“I can’t,” I pleaded, slamming my eyes closed.

I knew the easy way to the finish line was to cry from the want of it all, but the tears remained locked away.

“You’re not even trying.”

Brook slid off the couch and sank to his knees between my spread legs. He wrapped his fist around mine and started to stroke both of our hands up and down my length. I was achingly close to coming all over us, but every time I opened my mouth to warn him, Brooks found a way to back the orgasm off. He either loosened our grip or banded our fists tighter. One time, he twisted roughly around the tip of my cock and I rose off the table with a whimper for how shocking the pain was. He managed to bring me right to the edge and back again another half dozen times before I was able to give him what he wanted.

Trembling and covered in sweat, with Brooks’ steady and cruel hand working its way around my cock, a cry tore out of me, echoing through the hollow expanse of his penthouse. A single tear leaked from the corner of my eye and I sucked in a gasping breath as the dam finally broke.

I mumbled incoherently as Brooks unwrapped both of our hands from my erection, but if the words had made sense to either of us, they would have said, “I want you. I need you now . Please, oh God, please .”

And I had no idea where the lube came from, but Brooks hauled me to the edge of the table and pushed two slippery fingers into my hole. It was tense and throbbing, all of my muscles prepared for the relaxation that came after an orgasm, even though it had been so long that Brooks had denied me. He pressed his fingers against my prostate and more wetness leaked out of my slit, sliding down my crown and sticking to my stomach and thighs. I was embarrassingly wet from the precum and the sweat, and when he pulled his fingers out of me—the tears.

“Sssh,” he soothed me, crawling onto the table and notching himself in place between my legs. He was still dressed with his cock in hand, and I couldn’t even imagine what the sight of us there must have looked like. Me, buck naked and quivering on his coffee table, and him, fully dressed in a suit that cost more than my rent, ready to shove his bare cock into my ass.

“Brooks,” I managed to choke out his name as he brushed my damp hair back out of my face.

“Tate,” he whispered my name back to me. “Darling. ”

He purred at me, easing inch after inch of his cock into my hole, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him before he even had a chance to seat himself fully inside of me. Brooks kissed my cheekbone, humming happily at the saltiness he found there. His table was awkwardly shaped though, and it only took a couple of his rough thrusts before I was halfway off of it, head hanging over the edge and upside down entirely. Out the window, I could make out the glittering lights of the city, but Brooks snapped his hips against mine so hard my teeth chattered, and I closed my eyes with a contented little groan.

“Harder,” I begged, taking my cock back into my hand. I didn’t even need to touch myself. I was going to come without any assistance, but the weight of my dick was somehow comforting in my hand, so I held on tight anyway.

“Harder,” he repeated, pulling out with a low growl. He stood, looking taller than I’d ever seen him before, erection jutting out proudly from between his legs, and he walked around to the other end of the table to come near my head. Brooks bent down and grabbed my hair, yanking most of my body off the table entirely. My left leg bent at the knee and my calf rested on the slick wood, but my back was firm on the floor, my other leg splayed wide.

Brooks towered over me, stroking his cock and looking down at me. His eyes were dark and wide, nostrils flaring with every labored breath. He popped open the top button of his shirt and was back between my legs, pushing the swollen tip of his cock into my body again.

“Harder,” he grunted again, falling forward and collaring his hand around my throat. “Earn it, Tate.”

Brooks tightened his hold, and out of reflex I tried to tear his fingers away from my throat, but he held steady, completely undeterred at my intent to fight him off. With his free hand, he hitched my other leg around his hip and slammed our bodies together, cock threatening to split me open for how deep he reached with every pump of his hips.

His upper lip curled into what almost looked like a scowl and he did, in fact, fuck me harder. He slowed his pace almost to a crawl, fucking me so hard my back slid across the slick wood floor with every thrust. Sweat dripped off his forehead, splattering into my eyes and my mouth, and every second that passed, his hand tightened around my throat.

Everything was perfect. It felt so good, so right, and even when the edges of my vision started to darken and sparkle, I was hard. Gasping for breath, the top of my head crashed into the window, and Brooks finally let go of my throat. The breath that came after was sharp as a bucket of cold water, and I gasped and cried out like I’d been drowning. He hooked my other leg around his waist and fucked into me once, twice more before falling forward and whispering my name into my ear like a prayer.

His cock throbbed and pulsed as he emptied inside of me, and I sobbed like a baby in his arms. Not because I was scared or in pain, but because even though I hadn’t yet finished myself, I was so unbelievably happy, I didn’t have words for it. All I had were my tears and my slippery fingers against his back and a thousand whispered words that probably didn’t make any sense.

Brooks hummed, kissing my cheek and my eyelashes before tracing his fingers over my face and reaching down between our bodies. His fingers, covered in my own tears, were hot against my erection, and he stroked me off with the same level of focus he paid every other part of sex. He waited until I blinked up at him, tipping my chin back and parting my lips to let him know I wanted a kiss.

I needed it.

He crashed our mouths together, and that was all I needed to reach the end he’d been teasing me with all night. My body bucked off the floor when I came, hot jets of cum streaking between our stomachs and over his fingers. The orgasm fucking hurt, unleashing another torrent of tears that I simply didn’t have the fortitude to stop.

“You’re perfect,” Brooks whispered into my ear. “Did I go too far?”

I choked on a tear-stained breath. “No.”

The relief was so tangible, it washed over both of us, and I tightened my grip around him so he didn’t get any ideas about pulling away from me.

“Swear it.”

“Not far enough,” I rasped, nuzzling my face against his cheek. “I want all of you.”

Brooks swallowed, untangling his messy fingers from my dick and shifting enough to get his hand up to his own mouth. He sucked my cum clean from his fingers, his own cock pulsing inside of me with every taste he caught of my release. After he cleaned off his hand, he turned his attention to my throat, tipping my chin back to inspect me clavicle and my Adam’s apple.

“I liked it,” I told him, needing him to know the truth. I squeezed my muscles down around him, confirmation of the promise.

“The way you cried for me…” He trailed off, tracing th e shape of his fingers around my throat before rocking back onto his heels.

I tried to slide down with him, but half his cock eased out of me with the shift, and I whimpered over the emptiness of it.

“It felt so good.”

“Did it?” He smiled gently, smoothing his hand down his sweaty chest and making an upside down V around the base of his cock with his first two fingers. “ You felt so good. Hot and bare.”

“I can feel your cum inside of me.”

It might not have been the whole truth, but when he’d shot into me, I felt it. Every burning hot jet as he painted me like no one else ever had before. I shivered, closing my eyes and letting my hands fall away from his waist.

“I want to see,” he said, easing the rest of his still-hard cock out of me. I whined at the absence, at the way it hurt to gape after being fucked so rough.

Brooks moved me around, spreading my legs on either side of his and bending them at the knee so he had a downstream view of my well-fucked asshole.

“How’s it look down there?” I managed to ask, a scratchy laugh coming out after. “Did you ruin me?”

He hummed, stare flickering up to my face before settling back down between my legs.

“For everyone else, hopefully,” he said, “but never for me. Oh, there it is. Fuck.”

Brooks lifted his hand to my hole, two of his fingers tracing a circle around my tender rim and the cum that had just bubbled out of me. He hesitated before pushing his fingers back into my body and taking the escaping cum with them. I raised off the floor and gasped, groaning as his knuckles stretched my still sensitive rim.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Tate.” Brooks slowly fucked his fingers in and out of me, hauling me into a seated position on his lap. It wasn’t long before gravity did its job and more of his load leaked out of my ass and down the backs of my thighs. I was hot and messy, sticky and dirty, and I collapsed into Brooks’ waiting arms, knowing that the best part of our night was yet to come.