Chapter 12

chapter

twelve

Brook

The minute we close our cabin door behind us, I slide off his back. Then he's turning to face me and pushing me up against the door.

His forehead presses to mine, his breathing labored. "Brooklyn," he whispers. "I'm so hard for you, darlin, I'm barely holding on by a thread. Let me get myself under control so I can make it good for you."

"How about we do it like this instead?" I drop to my knees in front of him, grabbing his belt. I unfasten everything, then slowly lower his zipper.

He hisses out a breath, as I slide his boxers and jeans down at the same time. His dick bobs out in front of me. I wrap my hand around his shaft, my fingers not quite meeting. The thick metal hoop pierced through his urethra is just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Keeping my eyes on his, I lean forward and lick him straight up his shaft.

"For fuck's sake, woman. Are you trying to kill me?"

I smile and then suck the head into my mouth. I let my tongue play with the loop of metal, tugging lightly on it.

His fingers thread through my hair.

"Brooklyn, you're going to destroy me."

Sucking him further into my mouth, I hollow my cheeks and relax my throat.

"Fucking hell, you're good at sucking my cock. You like the way I feel at the back of your throat, darlin?"

I moan around his length, loving the musky sent of him down here.

"Okay, that's enough, baby. Not that I don't want to come down your throat. But I really don't want to come first. That's not my way. I've been dying to see you fall apart since the moment you first sassed me." He eases me off of his cock, then pulls me to my feet. "Clothes off, then get on the bed, up on all fours."

I cock a brow at him.

"Don't look at me and pretend me telling you what to do didn't just get you even wetter."

He's right, I can't even do that. This man seems to know all my buttons and just the right amount of pressure to push them.

He kicks off his jeans and boxers, then pulls off his shirt. He looks like one of those big prowling cats walking towards me right now. A panther on the hunt.

I go about the business of taking off my clothes, ignoring the doubts and self-conscious thoughts that rear their heads. This man wants me. He's not going to get me naked and ridicule me.

"Whatever dark place you just went to, step away." He cups my cheek. "I'm right here." He tugs on his cock, a reminder of his desire. "Whatever that pencil dick said to you, erase it. Or tell me what I need to say to make you forget."

I remove the rest of my clothes and stand boldly in front of Landry. "He doesn't matter anymore. He never really did." I shake my head. "And I never should have let him shake my confidence."

"There she is. There's my Manhattan." He swats my bare ass. "Not get up on the bed on all fours, I want to see your pussy."

He's definitely not letting me hide, that's for damn sure. I crawl up to the middle of the bed, widening my knees and bending myself over. There are no secrets in this position.

"Goddamn it, darlin. I don't know where to lick you first." His hand runs over the curve of my ass, then his thumb swipes down from my crease to my slit. "You're soaked."

"Landry," I breathe his name. It's part plea, part prayer.

He presses a hand on my back, pushing my head towards the bed. "That's it. Rest your head on your hands just like that." Then he's bending forward and licking me from behind.

The position and angle is foreign and thrilling.

"Better than any of that cake." Another swipe of his tongue.

"Quit teasing me, Landry. You offered multiple orgasms, now deliver."

He swats my ass again. "I love that sharp tongue of yours. Alright, I'll make you come." He turns around and sits on the floor, leaning his head back on the bed. He's so damn tall that it works. Then he grabs my legs and pulls my pussy down to his mouth. "Ride my face, Manhattan. Take what you need."

His tongue slides inside of me and holy wow, that feels amazing. Experimentally, I rock against him and it seems to really turn him on. His grip on my legs gets tighter and he fucks me harder with his tongue. Then he's licking up through my folds and his tongue circles my clit.

"Shit!" I scream. "That's so good. You're gonna make me come."

"That's the idea, darlin."

I laugh and that in and of itself feels like a miracle. I haven't had a lot of sex and only with one other partner. But it was always quiet and in the dark. I never felt safe enough to tell him what I needed or what I wanted.

But Landry. Well, he doesn't even need instructions. I pulse right above him, loving the slide of his tongue over the side of my clit. Then he sucks it into his mouth, and I go off like a damn rocket.