Wow. Sammy almost came right there. He was heavenly. Brock smiled, and she stumbled back. Brock was dangerous, so who knew he could look like a god? He’d been gorgeous before, but tonight, tonight she wanted to forget about the barbeque and have him all to herself.
“You didn’t forget about the barbeque, did you? We got ready separately so you would get ready. How much longer do you need?”
Confused, she shook her head and tore her gaze from the dark angel before her. “None. why?”
“Because you’re not dressed. You look ready to stay in and watch a movie.”
“You don’t want me to wear this?” She pointed to her baggy top and pants.
She stared at him, and she could see his eyes turning a darker blue. She squeezed her thighs together at the intense look. She backed up as he stalked her.
“You have to stop. Your smell has me and my bear fighting not throw you over our shoulder and rip these clothes to sheds.” Brock’s arms came around her, and he pulled her close. “You’re making it really hard to keep my promise to my boss that I go to this barbeque.”
Sammy felt like she was drowning as she gazed into Brock’s eyes. He didn’t want her to wear these clothes to meet his cop friends? Oh shit. He’d just sealed his fate. Sammy was head over heels in love with Brock.
She loved Slater, too. He was easy to talk to, and he always listened and gave her an honest opinion. Slater hugged her all the time, held her hand, and was always touching her. Brock was her brooding lover, closed mouthed. His touches were abrupt and unsure, except when he kissed her, and then he was unbelievable. He always left her breathless and wanting more.
Brock lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs and arms around him. He walked down the hall to their room. His hands gripped her arse, and he ground her covered pussy against him.
“Let me have just a little bit, angel.” His voice sounded gutted.
Sammy was placed on the end of the bed. Brock’s finger came up, and he stroked the side of her face.
“I would love to know what you’re thinking about right now.”
“You. I’m thinking I want to try just a little bit of y—” Sammy was cut off as Brock’s mouth took hers and his hands ripped her grey top.
Brock’s warms fingertips trailed over her lace-covered breasts, and he gently laid her back on the bed. Her own hands slid under his shirt, and she ran her fingers over his tight, toned chest. His scent surrounded her, inflaming her body as she had learnt happened any time he or Slater were close. His hands moved down her body, and he lifted her up with one hand and ripped her pants off.
His mouth left hers, and she panted for breath as he groaned. “Sammy, I need you. Let me taste you.”
His lips skimmed over her breast leaving light kisses over her stomach. His fingers slid her panties down, and she helped lifting her body up. When his lips reached her pussy he gently parted her folds and kissed her clit before licking it and sucking it in.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” Sammy gripped the sheets in anticipation as he repeated the process over and over. She could feel her body building to release, and his tongue pressed into her core.
“You taste better than I imagined. I want more.” Brock growled against her, causing her body to quiver in anticipation.
Sammy squealed as he ate her up. Brock licked and sucked her clit, and his growls fueled her fire. She craved the release that she could feel just within her reach. Sammy reached down and gripped his hair as she arched up into his mouth. His growls got louder, and the vibrations sent blissful shivers over her body. A think finger slid into her core, and she groaned wanting more.
“More. Please more.”
His finger went in deeper, and his other hand held her open to him as he devoured her. A second finger got added, and together they pumped in and out of her. Sammy reached for her release and screamed out her pleasure as his fingers went in deep and Brock sucked her clit in hard.
Her body shattered. She let go of his hair and pulled him up. “Come up to me.”
Brock came up and lay beside her.
“No. Not over there. I want you here.” She pointed to her chest. “I want to feel you against me.”
“Please, angel, if I did that I would make love to you. I’m holding on by a thin thread. We will be late.”
She rolled over and on top of him. She looked down at him and knew she didn’t want anything else. “Make love to me.” Sammy rubbed her pussy against him. She could feel his rock hard erection through his jeans.
“Fuuuuccckk.” He swapped their positions so she was on the bottom, and then he stood and quick as lighting his shirt and jeans were off. His boxers followed.