Brock held my hand the entire journey home, only letting go to change gears. After parking the car in his garage and entering the house, he scoops me into his arms, carrying me up the stairs towards his bedroom.
The moment we enter, he puts me down and turns me. ‘I’ve been dying to remove this dress all night,’ he whispers as his lips find my neck. Moaning, I tilt my head to the side to allow him better access. ‘Your skin is so perfect … everything about you is perfect.’
My skin pebbles with goose bumps as he slowly unzips my dress. ‘I think you’re perfect too,’ I admit. I’m grateful that he didn’t let me walk away tonight. I should’ve allowed him the chance to explain, but I was heartbroken to think he’d deceived me. I honestly thought he was going to feed me a bunch of lies and excuses. My heart wouldn’t have been able to take another blow.
The moment my dress pools around my feet, Brock turns me in his arms before his lips capture mine. The way he kisses me shows that things have changed between us. As though his confession has removed the last of his resolve. I think he’s finally ready to give me his all. Like I am to him, but I can’t profess my love for him just yet. I’ve never uttered those words before, so it’s a huge step for me—definitely one I’m not ready to take. I’m sure if we continue to blossom, one day I’ll be ready, but not tonight.
My hands move to untie his bowtie before going to work on his buttons. While I’m doing that, he shrugs out of his jacket. His hands are all over me the moment it’s removed. Pushing his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, I pull out of the kiss to trail my lips over his chest before I fall to my knees. I look up at him through my lashes as my fingers undo the buckle on his belt.
The moment I get the button on his trousers undone I slide down the zipper. He growls when I reach into his boxer briefs and wrap my hand around his hard, impressive length. Hooking his thumbs into the side of his pants, he pushes them down around his thighs before cupping my face and drawing it towards him.
I work him over with my tongue before sliding my lips around his erection. I don’t stop until it hits the back of my throat. He releases a primal sound, tilting his head back in the process. I have no gag reflex so I can take most of him in my mouth.
‘Fuck, you suck a mean cock,’ he groans as he gently pumps into my mouth. I wrap my fingers tightly around the base of his shaft and use my other hand to gently massage his balls. I love that I can please him like this, it turns me on just as much as it does him. With my clients I tried my best so it would be over quickly. With Brock I do it because I want to give him as much pleasure as I can. He goes out of his way to please me.
‘Jesus, Jade,’ he grates out a few minutes later as his body starts to shudder. I know he’s close, so I pick up the pace, sliding my lips down his shaft, swirling my tongue at the same time. It only takes a few seconds before he starts groaning loudly. After a few short thrusts his body stills, but I continue to suck until I’ve milked him of every last drop.
He places his hands under my arms, pulling me to my feet and devouring my lips. His hands are everywhere again and a moment later I hear that familiar tear as my panties are ripped from my body. He’s ruined five pairs since our trip to the lingerie store. If he keeps this up, we’ll need to make another visit.
Reaching behind me, he unclasps my strapless bra with one hand, tossing it across the room. Without breaking the kiss he walks me backwards to the bed. When the back of my knees come into contact with the mattress, he gently lays me down.
Standing to his full height, he gazes down at me, a smile gracing his face. ‘Do you have any idea how breathtakingly beautiful you are?’ Unlike the other men, his compliments don’t make me feel uncomfortable—they make me feel beautiful, desired.
Kneeling beside the bed, he places a kiss on my stomach as his hand skims over my skin until it reaches my breasts. His other arm moves behind my knee, lifting my leg so his lips can trail a path down my inner thigh, stopping before he reaches the good part. I’m desperate to have his mouth on me.
He hooks my leg over his shoulder and lifts the other one to repeat his kisses. He appears to be taking his sweet time tonight, like he’s savouring every moment. It only makes my need for him intensify. Every word, every touch, every kiss, every look—I’m intoxicated by him.
‘I need you, Brock,’ I whimper as my hands grip his hair. I need him so much I’m aching.
‘All in good time, beautiful.’ After running his tongue along my pelvic bone, he blows hot air over my sensitive flesh. If he’s trying to kill me, he’s succeeding.