Coming Home (Pierpoint View #1)

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Summer

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Summer

Once we get back to Brooks’ place, it’s a race to see who can get whose clothes off first.

The very short drive back was tense with anticipation, both of us knowing exactly what was about to happen as soon as we step foot outside of the car.

Once the front door shuts behind us, Brooks pins me up against it, his hands feeling their way up from my hips, to my waist, to the side of my breasts and to my neck. His kiss deepens, his tongue stroking my lips asking for access and I let him.

This has been a long time coming. This is what I was expecting that time when I accosted him in just my towel.

Brooks’ hips press into my own, causing him to groan in to my mouth. “Summer,” his voice is desperate.

I run my hands through his hair, messing up the sleek brushed back curls, tugging at the strands at the base of his neck.

He brings the straps of my dress down my shoulders, leaving my chest and shoulders completely bare. His lips move from my mouth and travel down to my neck, causing a moan to escape. “Brooks, please. ”

“I know, Princess, I know.”

He leaves open mouthed kisses across my body until he reaches the edge of my dress. He looks up at me from under his eyelashes, asking my permission.

I nod and he wastes no time in kneeling, pulling the dress down, past my breasts, over my hips until it’s pooling at my feet, groaning as he notices that I’’d gone bra-less for our date. He unzips my boots throwing them to the side leaving me in just my underwear.

He comes back to standing, his hands following the path of my body as he rises, catching on the lines of my underwear before he slowly, so slowly, coasts over my breasts causing the nipples to harden. Then they’re back in my hair, his lips back on mine, swallowing my gasp as I feel his length pressing against me through his pants.

I start unbuttoning his shirt, getting half way before spreading my hands flat against his chest, feeling the smooth skin there, his heart beating fast as my own is doing.

All of a sudden, I’m being lifted, his hands gripping my ass, my legs wrapping around his waist. He starts walking but I’m too interested in devouring this poor man. My hands are everywhere, my lips move from his lips, to his cheeks, his neck, not being able to choose where to land for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Summer, I need you to stop for a sec, I can’t— I need—” His words cut off with a groan as I grind my hips into his own, biting on his bottom lip. “Fuck.” I giggle at his loss of composure, happy that I’m the one that can do that to him, not that girl from the bar.

He fumbles with another door and before I know it I’m being thrown down on a mattress, his body covering mine, the weight of him pressing me into the bed something I didn’t know I could crave but I know I will be for a long, long time.

“You think that was funny?” he breaths in between kisses. “You think it’s funny to tease me like that?”

“Yes.” Now it’s my turn to moan as he rolls his hips into my own. “Brooks…” Matching my movements with his.

“Not yet.” He places one last lingering kiss to my lips before sitting up on to his knees and unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.

“I wanted to do that,” I moan. I lean up to help him push it off his shoulders the rest of the way.

“Don’t be such a brat,” he scolds, throwing the shirt behind him.

“Hey—” My retort is cut off by Brooks smattering kisses over my breasts, flicking the left nipple with his tongue, and trailing down my stomach until he reaches the line of my underwear and presses a kiss over the black lace fabric.

“Lift your hips, Princess.” I do as I’m told and he slides the fabric down my legs and they join his shirt on the floor.

I’ve never felt so vulnerable but so safe under his watchful gaze; he’s looking at me as if I’m the only other person in the world than him, as if I hung the moon and it makes me blush. Upon seeing it, Brooks starts following the blushing skin with his mouth, starting with a kiss to my cheek and ending with him following the path down my body with his tongue.

“I’ve always wanted to see how far this goes.” Eventually he ends up between my thighs, his face so, so , close to where I want him to be, close enough I can feel his breath as he says, “So beautiful.” Whilst looking up at me.

“Please Brooks.”

“Please what? What do you want, Princess?” He’s smirking, the little shit, he wants me to beg. His arms wrap around my upper thighs and he gets himself comfortable, waiting for me to answer his question.

“Brooks…” He places the lightest kiss on the inside of my thigh, “please,” he places another kiss on the other thigh, “I need…”

“You need what?” he says, his tongue licking ever so softly where I need him most.

I give up, I don’t care, I just need him, “Stop teasing me and touch me properly.” I groan.

“See it’s not so nice to be teased is it, Summer?” he says and before I can respond, his mouth is on me. “You’re so fucking wet, Princess.”

I moan, “Jesus.”

He chuckles against me, “How about we don’t make a habit of calling out other people’s names.”

“You’re a dick.”

“I’m your dick,” he murmurs and my heart squeezes knowing thats true.

Brooks’ tongue swirls around my clit, moving to my entrance and back up again. I haven’t had someone worship me like this before but I can feel myself building and I think I need more.

I grab his hair, pushing him into me further, pulling on the strands and it makes him groan against me, the vibrations adding to the sensations already traveling through me.

“That’s it, good girl,” he encourages in between licks, sucks, nips. No one has ever spoken to me like this before and I can’t believe his words are having such an effect on me. Dirty talk is not something I thought I would’ve liked but with the way my body is responding, it’s irrefutable evidence.

“Come on, Princess.” I feel his tongue on my clit and I feel a finger at my entrance. It slides in effortlessly and not long later, a second one joins it. I feel a tightening in my stomach, and I grind myself into him harder, chasing the high thats so close I can almost taste it.

It doesn’t take long before I’m on the precipice of an orgasm, the first one I haven’t given myself, but there’s just something missing, something I need to push me over the edge.

It’s like Brooks can read my mind, because just as I’m about to voice my desires, he curls his fingers, hitting a certain spot and I fall right over that cliff.

He helps me ride through the waves, slowly pumping his fingers in and out as I come down from my high, before removing them completely and pressing a gentle kiss on my sensitive skin.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, before leaning up over my spent body and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, stroking my hair back away from my face with one hand, the other tracing my side.

“Thank you.” It comes out airy and Brooks chuckles.

“You’re welcome.” A satisfied smile on both our faces.

Once I’ve caught my breath, I thank god for the self defense lessons I took after I left my ex, because I twist us so that now he’s pinned underneath me and I’m straddling his lap.

He raises an eyebrow, impressed, but he easily flips me back over, my head landing on the soft pillows, before getting up off the bed and shucking off the rest of his clothes.

I don’t want to feel like a peeping tom but my eyes can’t seem to stay away from his hard length, even though I’m trying to keep my gaze on his face. He walks towards me with the confidence of a man who knows how attractive he is, knows how much he effects me.

He climbs back over me after shoving the rumpled cotton sheets off the bed, my thighs cradling his hips, my foot coming up to stroke the back of his thigh. He’s leaning on his elbows either side of my head, holding himself up enough to not place all his weight on me and I remember the last time we were in this position on the beach, only this time I act on the desire to press my lips to his.

After a moment of studying each other, our lips crash together. It’s a frenzied kiss, hands exploring everywhere they can reach, my legs around his waist, keeping our bodies tight together.

I can feel his length at my entrance, the head of his cock brushing against me and I grind against it causing us both to groan.

“Just give me a sec,” he breathes against my lips, and I respond by moving against him again, “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” His voice is gravelly, his teeth gritted.

I place kisses on his neck, sucking on the skin there. “Are you giving me a hickey?” he asks, his voice surprised.

“You’re not letting me do anything else, I’m getting bored here,” I tease, nipping at the underside of his jaw.

“You little—” His sentence ends in a groan as I grind against him another time and it seems to be the tipping point for him.

Before I know it, he’s lined himself up and slams home, pushing himself in all the way to the hilt and we both moan out in unison. “Fuck Princess.”

Once seated all the way, he leans his head against mine, both of us breathing the same air, and takes a moment to gather himself. A sly smile makes it’s way onto my face as a plan forms in my head, I tilt my hips up to meet his, the feeling of him slightly moving inside me, hitting that place his fingers did not so long ago, lights something inside me.

“Brooks, if you don’t move, I’m going to flip you over and I’m going to ride you instead.”

His eyes are closed tight and he releases a breath through his nose. “Summer, I hate to tell you this but I’ve been thinking about this moment for the best part of 4 months and I’m already close to cumming. Don’t push it.” His voice comes out in a growl and my muscles tighten around his cock at the sound. “Fuck it.”

He lifts himself from his elbows to his hands and starts moving, his thrusts hard and fast. He grabs one of my legs, brining it up to rest over one of his arms, causing a change in angle that has him hitting that spot inside me. I cry out and it causes him to move faster, chasing his own high.

My hips try to move against his, but my body starts to shake, my impending orgasm rendering me relatively useless, so I grab on to the arm beside my head, kissing and biting the skin, trying to silence the moans that keep wanting to force their way out of my mouth.

He drops his chest to mine, both of my legs wrapping around his hips, his arms wrapping round me, hands cradling my head and he places gentle kisses against my lips as he slows his thrusts.

“What are you doing?” I whisper against his lips.

“I don’t want our first time to be less than a minute,” he whispers back.

I kiss him harder, our tongues battling and his, of course, winning. Not caring whether out first time lasts a minute or an hour, I grab the curls at the nape of his neck to look him in the eyes.

“Brooks, please. Just fuck me.”

“Shit,” he rests his head on my chest and is quiet for a few seconds, “Fine, you win Princess.”

He pulls out of me, flipping me over on to all fours, pushing my shoulders down to the bed but keeping my hips high and slams into me again, setting a relentless pace.

This is exactly what I wanted from him and by the sounds of the grunts coming from behind me, he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

The sound of skin slapping together and the sharp sting that hits my ass causes me to cry out.

“You like that?” He slaps me again, not enough to hurt but just enough for it to sting, “Of course you do, I can feel you tightening around my cock. Fuck.”

This man will be the death of me, I’m sure of it.

His thrusts get harder, shorter and I can tell he’s close and I’m almost there with him, so I reach around to my clit and as I go to touch myself, he pulls my hand away holding it captive in the hand gripping my hip.

“Uh-uh, that’s my job.” His aroused voice is something I’ll never get over and for someone working so hard I would’ve thought he’d be more out of breath than he is, I know I would be if the roles were reversed, but his stamina is astounding; I should’ve probably called that, he does play hockey for a living.

He reaches his free hand around to my clit, stroking in just the way that I need. My inner muscles contract as my orgasm nears its peak, and I can tell Brooks is close too, his thrusts are getting shorter and sharper.

“Come on, Summer. I need you to cum for me.”

His words are the thing that push me over the edge. “Fuck Brooks.”

“That’s it, Princess.” He guides me through it, bending over my back, chanting words of praise in my ear as he keeps thrusting chasing his own orgasm.

He cums a second later with a drawn out growl, forehead resting on my shoulder blade. He stills, catching his breath, before pulling out and resting on his side, facing me, his arm propping his head up, his bicep flexing as he does.

I’m completely wrecked, my body spent and I barely did a single thing yet the only thing that shows Brooks has exerted any kind of energy, is the slight sheen of sweat across his body and his messed up hair.

He moves my hair off my shoulder and runs a hand gently up and down my back, a content smile on his face.

I take the moment to look closer at his tattoos. I’ve appreciated them from afar, but not fully seen what they entail. Each arm carries its own intricate design. One arm is an ocean and a stormy sea and the other a mix of patterns, different designs all interconnected together and it’s mesmerizing. I trace the patterns on his bicep of the bent arm, partially just so I can feel the thick muscle.

“We should get you cleaned up,” he says, breaking the post-sex daze and heading in to the bathroom.

I think I’m going to have to get Nate to cover for me again tomorrow.