Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(64)
“Rule number four,” I whisper as her hand wraps around the base of my cock and I groan. “Always come prepared.” Brooke pauses for a moment, mouth twitching in a slight smile and then leans forward to run her tongue up the side of my shaft.
I seriously almost blow it right there—pun so totally intended. The way she moves, the way she touches me, the stupid ugly hat on her head, all of it makes me f*cking crazy. I want to grab the back of her head and thrust my hips against her mouth, come on the back of her tongue and watch her swallow me down that gorgeous throat of hers.
Instead, I relax into the doorway, leaning my bodyweight back against the glass as I reach down and tug that hat off of Brooke's hair, tossing it aside and curling my fingers in the silky chocolate strands, twining them around my fingers as I tug her closer, encourage her to part her lips and take me into her warmth.
“Oh hell to the f*ck yes,” I groan as the music swells and the crowd cheers, a horde of people flowing in a mass just outside of our little bubble. Makes it so much hotter. I almost want to be caught, want somebody to stumble into our nook and see this girl with her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. I want them to look at us and feel f*cking jealous as shit that they're not me, that they can't have her the way I can. “That's it, Brooke, right there.”
She slips her tongue to the sensitive underside of my shaft, flicking it up against the metal of my frenum piercing until I can't take it anymore, pushing me in deeper, just a few inches more but damn. The warmth of her wrapped around me like that is intoxicating, especially paired with the cool air from the bay swirling against the rest of my exposed skin.
Brooke slides back and takes a breath, exhaling against my moistened skin. I glance down at her and she looks up at me.
“Am I doing this right?” she asks and I groan, shoving the heels of my hands against my eyes.
“Are you trying to make me blow my load like, right this f*cking second? Don't talk like that.” Brooke huffs out and the flutter of warmth makes me moan and buck my hips.
“Does it hurt if I touch your piercings?” she asks as I drop a hand back to her hair, teasing and twining it around my fingers.
“Nope. Go for it, Smarty-Pants.” Brooke grabs hold of the base of my cock and leans in, slipping her tongue through the silver ring of my Prince Albert, giving it an experimental yank before she grabs it with her teeth and pulls harder. I clamp down on the sounds building in my throat, trying to keep quiet. Did I mention that was rule five? Fuck. I'm starting not to give a shit anymore. Besides, the music is loud and the crowd is louder … a guttural groan escapes my lips when Brooke tugs on the piercing in my balls. It's just a plain silver ring at the midline, but holy shit. When a pretty girl's got her fingers all over it? Heaven, baby. Pure heaven.
My head drops back against the glass of the door as I knead my fingers into Brooke's scalp, riding the high of the moment, savoring the feel of her mouth, her hands. She doesn't feel so amateurish right now. Or maybe that's just the part of me that's crushing hard that's talking? When it comes to Brooke, that little piece of me doesn't quite see straight.
“Hey, hey,” I say, reaching down and taking her chin, tilting her face away from me, my cock sliding from her lips. “That's perfect, baby.” I help Brooke to her feet, her face flushed, her mouth moist with saliva. I lean forward and kiss her mouth hard, tasting myself on her tongue, loving every f*cking second of this. “Now, turn around and show me your ass,” I whisper, snagging a condom from my pocket as I watch Brooke turn and bend over, putting her palms against the glass of the door opposite the one I'm standing in.
I step forward, gliding the lubed condom over my shaft as I slide my fingers up Brooke's thighs and find … that she's not wearing any goddamn panties either.
“Are you f*cking serious?” I whisper, my brows shooting up in surprise. The look she tosses over her shoulder is playful and sexy as f*ck.
“You think you're the only one that prepared for this?”
Holy shit. So totally crushing right now.
I grab hold of Brooke's hips and she moans, tilting her pelvis back so that the warmth of her ass and * is pressed against me. I guide myself to her opening, teasing it with my fingers and finding her already slick and ready.
“Hell yes, baby,” I whisper, pushing into her tight heat, feeling her ridges slide down me, engulf me, f*cking consume me. And I want to be consumed by this woman. Who wouldn't? My eyes eat up the sight of her arching her back, her long dark hair streaming over her shoulder and getting caught in the drafty breeze that sneaks through our alcove.
Outside our safe little space, people clap and cheer as a blues band takes over the stage and the singer's sexy croon takes over the cool evening air. It's a different backdrop, that's for sure, turning Brooke's and my sordid little affair into something more sensual.
My fingers knead her flesh, dig into the soft pale skin over her hips. I take hold of that natural handle, that perfect curve of hip bone that feels like it was designed for me to grab onto. In this position, I can push all the way in, every single inch. I can feel her moistness spreading across our combined flesh, can feel the contractions taking over as she succumbs to the pleasure, her breath fogging against the glass in front of her face.
I feel a satisfied smile drag across my mouth as I let my head tilt back and move my hips hard, loving the resistance she's giving me, the firm stance of her legs, the press of her palms into the glass. I give her everything I've got, f*cking hard and fast, my balls teasing her *, my piercing playing with her clit.