The Men Next Door

Ch 19 - Campbell

After seeing my eager nod, Brooks wasted no time moving us to the bedroom and plopping me on the center of the mattress. His hands trailed down my legs to flip my dress above my hips, and I thanked past me for putting a little effort into my outfit that night. Especially when he sat back, gazed down at me appreciatively, and licked his lips like I was his last meal and he couldn't wait to get a taste.

"You weren't kidding," he observed, running a finger up the damp material on the front of my panties. "And I..." He traced up and down the fabric a few more times before pausing to lock eyes with me again. "Have been having dreams about the wet spot you left on your sheets that first night."

Instead of answering, I pulled him down by his shirt. I was pretty sure I'd explode if I didn't get a break from his dirty words, so I kissed him like my life depended on it, hoping to keep his lips occupied for a minute or two.

It worked for a time, but it wasn't long before Brooks decided we still had way too much clothing between us. He sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head, and suddenly, I was on my stomach with my dress unzipped. He slipped it off, along with the rest of my outfit, then turned me back over to face him.

"I love seeing you like this," he commented, straddling me over my thighs and looking down at my naked body. "So pretty for me."

Despite the compliment, I was feeling a little self-conscious under his watchful eye. I reached up to tug at the waist of his pants, hoping to take some of the attention off of me.

"Not yet, Cam," Brooks warned.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Because the second those come off, I'll be inside you."

"I wouldn't mind," I breathed out.

"I would," he countered. "I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he moved between my legs and put his mouth to better use. He focused on all the right spots, just as he'd described on the couch, and I grabbed his hair to pull him closer to my core.

Wrapping a hand under my thigh, he lifted my leg over his shoulder. One, then two fingers slipped past my entrance. They curled up to rub that soft, delicious spot on my front wall, and I couldn't help but clench around him.

Brooks used his free hand to spread me open, and between his tongue and his fingers, I knew I was done for. My legs began to shake as he fell into a perfect rhythm, like my body was an instrument he'd been practicing for years.

"That's it, baby," he hummed against me. "Let it go."

The vibrations from his voice sent me over the edge. He kept licking and sucking until I'd ridden out the high, and when I finally caught my breath and stopped pulsing around his fingers, he moved up my body to kiss me.

I tugged at his pants again.

"Tell me what you want, Cam," he muttered against my lips.

I was quiet, unsure how to match him when he was like this. He was bold enough when our clothes were on, but when I read the question on that card, something inside of him had been unleashed. And I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to tame it.

"You want me to head home?" he asked. "Leave us both thinking about the what-ifs?"

I shook my head. I wanted anything but that.

"Tell me, then. You want my fingers again? My mouth?"

"No," I breathed.

"...No? What then?"

"Take these off." My fingers dipped inside his waistband, but I couldn't make any real progress with him hovering over me.

Brooks trailed some kisses down my neck, then finally stood up. He pulled his pants and boxer briefs off in the same go, and I admired the view as he slowly stroked his cock at the edge of the bed.