Can't resist you {Coronation street}

Ch.TwentySix

Nick watched as Brooke got down on her knees. She pulled his trousers down. He made a light whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched her place him in her mouth.

Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.

Brooke released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Nick tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.

"Beautiful." He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.

She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.

Nick's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer.

He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.

Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.

Brooke's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.

He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.

Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."

Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box. "Babe. Thank god you remembered that," she said.

Nick lifted her shirt pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.

"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.

"You okay?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.

"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.

Nick's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry. He appeared content with the position, something Anna wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.

His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons.

His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.

Brooke dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage.

She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.

More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso.

She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.

He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow. Nick's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"

"Do it again Tildsley."

He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint. When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit,

Her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.

Nick lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.

Brooke moaned as Nick pulled out of her. He looked to her and smiled. "So. How was that?" He asked.

Brooke grinned and looked to him. She smiled. "It was good. Better than good. Always amazing with you," she said as she cuddled into him.

Nick held her close and smiled. "We're gonna make things work. I know we are. I know having a baby wasn't planned. But I'm going to do all I can to be a good father. And maybe we can become something more."

Brooke smiled and nodded. "I'd like that. I know it hasn't been easy. But we have something."

"We do."

***
Brooke walked through the street. Esmè walked over to her. "Mum is after you. She saw you and Nick kissing."

Brooke paled. "Oh god. She's going to kill me."

Esmè nodded. "Yeah she is. What were you thinking? Kissing him in public?" She asked.

Brooke shrugged and sighed. She looked to her. "I don't know. I was just overwhelmed. I don't know what to do," she said as she felt sick.

Esmè pulled her close and smiled. "It's going to be okay. But you do need to speak to her."

"Can I not get myself sectioned? I mean... it would be easier for me," Brooke said.

Esmè rolled her eyes. She looked to her. "It's going to be okay. I promise you. I know you're worried. But the best thing to do is just go and talk to her. It won't be easy. And she'll be a cow. But you have to get it over and done with," she told her.

"Yeah. You're right. I'm going to be a mum. And I need to face up to things I've done. Even if it is sending me to my death," Brooke said.

Esmè smiled. "You're not going to your death. We're dramatic. It will be okay. Just talk to her. Promise me you will."

"I will."

***
Brooke walked into the factory. Carla was there. "I've been looking for you," Carla said.

Brooke nodded. She looked to her and smiled. "I know. I think we need to talk."

"I know."

Brooke took a deep breath and sighed. But would this conversation go the way she hoped? Or would things with her and her mum go completely wrong?