Chapter Forty: Brooke
"Brooke." Someone whispers.
Even if I was dreaming, is it even possible to climax ??
"Brooke?" Sam asks me.
It seems that Sam joined me in bed nothing after I came up, as he's lain next to me, I'm only his pyjama joggers that lay low on his hips, exposing his heaven V point.
"Yeah?" I whisper back, my heart going 500 beats a second, making me sound like I had ran a marathon.
"A-are you okay?" He stutters.
"I'm f-fine. Just go back to sleep."
I turn towards him and try to hide under the quilt.
I don't feel him lay back down, instead, he reaches for the lamp.
Even under the quilt, it's still bright. Sam comes under and joins me.
"What was you dreaming about?" He asks. And by the tone of his voice, he has a vague idea.
Please say I didn't sleep talk?!?!
"Trust me, you don't want to know." I say, crushing my eyes even more together? If it was humanly possible.
"Oh, but I do...." Sam whispered in my ear. My eyes fly open and widen at how close he was.
"D-did I sleep talk??" I whisper.
He nods instantly, smirking.
I gulp. "W-what did I say?"
Even in the slight dark, I see his eyes sparkle.
"That's for me to know..." He whispers.
He doesn't finish, instead, he leans even more closer and softly kisses my lips. His lips are sensational.
I instantly response to him, as if it was a natural instinct.
He pulls back a few seconds later, and just stares at me with lust, hunger and something else.
I don't know who moved forward first, but it wasn't long before we were both kissing each other filled with hunger, need and desperation.
He grabbed me by the hips and pulled my on top of him, so that in straddling his hips.
He whips my top over my head, exposing my breasted to him.
He stares in awe, and sucks painfully hard on the tip.
I groan.
He's teasing me...
"Stop." I gasp.
It's too much. I need him. All of him.
He releases my nipple and pulls back so he can look me in the eye.
"Okay." He whispers, a dangerous gleam in his eye.
Christ! He's doing this on purpose.
He pulls away from me and lays back down, mimicking going to sleep.
I groan, but this time not in want nor pleasure. "Sam." I growl.
"What?" He whispers innocently, not bothering to open is eyes or hide his smirk.
"Don't 'what' me." I whine. "You know exactly why I want."
"What do you want?" He says.
I roll my eyes, "really?" I say in amusement. "You want to play it that way. Fine."
"If you wouldn't mind being quiet, I'm trying to sleep here." He joked, still smirking.
Boy, do I want to knock it off.
I reach my hands across his torso and run my fingers down south.
His breathing deepens, and I know I have a reaction on him, yet he still pretends to sleep.
When my hand reaches his joggers, I slide in.
"Brooke..." He says, warningly.
I ignore him and carry on exploring. As soon as my hand is underneath, I gasp.
He went commando. (😍)
I grip him in my hand and stroke.
Sam choices this moment to open his eyes. They are dark, dangerously dark.
My panties soak even more at the sight.
I pull the covers off of us and go down by his legs. I pull his joggers down, giving me a clear view of his cock.
My mouth waters at the sight.
I forgot how big he was. Jeez.
I lean down and take just the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue .
He groans in pleasure at my actions. I hollow my mouth and suck frantically.
He doesn't my let me have control for long, and pulls me up by my arms.
He switched out positions so that I'm pinned underneath him.
"My turn." He smirks.
Oh god!
What have I got myself into...
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Romance"Why are you doing this?!" I practically yell at him. But he doesn't give me any kind of reaction, just continues to sit at his desk, staring at me with an expressionless face. "You know why I'm doing this Brooke. I want you. And I won't stop until...
