Page 39 of Omega in Love
"You already are, Petal." The nickname slips out, soft and reverent. "Bravery isn't the absence of fear. It's continuing despite it. And you, Brookes Daniels, are the bravest person I know."
We stare at each other for what feels like forever before he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. When he kisses me, it's not rushed or needy. It's slow and steady, healing. Like he's pouring pieces of himself into me and taking parts of me in return. I taste citrus and sunshine, feel the slight tremble in his hands as they frame my face.
When we finally pull back, his forehead rests against mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us. "Okay," he says, voice steadier now. "Tell me more about the security plan."
I smirk, running my hands up his bare thighs, feeling goosebumps rise despite the heat. "Only if you promise never to wear those shorts in public again."
"No deal." He shakes his head playfully.
“No deal.” I raise my brow in challenge, my voice dropping to a near growl. "Then take them off."
Brooke' smile turns mischievous, and with a playful tilt of his head, he leans in, kissing me with an intensitythat steals my breath. He leans in, kissing me with an intensity that steals my breath. His teeth graze my bottom lip, tugging gently, sending a jolt of desire straight through me.
When he pulls away, we're both breathless, our chests heaving with unspent need. His eyes lock onto mine, a silent dare passing between us.
"Take those goddamn tiny shorts off now," I command, my voice hoarse with anticipation. He shifts, lifting himself just enough to shimmy the shorts down his hips, revealing every inch of him. His dick springs free, hard and ready, brushing against his stomach.
"You going to fuck me outside, right here, right now, Te?" he asks, his voice a sultry whisper as he contorts his body on my lap, finally kicking the shorts away. They land behind me, leaving him gloriously naked, a sight that sets my blood on fire. Brookes is all long limbs, lean muscle, and smooth, brown skin that begs to be licked and kissed. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him.
"Come here and sit your pretty ass on my dick, Petal," I say with absolute conviction. "I want to be surrounded in your warmth until I'm painting your insides. I want you to smell like me, both inside and out." The words escape me like a secret, whispered into his ear. I love sharing him with Levi and Hero, but this is my golden time of day.
"Fuck yes, Dante." Brookes breathes out, his eyes glittering with lust. "I'm already wet for you, baby."
Lifting my hips, he helps me slide my shorts down just enough to expose my dick. Wrapping my arms around his waist,Brookes grabs my length and guides himself down on me until he's sitting on my thighs.
"God, Dante. Fuck," he says, the words escaping his lips like a secret as he allows himself to adjust to me. His eyes flutter closed, and I can feel every inch of him, clenching and releasing around me, drawing me deeper into his warmth.
"Take what you need from me, Petal." I say, not moving an inch. I want him to decide when he wants to move, to set the pace that brings him the most pleasure. My hands roam over his back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin against mine.
He's slow at first, torturing me, rolling his hips languidly. Each movement sends a wave of pleasure crashing through me, building and building until I'm practically begging him for more. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's holding back, drawing out the moment for both of us.
"You're trying to kill me, Brookes." I pant, my voice ragged with need. My fingers dig into his hips, urging him on, but he takes his time, drawing out the pleasure until I'm aching with it.
"No, I'm trying to love you, Dante," he says reverently, his voice a low murmur against my ear. Then he rises, slowly, until just my tip is left inside of him. I can feel the anticipation building in my gut. He slams down, taking me deep inside him, a scream of pleasure escaping his lips as he does. The sound echoes around us and I can feel his body trembling with the force of it.
"Dante," he moans, his voice a sweet melody that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his slick, hot and wet, coating my dick, making each thrust smoother, more intense. He's tight, so fucking tight, and the way he clenches around me, it's like he's trying to milk me dry.
I grip his hips, my fingers digging into his soft flesh. I want to leave marks, reminders of this moment, of us. He leans forward,his hands planted firmly on my chest, his nails digging into my skin. The bite of them only serves to heighten my pleasure, a stark contrast that makes my heart race.
"You feel so good, Petal," I growl, my voice barely recognizable. I'm lost in him, in the sensation of our bodies joined together, in the scent of roses and sex that permeates the air. It's intoxicating, addictive, and I never want to come down from this high.
His pace quickens, his breath coming in short gasps. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, a frantic rhythm that matches my own. He's close, so close, and I want to see him fall apart. I want to watch him shatter and know that I'm the one who did that to him.
Spitting into my palm, I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his dick. He's hard and leaking, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I stroke him in time with his movements, my grip firm and steady. His moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel his body tensing, coiling like a spring ready to snap.
"Cum for me, Brookes," I command, my voice a low rumble. "Let me see you come undone."
With a cry that echoes around us, he cums, his body convulsing as his release spills over my hand. The sight of him, the feel of him, the sound of him, it's too much. I follow him over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire. I fill him, marking him, claiming him, until there's nothing left but the two of us, panting and spent.
We stay like that for a while, our bodies still joined, our hearts still racing. His head rests on my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. I can feel his heartbeat slowing, his body relaxing, and I know that he's content, safe, loved.
Eventually, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. There's a softness in his gaze. It's a gift, a treasure, and I cherish it more than he'll ever know.
"You're a mess, Te," he says, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through both of us. "I'm your mess, Petal."
He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And don't you forget it."
