With a flick of my tongue, I traced circles around her clit, sending shivers through her body. Brooke tried to push herself closer to me, but I held her legs apart and stopped her from moving.
“I’ll let you come when I’m ready to give you the okay,” I teased.
Her body trembled, and beads of sweat formed on her body as she fought to control herself when I slipped the vibrator back inside her cunt, turning it on.
“Oh, God…please,” she cried, her hips moving more with every passing second.
I couldn’t resist any longer. I took her clit into my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Her whole body convulsed under my touch, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
Was I supposed to stop when she made a sound? Yes, but it was a miracle she still hadn’t come, so I could look past the noises she made.
She squirmed underneath me, her hands now pushing into my hair, holding them tightly.
“Almost there, baby,” I murmured, my voice low and reassuring. “You’re doing so well.”
Brooke started to shake uncontrollably and she let out a series of loud, drawn-out cries, probably a few curse words as well.
She wasn’t going to last much longer. This was already as long as I could drag it out with a vibrating toy inside of her.
“Are you still cold?” I asked, earning myself an exaggerated headshake. “Good.” I pressed a kiss to her pussy. “Come for me, Brooke.”
Her body went rigid almost instantly, every muscle tightening as her climax hit. Her back arched off the bed, her limbs shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Brooke’s skin flushed a deep pink as she rode the wave ofher pleasure, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
She cried out loud, her moans echoing in the room.
When she finally stilled, I turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it out of her, setting it aside on her nightstand after crawling up her body.
“You did so good, baby.” I pressed my lips on hers. “You ready for your reward?”
10
BROOKLYN
“Oh, my God, how have you been skating all your life and can’t land a goddamn axel?!” Erik yelled while I brushed some of the ice off me.
“I bet it’s that guy’s fault again, isn’t it? What’s he done now?” He laid his hands on my shoulders, shaking me violently. “Wake up, Brooklyn. He’s an asshole who doesn’t want to see you succeed. He wouldn’t be with you if he cared one bit about you!”
I pushed Erik off me. “You don’t get to talk about Reece that way.”
For years, he’d been trying to talk Reece badly, as if Erik even knew him. The only contact Erik had with my boyfriend was an eye-roll when Reece showed up for practice, or when he watched us at competitions. They hadn’t exchanged a single word before. At least not that I knew…
They both went to St. Trewery, but it was a big school. They had entirely different majors, and I knew that Reece usually stayed with his hockey guys rather than making other friends.
And if Reece talked to Erik, he would’ve told me.
“I’m just stating facts, Brooklyn. If youdon’t want to hear the truth, that’s a you-problem,” he spat, skating over to the spot on the ice where our program usually began so we could start over.
A sigh left me, but I didn’t bother to continue to argue and followed him.
As we stood in our first position, looking over at our coach to signal to Ilya that he should restart the music, I noticed my father standing next to him. He occasionally showed up for practice, but not as often anymore as he used to because he still had more kids than just me to look after and show up for, and a restaurant to run.
Actually, I asked him to stop showing up so often. I loved my dad, and I wanted him here just in case something happened and I was panicking, but the older I got, the more I realized that he was putting everything on hold just to be here for me. My siblings had hobbies too, and though he still managed to show up for all of us, he, too, deserved a break.
Seeing him here right now helped me regain my focus. At the same time, I was already thinking about the questions he was about to ask me. Dad looked like he was moments away from walking onto the ice, carrying me out of the arena, and as far away from Erik as humanly possible. I wasn’t sure if I would’ve complained or thanked him.
“If you fall one more time…” Erik warned, though he never got to finish voicing his threat as the music restarted, and we had all but two seconds to begin our program.