I'd Rather Be With You Part 3/?
Title: I'd Rather Be With You
Part: 3/?
Rating: NC-17... just to be safe
Pairing: David Cook/ Brooke White
Summary: Brooke tries her best to sleep innocently next to a drunken David, but her best efforts just don't seem to work.
“Just go to sleep,” Brooke whispered out loud to herself as she crawled into bed and reached over to turn off the light next to the bed. But as she did David stirred again and sighed gruffly. She scurried to finish turning the light off and pulled the covers tightly to her body.
“A man rests his eyes for a second and you think he’s ready for bed?” he chuckled. His deep, husky voice sending shivers along her skin. It was something she wasn’t used to, but was beginning to thoroughly enjoy.
“You need to sleep it off,” she admonished as she pulled the covers tighter to her body, not sure why she suddenly felt so naked. Even through the darkness that had invaded the small room she could feel his eyes on her.
“Ok…” he agreed reluctantly, “but can a man at least get some covers?”
“What my favorite fuzzy blanket isn’t good enough for you?” Brooke chuckled softly before pulling the covers up and allowing him to crawl underneath them with her. As she watched him crawl below the covers her breath hitched in her throat and caused her to cough quickly.
“Are you ok?” he asked, trying to place a hand on her shoulder, but instead he clumsily missed and landed on her chest instead.
Brooke coughed again, but this time it was with surprise. Even through two layers of clothing, her bra and t-shirt, she could feel the warmth of his large, calloused hand. It felt insanely wonderful.
“Fine,” she managed to eek out as she stared up at the ceiling, hoping the ache that had begun to pulse between her legs would dissipate. There is no way she would be able to get to sleep thinking about him touching her again. If it didn’t disappear soon she would have to end up sleeping in the bathtub instead.
For fear of what would happen if she looked at him, she kept her eyes glued to the ceiling as he moved to lay on his side facing her. Even with her worry she couldn’t seem to pull herself away from his touch or to even tell him to stop. Without a word he slowly began to move the hand that still rested on her breast, kneading it softly. Brooke’s brain flooded with a million thoughts. But the one that stuck out the most, the one she was going to let take over, was how amazing his gentle groping felt.
An involuntary moan escaped her lips as he increased his speed and then moved to the other unattended breast. He continued kneading it until he felt her harden underneath just his touch. He smirked cockily and suddenly pushed the covers back.
“David,” Brooke whimpered, unable to utter anything else. She wasn’t sure if she was saying his name to get him to stop or to urge him on. He took it as the later and moved to lie on top of her, creating an incredibly sexy sound to drip from her lips. To squelch any protests David captured her lips in a feverish kiss.
“Brooke,” he moaned against her lips, illustrating that even in his drunken state he knew exactly what woman he was kissing.
Their kisses, deep and wet, were the culmination of months of friendship and support. Her lips moving in time with his was a mutual agreement. Whatever was going on in their lives, her divorce and his breakup, would be forgotten tonight in the haze of deep kisses and warm bodies.
As the pace of their kisses intensified, Brooke’s hands became tangled in his sweaty hair. She ran her fingers roughly through the disheveled locks and scratched his scalp possessively. His full lips and erotic kisses seemed to possess her, making her feel sexy and aggressive. It was that feeling that drove her to move her hands from his messy hair to his broad chest. David hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she was doing, but eased back into her as he felt her hands move deftly underneath his t-shirt.
Her trembling hands worked their way across the skin of his slightly muscular chest down to curve of his tummy. She took a feverish pleasure in the feel of his body and how her touches were affecting him. His erection brushed against her thigh and emitted a warmth that flooded her brain with even more salacious thoughts.
“Brooke,” he murmured again huskily as he leaned back and let her remove his shirt. As soon as the offending garment was gone Brooke helped him to quickly unbutton and unzip his slightly snug jeans. She knew from months on the tour that tight jeans always seemed to hug his body just right. It felt like she already knew what he looked like out of those jeans. But when he was finally naked she was more than pleasantly surprised. The splinters of moonlight shining through the windows illuminated his pale form and made her audibly moan with the shear sexiness of his naked body.
It had been way too long since Brooke had any kind of physical release that wasn’t self induced. Even though she had been divorced only a few short weeks, it had been more than three months in the making. And suffice it to say any physical aspect of their marriage had long since been over. So Brooke was in need of some sort of physical intimacy. Those feelings of unfilled desire were the ones driving her now…or so she thought.
With a quick move of his hands Brooke was suddenly on top of him and much to his dismay still fully clothed. He made quick work of removing her t-shirt but snarled gruffly when he tried to remove her bra. “I hate these things. They are even harder to get off when you’re drunk.”
“Actually,” Brooke began purposefully as she reached back and swiftly unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry hands. “If I were drunk…the bra would have come off a lot easier,” she chuckled ruefully, capturing his lips in her own again.
“It came off pretty damn easily without you being drunk, my dear,” he teased against her lips, causing her to bite his lip playfully in return. “Be careful…I might think you like it rough.”
“Maybe I do,” she retorted with a confidence and sexuality that she never knew she had. Somehow this situation and being with David made her different. It made her confident and forward when she had never been. She actually really liked it.
“Well my little Brookie I find that hard to believe,” he whispered while slowly unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down her pale legs. Without a response, Brooke moved to fully remove the garment and then quickly straddle him again. His aching erection pushed teasingly at her sex.
She couldn’t believe how hard he was and she hadn’t even touched him. Maybe alcohol was like the drugs that they advertised on TV, she thought. But then as she thought back to the tour and the sight of Cookie in those teasingly tight pants she knew that his excitement had nothing to do with any foreign substance. His size and the way he often filled out his jeans with excitement showed her just how amazing his length truly was.
With his hands placed firmly at her waist, he flopped her back down on the bed and laid beside her, kissing her like crazy while running his fingertips along the softness of her inner thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat once again and her heart was beating so furiously she feared it would come flying out of her chest. Her head was dizzy with lust and her legs trembled with anticipation of what he was going to do with those very experienced fingers. He inched them closer to her still panty-covered sex. She was a little embarrassed at her choice in underwear, granny panties, because she hadn’t really expected anyone to see them that night beside herself. But David’s cocky, lopsided grin eased her nerves as he quickly divested her of them, leaving both of them completely naked and wanton.
Part: 3/?
Rating: NC-17... just to be safe
Pairing: David Cook/ Brooke White
Summary: Brooke tries her best to sleep innocently next to a drunken David, but her best efforts just don't seem to work.
“Just go to sleep,” Brooke whispered out loud to herself as she crawled into bed and reached over to turn off the light next to the bed. But as she did David stirred again and sighed gruffly. She scurried to finish turning the light off and pulled the covers tightly to her body.
“A man rests his eyes for a second and you think he’s ready for bed?” he chuckled. His deep, husky voice sending shivers along her skin. It was something she wasn’t used to, but was beginning to thoroughly enjoy.
“You need to sleep it off,” she admonished as she pulled the covers tighter to her body, not sure why she suddenly felt so naked. Even through the darkness that had invaded the small room she could feel his eyes on her.
“Ok…” he agreed reluctantly, “but can a man at least get some covers?”
“What my favorite fuzzy blanket isn’t good enough for you?” Brooke chuckled softly before pulling the covers up and allowing him to crawl underneath them with her. As she watched him crawl below the covers her breath hitched in her throat and caused her to cough quickly.
“Are you ok?” he asked, trying to place a hand on her shoulder, but instead he clumsily missed and landed on her chest instead.
Brooke coughed again, but this time it was with surprise. Even through two layers of clothing, her bra and t-shirt, she could feel the warmth of his large, calloused hand. It felt insanely wonderful.
“Fine,” she managed to eek out as she stared up at the ceiling, hoping the ache that had begun to pulse between her legs would dissipate. There is no way she would be able to get to sleep thinking about him touching her again. If it didn’t disappear soon she would have to end up sleeping in the bathtub instead.
For fear of what would happen if she looked at him, she kept her eyes glued to the ceiling as he moved to lay on his side facing her. Even with her worry she couldn’t seem to pull herself away from his touch or to even tell him to stop. Without a word he slowly began to move the hand that still rested on her breast, kneading it softly. Brooke’s brain flooded with a million thoughts. But the one that stuck out the most, the one she was going to let take over, was how amazing his gentle groping felt.
An involuntary moan escaped her lips as he increased his speed and then moved to the other unattended breast. He continued kneading it until he felt her harden underneath just his touch. He smirked cockily and suddenly pushed the covers back.
“David,” Brooke whimpered, unable to utter anything else. She wasn’t sure if she was saying his name to get him to stop or to urge him on. He took it as the later and moved to lie on top of her, creating an incredibly sexy sound to drip from her lips. To squelch any protests David captured her lips in a feverish kiss.
“Brooke,” he moaned against her lips, illustrating that even in his drunken state he knew exactly what woman he was kissing.
Their kisses, deep and wet, were the culmination of months of friendship and support. Her lips moving in time with his was a mutual agreement. Whatever was going on in their lives, her divorce and his breakup, would be forgotten tonight in the haze of deep kisses and warm bodies.
As the pace of their kisses intensified, Brooke’s hands became tangled in his sweaty hair. She ran her fingers roughly through the disheveled locks and scratched his scalp possessively. His full lips and erotic kisses seemed to possess her, making her feel sexy and aggressive. It was that feeling that drove her to move her hands from his messy hair to his broad chest. David hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she was doing, but eased back into her as he felt her hands move deftly underneath his t-shirt.
Her trembling hands worked their way across the skin of his slightly muscular chest down to curve of his tummy. She took a feverish pleasure in the feel of his body and how her touches were affecting him. His erection brushed against her thigh and emitted a warmth that flooded her brain with even more salacious thoughts.
“Brooke,” he murmured again huskily as he leaned back and let her remove his shirt. As soon as the offending garment was gone Brooke helped him to quickly unbutton and unzip his slightly snug jeans. She knew from months on the tour that tight jeans always seemed to hug his body just right. It felt like she already knew what he looked like out of those jeans. But when he was finally naked she was more than pleasantly surprised. The splinters of moonlight shining through the windows illuminated his pale form and made her audibly moan with the shear sexiness of his naked body.
It had been way too long since Brooke had any kind of physical release that wasn’t self induced. Even though she had been divorced only a few short weeks, it had been more than three months in the making. And suffice it to say any physical aspect of their marriage had long since been over. So Brooke was in need of some sort of physical intimacy. Those feelings of unfilled desire were the ones driving her now…or so she thought.
With a quick move of his hands Brooke was suddenly on top of him and much to his dismay still fully clothed. He made quick work of removing her t-shirt but snarled gruffly when he tried to remove her bra. “I hate these things. They are even harder to get off when you’re drunk.”
“Actually,” Brooke began purposefully as she reached back and swiftly unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry hands. “If I were drunk…the bra would have come off a lot easier,” she chuckled ruefully, capturing his lips in her own again.
“It came off pretty damn easily without you being drunk, my dear,” he teased against her lips, causing her to bite his lip playfully in return. “Be careful…I might think you like it rough.”
“Maybe I do,” she retorted with a confidence and sexuality that she never knew she had. Somehow this situation and being with David made her different. It made her confident and forward when she had never been. She actually really liked it.
“Well my little Brookie I find that hard to believe,” he whispered while slowly unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down her pale legs. Without a response, Brooke moved to fully remove the garment and then quickly straddle him again. His aching erection pushed teasingly at her sex.
She couldn’t believe how hard he was and she hadn’t even touched him. Maybe alcohol was like the drugs that they advertised on TV, she thought. But then as she thought back to the tour and the sight of Cookie in those teasingly tight pants she knew that his excitement had nothing to do with any foreign substance. His size and the way he often filled out his jeans with excitement showed her just how amazing his length truly was.
With his hands placed firmly at her waist, he flopped her back down on the bed and laid beside her, kissing her like crazy while running his fingertips along the softness of her inner thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat once again and her heart was beating so furiously she feared it would come flying out of her chest. Her head was dizzy with lust and her legs trembled with anticipation of what he was going to do with those very experienced fingers. He inched them closer to her still panty-covered sex. She was a little embarrassed at her choice in underwear, granny panties, because she hadn’t really expected anyone to see them that night beside herself. But David’s cocky, lopsided grin eased her nerves as he quickly divested her of them, leaving both of them completely naked and wanton.