Page 25 of Renegade
“I’d know if you told me,” I reply.
“I can’t,” she says and gives me a weak smile.
“Brooklyn, did the idea of making a video with me turn you on?” Yep, I did it. I just put it out there. It probably isn’t what she’s thinking, but it’s still where my mind is.
She lifts her head and searches my eyes. “Yes,” she breathlessly replies and my cock springs back to life.
Fuck, this night is all over the place, but it’s going to end with me watching Brooklyn’s face while she comes undone.
Shit, why would I admit that to him? It’s like he would know I was lying if I said no. When I walked into his room, I was blown away from what I saw. I’ve never seen a camera in a bedroom before, never mind set up the way they are. The longer I stood there looking around, the more the idea of being in that bed having sex with Fitz, while it was being recorded, turned me on. He was right on point when he made those comments in the bedroom. I had no choice but to run out of there. Now, here we are and I go and tell him that it turned me on.
He searches my face as his hand lazily trails my arm, making my nipples once again hard. “Brooklyn, what’s your favorite position?” he asks, with lust clear in his eyes.
“Fitz, I don’t want to talk about that,” I say, feeling the burn in my face. It’s just not me, I don’t just talk about sex like this.
He smiles and moves a bit closer to my face. “I don’t think you give things enough of a chance. Talking about sex is hot,” he says.
I can’t disagree, because just listening to him say that turns me on. Making me think things that I shouldn’t be and want things I’ll never have. I’m sure he can see the lust in my eyes as well and it terrifies me, yet I can’t turn away. I’m drawn to what he will say or do next.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and gets up and walks toward his bedroom.
My body burns with the need for release. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been and he’s not even touching me. It’s the thoughts alone that are making this happen. My panties are soaked with my arousal, my breast are heavy with desire and my skin tingles with want. This is not my normal reaction to Hank, at all. Even when we are having sex I don’t feel like this. It confuses me more than anything and I get pissed at myself for letting the thought of Hank enter my mind. Which is absurd.
Fitz returns and sits next to me and the first thing I see is a DVD in his hand. Part of me wants to run out the door and part of me wants to see everything. “Brooklyn, will you watch this with me?” he asks, holding up the DVD.
“I don’t know, Fitz,” I say, honestly.
“Stop overthinking things. For once in your life, let your body tell you what to do,” he whispers, seductively. I look from the DVD to him several times, before I nod my head. He gets a huge smile on his face and rests his strong hand on my bare thigh. “Before I put it in, I want to ask you something. It’s personal and I know at first you are going to want to either slap me or run out of here, but think about what I said about your body telling you what to do.”
“Alright.” I’m sure it’s something that will make me want to run, but damn it there is something about him that keeps me seated.
“Do you ever touch yourself?” he asks and, he was right, I’m ready to run.
I can feel not only my face, but my chest as well burning with embarrassment. The answer is what is most embarrassing and I don’t think I want to answer it. “Fitz, I can’t.”
He lifts my chin and grins at me. “Tell me Brooklyn. Tell me how you touch yourself to make yourself come,” he demands in a firm, yet soft voice.
I close my eyes and swallow the embarrassment. “I don’t touch myself,” I whisper so quietly I don’t even know if he’s heard me.
“That is something that needs to be rectified and I mean right now,” he says and sits back a bit. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him.
The sight of seeing his bare chest for the first time makes me need to squeeze my thighs together. He has a six pack and I want to reach my hands out and touch every inch of his exposed flush. My roaming eyes notice that he has a small tattoo on his chest. It’s simple script that reads ‘Fitzgerald’, his last name and it’s so hot. I can’t pull my eyes away from looking at him that is until he chuckles. I snap my eyes to his face and he winks. “Sorry,” I say, feeling like a complete fool.
“Hey, don’t apologize. I don’t think anyone’s eye fucked me like that before.” He moves his head so that he looks right at me. “It was hot.” I chew on my lip and he reaches up and releases it. “When you do that, it makes me want to suck it into my mouth.”
“Fitz, please. You shouldn’t be saying that to me,” I say, but holy shit does it make me wish he’d do it.
“I shouldn’t do a lot of things. Like tell you that I want to watch you touch yourself while you watch this video,” he says, rubbing my leg.
“No way. Nothing like that can happen,” I say with arousal in my voice.
He removes his hand and shakes his head. “I’m sorry Brooklyn. I just got caught up in the moment. I’m crossing a line here and I promised you I wouldn’t do that.” He moves my hair off my shoulder and lets his fingers linger there. “We don’t need to watch this or do anything.”
I’m so grateful he’s said it, yet full of disappointment at the same time. I know damn well if I wasn’t with Hank, I would probably be half naked already. Which is so unlike me, so unlike the girl that came out here just a few days ago. It’s Fitz, he does these things to me, things I’ve never known and damn it, I like it.
I stand up and he looks at me with a sadness in his eyes. “I think it’s best if I just go back to Poppy’s,” I say.
He stands up and grabs his black shirt off the floor pulling it back on. “I totally understand. Let me call my car service to take you. The paparazzi are probably out there, so I’ll take you out the back,” he says, going to get his phone.