Chapter 65
CHAPTER 65
NORTH CAROLINA
“ W hat is it?” Bryson said, concerned.
He pulled at Adria’s arm, trying to remove it.
Don’t hide from me.
Adria sighed into her arm before peeking an eye out and saying, “That makes this harder.”
“What?” he asked, confused.
She pointed to the two of them. “This.”
Bryson’s gears were working double time. She was being so weird. Finally, he said, “You felt more comfortable being with me, thinking I had someone else?”
She covered her face with her other arm, shaking her body from side to side. “I don’t do things like this,” she said into her arms, “EVER.”
Bryson ran his fingers along her middle. On her right thigh was a tattoo of small white flowers with yellow centers.
“Are you saying you only wanted to do this because you thought I was with someone else? I mean, besides my brothers? Another girl?” Bryson’s lips twitched as he said it .
“I’m aware I’m fucked up,” she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice.
Pulling at her arms, she relaxed, revealing her cute little face. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, leaning down to give her another kiss. His body flared to life as her lips parted, allowing him in like she had before. But this time, it was slow.
Every time Adria tried to pull him in or rush him, Bryson pulled away, kissing and licking her until she squirmed under him.
“I thought you were going to let me have control,” she pouted.
He gave her a wicked grin. “Let you? Gorgeous, I don’t fall easy, you’re gonna have to take it.”
She licked her lips and sucked in a breath before her eyes narrowed. Her hand pushed hard on his chest, but he didn’t give her an inch. He didn’t have to pretend with her. Didn’t have to give her control.
Adria could take it, all on her own.
Not missing a beat, her hand shot out, grabbing his hardening cock. Her fingernails digging into his balls, and Bryson had to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” she said.
“Those are my sounds. I earned them,” she said, giving him a twist.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, as pain and pleasure ripped through him.
“Get off of me, handsome, and I might go easy on you,” she said.
Bryson moved off of her, which was difficult as her hand didn’t leave him.
“Go, sit on the chair.”
It didn’t take long before Bryson’s ankles and arms were tied to the wooden chair beneath him .
“Red, yellow and green,” Adria said, her hand snaking around his throat, pulling his gaze to hers.
“I won’t need them,” he said, certain.
“But you know what they are and how to use them?” she said.
He nodded.
She slapped him hard across the face, and he got the message. “Green means go, yellow is slow, and red means stop,” he said, feeling his cheek flush from the impact.
She nodded, satisfied.
It was a signal. Her giving him safe words meant he no longer belonged to her by contract. When they played now, it was because they both chose to.
Stradling him, she lowered herself, arms around his neck, moving her hips until his tip was just at her entrance.
“I don’t want anything between us either. I’ve been tested, and I’m on birth control. But if you want, I can get a condom.”
Bryson couldn’t think of anything he wanted less. “No.” His voice was gravel, and his arms strained against the ropes, dying to be wrapped around her.
She lowered herself a fraction of an inch, and Bryson’s hips flexed, trying to thrust into her.
“Freeze.”
Her voice not only held him in place, but the command moved through him, touching his body in all the right places.
“Do not move a muscle, or I’ll get up right now and leave you here until you ship out tomorrow morning.”
Bryson forced his muscles to relax. His pelvis listened, but his arms had a mind of their own. Straining, they demanded to be wrapped around her.
She lowered again, and her heat folding around him. He kept his eyes glued to hers as she moved him inside her .
Fuck, she was so damn hot.
Another inch and Adria leaned against him. Bryson felt her trembling, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Her breath hot on his neck.
“Adria, you’re killing me,” he said.
Her eyes met his, and they burned with an intensity that made Bryson dizzy.
“Tell me, handsome, tell me what you need,” she said into his neck.
Bryson needed to break this chair into a million pieces. Pick her up and take care of her. Push inside of her so deep that she arched under him. That’s what he needed, but it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
Her warmth left his body as she moved away.
Bryson’s body arched, following hers. “Please,” he pleaded.
“Remember when I tied you up and pressed my vibrator against your cock?”
Bryson moaned. How could he forget? It was the single most painful and pleasurable experience of his life.
Adria played with his earlobe. “Tell me what you want right now, or I’ll get that vibrator out and you can say goodbye to being inside me.”
The gasket blew, and Bryson didn’t censor his words. “I want to rip these ropes off and carry you to the bed.”
Her entrance was back on him. Her arms wrapping around his neck.
“I want to taste you, be inside of you.”
The words fell out.
“Slam into you, fill you.”
“Serve you.”
“Ruin you.”
Adria slammed her hips into him, and his cock roared to life inside her.
She slammed down again, her slick folds tightening around him, milking him .
He shook his head, sure he was going to come right there.
Count backwards from one hundred. Baseball batting averages. Mascots. What is an Illini anyway? Cold showers.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” she said, snapping his attention back to her. Her hips moving devilishly slow.
“Because you seem to like this?”
He did like this.
She slapped him again, and her nails raked against his shoulders.
“I love this,” he said.
I love you.
Moving her hands to his chest, she squeezed his nipples until he flexed into her.
In the last of the day’s dying light, she rode him, folding herself into him or leaning back, giving him a view of her perfect breasts. Bryson was helpless beneath her, allowing her to use him.
Her black hair fell into her face as she gave him a breathless smile, then flashed a piece of metal. In an instant, his hands were free.
Adria leaned to the sides, cutting his legs loose as well.
He watched her in awe. She never failed to surprise him.
“Carry me to the bed, stallion. Show your Mistress how much you want her.”
Bryson didn’t wait for her to change her mind. His hands wrapped around her middle, pulling her into him. Dying to be closer to her.
Her warmth permeated his very core.
Carrying her to the bed, he lowered the two of them with careful ease.
Adria’s eyes narrowed, and she said, “I’m not made of glass, Bryson. You’re leaving tomorrow. I want to feel you well after you’ve gone. ”
Fuck, if she wanted to feel him.
A feral cry broke his lips as he thrust into her. Her entire body trembled beneath him, and her soft cry hit him like lightning.
“I’m going to come, Goddess,” he said, hitting her again.
Her canal tightened around him, and his grip on reality loosened.
“No, you won’t. Not until I’ve had my fill,” Adria said.
He didn’t think it was possible, but because she said it, he believed it.
Bryson hammered into her, feeling her clench around him. Pounding harder, the sound of their flesh slapping together was paired with her delicious cries.
Bryson’s cock ached, and his body screamed for release. Wrapping his hand around her neck, he forced her green eyes to look up at him. He was falling, and he needed to see her. Needed to know that the two of them were plummeting together.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and he squeezed harder. “Adria, look at me.”
“Bryson,” she said, eyes opening. “I’m close.”
Bryson ground his teeth together, determined to bring her there.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her body to his. Every part of them touching. He rocked with her until he felt her final clench around him. She didn’t scream into the room, but instead clung to him like she was drowning.
He felt her body go limp in his embrace, and when her last throes of pleasure were done, he let go of the small thread of control holding himself together. Catching her mouth in a kiss that engulfed them. Pouring himself into her .
If they were going to be apart tomorrow, he wanted her to feel him, mind, body and soul.
“Why do I feel like you are saying goodbye?” she asked, breathless.
He collapsed next to her, hand cupping her face. “Why do I feel like you aren’t?”