23. River
River
T he slam of the door is loud in the silent room. Kai’s hands are already up. Give him a minute. He did well.
Nodding, I look down at Briar. Jenson stripped her underwear from her, leaving her bare and tousled and still blissfully asleep, even after he fucked her like a man possessed.
And he looked at her face while he was doing it.
Held her fingers in his. Hell, he nearly kissed her. Something to consider later. When I don’t have a flawless, naked Briar in front of me.
“Fucking hell, Kai,” I breathe. “This was a fucking inspired idea.”
But only with her. She’s the only one who fits here – who I want to think of here, like this. I’m careful as I settle down beside her and prop my head onto my hand, still considering where to start. Her pretty breasts, maybe. Or her lips, plump and the lower one a little too full to be a perfect match for the other.
No.
I get to my knees, carefully dragging the sheet down, baring inch by inch of fucking glorious golden skin. My eyes keep flickering to hers, waiting for a noise, a movement, something that tells me she’s aware of what I’m doing.
There’s nothing. Only the small huffs of her breathing.
Despite everything – the discussions, the agreement, the back-and-forth, the checks – it feels wrong .
I have her permission. Her consent.
But just the thought has my head spinning as I push her legs open and look down, the groan pulled from my throat. “Jenson wasn’t exaggerating.”
My fingers reach for the thatch of black curls covering her, brushing them. “Get me some scissors.”
Kai appears at my shoulder less than a minute later, handing the small pair to me. I like her curls.
“I like them too,” I murmur, my smile spreading. “Don’t panic.”
Leaning forward, I roll my finger around one longer curl, and carefully snip it free.
Just one? Kai’s eyes are dark when I glance at him, his gaze focused on Briar’s cunt as I stretch out and lay the curl on her bedside table. I shrug, not answering.
My own little memento from tonight. A little piece of Briar Rose.
He retreats as I move down, pushing Briar’s legs further apart and using my shoulders to hold them in place. There’s no tension in her body. Nothing but pure, unaware submission as I look up from between her legs. “You watching this, Briar? Because I’m going to kiss your pretty pussy now. Lick it, and suck on your little clit, and fuck you with my tongue before I bury myself inside you.”
My cock is a solid, heavy weight between my legs as I settle in. My hands curve around her thighs, pinning her as I lean in and gently flick my tongue over her clit.
Fuuuuck.
Fuck this. I can’t be gentle. Not when I’m fucking ravenous for this girl. Have been since the moment I met her. I bury my face in her cunt, licking and tasting and nipping at her until her clit is a swollen bud that I wrap my lips around and carefully suckle. My fingers dig into the soft skin of her thighs, and the approving noises coming from my throat in the otherwise silent room only make me want her more.
I want her to wake up. Want to feel the shocked inhale as she realizes I’m between her legs, my mouth ravaging her cunt. It feels like a knife edge, a silent challenge that I can’t win. My hips pump into the bed, my cock already weeping.
Her thighs are red from my stubble when I pull back, and I run my lips over them in silent apology before sitting upright.
Head tilting to the side, I consider my options. I want her in every possible way. But for now—
She’s a soft, warm bundle in my arms as I slip my arm under her back and lift her up. Settling her against me, her head lolling against my shoulder, I spread my thighs wide to take her weight and nudge her onto my cock, using one hand to gently push her down until I’m sheathed inside her and my eyes are rolling back in my head.
One hand stays wrapped around Briar’s back, keeping her upright. The other I wrap around the back of her neck, holding her to me as I thrust upward, her legs draped loosely on either side of mine. “Fucking. Shit.”
She’s so fucking tight as I plunge into her sleeping body, my hold tightening as I pick up my speed until the slapping sound of our skin meeting fills the room.
From this angle, she’ll be able to see it all. See her bare back, my arms wrapped around her as I hold her in place. And she’ll be able to see my cock disappearing into her pussy, over and over again as I bury my face in her neck and keep thrusting, my body bucking upward.
Leaning forward, I slam my hand against the headboard and use the other to take her full weight. Briar’s head tips back, her eyes closed and her hair trailing over my knees as I fucking pound into her, my grunts and the slam of the headboard with my movement filling the air.
I’ve lived for thirty years without knowing this was waiting for me. And all of it feels like wasted opportunities as I stare at her face before ripping my gaze away.
I need this every fucking day. Morning, noon, night. And I don’t give a fuck if she’s sleeping or awake. I just need her.
My orgasm comes too fucking soon. I’m not ready to leave her yet. But I can’t stop it, my guttural cry buried in her neck as my thighs shake and my cum erupts from my cock, shooting into her pussy in jerking, desperate bursts. My movements gradually slow to gentle rocking motions, my cock softening while it’s still inside her.
Maybe Jenson had the right idea.
My eyes slip to the bedside table as I lay her down against the bed, her face turning to the side and her cheek pressed against the pillow. To the dark curl that I stole from her.
“I’ve taken something of yours,” I murmur. “You’re going to take something of mine.”
I don’t even know if Jenson came back, if it was too much for him, or if he’s watching as I shamelessly steal his idea and slip my fingers inside her, carefully collecting as much of my release as I can before nudging her lips open and rubbing myself on her tongue. Her lips.
I keep going. Rubbing myself on her body, her nipples, tracing her collarbones and leaving her sticky, unknowingly covered in my cum as I rub it into her skin.
When I’m done, I roll over to lay beside her, my breathing still uneven. It’s not from the sex. I could have stayed there all night, as long as I was inside Briar. This feels like something else. A shift in my brain chemistry. An alteration on the molecular level that has my head spinning as I force myself up and into the bathroom, running a clean washcloth under the warm water and trying to pull myself together before I stalk back out.
Kai watches me silently as I clean her up, wiping away the evidence of my time with her. I hate every fucking second of it.
When I’m done, the silence stretches out. I look over to Kai, the frown tugging at my lips. There’s no sign of Jenson. “You good?”
He nods. I can see the yearning in his eyes as he grips the arm of the chair, his patience pushed to the limit as he watched both Jenson and I.
Kai has his own plans. Plans that might hurt my chest, if I thought too deeply about it. Nodding, I straighten. “Message if you need us.”
I’m going to find Jenson. Something tells me he’s ass-deep in alcohol right now, and fuck me if that doesn’t sound like an excellent idea.