Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Claire
I can’t believe this is finally happening.
I’m nervous, though, still not quite able to believe that Bryce wants someone like me, when he could have any girl. When I perch on the table, waiting for him to arrive, there’s a tiny part of me that still believes he might back out.
But when he comes through the door and I see his green gaze darken at the sight of me, my doubts disappear. He shrugs off his shirt, revealing his rippling abs.
“This is how you wanted me, isn’t it?” I feel like I’m flying. I’m already so wet, my nipples diamond-hard, begging to be released from my lace bra. He sweeps his hand across me, then kisses me.
I reach for the waistband of his trousers, but they’re already gone, swiftly followed by his underwear. He’s naked and magnificent. And in this moment, he’s mine.
I expect him to start undressing me right away, but instead he moves between my legs, pressing me back onto the table, kissing down my throat, across the lace of my bra.
He pulls down one cup so my nipple pops out.
He takes it in his mouth, sucking the tender peak, his hands brushing feather-like along my thighs in long strokes.
I’m desperate for more, for him to get on with the main event, but he seems to want to take things slow.
I push myself up, trying to undo my bra, but he shakes his head, pushing me back down again. He pulls the other cup down, squeezing my breasts together and tonguing both nipples, sucking and kissing me until I feel as though I’m on fire.
“Oh, god, Bryce,” I moan, writhing beneath him. His hard cock is pressing into me and I grind against it, wrapping my legs around him.
He lifts his head. I lie there, panting, my bra feeling like some sort of torture device around my ribs.
“Please take this thing off,” I say, pulling at the straps. “It’s strangling me.”
He grins, lifting me and reaching around the back, releasing me from my torment.
“It looks so fucking sexy when it’s on,” he says.
“But I don’t mind taking it off, if that’s what you want.
” His breath is coming harder as well, and I can feel how turned on he is.
I run my hands down his back, squeezing his ass, pushing my hips against his.
He rests his weight on me, propping himself on his elbows.
“So, Claire. This is all about you.” His gorgeous face hovers over mine, and he punctuates his words with kisses, strands of sandy-blond hair falling forward to tickle me. “You tell me what you want and I’ll do it. If it doesn’t feel good, tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”
“I just want you to fuck me,” I gasp. “That’s all.”
“Oh, I will,” he says. “But there’s plenty we can do between here and there.” He rocks his hips against me.
My head goes back and I moan. “Show me,” I say, trembling with anticipation. “I want to do it all.”
His gaze darkens again and he pulls back. His hands come to my lace thong, and I lift my hips as he slides it down my legs, tossing it to the side. He kisses me again, his mouth moving down my neck.
“I promised you, didn’t I, that I would make you wet.” His fingers part my folds, sliding through the slickness there. “That I would make you ready for me.”
“Oh … god, Bryce, ah, yes,” I moan, arching back.
“That I would fuck you”—a finger slides inside me—“on this table.”
“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore. I just don’t want him to stop.
“I’m going to break that promise.” The finger slides out of me.
“Wha—” I squeal as he scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through to my bedroom and dropping me on the bed. He lowers himself onto me, kissing me again.
“This is a lot more comfortable, don’t you think?” he murmurs against my lips. His hand is already sliding down the inside of my thigh, and I sigh in agreement as he pushes his finger inside me once more.
He is totally right. The bed is much nicer.
But I honestly would do it underwater at this point, I’m so desperate for him.
His finger moves in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit then pressing down.
He rolls to one side and I reach out, wrapping my hand around his dick.
He gently moves it away. “This is all about you,” he says again.
“Don’t worry about me. Believe me, I’m enjoying myself. ”
I gasp as a second finger joins the first, stretching me slightly.
Oh god. I push against his hand, my legs opening wide, my head going back.
His mouth comes to my nipple once more and I swear I’m going to black out from the intensity.
I can feel my orgasm building, and as he continues to fuck me with his hand, he presses down on my clit and I blow, quivering against him, crying out in ragged breaths.
His fingers slide out of me and his mouth covers mine.
He kisses me, and I hear the faint rustle of plastic, feel his hands moving down below.
“Are you ready for me?”
I nod, still panting. I think I might explode if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Slowly he moves until he’s poised above me, the tip of his cock nudging my opening.
“Remember, if this doesn’t feel right, if you want me to stop, just say.” There’s strain in his voice, the muscles in his arms trembling, and I get the sense of how much he’s holding back at the moment. I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to let go.
I wriggle down, slightly, so the tip of his cock goes inside me.
Oh god. It feels so … big. And so fucking good.
His lips part, his breathing quickening as he slowly pushes into me.
Oh god. I tense slightly, expecting pain like I’ve heard about, but all I get is a feeling of fullness, of being stretched.
I suppose with the fingers I’ve had inside me, my hymen is long gone.
I don’t miss it at all. Once he’s fully in, he stops moving, I guess so I can get used to how he feels. He feels like heaven.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe.
He pulls back, then thrusts into me again. Holy shit. Fingers are nothing compared to this. I moan, wrapping my legs around his back, digging my hands into his shoulders. And he starts to ride me, thrusting in and out, getting faster.
“Fuck, Claire,” he groans, hooking one arm under my leg, opening me even more to him.
Each thrust teases my clit, and I can feel the fire building again.
I moan even more, meeting his hips with my own, gasping in unison with him.
I’m so close to coming, the friction of his chest against my nipples, the muscles flexing beneath my hands, the clean salt and amber scent of him, the fucking amazing hardness pounding between my legs all swirling together in one massive hit of sensation.
A few moments later I tip over the edge, feeling myself tighten around his cock, moaning his name.
He strokes my hair, kissing me, riding me through every quivering aftershock.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come.” He groans as I dig my hands into his ass, grinding my hips against his, wanting him to feel what I feel.
He cries out, his cock throbbing inside me, then collapses down onto me, smoothing my hair, kissing me all over my face.
I do the same to him, almost crying at how fucking beautiful it was, how beautiful he is.
“Are you all right?” he says after a few moments. His green eyes are full of concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I got a bit carried away towards the end.”
“You didn’t hurt me. Not at all.” My groin is aching a little, but it’s just from the unfamiliar sensation rather than anything else. And the flickers of pleasure still rippling through me outweigh any soreness I might feel. “It was amazing.”
“Amazing, huh?” He grins. “Well, that’s a good start.”
“And I am officially, no technicalities, no longer a virgin.”
“No technicalities.” He pulls out of me, and I can feel him fumbling around as he removes the condom, putting it next to the bed. He lies down next to me again, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “You are, my darling, officially fucked.”
Bryce
I am also officially fucked.
Claire and I spend the rest of the day in bed, exploring each other.
It’s the best damn day I’ve had in a very long time.
I take my time, caressing, kissing and licking every part of her body until she’s quivering with need.
I bury my face in her fabulous tits, lick her clit until she screams and shudders, her hands in my hair, urging me not to stop. And I fuck her, several times.
I don’t want this to end.
I have to leave in a month, head back out on the circuit, and I want her to come with me. It feels selfish to ask her to uproot her life for me. But I find I am selfish when it comes to being with her.
Not in bed, though. I delight in watching her fall apart beneath me, above me, so fucking turned on by the noises she makes, the wetness and heat between her thighs.
I also enjoy the quiet times in between when we lie together skin-to-skin, our hands entwined, talking and kissing until passion takes us away again.
I lift my head, gazing up her body as though she is a goddess and I’m just a worshipper, my sole purpose to give her pleasure.
“What… Why are you stopping?” she gasps.
I don’t say anything, but rise up onto my knees, pulling her towards me and flipping her over.
I bend my head and nibble her luscious ass, lifting her hips so she’s on her knees as well, presented to me like a delicious dinner.
Of course I’m going to dine. I lick her from clit to opening, sliding my tongue in and out of her.
My dick is so hard again I feel like I’m going to explode.
I reach for another condom, rolling it on.
Claire glances back at me, her ocean eyes so deep and dark, her pink lips parted.
“Stay where you are.” I move into position, the head of my cock teasing her opening.
She disobeys, of course, pushing her hips back so I slide into her, flashing me another wicked glance. Fuck. She is so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect in every way.
She moans, her head dropping forward. I lean over her, my hand coming around to strum her clit. She tries to move her hips, but she can’t.
“Oh god, Bryce. Fuck… I just… Please.”
“Please?” I’m so turned on by her I’m going to come in a minute. But I hold it, just a little longer, still playing with her.
“Fuck me, please,” she breathes, with another glance of those ocean eyes.
I pull out, almost all the way, then thrust back into her again.
She groans, her legs parting even more. I am almost undone.
I grab her hips and start fucking her properly, long smooth strokes that make her pant and moan.
I’ve never had sex like this, never had it so good, so intense.
I want to do it forever, want to discover all the different ways I can make her come, make us come together.
My phone buzzes.
I ignore it. It’s probably Matt, giving me shit for not coming home last night. I focus on Claire, on the curve of her back, her smooth skin, the way she tightens around me.
It buzzes again and I falter in my rhythm.
Claire pushes back against me and I find it once more, my orgasm building like a tidal wave.
She comes first, her head going back, crying my name.
I reach around and play with her clit again, prolonging the pleasure for her.
She’s so fucking hot and wet, trembling against me.
I start thrusting again, faster, and she meets me all the way, as hard as I can give it.
I grip her harder as the orgasm hits, washing through me, overwhelming me like the heaviest surf.
This woman. What is she doing to me? I finish and pull out of her.
She drops onto her front, panting. I get rid of the condom, adding it to the small pile next to the bed, then flop down next to her.
She turns her head, one sleepy blue eye glancing at me.
“I am wrecked,” she says. “But in the best way. Thank you.”
“Thank you?” No one has ever thanked me for sex before.
“You were right about the bed. Much more comfortable than the table.” Her words are slightly slurred, her whole body soft with relaxation.
“No splinters in that gorgeous arse of yours, either,” I say, smoothing my hand over it.
She huffs out a small laugh. Her eyes are already closing. I brush the hair back from her brow, then put my arm over her, pulling her close. She is loose, soft, as she tumbles against me, her head coming to rest on my chest.
I wrap my arms around her, letting my breathing slow with hers. Her head becomes heavier. When I’m sure she’s asleep I pick up my phone.
The texts aren’t from Matt. I tense, my good feelings sliding away.
They’re from Mum.
I think she’s gone back to him.
You need to come home.