Chapter 25
twenty-five
. . .
Bridger
Fucking hell.
I’d just had the best sex of my life, and my dick hadn’t even been inside her yet.
Well, it had been between her lips, which was a spectacular experience.
I’d never been a fan of the sixty-nine position, because I liked to be in control when I was with a woman.
But for whatever reason, it was hot as hell that she was riding my face with my dick in her mouth. And she took every last drop that I gave her.
She slowed her movements, and I took the opportunity to lift her the slightest bit, missing her taste and her scent the minute it wasn’t right there.
She climbed off of me and turned around, her pretty blue eyes wide, lips plump and swollen, hair falling free of the knot tied at the nape of her neck.
“There’s two,” I said. My voice was barely recognizable.
Had I ever come so hard in my life?
“You are a man of your word, Bridger Chadwick.”
“And you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, Emilia.”
The corners of her lips turned up as a big smile spread across her face. “Really?”
“Have you never been told that before?”
“Umm… no. I’ve never been told that before.” She chuckled and then looked around awkwardly.
“Is this too much?” I asked, because I knew this wasn’t the norm for her, and she appeared nervous all of a sudden.
“Is it too much for you?” she asked.
I barked out a laugh. This was my wheelhouse. I loved sex without strings. “Nope. But you seem a little—unsure.”
“No. I mean, this might be my new favorite thing. I’ve clearly been missing out.” She shrugged as she pulled the blanket over her waist. “I just wasn’t sure what we do next.”
I used my hand to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. “What would you like to do?”
“Well, I’d like to finish off this fling with a bang. Literally and figuratively.” Her cheeks turned bright pink. “I mean, we’re here. We’ve already got the ball rolling, right?”
Damn. Emilia Taylor was fucking cute as hell. Something I normally didn’t find attractive, but watching her all flushed and frustrated about whether or not we were going to fuck was damn cute.
I didn’t need to answer. I’d already made it clear that I wanted her. She’d just said she wanted me, too.
There was too much talking.
Not enough fucking.
I pushed to my feet and let my pants and briefs fall to the floor. Her eyes widened, and I tore my sweater over my head. She started to remove her sweater as well, and I crawled toward her on the bed, my gaze locking with hers.
“I’ll be peeling the rest of your clothing off so I can see your perfect tits.” I motioned for her to raise her arms as I slowly lifted her sweater over her head and tossed it on the floor. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined these tits of yours?”
She shook her head no as I let one of the straps of her bra fall down her shoulder, and then the next. I covered one breast with my mouth, right over the lacy fabric of her bra, and sucked.
Hard.
She gasped and arched into me as I lowered the fabric even more and flicked her hard peak with my tongue. I unsnapped her bra and let it fall on the bed as she fell back, and I hovered above her, licking and sucking her pink nipples.
I’d never seen anything more perfect.
“I could spend all night right here,” I said as I pulled back to look at her.
Her breaths were coming hard and fast once again. She was so responsive, and I fucking loved it. She reached between us, wrapping her hand around my dick.
I sucked in a breath.
I was just as responsive to her as she was to me.
“I want you,” she whispered against my ear.
I moved off the bed, grabbed my pants, and found the condom in my wallet. I tore it between my teeth, then wasted no time covering myself as quickly as possible.
I crawled back on the bed, flipping us both over and settling her on top of me. “You’re going to ride me and set the pace.”
She nodded, her chest rising and falling, skin flushed pink.
She reached for me, teasing the tip of my dick at her entrance. She moved down just the slightest bit and gasped. “It’s not going to fit.”
I ran my thumbs over her nipples as goose bumps spread down her chest and arms. “It’ll fit, angel. Just take your time. That’s why you’re on top.”
She blew out a breath, moving down a little bit more.
Fuuuuck.
She was tight and wet, and it took everything I had in me not to take charge.
I’d always been in charge during sex.
But I knew this girl was different.
She’d need to set the pace.
I reached up and pulled her face down to mine, knowing that if my mouth was on hers, she’d relax.
And that’s exactly what she did.
My tongue slipped inside as she started to slide down my cock.
Inch by glorious inch.
I tore the knot at the nape of her neck completely free, my fingers tangling in her long hair.
And then she pulled back. She let out a long, labored breath as she took me all the way in.
Her eyes were hazy and at half-mast as she looked down at me.
“Look at you, angel. Taking all of me like my cock was made for you.”
She smiled, her tongue peeking out and sliding between her lips.
The move was so sexy I nearly came right there.
But her hands found mine, interlacing our fingers, as she started to slide up and down.
Slowly at first.
And then we found our rhythm.
Our breaths were the only audible sounds in the room.
She moved quicker, her back arching in invitation. I sat forward, wrapping my lips around her perfect breasts. Switching from one to the next.
I gripped her hips as I fucked her relentlessly.
Over and over.
Our bodies covered in a layer of sweat.
“Please,” she begged, and I fucking loved it.
I felt her tighten around me, and I moved my thumb to her clit.
Knowing just what she needed.
I applied just the right amount of pressure, and I pulled back to look at her.
I wanted to watch her fall apart on my cock.
Her tits bounced, her hair falling down her back tickling the tops of my thighs, and her hands found mine.
“Yes, yes, Bridger,” she cried out as she shattered around me. I pulled my hand from hers, gripping her hips hard as I plunged into her once more.
Twice.
And on the third thrust, I exploded.
A gruff sound left my throat as I growled her name and buried my face in her neck.
She leaned down, kissing me hard, as we both rode out every last bit of pleasure.
She fell forward on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her as we caught our breath.
Normally, I’d be planning my departure about now.
But I didn’t feel any sense of urgency.
Her cheek rested on my chest, and then she peeked up at me. “Hi.”
Flecks of amber and honey sparkled in her blue eyes as the light from the moon came in through the window.
“Hey.” I narrowed my gaze, wondering if she would freak out about what had just happened.
And then she slipped off of me and rolled onto her back. I pushed to stand and made my way to the bathroom, where I tossed the condom in the trash can and took a piss before splashing some water on my face.
When I walked back in the room, I was surprised that she was out of bed and wearing the hotel robe.
“So, thanks for coming,” she said, and then her head fell back in a fit of giggles and she made her way toward the door. “I guess that works in more ways than one.”
What the fuck. She couldn’t get me out of here fast enough.
I slipped my briefs on and grabbed my pants, pulling them up and buttoning them as quickly as I could. I didn’t even have my sweater on when she pulled open the door.
Jesus.
Talk about getting your ass kicked to the curb.
“You’re good?” I asked as I stopped in front of her, my sweater still in my hand.
“I’m fabulous. Thanks for the orgasms. I feel like a new woman.” She shrugged. “I might have to find me a random lover whenever I visit a new country.”
A random lover?
“I’m far from random.” I gave her a look and leaned over her, my arm pressed against the door above her head, caging her in. “And I don’t recommend picking up random lovers in new countries.”
Her tongue moved along her bottom lip, and then she smiled. “I’m just saying. No-strings-attached sex is fabulous. I don’t know why I’ve been living with so many rules all these years.”
Her hair was a wild mess of freshly fucked waves falling around her shoulders.
Hell, I wasn’t ready to leave. I was hoping for round two.
And I sure as fuck did not want to hear about her plans to have sex with other men.
This is unexpected.
Why the fuck did I care?
I was just about to ask her if she’d like another go at it—you know, to get all thoughts of other men out of her mind—when she pressed her hands on my chest. “It’s been real, Chadwick. I’ll see you tomorrow after your meeting.”
She wanted me out of here.
I stepped back. “Sounds good. What are your plans for tomorrow while I’m gone?”
“I’m going to go explore Paris. Go see the Eiffel Tower. Maybe I’ll meet a handsome Frenchman at a cute coffee shop.” She chuckled.
What the fuck was going on here?
“You need to be careful. You’re in another country, and you don’t know anyone. Keep your phone on you, and I’ll be back around noon.”
“Don’t worry about me, lover boy. I’m going to be just fine.” She glanced at the doorway, as if she was encouraging me to step through it.
“All right. I’ll be in touch tomorrow. We’ll go check out the fireplace, and we can grab dinner after.”
“Sounds like a plan. Good night.”
Before I could even respond, she’d pushed the door closed.
I should’ve been happy. I didn’t want it to be weird. I didn’t want the girls to find out and be pissed off at me about it.
I walked next door to my room and tossed my key on the dresser.
I’d had a long day, and I was ready to take a shower and get in bed.
Alone.
Exactly the way I liked it.
So why the fuck was I still thinking about Emilia Taylor?