Chapter 16 #2
He groaned, and with a few more strokes, he lost it. Warm ropes of come hit my chest as he gripped the edge of the chair, chanting, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” until he slumped forward, spent.
He took a few deep breaths, and I felt as if I was waiting for the dust to settle. Waiting to see what happened now. Where we went from here.
And then his deep chuckle threaded through the night air. It was sexy as hell. Getting to see him like this—lost to me—was everything.
His eyes were dark when he took in my chest, covered with his release. He brushed his lips against mine. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
He grabbed my hand and towed me to the bathroom, looking back at me every few seconds as if to check I was still there.
He flipped on the shower, and I balanced against the counter, trying to unbuckle my strappy sandals.
I was still feeling off-kilter, still trying to wrap my head around this version of Frasier.
Well, that and the fact that I’d seen my best friend naked.
I knew what he looked like when he came. I knew the sounds he made when his release overpowered him. And his come was still painted on my chest, marking me.
Frasier kneeled before me. “Let me.”
I clutched the edge of the counter while he lifted my foot onto his thigh, sliding his hands down my calves to my ankle in a sensual move that had my body going haywire.
It felt as if my earlier orgasm—powerful as it was—was merely a warm-up for something even bigger.
He unbuckled my sandal, nostrils flaring.
I ran my fingers through his hair, still getting used to the fact that I could touch him like this. Be with him like this.
He set my sandal aside then moved to my other foot, repeating the process from before but adding a kiss this time to the inside of my knee.
He removed that shoe and then returned my foot to his thigh before smoothing his hands up to my hips.
He dotted my hips with kisses, my lower abdomen.
I relaxed into the intimacy of the moment, massaging his scalp.
When he peered up at me, it was with a question in his eyes and so much desire it made my chest ache. I nodded, and he used his thumbs to spread my folds. I tightened my grip on the counter, reveling in the groan that rumbled through him. It was so…possessive. So full of desire. For me.
And then, he leaned forward and licked up my slit, flattening his tongue against my clit. My body was hypersensitive, but Frasier was gentle. I dropped my head back, about to lose my grip on reality, not to mention the counter.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He lapped and sucked and feasted on me as if I were his favorite meal. “You taste so good. So sweet.” He dipped his finger inside me then lifted it to my mouth, slick with desire. “Taste.”
I opened my mouth, eyes locked on his as I sucked his finger clean. His hair was a mess from my fingers, his lips glossy with my desire. He moaned when I hollowed out my cheeks, his cock already growing hard once more. I blinked a few times, stunned by how quickly he’d recovered.
He picked me up and hauled me into the shower, kissing me roughly against the wall. The cool tile was a stark contrast to the warm water cascading over our intertwined bodies, making us hot and slick. His hands were everywhere. Caressing my back, my ass, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples.
It was almost as if he couldn’t touch enough of me fast enough. He growled against my lips, our movements no longer sweet and slow. But needy. Impatient.
I didn’t want sweet and slow. I wanted wild and unrestrained. I wanted…
When his cock nudged my entrance, I gasped, then bit down on his lip. “That feels…so good,” I said, barely able to force the words out. I was so close to sinking down on his length.
With my back braced against the wall, he reached under my leg to tease my clit. “You’re so wet for me, angel. So perfect. Do you want to show me how well you’ll take my cock?”
I bit my lip and nodded, loving his filthy words and the confidence with which he spoke them. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted me.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes. Please.” I didn’t care that it sounded like I was begging.
He rested his forehead against mine. “Let me grab a condom. I saw one in the intimacy kit.”
“Actually, Allie and Kit gifted us with an entire box.”
He chuckled. “No shit?”
I nodded. “They’re in the gift bag in the bedroom.”
I trusted Frasier, and I didn’t want anything between us. But I’d stopped taking birth control, and I hadn’t restarted. There hadn’t been any need to—until now.
I watched Frasier as he rushed across the bathroom, returning quickly with the box of condoms. I loved that he was just as desperate as me, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He tore open a condom and rolled it on. His forearms and abs flexed from the movement. God, that was hot.
Frasier stepped back under the spray, grinning when he saw me waiting impatiently for him. I was running my hands over my breasts, imagining they were his. He’d said he couldn’t get enough of me, and I knew exactly how he felt. Because I needed him.
He cupped the back of my neck, our bodies sliding against each other as we kissed and kissed and kissed.
It could’ve been five minutes or five hours—I lost track of time.
His hand was on my thigh, pulling me up on his hip.
I tugged on his hair, drawing his lower lip between my teeth as he rolled his body against mine.
“Frasier?” I asked, growing impatient as we continued to rub against each other.
“Yeah.” He sounded drowsy, almost drugged, his movements matching.
“Enough teasing. I want to feel you inside me.” I gripped his ass, digging my nails into the rounded muscles there.
“I’m completely at your mercy,” he said, repeating his words from the other day.
He mapped my curves with his hands, picking me up once more. His chest and shoulder muscles flexed from the effort, and I held on tight as he lined himself up with me. Then, I was sinking down onto him, groaning at the fullness.
“So good,” I gasped. “So…much.” The sensations. The intimacy. All of it.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, resting his forehead against mine. “You feel incredible.” He kissed me, drinking deeply before nipping at my lip. Then he began to move, slow and gentle. It was as if he was trying not to break me. “Are you okay?”
I wanted to laugh. I was more than okay. And while I appreciated his concern, it was unnecessary.
“Frasier.” I tilted my forehead to his, meeting his eyes. Water droplets clung to his lashes, and he’d never been more beautiful than he was in that moment. “I don’t want gentle.” I cupped his cheek. “I want you. All of you.”
“Fuck me,” he murmured. And I grinned.
And then he started moving, pumping into me, and it was all I could focus on.
Water rained down on us, and our bodies found their own rhythm.
I could feel the force of his hips, the strength of his quads, glutes, and core.
Part of me wished I could see our reflection because I could only imagine how hot he looked right now.
“That’s it, Bryn. You feel so good.” He grazed my shoulder with his teeth, and it felt like a million nerve endings lit up inside me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, holding on tight. Everything felt so intense. So full. The glide of his body. The warmth of the water and our slick skin. I was chasing that high again, and he was right there with me.
“Oh. My god. Frasier,” I gasped.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “That’s it, angel.”
He slid all the way out of me before pounding back into me, teasing my clit with every forceful thrust. It was wild and chaotic and beautiful.
When his teeth grazed my shoulder again, I was done for. I called out his name as my orgasm overpowered me. It bubbled up, fizzing through me like I had champagne in my veins. My vision went dark, my mouth going dry.
That first orgasm had been like a seismic shift—a rumble beneath the ground. But this one…this one was earth-shattering. It broke me apart, all the pieces of me floating away to be reshaped into something new.
Frasier followed me a moment later, his fingers digging into my hips as he grunted out his release. It was intense, the aftershocks still making me quiver.
Eventually, we stilled. His forehead was touching mine, his eyes closed. His breath was ragged, his face full of an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
“Hey,” I said in a soft tone. Was he having regrets? “Are you okay?”
He chuckled, the sound hoarse. “Yeah, angel. I’m okay. More than okay. Are you?”
I smiled as he set me back down, cupping my cheeks. “I’m…” I wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened. How we’d gone from a flirty game of truth or dare to one of the hottest experiences of my life, but I wasn’t mad about it.
“Bryn?” His eyes searched mine, concern at the forefront.
I smiled, partly to reassure him. But partly because it felt good. “I’m great.”
He kissed me again, a quick peck. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
“Yeah.” I smirked, giving the shower a pointed look. “I’ve heard that one before.”
He gave my ass a playful smack. I stuck my tongue out at him. He narrowed his eyes and reached for me. I tried to dodge him, but he was too fast. He pulled me into his arms, holding me to him. And as our eyes met, something passed between us, and I found myself hoping he would never let go.