CHAPTER TWELVE #3
“You can end this now,” I whisper, my hand working him with steady pressure. “I’ll tell you exactly how wet I am if you tell me how much you want me. I can feel you throbbing. You’re dying to say it. Come on. Just three little words.”
I kiss the back of his neck and close my eyes, breathing him in. Sweat, leather, jungle heat, and man. The way his cock twitches in my palm, my whole body is pulsing, aching… Oh shit.
I’m climbing for real… Fast.
Whatever’s humming down there is obscene. I mean— truly obscene . Like, there should be a warning label slapped on this ATV: Caution: May Cause Unintentional Orgasms.
“Bryce, I’m not fucking around—I’m close… Oh… oh God,” I moan.
“Jesus, Pip—do you want us to die?”
“Tell me I’m right. Tell me you’re aching to be between my legs.”
“Christ. Your hand…”
“My hand, my mouth, my pussy…” I purr into his neck. “Admit it, and they’re al l yours.”
WHAM! The ATV hits a colossal bump, and the sensation rockets through my core like lightning. The buzz of the engine, combined with the way I’m pressed against him, sends shockwaves straight to my clit.
The moan that escapes is high-pitched and breathy.
“Shit, that’s real,” he rasps.
“Told ya.” My voice comes out husky as I work him frantically. “Last chance, B. I’m about to come… and you’re about to explode in my hand. Say it. Say I’m the one you want, or we both finish right here, right now.”
“You’re bluffing…”
Another bone-jarring bump sends pleasure ricocheting through my system like a pinball machine made of nerve endings. “Bryce!” My hips buck against the seat involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure. “Faster! Gavin’s right behind us…”
“AAHHHH-FUCK!” he shouts, making a hard left without warning.
The ATV tears through a thicket, branches slapping at our sides, engine roaring as we veer off the path into the jungle like fugitives.
Then— SLAM.
Brakes lock. Dust explodes around us.
“What the fuck?” I pant. “I said NOT to stop. I was so close! ”
He says nothing.
Just climbs off the ATV, rips off his helmet, and throws it to the ground.
“Seriously, did you not understand what I—”
But my voice cuts off as he unbuckles my helmet, chucks it next to his, and hauls me off the ATV like I weigh nothing. He slings me over his shoulder, caveman-style .
“Is this you admitting that you’re losing your mind over me?”
“I didn’t say that. You’re the one who needs to get off. I’m just being a gentleman and offering assistance.”
He sets me down in a break of trees, shaded and humid, our bodies panting and wild.
For the first time since this started, I get a full look at his face.
The polished gentleman is gone. His blue eyes are practically black, blown wide with lust. His chest is rising and falling, and when his gaze drops to my zipper…
He’s a man possessed.
The front of my jumpsuit unzips with a harsh, dragging sound, exposing the red bikini beneath.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
Before I can respond, we’re crashing in a hungry, relentless kiss. His mouth is claiming mine—desperate and hungry—like I’m his, like he owns me. My eyes roll back, and I’m so ready to be fucked when—
He breaks away. We’re both gasping.
Then, without warning, he spins me around and pulls my back to his chest. His heart pounds through me as his muscular arms snake around, hands groping my breasts. He backs us into a massive tree trunk—anchoring us.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he growls.
I can’t obey fast enough.
My hands dig into his hair as he gathers my wild mane to one side, exposing the curve of my neck. Then his lips find me, hot and demanding as they slide along my throat.
What have I done? He’s out of control .
His hands find my hips, fingers digging in hard on both sides. He presses his hard length to my backside. We both groan at the contact .
I follow his lead, grinding my ass over his hard cock. His sounds tell me exactly how good I’m making him feel. My hips are rocking him into oblivion. I can’t hold back a smile.
Bryce murmurs, “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. Now, let’s see how you like being teased.”
The first touch of his fingers dipping into my bikini bottoms and through my slick heat makes me whimper. His fingers drag slowly through my folds, exploring every sensitive inch. When he feels just how wet I am, he moans.
“Oh Pip, is that all for me?”
I shake my head frantically, even as my hips betray me by pressing against his touch. “No. That’s for my new ATV boyfriend.”
In response, he plunges two fingers deep inside me, and I lose my damn mind.
I throw my head back so hard I nearly concuss myself on his shoulder, a scream tearing from my throat—but his other hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound.
“Shh. We’re not alone out here. I love hearing the real sounds you make when you come, but this time you have to be quiet for me.”
He pumps his fingers in a rhythm made to ruin me—slow, deep, then faster. And then slow again. The thundering ATV already had me on edge. Now every inch of me is strung tight and his to play with.
He crooks his fingers and hits my magic spot. I must give something away—a quiver, a shudder—because he stays right there, repeating that delicious motion over and over.
Twist. Glide. Stroke.
“You still think a machine can do this better? Admit you want me. ”
I shake my head against his palm, even though we both know it’s a lie. I’m seconds from seeing stars, which is when I remember: Wait. No.
He can’t win. I may be three strokes away from climax, but I have one move left. I reach around behind me—hand sliding inside his boxers—and wrap my fingers around him.
“Petra, no,” he growls, but his hips buck forward into my grip.
I feel his precum dripping from his tip. I stroke him slow. Then fast. Matching his rhythm. Mirroring his intent. Reclaiming the power one handsy stroke at a time.
“You like making my dick ache for a release, huh? Is that your game?”
We’re both teetering on the edge of complete meltdown when I hear it—the low, rising growl of an engine charging toward us. My heart lurches.
I’m terrified he’ll stop, pull away, leave me hanging—but he doesn’t.
Instead, his pace becomes punishing, his hips snapping forward with enough force that I stumble, catching myself against the tree roots before finding my footing again.
“You like it hard and messy?”
Yes. God, yes. I want him inside me so fucking bad.
I keep stroking him, gripping tight, matching every pump of his hips. He’s close. His breath stutters in time with mine.
The engine noise grows deafening, like whoever it is might burst through the trees at any second.
In his next breath, Bryce sinks his teeth into the side of my neck and growls. His body spasms. Warmth spills across my hand in thick pulses. His release coats my skin just as my muscles clamp down around his fingers and my own orgasm slams into me.
I gasp against his palm, my eyes squeezing shut. I sink into him, my body no longer mine to command as he continues slow, devastating strokes, milking every last tremor from my climax.
As my breathing finally steadies, he delicately pulls his hand away. I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye—his fingers, glistening and slick. And then, with a wicked grin, he licks them clean.
“The taste of you is so fucking addictive.”
I want to say something witty, keep up the pretense that this was just physical, but my brain is fried. Then—
“Bryce! Petra!” Gavin shouts like a bulldozer plowing through our private paradise. He sounds way too close for comfort.
With military efficiency, Bryce strips off his button-down and uses it to clean my hand before gently positioning me against the tree for support. Once he’s sure I won’t collapse, he uses the sleeve to wipe away the red lipstick stains from his other hand.
One look at my face makes him wince. “Well, shit.”
His thumb swipes across my swollen lips, cleaning away the carnage my lipstick has become. “Don’t worry, beautiful. Next time I’m kissing every bit of it off.”
The promise of next time makes my knees wobble.
“I wouldn’t count on it,” I rasp out.
He smirks. That damn smirk.
“Where the hell are you guys?” Gavin shouts.
Bryce transforms back into a composed gentleman so fast it gives me whiplash .
“We’re over here!” he calls out, his hands moving to zip up my jumpsuit while maintaining eye contact. “Be right there! Your sister had to pee and was afraid of getting bitten by something!”
I whisper-hiss at him, “Really? You’re throwing me under the bus?”
“I’ll take the blame… if you admit I’m what you need.”
“Admit my ATV orgasm was making you jealous.”
He just grins wider then reaches up to straighten my hair, plucking out a rogue leaf. The casual intimacy of it makes my heart swell.
Get it together, Petra. You’re not some billionaire’s plaything. You’re supposed to be calling the shots.
I straighten up with renewed determination. “Here’s the thing, B. Yesterday, you showed your cards. Guys don’t eat pussy like that unless they’re desperate to get inside of it. Which tells me you want to fuck me… bad.”
His eyes twinkle with pure evil. “Interesting theory. But I think you’ll be the one knocking on my door tonight begging for more.”
I shove past him. “Ha! Dream on, Moneybags. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m driving this time so you don’t cockblock my fun mid-climax.”