Chapter 18
Adriana
I probably never should have joined Mr. Thatcher in the cabana in the first place. I was exhausted and emotional, and pretty easily swayed. I knew all of that, and I’d still joined him on that couch. Something inside of me wanted the danger, wanted this crazy situation to be even crazier.
And at this point, maybe it couldn’t really get any worse.
Might as well just go with it and see where this road takes me, I thought, renewing the intensity of the kiss and reaching out to put my hand around Bryant’s neck. I figured he wouldn’t be against being on a first-name basis at this point.
My wild side was waking up, and all of the frustration from the day flooded through my veins and pushed me forward. I leaned more into Bryant, who shifted so that his back was against the couch. I threw one leg over him so that I was now straddling him, and let go of the kiss to catch my breath.
He grinned up at me mischievously, as if we were breaking all of the rules. I knew that we were, but I didn’t care anymore.
The whole day had been filled with nothing but confusion and anxiety, and now it had finally disappeared to the back of my mind. All that I was thinking about now was what my body wanted, and the answer to that was whatever Bryant could give me.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked playfully, like he already knew what I was going to say. “You’re not too tired or sad?”
“Oh, shut up,” I answered, but I was smiling before I leaned down to kiss him again.
I didn’t bother worrying about whether anyone would catch us.
At this point, it wouldn’t make much of a difference anyway, would it?
It was just one more guy on the list, after all.
Might as well dive right in headfirst. These arguments that I made were more to justify my insanity than to convince myself.
I had already decided the moment I’d kissed Bryant back.
I felt Bryant’s hands pull at my blouse, and his fingers soon brushed over the skin of my back. As the material lifted slightly, the cool breeze in the air crossed over me, and I shivered as goosebumps crawled over me.
I gripped at his hair hungrily, already moving my body against his.
I could feel his muscle under his clothes, and I was impressed.
I’d never been with an older guy, but I could already tell that Bryant had a wealth of experience in the way that he kissed me, in the way that his hands moved to all the right spots on my back.
It made me curious to know more. He was a mystery, and I couldn’t wait to uncover all of the truths about him; starting with his body.
On top of that, he already knew about Nolan and Landon, and it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. Maybe that was the solution to my situation. If I couldn’t have either of them, a third option couldn’t hurt.
That’s ridiculous, some part of my mind reminded me. You think you can just forget about them? Just throw them out like nothing ever happened?
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind. They weren’t helpful, and they weren’t making me feel good. What was making me feel good was the sensation of Bryant getting hard beneath me, and how he was now gripping my lower back.
I lowered my hands so that I could move my skirt up on my thighs for better movement.
Something told me that my stockings weren’t going to survive this encounter, but that didn’t matter.
Right now, I felt like ripping off every piece of clothing that I had on and frankly, everything that Bryant was wearing, too.
My body moved against his, craving something primal, and he seemed to be happy to go along with that. At the same time, his grip on me was tight and powerful, holding me right where he wanted me.
It made me wonder whether I was the one in control, or if Bryant was.
He let go of my lower back with one hand, moving it so that he could reach between my legs. I felt his fingers through my stockings and underwear, rubbing through them at my wetness. I let my hips respond, rotating and pushing into him.
I moaned into his lips softly as he worked his magic, and I could feel him smiling. Was that because of his skill or my enthusiasm? I wasn’t sure.
I was breathing hard and my mind started going blank, focused on only desire and pleasure. It was a feeling I was getting more used to, and one that could easily become an addiction if I allowed it to. Right now, I wanted that, if only to forget the drama I had gotten myself into.
Bryant suddenly pulled away from the kiss, leaving me breathless and staring at him in confusion. He lifted me up so that I was standing, and got up slowly himself. For a second, I was worried that he decided not to let this go any further, but he reached out wordlessly to take my hand.
I was curious, and I let him lead me around the couch to the back.
“Bend over,” Bryant commanded with an authority that surprised me. There was a teasing expression on his face, almost as if he was daring me to defy his order. But I was hungry, and I needed this.
I did as I was told, and he smacked my ass. “That’s a good girl.”
Instinctively, I giggled, and wiggled my hips. “Take what you want.”
“That’s the idea.”
I glanced over my shoulder and noticed the sneer on Bryant’s face. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
With one hand, he expertly tore through my stockings and pulled my underwear to one side. “Oh, you’re already so wet. Excellent.”
I stood on my toes to get my height just right, and bent forward over the back of the couch in anticipation of what Bryant had planned for me. All thoughts of anything else had disappeared, and my worries melted away. I knew it wouldn’t last forever, but at least for now, I didn’t have to spiral.
Bryant’s fingers tested my entrance, playing with me like I was an interesting toy. I bit at my bottom lip, allowing myself to simply enjoy the sensation of it. He definitely knew what he was doing, and it made me regret that I hadn’t done this with a more experienced man like him before.
“You’re so tight,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of me, and I found myself letting out a moan again. He moved so fast that it felt almost as if his hand was vibrating, and my jaw dropped to the floor with how hard I was breathing.
A sheen of sweat formed on my forehead, and some of my hair fell from the tight updo I’d had it in. I didn’t think about how I’d look walking away from here, or that the night staff might spot me on my way to my room. That was a problem I could deal with later.
“Having fun?” Bryant teased, and nodded eagerly. “That’s good, because I’m so far from done with you.”
It sounded like a promise, one that made me shiver right down to my toes.
Bryant increased his speed, and tightened his grip on me with his other hand. Soon enough, I was shaking so much that I couldn’t hold my position, and my feet dropped flat. Bryant didn’t slow down or stop.
When the orgasm hit, it was like something from a movie.
It felt as if my eyes were about to roll back in my head and I let out a moan so loud that I could’ve sworn it could be heard inside of the hotel.
My entire body was shuddering and Bryant held on to me to keep me from crumbling to one side of the couch.
He rubbed my back as I caught my breath, but I had the feeling he wasn’t done just yet.
“I needed that,” I said with a laugh. “Damn.”
“I could tell,” Bryant answered with a playful tone in his voice. “Are you too tired for what’s coming next?”
“No,” I insisted, realizing that my reply came slightly too quickly and eagerly, and Bryant chuckled at that. “I mean… Please, don’t stop now.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll oblige,” Bryant said, and I felt his fingers slip through my lips again. Then, he pushed his tip against me, but didn’t go in. “I want you to ask again. Properly.”
“Please,” I answered, gripping at the couch pillows. “Please put your cock inside of me.”
“Good.” I felt him thrust into me deeply, and that single movement made me gasp. “Oh, hell yeah. You feel amazing.”
“Mm,” I muttered, licking my lips and pushing my hips backward as I stood on my toes again. “Don’t go slow, please. I can take it.”
Bryant honored my request, and his thrusts were deep and hard from the very start. He hammered himself into me with as much strength as he had, one hand pressing down on my lower back and the other gripping on to my hip. It was a minor addition, but it created an angle that was pure magic.
This was everything I had been craving and more. I closed my eyes and let the movement take me, not caring about anything else in the world. I gave all control over to Bryant, and he was clearly ready and willing to take it.
He moved me subtly, but each time was more powerful and intense than the last. I felt like a doll in his hands, and I liked that more than I would have thought.
“Get up,” Bryant said eventually, helping me up onto my feet.
He bent down slightly behind me, holding my neck with one hand and wrapping his other arm around my body. From this angle, he continued to slam into me while keeping me upright. My legs felt like jelly at this point, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand up straight myself.
Everything was shaking with excitement, pleasure, and sheer animal desire.
My second orgasm hit in waves and lasted longer than the first. I was surprised with Bryant’s incredible stamina.
It seemed as if he could make this last for hours if he wanted to; that was the level of control he had over every movement.
When his release did come with a deep growl and him pulling out, it was as if he had decided exactly when it would happen. He held me for a long moment, leaving a trail of soft kisses in my neck, before he slowly let me go.
“You need to sit?” he asked kindly, leading me back around the couch. I almost collapsed, catching my breath and waiting for my heart to slow down.
“Wow,” I said, trying to tuck the loose strands of hair behind my ears. “You’re… wild.”
“So are you,” Bryant laughed, pulling up his pants. “Can I assume we’ll be doing this again?”
My mind was slowly returning to me, and I hesitated for a second, but I realized that I was in too deep already. I couldn’t back out now. “Yeah.”
“Great,” Bryant leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. “When you’re ready, you should probably get back to your room. Wouldn’t want people to see you like this, huh?”
That woke me up and I pushed myself to my feet, pulling my skirt back into place and trying to fix my hair and blouse as best as I could. Now that I was thinking a bit more clearly, I knew that he was right. I had to get back to my room without being seen.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, and hurried away from the cabana.
Luckily for me, the hotel’s hallways were all abandoned. I spotted a cleaner once, but she had her back turned to me and I managed to sneak past in a hurry. Finally, I was in the staff quarters, and I was almost home free.
That was until I reached the final corner and turned it to see Landon standing in front of my door.