Chapter 30 – Seth
I’d made the short drive to Rhiannon and Cain’s place for game night mostly so I could make a clean getaway with Bri after.
There was no way in hell I was walking home through Brookhaven turned on.
And now, standing inside my front door with Bri just mere minutes after I publicly claimed her in front of my brother and our closest friends, I can confirm this was the right decision.
The second the door shuts behind us, I’ve pinned her against it.
My hands tangle in that soft, red hair that I haven’t stopped thinking about since I saw her at work earlier today.
Her mouth opens for mine like she’s been waiting just as long to kiss me, and I do.
She tastes like tequila, lime, and home.
One hand cups her neck, the other palms her thick ass. She fits against me perfectly. She fits here in my life.
I nip at her bottom lip. “I’ve missed this mouth.”
She smiles against my lips, and I press my forehead to hers, needing just a second to feel her—to have her again.
My palms skim up the sides of her ribs, pausing to cup her breasts.
I drag my thumbs across her nipples and feel the way they tighten against the cotton fabric.
Then my hands slide higher, my fingers curling around her throat with just enough pressure to still her.
I roll my hips against her, getting my cock right against her clit.
Her breathing stills. “Seth… you’re so hard.”
“Been this way since you first touched me in Rhiannon’s living room.”
She bites down on her lip. “So, I guess they all know now, huh?”
There’s a look in her eyes that I wasn’t expecting. Not shame, but definitely hesitation. And that conversation I’d been planning to have with her later might not go as well as I thought it would now.
“Yeah,” I say. “They know. I think we were a little obvious when you started making out with me when Simon didn’t say to.” I pause, trying to get a read on her. She seems okay. “Does that bother you? Do you mind that I called you my girl in front of everyone?”
She pauses to consider that. “No. I liked it. But Seth, there’s something you should know that I did today. Before she can finish her thought, her phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her back pocket, looks at the message, then slides it back in her shorts.
“Everything okay?”
She lets out a breath. “Yep. All good.”
I scoop her into my arms. “What were you saying?”
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t important. Come on. Let’s go.”
I toss her over my shoulder. She lets out a loud, delighted squeal and says, “Oh my god, don’t drop me!”
“I would never,” I growl.
I haul her upstairs and down the hall to my bedroom. The one that’s started to feel like ours more than just mine. I drop her onto the bed and strip out of my shirt, jeans and boots in record time, standing naked at the foot of the bed as I look at her—flushed, grinning up at me and beautiful.
Then I’m undressing her piece by piece. She lifts her arms, arches her hips, lets me take off everything until she’s naked beneath me, a fucking fantasy that I’ve had every night since last Halloween.
“Come here,” I murmur, kissing a line up her stomach, over the swell of her breasts—lingering at each nipple—then across her collarbone, up her neck, and finally capturing her mouth.
She melts under me completely pliant to my requests.
I pull her with me toward the top of the bed and lay flat, guiding her up onto my lap before I lift her hips a little.
“Ride my face,” I tell her firmly.
She chokes out a laugh. “What?”
My hands lift her a little higher. “You heard me. Ride it.”
She presses her palms to the headboard like she’s trying to resist, her thighs tensing. “What are you doing, Seth?”
“Getting you into position so I can take care of you.”
Another laugh slips from her lips, but when I rock my hips up into her, nudging her ass with my cock, and she grinds back down, that laugh turns into a gasp.
She’s soaked, slick, her pussy gliding over my cock while I fist myself and hold the tip right on her clit.
Her body is already trembling, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.
“Give me that pussy,” I growl, tugging at her hips again until she’s hovering over my mouth, her pussy soaked. I can’t wait to get a taste of her.
She moves cautiously and I wonder if I’m the first for her.
I like knowing I might be. She hadn’t felt innocent the first night we met, but now I’m realizing there’s a lot I didn’t know about that night.
Like how she’d just had her whole life uprooted and moved here without any friends.
How her father forced her back to New York under the guise of school and dangled an internship and a job offer to keep her here.
I look up at her. She’s strong mentally, but it’s her physical strength that always surprises me given how soft she seems to everyone else.
I’ve seen her in the gym, felt her hip thrust me with my full weight like it’s nothing.
But this position isn’t just about strength and maintaining balance; it takes a different kind of strength. It takes vulnerability.
“Sit,” I command.
“I’m going to suffocate you.”
“No man’s ever died from eating pussy.”
“You might be the first,” she jokes.
I chuckle, then lift my head just enough to brush my tongue over her clit. She gasps, her whole-body twitches and I take that as permission to rub my mustache all across her inner thighs. Her legs shake a little. That’s it. That’s what I want. Her on my face, breaking apart for me.
I pull her down firmly and take a deep whiff of her addictive aroma, “Hell yeah, Soul,” before diving in, tasting her with a long, deep thrust of my tongue inside her that has her legs gripping the sides of my head.
She moans and tries to move up and away, but I hold her there, tongue greedy, lips relentless as I work her clit and opening. She’s sweet and salty, dripping for me, and I won’t waste a single drop.
She shifts down a little, then starts to roll her hips against my mouth. Finding a rhythm that works for her, she finally lets go and rubs her soaked pussy all over my mouth and tongue. It’s bliss. Because nothing, nothing, tastes better than a woman who’s finally ready to let you have all of her.
She lets out another shocked, breathless laugh when I grab her ass and squeeze, and then I push my tongue deep inside her while coaxing her clit with my nose.
“Seth.”
“Just hold on to the headboard, baby. I’ve got you.”
My hands squeeze her hips, strong and full, and fuck, her ass feels so good in my palms. I squeeze both cheeks, rubbing them back and forth while I feel the raw power in her glutes.
She wasn’t lying when she said I underestimated her strength.
The way she moves, the way she holds herself over me—it’s all muscle and control and as an athlete myself, I know how hard it is to get in this kind of shape.
She takes care of herself and somehow, I’m the lucky bastard who gets to hold her like this, taste her like this.
My tongue works her in deep, long strokes—flicking, teasing, burying—while my whole face moves against her pussy, coaxing her closer until she finally gives in. Until I feel her full weight sink down on top of me like she can’t hold back any longer.
“That’s it,” I murmur as I talk her through it. “Just like that. Stay seated now.”
She moans, grinding her hips, chasing the rhythm. “That feels so good.”
“Feels good for me too, baby. You taste so sweet.”
I double down, fingers slipping inside her as my tongue latches onto her clit. I curl my free hand around my cock, jerking slowly in time with the rhythm of her body’s movements. She’s soaking, her slickness dripping down my chin, and I’m in heaven down here drowning in her pussy.
She gasps again, and I know she’s close. Her thighs quiver, her voice breaks.
“Seth—fuck, I’m so close. Yes, yes, yes—”
And then it hits her. Her body shakes, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing around my fingers and tongue as I work her through it. It’s a tight, throbbing release that knocks the air out of her for a bit based on the gasps I hear from above.
My balls draw tight, and my spine tingles, but I squeeze the tip of dick to stop from coming just yet.
“Fuck yes,” I hum against her, tongue dragging slower, longer licks across her clit now. She moans again as I draw out every last pulse of her release, licking her clean until she collapses against the headboard.
When she’s finally still, I slide her lower, guiding her carefully until the head of my cock presses against her soaked entrance. She doesn’t hesitate. She sinks down onto me with a low, breathy moan, taking me deep and burying my cock to the root.
“Fuck,” I hiss. She’s tight. So, fucking tight. Still pulsing and warm from the orgasm.
“I’m so sensitive,” she breathes out, lifting a little and dropping again with a soft, wet slap and a gentle whimper. Her ass smacks against my thighs, and I swear, I black out for half a second and forget where I’m at.
“Just like that,” I grunt out.
My fingers slide down to her clit and I rub in hard, tight circles, watching her face—those pretty green eyes dark and wild with lust, a gorgeous flush blooming across her reddened tits, red hair that glows in the last slivers of daylight.
I can’t stop staring at her.
How did I get so damn lucky?
How did I find a woman this soft and this sweet, that’s willing to accept my past?
What are the chances, after all the shit that I’ve done, that I’d find someone who wants me for me and loves my daughter?
And fuck—what do I have to do to keep her?
What if she thinks I’m rushing her?
What if her dad intervenes?
What if I’m already too far gone to care?
“Ride me,” I tell her, watching the way her body moves against me like a wave.
Up and down, over and over again, her thighs press against me, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I reach for her ass, holding tight, helping her ride me the way I know she likes—just the right rhythm, just the right pressure.