Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
A aron
Before last night, I have never had sex without a condom. I could’ve sworn I put it on after I got up to take it out of my jeans, but I must have been lost in the ecstasy or maybe the anticipation of having Briar riding my cock. All I know is that it’s been the best sex of my life. I can’t explain what’s happening. Briar is stubborn, she seems to overthink everything, she’s gorgeous, her body is incredible, but it’s more than all those pieces combined.
This girl has me unhinged. I don’t know if I like that but I feel helpless to stop it. Thinking of her bouncing on my cock in the shower with her pert nipples rubbing against my chest has me growing hard again. This no using a condom is addictive. No, it’s Briar’s pussy that has me acting like a damn addict.
Back in my room, I get dressed in a pair of Dri-Fit shorts and a T-shirt. I brush out my hair and put on deodorant. I grab my wallet and key card and head back to her room. We have another forty-eight hours on this trip. I plan to milk my time with her.
I knock on her door and wait for her to open. She’s wearing a pair of short khaki shorts, a white tank top, and her caramel hair is up in a tight ponytail. She places a fanny pack across her shoulder.
“All ready. Taylor texted. They booked some buggy thing for today. She told me to wear closed shoes and to put on a bathing suit.”
“I guess I’ll be swimming in these shorts if I need to,” I say.
We head down in the elevator and she’s quiet. “Briar, I don’t want you closing down on me because of the sex.”
“I’m feeling shy,” she admits.
“You have nothing to feel shy about,” I assure her.
“I’ve never, you know. . .”
“Orgasmed so many times before,” I finish the sentence.
“Don’t let it get to your head.” She states.
I laugh. There’s my little spitfire.
My eyes bulge. She isn’t yours, idiot.
“Would it help if I told you it was the best sex I ever had?” I share. It’s not something I want to admit out loud but from what I know of Briar, she needs to hear it to feel okay with what is happening.
Her ocean eyes narrow on me. “You’re lying.”
I chuckle. “I’m dead serious.”
She watches me carefully.
“Best sex of my life, Briar,” I repeat as we get on the elevator. Memories of last night flood my mind. I watch her. “I’m guessing you’re never going to be able to look at an elevator in the same way.”
She giggles. “Probably not.”
The elevator doors open. I throw an arm over her shoulders. “Come on, we need to eat after that workout.”
We head into the restaurant where all our friends are midway through their meal.
“Glad you guys finally decided to join us,” Levi says.
“You guys were on fire last night,” Taylor adds.
She isn’t wrong, the fire is still burning.
We head to the buffet and both fill our plates with eggs, sausage, and toast.
When we sit back down, I ask the guys, “What is this buggy thing you guys booked?”
“It sounded fun. It’s off road buggies. Hope you aren’t wearing good clothes. The concierge showed me a flyer. It looked cool. We’re in for an adventure,” Nolan explains. Simon fist bumps him.
“Need you guys to chow down quickly. We need to be leaving now,” Levi says to me and Briar.
Briar shovels food into her mouth. Then she gulps the glass of orange juice the server brought her.
We all head out into one of the shuttles offered by the hotel. Briar sits beside me and when her leg rubs mine, an excitement brews inside me that I’ve never felt before. Along with the need to touch her. But we aren’t a couple and getting handsy now doesn’t seem right. I keep my hands to myself, but I can’t wait to get back to the hotel because I want to take her to bed again, and that in itself may be a problem.