Chapter 29 #3
Something feral took over me. I braced my palms flat against the window, pushed myself up, and rolled my hips down in a deep, filthy grind.
My ass clapped against his thighs as I rode him in midair, with no shame.
I moved like I had something to prove, like every ounce of grief, jealousy, and buried love had turned molten in my veins.
“There she go! That’s my C Baby. Fuckin’ me like you ain't never left.”
“You’re toxic,” I breathed.
“Yeah… but you still fiendin’ for me, so maybe you’re toxic too.”
Bryce shifted his grip, cupping my ass tighter, using it to slam me onto him with a force that shook my voice into broken moans.
“You really missed me? Or just missed getting slutted out against windows like this one?”
Bryce didn’t wait for an answer; he just rolled his hips up again.
“Tell me this dick ain’t better than any nigga you been with since me,” he growled, his teeth gritted now. “I dare you.”
I clung to his neck, nails digging in, head falling back as a moan escaped my throat that said it all.
“Shit… Bryce…”
A low, cocky laugh rumbled through his chest. “That’s not an answer.” His voice dropped to a savage whisper. “Did you fuck that nigga while y’all been here? You let him see what I used to wake up to? What I used to fuck raw with the lights on?”
“Bryce—”
“Answer me,” he snarled, slamming into me again. “You let him touch what I hope is still mine?”
“No,” I panted.
“So this pussy is still mine?”
“Yes! It’s always been yours.”
“Damn right,” he spat, thrusting up even deeper. “’Cause this pussy already knew who it belongs to. This pussy was made for only me… customized.”
“Then fuck me like you know somebody else been here,” I voiced in a salacious tone.
“Don’t tempt me,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “’Cause I’ll fuck the memory of any nigga outta you.”
“Do it then… or shut the fuck up.”
But instead of punishing me like I expected, Bryce hooked his arms under my thighs, adjusted his grip, and carried me up the stairs naked while still buried deep inside me.
As we passed Isis’s room, we heard loud, shameless, and familiar moaning.
“‘ADRIAN… PULL MY HAIR LIKE I PAID TOO MUCH FOR IT!’”
We froze.
Bryce smirked. “Gotta get it how you live,” he muttered with a shrug, then kept walking.
We finally reached our room. It was the biggest, coziest and most beautiful room in the cabin.
Bryce kicked the door shut and set me down in front of the roaring fireplace he’d started like he’d anticipated that moment.
The glow danced across his skin as he lowered himself between my thighs again, then slid in slow and deep.
Bryce pressed deeper, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, the other gripping my neck gently as his lips grazed my ear.
“I missed you, C Baby… all of you.”
“I never stopped wanting you, needing you… or wanting this, Bryce.”
“I hate that I let you go…” He moaned against my shoulder. “But I love how you came back.”
His pace deepened, rhythm syncing with the crackle of firewood.
“You mine, C Baby,” he whispered. “Always was… always will be.”
***
I stirred beneath the thin throw blanket on the couch, one leg draped over the edge, and my bare skin tingling from the cool breeze slipping through the cracked window. The room still smelled like sweat, sex, regret, and whatever cologne Bryce had bathed in before tearing my soul apart.
I shifted slightly, lashes fluttering. “Bryce?”
No answer.
Just as I reached for the blanket, I felt his hands parting my thighs again. His hot and wet mouth was already kissing down the inside of my thigh like sunrise didn’t mean nothing to him.
“Bryce...” my voice cracked in a sleepy whimper.
“Shh,” he murmured against my skin. “You ain't done being loved on yet.”
Bryce pulled my legs higher over his shoulders, nudging them open wider with no shame. My breath caught when his tongue made that first slow, greedy pass up to my center like he hadn’t eaten in days, and that was his first real meal.
“Mmm. You still taste like last night,” he groaned, licking deeper. “You miss me down here, huh?"
I arched my back. “Oh my god, Bryce…”
“Nah, it’s just me. God gon’ tap in later.”
I reached down to push his head away, but my hands got weak as soon as he sucked on my clit just right. His fingers joined the party—teasing, circling, and stretching me slowly while his tongue never let up.
“You always did wake up sweet as fuck,” he mumbled, his beard brushing my inner thighs, slick with my arousal. “Your body still telling the truth even when your mouth don’t.”
“Bryce…” I whimpered again, trying to warn him, but he slid two fingers in deep, curling them right where he knew I’d break.
“You ‘bout to cum already, ain't you?” he teased, voice gritty. “You still that easy for me, huh?”
My hips bucked, trying to pull away from the heat of it all, but he gripped my thighs tighter and shook his head.
“Nah… take this nut just like you took this dick last night. You owe me that much.”
My eyes rolled back. A helpless moan escaped as he flicked and flattened his tongue, over and over. When my legs started to shake, Bryce groaned deep in his throat like he was the one being wrecked.
"Don’t hold it. Let that shit go, baby. I want it in my mouth.”
I cried out. My whole body tightened then unraveled under his tongue as he swallowed every drop of my sweetness with a greedy growl. Even when I tried to catch my breath, he didn’t move.
I panted, legs twitching. “Bryce… stop. You gon’ make me—”
Bryce looked up at me, lips glistening, eyes dark.
“You saying stop… but that body screaming again.”
Christmas break wasn’t supposed to look like this, but maybe—just maybe—this year doesn’t have to hurt as much.