Chapter 6
A hand gliding over my chest pulled me from sleep. A muffled moan had me fully awake and taking stock of my surroundings and the woman who had draped her body over mine. My hand was on her ass, her head rested on my shoulder, her lips were pressed to my throat, her leg rested over mine.
Another moan. This one was a wisp of air I felt across my skin.
My hand cupping her ass instinctively flexed and pulled her closer.
Her leg hitched higher, her knee nudged my hard cock, reminding me that not only had I not woken up next to a woman in over a decade but the only action my dick had seen in years was from my right hand.
And in the last year that action was fueled by fantasies of the woman who was currently wrapped around me.
The smart thing to do would’ve been to gently roll Bridget off of me. The safest thing would’ve been for me to roll her off then get out of bed and take a cold shower. However, before I could do any of those things her lips parted and her tongue teased up the side of my neck.
“Bridget,” I called.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “You taste good.”
Fuck .
“Wake up.”
“I am,” she returned before she went back to tasting my neck.
“We need to—”
“Fuck,” she boldly supplied.
I was going to say get the hell out of this bed and get dressed but my suggestion died a quick death when she shifted to straddle my hips.
The hard peaks of her nipples pressed against my chest through the thin material of my dress shirt while she kissed and licked her way around my neck down to my shoulder.
I felt the buttons scrape my skin as she slid herself down to kiss my chest, stopping to circle my nipple before she continued her descent.
My brain kicked in when her hand went to the button of my pants.
My hand captured hers before she popped the button and freed my throbbing cock.
Only her eyes lifted when she said, “I want to.”
My dick wanted her to, as well.
“This isn’t smart,” I countered.
“Why not?” she asked and pulled her hand free. “I want to,” she repeated as she traced the outline of my erection. “And by the feel of this you want it, too. So what’s the harm?”
The harm was once I had her there would be no going back.
I wouldn’t be able to watch her walk away again.
I would selfishly put her in danger by insisting she refuse witness protection.
Not that I hadn’t already planned on fighting to keep her with me but if the risk was too great I would have no choice but to give her up to keep her safe.
Unfortunately the thought of losing her again had the opposite effect I was hoping for. It merely served as a reminder this might be our only chance—my only chance to have her.
Before I could reconcile which would be worse—never having her or having her once then watching her be stolen away from me again—Bridget rose to her knees.
I watched as she unbuttoned one then two buttons.
My attention became acute when she undid the third, exposing the barest hint of her breasts.
By the fourth my hands came off the bed, but instead of stopping her I took over.
With one hard yank the rest of the buttons gave way, revealing her perfect tits and red lace panties.
“Is that you giving me permission?” she teased.
With great effort I tore my gaze from the lace covering her pussy and found a devilish grin on her angelic lips.
Fuck it . If this was my only shot I was taking it.
“Unbutton my pants and free my cock.”
That grin turned into a triumphant smile. But instead of doing what I’d instructed she started to shrug my shirt off.
“Leave the shirt on.”
With a nod she went to work unbuttoning then unzipping my pants. When she reached in and pulled my cock from the confines of the material I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Commando,” she muttered. “I approve.”
Her grip was firm as she slid her hand up and down my shaft. Her smile was wicked when her eyes tipped downward to watch herself stroke my cock.
“Hand between your legs,” I commanded.
Without hesitation her hand went to her stomach and her fingertips dipped under the lace.
“Over the panties. I want to watch your fingers circle your clit.”
I expected some pushback—a questioning look at a minimum. But she followed my command and slid her hand over the lace, cupping her pussy over the fabric before she dragged her middle finger up her center and started rubbing.
“Like this?”
“Just. Like. That,” I grunted and watched her toy with her clit while she jerked me off.
The sight before me had my balls drawing up.
I told myself it was because I hadn’t had sex in years but I knew that was a lie.
It was her. It was the way her hand felt wrapped around my cock.
It was her boldness. It was the way she’d yielded to my demands.
It was the months of falling in love with her, then the months of missing her.
Her thumb swiped the bead of moisture leaking from the tip of my cock and smeared the liquid over the sensitive head. She asked, “Is this limited to a hand job or do I get to taste you for real?”
Fuck, she was killing me.
Killing me in the best of ways.
Ways that were going to end with her having a mouth full of my come.
“Don’t stop toying with your pussy…” I got no more out before Bridget scooted down my thighs and leaned forward. My gaze zeroed in on her mouth just in time to watch her circle her tongue around the rim of my dick. Not a lick—a whisper of a tease that had me fighting for control.
Bridget’s eyes tipped up, mine caught on hers, and a new kind of heat flared in my chest as her hand slowly slid down my dick, her tongue chasing her fist, her eyes flashing in triumph.
“You got two more seconds of that,” I warned.
I lost her tongue on my dick when she asked.
“Of what?”
“Playtime.”
“But I like—”
“Know what you’d like more?” I interrupted. “My mouth on your pussy.”
Bridget’s lips tipped up in a playful smirk.
“I’m not sure that’s true,” she countered on an upward glide of her hand.
“How about you finish sucking me off? Then we’ll see who’s right.”
I lost sight of her sexy smile when she went back to teasing my dick. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait two seconds. With one last swirl of her tongue she swallowed me whole.
“Jesus.”
The word was torn from my throat as Bridget worked my cock. She didn’t suck me off—the woman gorged herself on my dick, leaving me utterly helpless to do anything but enjoy the ride.
It didn’t take her long before my vision swam with pleasure and my orgasm quickly approached.
“Pull off and jack me off if you don’t want a mouthful.”
Bridget’s answer was to take me to the back of her throat.
The feel of her warm, wet mouth and the sound of her gagging and slurping proved to be too much.
My muscles constricted, my jaw clenched, my control snapped, and I took over fucking up into her mouth.
Seconds later, euphoria took over. I had just enough wherewithal to slow my thrusts as she attempted to swallow my climax.
“Christ,” I groaned as she lapped up the last of my orgasm that had spilled from her mouth. When she was done, she sat back on her heels and smiled.
Satisfaction radiated from her in a way that meant there might be some validity to her earlier denial.
“Climb up here, Bridget. I want your pussy on my face.”
Her smile died and uncertainty crept in. Yet she still slowly scooted up my legs, trepidation obvious. I waited until she was straddling my chest before my hands went to her thighs, halting her progress.
“Bridget?” I called.
“Yeah?”
“Look at me, baby.”
Her head tipped down but her gaze went to the pillow.
“Eyes,” I demanded and hers slid to mine. “Now, tell me why you look scared.”
She did her best to infuse conviction in her lie when she answered, “I’m not scared.”
“Five minutes ago, you were cocky as fuck when you wanted my dick in your mouth. Now you look like you’re ready to flee.”
I watched as she dragged her teeth across her swollen bottom lip.
Her cheeks were tinged pink, which I wouldn’t have thought possible seeing as I hadn’t lied—five minutes ago the woman above me had been single-minded and bold.
She hadn’t had any hang-ups asking for what she wanted. Now she was blushing and hesitant.
“I’ve…” she started. “I don’t…” she trailed off again. I gave her legs a squeeze of encouragement which she read and finished, “I’ve never done this.”
What the fuck?
“No one’s ever eaten your—”
“No. I mean, yes. I’ve done that but I’ve never done it this way.”
Fuck yeah .
Someplace inside of me was happy to be the first to give her this.
“Then you’re in for a treat.”
Bridget rolled her eyes and came back to herself.
“Are you going to tell me what to do?” she sassed. “Or are you just going to lie there and torture me?”
“Oh, I’m going to torture your pussy as soon as you climb up and sit on my face.”
“Sit on your face,” she breathed, looking horrified.
Christ, she was cute as fuck.
But it was time to move this along.
I didn’t bother with any further verbal explanation. My hands slid around to her ass and I lifted. When I had room to move I shifted down the bed quickly maneuvering her knees beside my head.
“Hold on to the headboard.”
She pitched forward.
“You holding on?”
“The best I can do when the headboard is attached to the wall. Now what?”
I couldn’t help my smile at the impatience in her tone.
There were some things that were better shown—this was one of those things. I moved my hands to her hips, gathered the red lace, and with a vicious tug I tore the delicate elastic and shoved the offending material to the side.
“If those weren’t one of the only three pairs of panties I owned I would think that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I’d buy her a hundred pairs of lace panties tomorrow just so I could rip them off and hear that sexy rasp again.
“Closer,” I demanded and pulled her down onto my awaiting mouth.
“Theo,” she gasped.
My plan was to give her a little payback and tease. Draw this out and make her beg. But with one swipe against her drenched pussy I couldn’t hold back.
“Ohmigod.”
Another breathy gasp followed by a jolt.
Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun.
My hands spanned her hips, holding her where I wanted, and I got down to the business of turning her gasps into cries of pleasure.
I ate.
Instinct took over and she rocked her hips while my tongue speared in. Her legs trembled when I sucked her clit into my mouth. She moaned and pleaded, chasing the orgasm I wouldn’t let her have.
“Theo,” she groaned, sounding close. “Please.”
I pulled back and traced the seam of her pussy, not giving her nearly enough to push her over the edge. If she wanted it, she was going to have to take it. Demand it.
“Dammit, Theo.”
Frustration laced her tone. Her body shook with need.
“I need to come,” she panted.
I bet she did.
But I wasn’t giving it to her.
Not yet.
Not until she let go.
Not until I knew she was out-of-her-mind crazy.
Bridget shifted above me. A moment later I felt her fingers glide through my hair before she fisted a handful and yanked.
And there she was—my beautiful, sweet, cute, bold, fiery goddess who could balance following my orders with making her own. She knew when to submit and when to command.
Perfect .
“Finish me,” she demanded.
With one last slow lick from her ass to her clit I stopped teasing and I devoured her. Savoring the taste of her excitement. Relishing the way she dripped down my chin and coated my lips. Loving the way her need had overpowered her mind and she ground down and rode my face with wild abandon.
Every sound out of her pretty mouth was beautifully filthy.
But nothing was more beautiful than the way her back arched and she chanted my name as her climax hit.
I slowly brought her down, licking and nibbling the inside of her thighs until the trembling stopped, her grip on my hair loosened, and I heard a long sigh of contentment.
Only then did I move her down to my chest. I took my time memorizing the way she looked perched above me, my dress shirt open and hinting at the beauty that remained hidden.
The curve of her full tits a sexy tease.
The smile that graced her stunning face magnificent.
All of her so perfect it was hard to look at her knowing there might come a day I’d have to choose—her safety or my selfishness.
I knew what I wanted.
I knew I might not get it.
That was the crux of my issue—loving her and knowing one way or another it was going to lead to heartache. An emotion I’d easily avoided for over a decade.
“Am I crushing you?” Her question pulled me back to the present.
The shrill ringing of my phone saved me from my thoughts.
“No, baby, but I should get that.”
That was when reality came crashing down around both of us.