Chapter 4 #2
The sound of my name coming from her lips as she climaxes hits something deep in my core.
I’m not used to this type of intimacy. I don’t think any of my Pleasure Ranch “dates” have ever done this.
If they have, it wasn’t memorable. Her pussy pulses against my mouth, as her orgasm crashes through her like a tidal wave.
I’m as thick as a baseball bat and ride it out with her, softening my touch but keeping my lips right where they are until she stills, and her breath starts to normalize.
I gently kiss her inner thigh before making my way back up her body.
She reaches for me, pulling me to her with a look of sheer bliss. “That was ...” she starts, but I cut her off with a soft kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“I know,” I say, grinning against her mouth.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she whispers. “Just you and me, locked away from the rest of the world.”
I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers. “Me too. But we have tonight, and I intend to take full advantage of it. I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
“Really?” she asks grinning, in a voice two octaves higher than usual. “Then let’s not waste another second. My turn, cowboy.” Her hands trail down my chest as she traces the lines of my muscles, and my need for her builds to desperation. I want her so fucking badly.
I close my eyes, hoping to gain control of my emotions, reminding myself she isn’t mine. She’s going to marry someone else.
“Do you think, maybe tonight, we could try it with me on top?” I open my eyes to see her looking at me with a mix of excitement and brush my thumb along her cheek.
“We can do anything and everything you want, sexy girl.”
“Now you’re talking.” She swings one of her incredible legs over my waist and straddles me, before leaning down, with her breath hot on my ear. “I want to see your face when you fill me,” she whispers, sending a shudder straight to my heavy balls.
I swallow hard with my heart thudding. “Are you purposely trying to drive me crazy?”
Her gaze never leaves mine as she lifts her pelvis slightly. I hold my breath as she reaches down, positioning me at her entrance. She’s slick and hot as her folds kiss the tip of my cock, and I have to force myself not to thrust up into her.
“Slowly, darlin’,” I manage to grit out, my hands guiding her hips as she lowers herself onto me, inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes widen; her pretty mouth opens slightly as she takes me in completely.
She stills for a moment, as her body adjusts to my size, and it’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever experienced.
“You okay?” I ask softly and she nods with a small smile.
“More than okay,” she whispers, and begins to move, slowly at first, lifting herself up before sliding back down, her gorgeous eyes closed as she finds her rhythm, and lord above, I don’t see how I’m ever going to leave this room.
I can feel every inch of her velvety, slick pussy gripping me tightly, and I battle my need to take control, flip her over, drive into her and tell her she’s mine.
Mine. Mine. All mine. I suck in a breath and force myself to calm the fuck down, but she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with—bar none.
I’m utterly captivated watching her as her body coils tighter with each slide of her hips. I reach up and cup her breasts, brushing my thumb over her nipples. She moans as I lightly pinch them and roll them between my fingers. Her pussy clenches around me as she gets lost in the sensation.
“Oh, baby girl,” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close and capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as she continues to move against me.
I let out a groan and slide even deeper inside her, wishing I could inhale any breath of sound she makes.
I pump my hips in slow thrusts to match the rhythm of her fucking as she clings to me.
I don’t do regret, and I don’t do longing.
But being with her, knowing she’s still got that bastard’s ring in a drawer somewhere …
is hitting me hard, and makes every kiss so much more powerful.
Her breath hitches as I grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements, urging her to take me deeper and faster.
“Fuck me, Maisie. Fuck me like you mean it,” I growl, pumping up into her. “Give me everything.”
She lets out a long moan. “Oh fuck, Brecken,” she whispers desperately, right there on the edge.
“Let go, Maisie,” I murmur, in a low commanding voice. “I’ve got you.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she cries out, convulsing around me.
I hold her tight, caught in the undertow, the pleasure swelling so fast and so brutal I can barely breathe.
Maisie is still shaking, and every contraction of her muscles draws me closer to losing it.
I wish this could last forever and she could stay wrapped around my cock for eternity, but the frenzy inside me is too wild to hold off.
The bed rocks beneath us, the soft slap of our bodies matches the rhythm of our ragged groans and gasps.
She sits up at the final moment, bracing her hands on my chest, and her eyes meet mine.
There’s something raw there, something that looks a lot like love, and it splits me wide open.
My entire body is wound tight, ready to snap, but I hold out just a little longer, hoping to see her unravel again.
I bring my thumb to her clit, rubbing gentle circles, and she bucks against me.
That’s what does it. I lose control with a shout, as my orgasm rips through me in blinding waves. She clamps down, milking every last drop from me.
We’re both shuddering, locked together, riding the aftershocks for as long as we can stand it until we collapse into each other, sweaty and shaking, clutching so tight it hurts.
For a few minutes, neither of us says anything. We just breathe in unison, her hair tangled over my face, my hand splayed on the small of her back.
I’m still inside her and never want to move.
***
Maisie
I lie beneath Brecken’s warm, solid body with his cock still twitching inside me. My body feels boneless, glowing, completely alive in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Not with my fiancé.
Not with anyone.
He kisses me again, slowly, tenderly, nothing like the practiced sessions of our first two lessons. This kiss feels real and, if I’m being honest, dangerous, because I can’t ignore the way he’s changed me.
When he finally eases out of me and rolls to the side, he pulls me against his chest without a word. I curl into him, sliding my leg over his thigh, and rest my cheek on his chest, my new favorite place. The steady thump, thump, thump grounds me as my mind races.
This was supposed to be the final lesson. One last night of pretending I’m his wife so he can teach me how to please the man I’m supposed to marry. Instead, every one of his kisses has stripped away the pretense, and I’m tired of lying to myself.
“Brecken,” I whisper, tracing lazy circles on his chest with my fingertip. “I don’t want this to be the end.”
He drags his fingers up my spine in a slow, possessive stroke. “I know.”
Those two words make me prop myself up so I can look at him.
His dark brown eyes lock onto mine, deadly serious, and I blow out a deep breath.
“I’ve been lying to myself for months,” the words spill out before I can stop them.
“I think my fiancé chose me because I’m safe.
Presentable. Someone who’ll get along with his crazy parents, look good on his arm and not cause trouble.
” I close my eyes and blink back the tears I feel coming.
“This isn’t easy for me to say, but there’s no denying Calder has never looked at me the way you do.
He’s never touched me like my pleasure actually mattered to him. ”
Brecken’s jaw flexes as he gently caresses my hip. “You deserve so much more than that, Maisie. You should be wanted, craved, loved, and seen twenty-four seven.”
The tears refuse to leave, and I keep blinking them back before I turn into a slobbering fool. “I don’t think these lessons were ever about learning how to keep him from straying. They were about waking me up, and you were the one to do it, Brecken. I’m so happy I met you before I ruined my life.”
Brecken sits up, pulling me with him so we face each other on the bed, with the sheet pooled around our waists. He cups my cheeks with both hands, and brushes away my tears with his thumb.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” he says quietly. “Never. Every night with you has felt real. The way you respond to me … the way you look at me when I’m buried inside you — none of it was pretending. It never was. Not for me.”
My heart stutters. “Then what is it?”
He leans in and kisses me, deep and slow, pouring everything he hasn’t said yet into the kiss.
When he pulls back, he confesses, “I’m falling in love with you, Maisie.
It wasn’t my place to say anything, but the thought of you walking down the aisle to a man who doesn’t see how incredible you are is killing me. ”
Everything inside me is lighting up. I could cry with relief. I wasn’t imagining he had feelings for me. Everything I felt was real. I wrap my arms around his neck and stare into his eyes. He gives me a sexy grin and kisses my nose, teasing, “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“As a matter of fact, there is,” I answer, with a quick kiss.
“Now, I don’t want you to feel responsible for this, even though you sort of are, but I’m calling off the wedding,” I whisper against his lips, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
“It was a mistake. I got swept up doing what I thought was the right thing, what everyone wanted me to do, and talked myself into marrying him. Don’t get me wrong, I care about Calder, but something was missing.
Maybe that’s why our sex life was so bland and boring.
I thought it was my fault, but the truth is I’m not sure he really loved me.
Not enough to last a lifetime, and the same goes for me.
Because now I know the difference. I … I think I’m falling in love with you too. ”
He grips my hips with those strong, callused hands and pulls me tighter against him. His eyes burn into mine, dark with need. “Say it again.”
My heart slams against my ribs. I slide my hands up his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palms, and whisper, “I’m falling in love with you, Brecken.”
A raw, relieved sound escapes him, before he closes his eyes and a shaky smile tugs at his lips. “You don’t know how much I wanted to hear you say that. Thank God.” His voice is rough, almost broken. “I’ve been dreading the thought of leaving you.”
I cup his face with both hands. “And now you don’t have to.” I lean in until our lips are barely touching. “I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
He groans deep in his chest, and kisses me fiercely—hungry and desperate, like he’s been starving for this exact moment. He slides a hand up my back and tangles his fingers in my hair, holding me right where he wants me, while the other grips my hip harder, pressing our bodies flush together.
It doesn’t take long for us to pick up where we left off. In one smooth motion he lifts me and slides back inside me, bare, thick and perfect.
This time there’s no lesson, and no pretending as we move together slowly, never taking our eyes off each other.
We make love off and on through the night until we collapse together, all tousled and sweaty, at around 3 a.m. He pulls the covers over us and holds me close, brushing his lips against my temple.
“Having you all to myself for the whole night is like a dream,” I whisper.
“Well get used to it because I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight. Not ever, if you’ll have me.”
I smile against his chest, with a sense of peace settling over me for the first time in months.
Tomorrow I’ll call Calder and end the fiasco. Then I’ll face the consequences and the questions from my family and friends.
But right now, in this moonlit suite with Brecken’s heart beating steady beneath my ear, I know I’ve found exactly what I was missing.
Not just incredible sex.
Not just confidence.
Love.
Real, consuming, undeniable love.
Thank you for reading Training the Bride.
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