Chapter 16
After calling room service, a platter of various edibles was delivered outside the room.
Breht dutifully brought in the silver tray, placing it down on the sideboard.
In the interim, they’d chatted idly and joked about how terrible the coffee was in the room.
Breht made them a brew, and Brierley had almost spat it over his white shirt; her complaint followed soon after.
“Why do you think I normally buy them for you?” He protested.
Brierley picked up a soft pastry and pulled at the insides of it. “I don’t want you to leave.” She said before taking a bite.
His throat constricted with emotion, and he desperately tried not to choke on the bacon he shovelled into his mouth. Breht took a hard swallow before replying, “If it helps, I don’t exactly want to go.”
“Before I beg you to stay, is there anything else I need to know?” She asked.
He looked down at his already packed suitcase.
She wouldn’t need to beg him very hard to get him to unpack, but she’d asked for honesty in her words.
Before today, everything about him felt broken.
Brierley had done amazingly at putting those pieces back together “I don’t have a very good relationship with my Matriarch,” he replied, looking at the sorry state of his breakfast. He’d been pushing stray bits of food around with his fork, so they’d turned into mush; he didn’t want to eat it.
“So, if you’re looking for a loving, caring family?
” he shook his head and shrugged. He’d never spoken aloud about the light in which Dura saw him, but since his Ma assumed the worst of him, their already fraught relationship was in tatters beyond stitching.
“I don’t need that,” Brierley replied.
“I’m pretty sure Rosani will keep sniffing around,” he assumed. “But, don’t worry, you’ve nothing to fear there. I’m all yours,” he reassured when Brierley looked at him aghast.
“I’ll need to go back, purely to settle my affairs, though. Work. Apartment. You know. Boring stuff,” he explained. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
She nodded, still idly picking at the pastry.
“But, you’ve got me for the next,” He looked at the watch on his thick wrist, “Two hours,” he grinned, trying to cheer her suddenly sullen mood. “If you can spare the time?”
Brierley smiled across the little table at him. A light breeze billowed through the lace curtain, and it reached out across the airy room towards her. Melancholy filtered into her; she’d just found him. She wasn’t yet ready to let go again quite so soon.
“You didn’t eat your sausage,” his grin widened behind his tusks, continuing to attempt to cheer her.
“I’m wary,” Brierley mocked, her eyes flicking down momentarily to where he sat, uncovered. “The last one I had near me exploded and covered me in juice.”
The laugh he returned was heartfelt, and he stood, reaching out his hand for her. “Come here, baby girl.”
Brierley's eyes brightened at his words, her cheeks flushing with colour.
A spike of arousal shivered straight to her core at those beautiful words, making her tingle with anticipation.
She reached up and took his hand, and he led her to the edge of the bed.
Breht lifted her easily and settled her down in his lap, holding her close.
He snuggled her close against his chest and lowered the hood of the bathrobe so that he could kiss her neck.
She leaned against him, rolling her neck to allow him easier access.
The rake of his tusks against the softness of her skin felt amazing, and she closed her eyes, relaxing underneath his attention.
His large hand slipped into the front of the bathrobe, cupping her breast. Fondling her as he held her against him.
Trapped on his knee as his hands roamed, exploring her.
His fingers found the sensitive tips, and he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, and they stiffened underneath his touch.
She let out a whispered sigh, frustrated that she was unable to return the favour.
Unable to touch him from where she was pinned against him.
His other hand stroked down her stomach over her abdomen, pulling the cord of the bathrobe.
Opening it. Brierley was his plaything, and he had every intention of enjoying her.
He parted his legs, taking hers with him, giving him easy access to her. Gentle brushes of his hand teased her most sensitive place, and she arched into his sensual touch, eager for more.
Breht kept his touches light, coaxing her into a wanton frenzy of oozing need.
When his hand lowered to her entrance, she was slick with desire; wet and desperately needy for him.
He pressed a thick finger into her, still stroking her sensitive sweet spot with his thumb.
She made adorable little noises that sent shivers of arousal deep between his legs.
His arousal stiffened, pressing at the entrance of her perfectly parted legs.
"I'm going to make love to you properly this time," he whispered into her ear. And how she moaned at his promise. He kissed the back of her neck. "Be a good girl and get my jacket?" He asked, the command in which he spoke made her eager to obey.
Brierley dutifully crossed the room and took the jacket from the coat hook. She'd never been so aroused by someone calling her pet names before today; the casual confidence with which he ordered had her body responding with liquid heat.
Breht, without taking his eyes off her, took his wallet out of his pocket. From it, he took a packet of protection. He tore it open and held out the opened contents towards her.
Before she could take it from him, he held his hand away; "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" He asked. It wasn't a case of no going back should she change her mind. He wanted her. He wanted to give her a chance to back away before he took her for his own.
"Yes," She replied, and he held out the opened packet towards her.
Brierley took it from him and sank to her knees and rolled the condom down his proudly jutting length.
He let out a rumbling groan, and his head lolled to the side as she touched him, his hardness throbbing in her fingers.
She stroked him firmly under the pretence of rolling the rubber down his impressive member until he reached out his hand for her to stand again, guiding her back onto his lap.
She was slippery with desire, and his thick finger returned to massaging her. Preparing her to take his impressive length. His voice was low, soothing. "You're so wet for me, Princess. I think you're ready."
Wordlessly, Brierley submissively agreed.
"Good girl," he replied, giving her one last, circling rub.
His hand moved away as his hip shifted, guiding himself towards her slick core. Pressing against her entrance.
She'd never had something so large and firm between her legs.
And she gasped. Biting her bottom lip and still managing to moan.
He worked his way into her, inch by torturously slow inch.
She felt unbelievably tight around him, and he grunted with the effort.
The slow intrusion was agonising and heady.
He could already feel her tight walls twitching around him, and with a deep breath, he pressed the rest of his considerable length into her.
Stretching her, filling her as he pushed his way into her depths.
Gently, he stroked her hair from her face. She was sweaty from the exertion of taking him. Concerned, Breht asked, "How are you feeling? Am I all right for you?"
"Yes," Brierley moaned. She felt so stretched, so full, so spellbindingly amazing.
The rocking of his hips was slow as he dragged his length out of her once again, before pushing back inside.
She could feel every engorged vein rubbing her insides.
When his hand came back around to circle her most sensitive place, the moans he brought forth were exotic to her own ears.
He cupped her breast again, and every touch was a gentle caress, leaving her panting and wanting more.
His fingers gently pinched her sensitised centre, and he whispered, "You think I'd be able to stay away from this?" Her walls clamped down on him at his sudden rough treatment, gripping his impressive length. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. He felt amazing between her legs.
He felt her walls tightening against him, twitching and squeezing him.
He breathed hard between kisses, barely keeping his composure.
"You can come whenever you need to," he encouraged.
She replied with a dizzy, light-headed moan.
And she fell. Her walls fluttered over him as her arousal peaked.
Heaving short, deep breaths as a world-shattering orgasm ripped from her.
She felt delightfully slippery between her legs, and the gentle motions of his rocking hips drew out her rippling orgasm for a lifetime.
She nestled against him, breathlessly dizzy. He was incredible, and she turned her head to kiss him and tell him.
His hands moved to her waist, his thick fingers tightening to grip hold of her. Now that he had brought her to a loving climax, he needed that sweet release of his own.