Chapter 16 #2
One of his hands slid up my stomach to massage my boob, tweaking my nipple.
The added stimulation nearly undid me, but I fought to hold on.
I wanted to make him work for it, but it was proving to be a difficult challenge.
His fingers curled at the peak of his thrust, lodging my breath in my throat.
The edge was approaching too quickly, too soon.
Then he withdrew his fingers suddenly and replaced them with his tongue, clamping his mouth over my sex and sucking.
It created an entirely new sensation that I was helpless against. My whole body reacted like I’d been struck by lightning, muscles tensing and convulsing, my head the only part of me left touching the couch.
He grabbed my ass, steadying me as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.
My cry bounced off the living room walls as Wayne’s tongue continued pumping in and out of my passage, not letting up, not slowing down.
I grabbed onto the couch behind my head, trying to ground myself somehow, but I was completely at his mercy.
Heat coiled in my core and I braced myself.
One hand released my ass, and he rubbed his thumb furiously over my clit, plunging his tongue even deeper.
“Fuck!” I gasped before my throat locked down again.
My breath hitched as another orgasm took me violently.
Heat washed over my skin and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
In that moment, I drifted on cloud nine, unfiltered ecstasy surging through my veins.
My head was light and foggy, like being drunk without the bad aftertaste.
Then he dragged his tongue hard along my sensitive folds before settling me carefully on the sofa, bringing me back.
Breath rushed into my lungs and I took a few seconds to reorient myself.
He sat on the other side of the couch, my legs across his lap, watching me with a knowing smirk.
His dick still stood tall and I moved my leg, brushing my toes across the tip. It twitched at the attention.
“You okay?” he asked, smirk widening to a half-smile.
When I was sure I could move without my legs wobbling, I sat up and pressed my lips to his. He tasted of me, but I didn’t care—I fucking wanted him. Wayne grabbed my ass and tried to position me in his lap, but I resisted. He pulled away from the kiss and lifted an amused eyebrow.
I turned away from him and straddled his lap backwards, grabbing his hands and bringing them around to my boobs.
Carefully, I positioned myself over his steely length and eased myself down.
He gave a barely audible hiss and I clamped down on my own reaction, my sensitivity still dialed up to eleven.
Pulling me against him, my back pressed to his chest, he pushed his hips up and slammed deep inside me.
This was what I’d wanted. Giving in, I moaned as he fucked me hard, our flesh slapping together loudly.
He massaged my breasts, kissed my shoulder and neck.
One hand left its post and glided down my stomach to circle my swollen clit gently.
My insides tightened around him, eliciting another hiss from him as he pushed his nose into the hair behind my ear.
“Bianca.” My name was a half-whisper, half-groan, all turn-on.
I gathered enough of my senses to reply. “F-fuck me.”
He growled and wrapped his other arm around my waist, lifting me up enough for him to pull out further and drive in harder.
His gentle touch on my clit was gone, replaced by the same ferocity that pushed me through my second orgasm.
Wayne filled me and emptied me in rapid succession, tearing me apart, pushing me to come again for him, always for him.
As if sensing my thoughts, his hot breath washed over my ear. “Come for me.”
So I did.
My head fell back on his shoulder as the sensation ripped through my stomach, my chest, my throat.
He continued mercilessly, drawing it out until spots danced on the edges of my vision.
The steel band around my waist tightened and his other arm joined it.
He pressed his forehead into my neck, gasping and groaning as his hard thrusts slowed and magma filled my veins.
I slumped in his arms, sliding down his cock again. His hips jerked, but he only held me close, nuzzling the spot where my neck met my shoulder. He cursed under his breath and kissed my damp skin.
Turning my head toward him, I smiled. “Your eggs are probably cold now.”
Briana met me at our parents’ house later in the afternoon, while Wayne was busy cooking. We had a game plan, and damn, but I hoped it worked.
“Anything new for me?” I asked my father after we’d settled in for a visit. “New sponsorships or anything?”
He nodded. “I’ve got a list of companies asking for sponsored videos. I think if you pace yourself, you can pepper them in with your nonsponsored content, so it doesn’t just look like you’re out there doing nothing but sponsored.”
“You also need to make sure it’s clear in any contracts that I give my honest opinion. If I don’t like their product, I’ll be tactful, but I’ll be honest.”
He nodded. “Agreed. A few of them requested that you simply keep the product and fee but not upload the video in that case.”
I shrugged. “I suppose that’s fine.” What I wouldn’t do, though, was lie.
“Okay,” Mom said. “I made sandwiches. You two can talk business later.”
We followed her into the kitchen and sat around the table, where she’d made a heaping platter of finger sandwiches.
“So, how are you two?” Mom asked. “It’s a rare treat to have you both here at the same time.”
“Too bad Hayden isn’t out of school yet,” Dad said. “She could’ve come.”
“Yeah, they get Thanksgiving and Black Friday, then they’re out all next week,” Bri said.
“How’s Jace?” Mom asked, reaching over and rubbing Bri’s belly. They weren’t fans of Bri and Jace not being married, but now that I knew what I did, it felt like a nonissue somehow. The mating bond was so much larger.
“Dad, do you recall how you hired a friend of Jace’s to cook for me when I first moved out on my own?” I asked as I picked at my sandwich.
“Yeah, and the jerk quit with no notice.”
“He had his reasons,” I said quickly. Too quickly. Dad shot me a suspicious look.
“Well, Mom, Dad,” I sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve actually started dating Wayne.”
Mom grinned, but Dad’s eyes narrowed further. “Is that why he quit?”
“No, actually, he figured out that he wasn’t happy being a personal chef. He switched careers and is doing this meal service delivery thing where he cooks and manages it, and his employees deliver and handle customer service. He’s so much happier now.”
Dad shrugged. “I get it. I don’t hold a grudge over something like that, I suppose, but I’m not sure how I feel about you two dating. Isn’t he quite a bit older than you?”
I nodded thoughtfully. I hadn’t even considered our age difference, though he was six years older. “A bit. Nothing major.”
“Okay, but I don’t want you being taken advantage of.” Dad put his sandwich down and stared at me.
“Dad, she’s twenty-two, not twelve,” Bri cut in. “She’s fine.”
He moved his gaze to Bri. “You know this man?”
Briana nodded. “Yes, and he’s good people. Very good people. I know his family, too. His mother and sisters are great.”
Mom continued beaming, but Dad sniffed, and I recognized it as a move I often did, sniffing in displeasure. “Well,” he said. “I suppose it’s okay, but if he’s going to be a boyfriend and not just some guy you’re going on a few dates with, you need to bring him around.”
“Oh, yes,” Mom said. “Invite him for dinner.”
“Hey,” I said. “Jace didn’t get the dad talk.”
Dad glared at me. “Jace saved your sister from her psychotic ex-husband. He gets a pass.”
I beamed at both my parents. “Okay. I’ll bring him ‘round. But don’t worry. You’re going to love him.”