Chapter 4 #2
“That’s not why I’m leaving… Fine, maybe it has something to do with it. But I really am going to be alright.” She smiled brightly. “Thank you for the best two days of my life. I’ll cherish these memories forever.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed with concern.
Jill grinned at him. “I was fine before you came into my life, Bradley. I’ll be fine after you leave.” Even if her life was never going to be the same.
Stepping forward, she hugged him before turning around and heading toward Terry and Emma to say her goodbyes.
“You’re leaving already?” Emma said, sad to see her go.
Jill claimed she had a headache and congratulated the newlywed couple once more before leaving. Her brother walked with her to the door.
“It was a lovely ceremony,” she said.
“Yes, it was.” He grinned widely. “Can you believe I’m married?”
She grinned back at him. “Honestly, no. It all feels so surreal. I always figured you to be the type to play the field before settling down at thirty-five or something. Then I saw you with Emma and knew your bachelor days were numbered.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here, Jill. Today wouldn’t be as special as it is without you.”
“I’m glad I made it too,” she replied, patting his arm in comfort.
“And I know Dad couldn’t make it today—”
“Yes, he did.” She interrupted him. “Remember what you told me on my graduation day when I started crying about him not being there.”
He nodded. “I remember.”
“You said Dad wanted to watch me graduate from college too much to miss it for any reason. You told me he was in heaven, sitting in front of a big TV screen, watching his daughter graduate from college. I think he wouldn’t miss your wedding for any reason either.”
“I know. Thanks, Jill.” He grinned. “I’m glad to see you’re finally getting along with Bradley. For a moment there, I was worried that would be a problem.”
She looked at Bradley across the room. He was talking to someone, but he seemed to sense her eyes on him, raising his head and looking straight at her. She held his gaze for a second before looking away.
“Yes, it’s great we get along now. How early are you leaving for your honeymoon tomorrow?”
“Not too early,” he said. “Our flight doesn’t leave till noon.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
“Yes.”
They continued talking for a few minutes before she said one last good night and walked out of the hall. As she walked to the elevator, she realized she was going to a cold, empty room alone. It left a bad taste in her mouth. Changing direction, she made her way to the swimming pool.
She sat on the edge and watched everyone having a good time.
She even saw a few couples making out in the shadows.
She had been looking forward to this for weeks, but now they all paled in comparison to the one night she spent with him, and Jill worried she’d ruined her vacation.
She stayed by the pool for almost an hour before heading back inside.
The door swung open as she walked toward the elevator, and Bradley stepped off, looking frustrated. He stopped when he saw her and scowled.
“Where have you been?” he growled. “I’ve looked for you everywhere.”
His sense of urgency worried her. “What happened?” she asked, already panicking.
“What do you think?” he hissed. “You wouldn’t stop talking, and now all I can think of are those things you said. It’s like you’re in my head, and there is only one way I can think to get you out.”
He sounded so frustrated she couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to know she had not been the only one suffering. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the elevator.
“I still think this is a terrible idea,” he said as the elevator door closed. “But I can’t think of anything else to quench this thirst I have for you.”
She smiled up at him. “Then I guess you’d better start drinking. God knows I’m parched.”
Groaning, he pushed her against the elevator wall and kissed her. “Where do you want to go? Your room is closer.”
They looked at each other and arrived at a decision.
A few minutes later, Bradley pulled her into his suite and resumed making out with her.
It drove her wild the way he kissed her, hands roaming around her body like it wasn’t enough that his tongue was plundering her mouth with such exquisite finesse.
Like he needed to claim every part of her…
again. He already owned so much of her that it was not hard to surrender everything else.
Pushing away from him, she leaned against the door and stared at the thick bulge in his pants. He was breathing hard, gaze dark with arousal as he looked at her.
“What’s going through that naughty little head of yours?” he asked, his voice so rough and hard with male heat that it sounded like he was growling at her.
What was going through her head? Like he didn’t know exactly what she wanted from him, even when she didn’t.
“Your cock,” she said unabashedly. The time for modesty was long past and if she was honest, it never existed with him.
From the moment she laid her eyes on him, they were destined to end at this very moment.
“I want it in my mouth,” she finished, licking her lower lip hungrily.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded. “Then come to bed, baby…”
She shook her head. “Too far,” she said even though the bed was not more than a few feet away. “I want you right now… Right here…”
He moved closer then, his body growing impossibly large until he loomed over her. “What else do you want?” he asked, one hand reaching up to cradle her face. “How do you want me to fuck you tonight?”
That touch, so tender and gentle, had her body trembling with arousal as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She prayed she wasn’t falling in love with him.
That would be a very stupid thing to do, but it was hard not to wonder if the reason her body was so utterly subject to his desire was that he’d carved a place in her beating chest.
“In my mouth first. I want your cock in my mouth just like you promised me.”
“You’ve already had my cock in your mouth, baby,” he reminded her.
“Not like that,” she whispered. “I want it like you promised in the closet. Remember when you said you’ll make me go to my knees and suck your cock till you come in my mouth.”
He was breathing hard now, broad chest rising and falling as he looked at her. “You know I really wanted to make you do that, right? My cock was so fucking hard I was worried it wouldn’t go down in time to go back to the rehearsal. For a moment, I considered making you suck it for some relief.”
“I would have,” she said immediately.
He chuckled. “No, you wouldn’t have. You were so intent on proving you could resist me that I knew it would take some effort to make you do it.”
“No, it wouldn’t have,” she whispered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m pretty helpless when it comes to resisting you.
I imagined it, you know,” she continued, placing her hand on his chest as she looked up at him.
“The way you’ll push me to my knees and then pull your cock out.
” Her voice was ragged, her eyes wild, and her pussy wet.
“You’ll grab my hair and feed it to me, fucking my mouth until you fill it with your… ”
He grabbed her hair, sliding one hand up her neck and pulling on her dark locks.
Lust unlike anything she’d ever known slammed into her guts.
It raced through her system, sending arousal arcing through her with such force that it felt like she was on fire.
Her pussy throbbed, but it was the itch in her throat she was desperate to scratch.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered. “You’re playing a game I’m not sure you’re ready for.”
“Try me,” she snapped.
He turned her around and pushed her against the door. Then she felt his throbbing cock as he pressed his crotch against her. One hand held her wrists, and a few seconds later, she felt his belt loop around her wrists. He tightened and secured it, making sure her hand stayed back until he decided.
“I keep telling myself you’re far too young for me,” he drawled, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. “Too innocent for what I want to do, then I see your face and hear you talk and wonder if you have any idea what you’re asking for.”
Her eyes sparkled, and she panted as she looked back at him, tongue stroking over her lips in a gesture that was not meant to be sexual but made the cock pressed against her ass jump.
“How can you know how much I can take when you won’t test me?”
“Fuck me,” he muttered, and she heard the rasp of his zipper.
When he turned her around, she gasped at the sight of his cock. It was violently engorged, his male member so fiercely swollen she could see the veins that ran down his shaft up to the smooth purple bulb of his crown.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he growled, his hand tightening in her hair as he turned her and pressed her down.
Wild, wanton, she went to her knees, staring up at him, her eyes flashing with color, darker green and lighter green swirling together in an incredible hue as the pupils dilated.
He held the shaft of his cock in his hand, pressing it against his lower stomach as she licked her lips.
Eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, he used the hold he had on her hair to pull her to his tortured ball sac.
“Lick my balls. Suck them. Nice and easy, baby.”
She wasted no time in doing that and heard him growl in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward.
Looking up at him, she swirled her tongue around the throbbing flesh before drawing one of the huge tortured spheres into her mouth.
He hissed, the hand in her hair tightening.
She winced in pain but didn’t let go and pulled the other ball in her mouth, licking and sucking on one and then the other.