Brynne #2
My chin lifted a hair as I said, “Well, I wasn’t.”
Full lips pulled into a smirk as he lifted his gaze to mine once more. He said nothing—did nothing. Just let me sit in the full weight of my lie.
The night closed in, shielding us from prying eyes and gossiping townies. His chest brushed against me as he moved even closer, lips just a breath from mine.
His breathing was ragged, harsh . It was the only sound I could hear, the only thing I could focus on.
I mimicked every inhale, watched his chest fall as he exhaled.
My fingers toyed with the fabric of my dress at my side before I lifted it and rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath his sternum.
The stars twinkled behind him as I stared up into his eyes.
“I want you, Theo,” I whispered. “In whatever way you’ll have me.”
“ Brynne .” My name was a prayer off his lips. Desperation spilled from every letter, off every breath. “Forever— that is the only way I’ll have you.”
His arm encircled me, hand pressed against my back, urging me forward. My breath caught in my lungs, eyelids drooping as he closed the distance between us.
We shared breath.
For just a moment.
His nose brushed against mine, and darkness coated my vision as I shut my eyes completely, sinking into this moment. And then…
Lips .
Warm. Firm. Full.
He kissed me like his life depended on it—as if I was the very oxygen he needed to survive. We were a mess of teeth, tongues, lips. His long fingers tangled into my hair, gripping it until the bite of pain heightened my pleasure, just like at the bar.
My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as he could get. But it was still, somehow, not close enough.
“ Theo ,” I breathed—I begged .
He was unrelenting. Not stopping to breathe, to respond.
His hand went to the slit in my dress, and he shoved it open before wedging his thigh between mine. I gasped at the contact, at the way he gripped my hip and forced me to move.
“Theo,” I said again, my fingers gripping the ends of his hair.
“Ride my thigh, baby. I need to see you come.”
“But—” I glanced at the closed door, and his lips found their mark on my neck, sucking and licking my racing pulse. “People?—”
“Let them find us,” he growled. “Let them watch how a man makes his girl feel good.”
His girl.
God, I was his girl.
Both hands dropped to my hips now, and he urged me back and forth, his lips never leaving my neck. I rested my head against the wall, moaning as electricity shot through my body.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “I need to hear you.”
My mouth opened, his thigh moving with every roll of my hips. I chased the pleasure ripping through my body like a lightning bolt. Gripping his suit jacket, I steadied myself as I ground against him.
“I’m so fucking hard,” he said, his hot breath against my ear, the confession a near-whimper.
“Let me feel you,” I begged, dragging my hand down the hard planes of his torso. But he gripped my wrist, stopping me.
“This is about you right now.” I shook my head. It wasn’t—it was about us .
I pulled my hand away, only to spread the high slit in my dress until I was fully exposed to him. His eyes dropped to my panties, to that little thong I’d told him I wore. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his breath rattling in his chest.
My leg slid up until it wrapped around his hip, and I pulled him closer. “I want to feel you. ”
I saw the moment his restraint shattered.
His hands dropped to my ass, and he effortlessly lifted me into the air—the first time anyone had ever been able to do that. I wrapped both legs around him, and he ground against me, my eyes widening at the long, thick hardness beneath his pants.
And then his lips were on mine again.
He pressed harder against my body, grinding his cock against my aching center until I was whimpering into his mouth.
“Such a needy little thing,” he murmured against my lips. “I can feel you soaking through my pants, Red. You’re making such a mess.”
I dragged myself against his cock, eyes rolling to the back of my head. “That’s it,” he said softly. “Rub your pussy against me until you come hard enough to see stars.”
“Will you come with me?” I asked, bouncing as I chased the orgasm running through my body. “Please, Theo. Please—” My head fell against the wall again.
“Oh, fuck.” He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his hips moving faster and faster. “If you keep begging me, yeah, baby, I’ll come in my pants for you.”
A moan slipped from my lips, my vision blurring at the heat coursing through my veins. My lower stomach tightened, my pussy throbbing.
“Theo, please.” It was breathy, almost inaudible.
“God. Fuck .”
Every drag of his hips forced another moan out. My fingers dug into the unyielding muscles on his shoulders, steadying myself.
“I’m so close,” I said, my voice too loud. “Please— please ?—”
Sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking into my neck. My thighs trembled, and my body shook.
“I’ve thought about doing this to you for years,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I’ve thought about dragging you away from everyone else, shoving up whatever dress you were wearing, and making you come all over my cock until you were so drunk on cum that you couldn’t think straight.”
His lips trailed over my neck, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. “I’ve wanted that too,” I admitted.
“Yeah? You wanted to sneak around and come into my room? Lay on my bed and let me feast on your perfect little cunt? Press your face into the pillows so no one could hear you while I fucked you from behind?”
“God, yes .”
“You’re so fucking perfect, Brynne.”
My grip on him tightened, another whine leaving me—this one the neediest of the night—and I felt him smile against my throat.
He moved faster, harder, unrelenting in his thrusts. I could barely breathe. Wave after wave of aftershocks coursed through me with every rough swipe of his cock. I thrashed in his hold, my clit overly sensitive.
I cried out with my release, feeling his fingers tighten on my ass.
“I’m coming,” he grunted. “Fuck. Fuck .” His breath stuttered, and the veins in his neck popped as he groaned through his release. But he never stopped moving—he dragged every ounce of pleasure from our bodies before he pulled his face away, eyes hooded as he stared at me.
For a moment, that was all we could do. Stare.
Our breathing was uneven, and our skin was like fire. But he finally, slowly, dropped my feet to the ground, his hands on my hips steadying me. Without them, I knew I’d fall. I’d crumple to the floor in a sated heap.
“That was amazing,” I said breathlessly.
That arrogant smirk filled his face before he kissed me again. Resting his forehead against mine, he took a deep breath. “Next time, I’m fucking you. I don’t care where we are or who will see us. I need to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”
“You have such a way with words,” I teased, nipping his bottom lip with my teeth.
“And you have a way of making me go crazy. Do shit I’ve never done before. Say shit I’ve never said.” His eyes flicked between mine as he pulled away, smoothing my hair away from my face. “ My girl .”
My heart melted at the way he said it, at the softness in his gaze.
“Your girl.”
He stepped fully away, and the chill of the night assaulted me. I righted my dress, then wrapped my arms around myself.
“I have to go home,” he finally said, gesturing to his pants. I sucked my lip between my teeth, and he let out a breathy chuckle. “You probably should, too. You’re just as big of a mess.”
“What if I like being messy?”
His head fell back on a long groan. “Don’t say shit like that, Red. Or I’ll bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you senseless.”
“Next time, Playboy.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, giving me a final kiss. And then he was gone, waltzing down the steps into the parking lot like he hadn’t just made me come against the side of the event center, like he didn’t currently have his own cum soaked into his designer suit pants.
I watched him disappear into the sea of cars, and when his rumbled to life, I tipped my head back and laughed.