CHAPTER SIX
Bridger
We didn’t make it three steps inside before I had her against the wall.
My mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her gasp. Her hands fisted in my hair before I even got the door closed.
I kissed down her neck, tasting her skin, feeling her pulse jump under my lips.
“Bedroom,” I managed against her throat.
“Yeah.”
We made it to the stairs. I got halfway up before I had to taste her again. I turned her, backed her against the wall, and kissed her like I was drowning and she was air.
Her hands went to my shirt, pulling at it frantically. I helped her, yanking it over my head and tossing it down the stairs.
She stared at my chest. Her hands came up tentatively, fingers tracing over my abs, following the lines of ink that covered my shoulders and arms.
“Touch me,” I said. “Anywhere you want.”
Her hands explored, trailing over muscle and ink, setting every nerve ending on fire. When her fingers brushed over a nipple, I hissed.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Yeah. I like that.” But I needed more. I needed everything.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off then made short work of her bra.
There hadn’t been time yesterday to properly worship her.
I placed my hands under her breasts, lifting them.
They overflowed my hands when I cupped them.
Soft, perfect curves that I was going to spend hours enjoying.
I wanted to fuck them. Wanted to push my cock between them and watch her tongue come out to lick the head just like she had the popsicle.
I wanted to come all over them and watch it drip down her skin.
A filthy thought, but that’s what she did in me.
Washed away the civilized veneer. Brought everything back to the basics. A man wanting a woman.
I leaned my head back and groaned.
“What?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. Just a very x-rated thought brought on about you sucking that damn popsicle.”
Her eyes went wide, then she smiled. That fascinating curve of her mouth that was both innocent and seductive all at one.
“Should we start list?”
I laughed. “Yeah, we should. Later. So much later.”
“Fuck yeah,” she breathed.
“Let me look at you.”
Her cheeks flushed pink, the color spreading down her neck to her chest. But she didn’t fight me.
I looked. Really looked. Memorized every curve, every freckle, the way her breathing made her breasts rise and fall.
“You’re perfect,” I said.
She looked at me like she didn’t quite believe me. Like she’d heard those words before from men who hadn’t meant them.
Men who probably saw the soft fullness of her body as a compromise instead of the ultimate fucking prize. I could see the tiny shadow of doubt in her eyes, the echo of some corporate asshole making her feel like she took up too much space in the world.
I wasn’t softening anything.
“Hey.” I caught her chin. “I mean it.”
“Bridger—”
“Every curve. Every perfect part of you.” My hand slid down her side, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip. “I want you Roxie. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman in my life.”
Before she could say anything else, I scooped her up and carried her up the rest of the stairs. When I reached my bedroom, I didn’t turn on the lights. The afternoon sun streaming through the windows.
I laid her on my bed and stopped to take in the moment. She was there. Finally. Right where she belonged. Hair spread across my pillow. Lips swollen from my kisses. Her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Half-naked in my bed.
Mine.
“Bridger, come here.”
I climbed onto the bed, caging her in with my arms, and kissed her. Slow this time. Taking my time to taste her, to feel her soften beneath me.
When I pulled back, her eyes were dark with want. She had never looked more beautiful.
I kissed down her jaw. Her neck. Sucked on the spot where her pulse hammered. She arched into me, her hands sliding into my hair.
I kissed down to her breasts and paused. “I’ve always been a breast man,” I said, glancing up at her. “And yours are fucking incredible.”
Before she could respond, I closed my hand over her breast, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. I squeezed gently, testing the weight of it.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
I slid one hand behind her back and unfastened her bra, easing it off her shoulder before tossing it aside. Leaning down, I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her back arching off the bed.
I sucked again, pulling the nipple deep, swirling my tongue around it. Her hands tightened in my hair, and I loved it. Loved the sounds she was making. Loved the way she tasted. I pulled my mouth away, my thumb brushing over the wet, hard nipple.
“God, Bridger—”
I lowered my mouth again, teeth closing over the wet bud, and she moaned.
“I could spend all day right here,” I said against her skin, kissing the underside of her breast. “Just worshipping these. You.”
“Please—”
“Please what, baby?”
“I need—more—”
I kissed down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump and quiver under my lips. When I reached the top of her shorts, I looked up at her as I slowly unbuttoned them, dragging the zipper down slowly. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down her legs along with her underwear.
And then she was completely naked in my bed.
I sat back on my heels, trying to memorize every inch of her.
Her breasts, heavy and flushed from my mouth. Her thick thighs. The dark hair between them that told me exactly where I was going next.
She was every wet dream I’d ever had.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Look at you.”
Her thighs pressed together, the soft, rich fullness of them hiding her heat from me, and I shook my head. “No,” I said, running my hands up her legs, squeezing the thick, tempting curve of her outer thighs. “Let me see you.”
“Bridger.” She shook her head.
“Let me see all of you.” I pushed her thighs apart gently. Her pussy was pink and glistening, already wet for me.
I settled between her thighs, kissing her inner thigh. Her skin was so soft here, so sensitive. She shivered under my mouth. I kissed closer to where she needed me, teasing. I wanted her so ready I could send her over the edge with just one thrust.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” I bit down gently, leaving a faint pink mark. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?” I kissed her other thigh.
She tugged at my hair. “You know where.”
I grinned against her thigh. “Yes, I do. But you need to say it.”
She looked down at me, eyes glazed over. “My pussy. Please, Bridger. I need your mouth on my pussy.”
Hearing those words from her lips nearly undid me. I leaned in and licked up her slit in one long, slow stroke.
She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed.
I groaned at the taste of her. Sweet and rich and addictive. Better than anything I’d ever tasted.
I licked again, exploring every fold, every inch of her. Learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hands tighten in the sheets.
When I found her clit with my tongue, she nearly came off the bed.
“Oh God—Bridger—”
I circled it with my tongue. Her thighs trembled around my head. Then, I gave her what she wanted. What she needed. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked.
“Fuck!” she cried out.
I sucked harder, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her still while I worked her with my mouth. Then I slid one finger inside her. She was so tight, so wet. I could feel her pussy clenching around my finger.
“God, you’re soaked,” I said against her. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Bridger.” My name was a gasp of wanting.
“So desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” I added another finger, pumping slowly while my mouth worked her clit. I could feel every flutter, every clench. She was getting close.
I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot I knew would send her over the edge, and sucked her clit hard.
“Oh God—oh God, I’m going to—”
“Come for me,” I growled against her. “Come on my tongue.”
I add a finger and thrust deeper, faster, tongue licking her clit relentlessly.
She shattered.
Her whole body locked, back arching off the bed as her thighs clamped around my head. I felt her pussy pulse around my fingers, felt her clit throb against my tongue.
I didn’t stop. I kept licking, kept sucking, drawing out every wave of her orgasm until she was gasping, pushing weakly at my head.
“Too much—can’t—”
I gentled my touch, sucking up the juices of her relese.
When I finally pulled back and looked up at her, she was wrecked. There was no other word for it. Hair wild, chest heaving, eyes glazed.
Beautiful.
I kissed my way up her body, taking my time. Tasting her with my mouth, my tongue. My teeth. When I reached her mouth, I kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You taste incredible,” I said. “Like the richest thing I’ve ever had.”
She pulled me down for another kiss, her hands running over my back, my shoulders.
Then her hands went to my jeans.
I stood up from the bed, keeping my eyes on her as I unbuttoned my jeans.
Her gaze dropped, watching as I unzipped and pushed my jeans and boxers down.
My cock sprang free, hard and thick and aching.
Her eyes went wide.
I was big—I knew that—and rock hard. My cock jutted proud and aroused out from my body.I wrapped my hand around myself, stroking slowly from base to tip while I looked at her.
“See what you do to me?” I said, my voice rough. “I’ve been hard for you since the moment I saw you.” I stroked again, thumb swiping over the head where precum was already leaking.
“Bridger—”
“Just let me look at you,” I said, stroking my cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful laid out in my bed.”
I stroked myself slowly, eyes roaming over her. Her breasts red from my mouth. Her thighs still trembling. Her pussy glistening.
“Please,” she breathed. “I need you.”
“Yeah?” I climbed back onto the bed, settling between her thighs. “Need what?”
“You. Inside me. Please.”
I lined myself up at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her wetness.
“Look at me,” I said.
Her eyes met mine.
I pushed in slowly, just the head, and we both groaned.
She was tight. Wet. So perfect.
I pushed in deeper, inch by inch, watching her face. Watching her eyes flutter. Watching her mouth fall open.
When I was fully seated inside her, balls deep, we both went still.
Having her like this—wrapped around my cock, in my bed, looking up at me with those eyes—it was everything.
“You okay?” I asked.
She gave a deep gasp. “Yeah. You’re so big—I can feel you everywhere—”
I pulled back slowly, then pushed back in.
She gasped.
I started moving. Slow, deep thrusts that made her eyes close.
“That’s it,” I said, thrusting deeper. “I want to see every expression. Watch you fall apart on my cock.” I grabbed both her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“Keep them there.” I gripped her hips—those gorgeous fucking hips I’d been dreaming about—and pulled her into every thrust. My fingers dug deep into her plush flesh, leaving marks I knew I’d look at later with primitive pride.
Her body had so much delicious give. I was mesmerized by the sight of her heavy tits bouncing beautifully with the force of every slam.
“Look at you. Taking my cock like you were made for it.” I reached up, squeezing my hand over one of her breasts. “These tits bouncing as you take me.”
She moaned, and I felt her clench around me.
“You like that?” I asked. “Like me telling you how fucking perfect you are?”
“Yes—God, yes—”
I changed the angle as I felt her getting tighter, her pussy starting to flutter around me.
“You going to come on my cock like a good girl?” I asked, thrusting harder.
“Yes, Bridger. I want to be your good girl,” she gasped.
“That’s it. Let me feel you.” I knew I was about to lose control and I wanted her to fall with me. “Whose pussy is this?” I growled.
“Yours.”
I slammed into her hard. “Say my name.”
“Bridger.”
“That’s right.”
I drove into her hard and fast, hitting that spot inside her with every thrust. Her eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. She shattered around me, her pussy clenching so tight I nearly lost control.
I fucked her through it, long deep strokes while she trembled and gasped beneath me.
When she started to come down, I finally let myself go. My thrusts were jerky now as I chased my release. “Fuck—”
My orgasm slammed into me, and I buried myself as deep as I could go, coming hard inside her.
I groaned her name, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
When I finally stopped shaking, I looked down at her.
Flushed. Satisfied. Beautiful.
“Mine. You’re fucking mine, Roxie.” I buried my head in her neck, breathing in her scent.
Her eyes were still hazy with pleasure. “Yeah. Yours.”
I kissed her, my tongue tangling with hers. Then I pulled out before I got carried away and just started fucking her again. We both hissed.
I looked down and saw my cum leaking out of her and something primitive and possessive surged through me. I scooped some of it up with my fingers and pushed it back inside her.
She gasped. “You’re keeping every drop,” I growled, feeling my cock hardening again. So much for not overwhelming her. My hands found her hips. “Turn over,” I ordered.
Her eyes widened. “Already?”
I grinned down at her. “Already.”
She turned onto her stomach, and I ran my hands down her back to the curve of her ass.
It was wide, round, and completely flawless.
I gripped the thick flare of her hips and pulled her up onto her knees, presenting that gorgeous rear perfectly for my cock.
Watching her fullness tremble slightly as I lined myself up behind her nearly drove me through the roof.
“You’re not leaving this fucking bed for hours.”
“Promise?” she asked, breathless.
I pushed into her from behind in one hard thrust.
“Promise.”