Chapter 19
Lillian
All the air leaves my lungs when he lifts me off the counter and turns to hurry from the room. I don’t laugh when he drops me onto the mattress. I don’t have time.
Bryson pushes my nightie up my body, exposing my breasts, leaving the material gathered high on my chest. He’s breathing heavily as he props himself up with his palms on either side of me.
He looks into my eyes with an intensity that crackles in the air. “Do you want this, Lillian? Do you want me to suck your pussy until you come?”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage.
He rises slowly. “Pull your knees up and spread them for me, sweet girl.”
I do as I’m told, shaking violently. I’ve wanted this for weeks, but I’ve been desperate for it for twenty-four hours. That’s how far we’ve come since he came over last night.
It’s as though we knew this would happen if we gave in to our desire to be together, and we put it off as long as possible to be certain it was the right decision. All bets were off once I saw him for the second time in the flesh. I knew it immediately. I’m sure he did, too.
He still doesn’t touch me as he slowly dips his gaze down my body, worshipping me with his eyes. He did this earlier, and I nearly lost my mind. This time is different. This time, he’s going to follow through and let me come.
“I’m going to devour you, Lillian,” he says firmly. “I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t see straight. But don’t ask for more. Not tonight. We’re barreling at warp speed in this relationship. I won’t rush into taking you with my cock. Understood?”
I nod.
Bryson sets his hands on my inner thighs and presses them wider.
The exposure is tremendous. I’m desperate to come. One orgasm. That’s all I’ve experienced. I want another one. I want a dozen.
When he lowers his head between my legs, I can’t breathe. The first gentle swipe of his tongue through my folds and over my clit makes me moan. I never fully came down from my high earlier. I’m still swollen and needy and wet. It only takes seconds for my eyes to roll back and my jaw to drop.
Bryson sucks my clit, holding it captive while he flicks it with his tongue.
That’s all it takes. I cry out as pulses of release wash through me. It’s not enough. I want more. But I don’t need to worry. Bryson’s not done. He doesn’t even release my clit as I writhe.
When he lightly scrapes his teeth over the swollen nub, I moan. A second later, his tongue thrusts into my channel.
My head rolls back and forth. There’s an odd purring noise in the room. It’s coming from me.
He fucks me with his tongue over and over, growling against my pussy, the vibrations driving me higher.
Suddenly, his mouth is back on my clit, and he releases one thigh to thrust a finger into me.
I arch my chest off the bed, tip my head back, and grab his shoulders. Bracing myself, I try to lift my hips, but he stops me with his other hand on my pelvis.
He adds a second finger to my pussy, thrusting them in and out of me, dragging them across the front of my channel.
The room is spinning. I’m bombarded with the best sensations I’ve ever felt. Thank goodness I never considered entering into a loveless marriage for one moment.
Bryson nips at my clit, and I scream his name, “Bryson…” Another orgasm consumes me. This time, my pussy milks his fingers, waves of contractions gripping him.
He seems to know exactly when to ease back before releasing my clit and slowly removing his fingers. He kisses me sweetly all over my pussy.
I’m panting as I tip my head toward him. There’s a smile on my face that might be permanent. “Holy shit,” I mutter.
He smiles. “Yeah. Fuck, you’re sexy.” He wipes his mouth on the sheet and leans farther over my body.
The next thing I know, his lips are wrapped around one of my nipples, sucking, flicking, nibbling just enough to make me moan. And then his mouth comes to mine, kissing me deeply.
He holds my head, tipping it to the angle he wants as he continues kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s a heady experience. I wrap my arms around his body and dig my fingertips into the small of his back. If I could anchor him against me and never let him go, I would.
We’re both gasping for air when Bryson releases my lips.
He sets his forehead against mine. His voice is tight and gravelly when he speaks.
“I know it’s fast, Lillian, but I’ve never felt like this in my life.
I hope you’re not too innocent to recognize how fucking huge this is.
I want to yank out your suitcases, pack your shit, and move you into my house.
I want you next to me in my bed for the rest of my life.
I want your face to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning.
I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you have whatever you need to feel fulfilled. Please tell me you feel it, too.”
“Yes,” I respond without hesitation. “I feel all of it.”
He kisses me again. “I need to feed you boxed, orange mac and cheese. Slightly cold and congealed. Yum,” he says sarcastically.
I giggle. “There are chicken nuggets in the freezer if you want to heat some of those in the microwave instead,” I tease.
He shudders. “Can’t say I’m the world’s greatest cook, but I can do a hell of a lot better than that. Your processed food days are going to come to a halt soon.”
I wince. “Uh, yeah, about that…”
He lifts his brows, grinning.
“Just so you know, I don’t cook. I’ve never cooked. My mother thought it was beneath us.” I roll my eyes. “Maybe I could take some cooking classes?”
He chuckles. “Lils, if you want to learn to cook and you have an interest in attending classes, that’s fine.
I’ll arrange it. But don’t do anything because you think you need to in order to please me.
Maybe we can learn to navigate the kitchen together.
I kind of like the idea of us working side by side, making dinner. ”
“That sounds fun. I don’t think Camden lets Simone cook. Jameson doesn’t let Natasha either. It’s because they spend most of their time in Little space and something about Littles not touching a hot stove.”
Bryson kisses me again. He keeps my brain slightly scrambled. “If we determine you need that level of nurturing, we’ll make it work.”
“I don’t think I’m quite that Little, nor do I think I need to be coddled that much. It’s fun to play at a younger age for an hour or two. And maybe it’s fun to feel light and free to skip and giggle and be silly most of the time, but I don’t think rules that apply to a toddler are my style.”
Another kiss. Then another. “We’ll figure it out,” he mumbles against my lips. “I’m going to go reheat our delicious dinner. How about you put more clothes on so I can eat without a hard-on, yeah?”
I giggle and shake my head. “I like it when you can’t take your eyes off me and you get all growly. I figure if I tempt you with my nudity, eventually you’ll give in and have sex with me.”
He drops his forehead onto the mattress next to my ear and graces me with another of his growls. “You naughty girl.”
“You keep saying that. I call it resourceful.”
Grinning like a loon, I watch as he leaves the bedroom. As soon as he’s gone, I use the bathroom and adjust my sexy nightie back into place. There’s no way I’m going to put on more clothes. Tempting him is my new middle name.
I’m still smiling when I pad into the kitchen.
I expect to find Bryson at the table with our reheated mac and cheese.
Instead, he’s standing next to the island, casually leaning one hip against it.
He’s holding up his phone, staring at me.
The expression on his face can only be described as devious.
A strange knowing smirk. The lines at the corners of his eyes are crinkled.
Holding my gaze, he taps his phone.
I inch closer, confused, and then freeze when I hear my phone ringing. Jerking my gaze to the counter, I quickly locate it, but it’s too late. It’s already playing our song. King of my Heart blares through the room.
My face heats as I run toward the counter to make it stop. Maybe he doesn’t know this song. Maybe he won’t recognize it or listen to the lyrics.
But Bryson grabs me around the waist before I can get to the cell. He lifts me up high and sets his lips on my ear. “Interesting ringtone, Baby,” he whispers.
The song is still playing. My heart is racing. I’m so embarrassed. When it stops, I go limp in his embrace. “How did you know?” I murmur.
“Camden told me I should give you a call.” He chuckles against my neck.
“Ugh.” Of course he did. Traitor.
“How long have I had my own ringtone in your phone, sweet girl?”
“It’s just a random song.”
“Fibber. Tsk. Tsk.”
“Bryson…” I squirm, mortification growing.
“How long, Lils?”
Giving up, I sigh and turn my face to look at him. “Since the day we met,” I admit.
“I’ve been the king of your heart that long?” He kisses my neck.
“Yeah…”
“Sweetest thing ever,” he tells me, trailing more kisses up to my ear.
I moan when he nibbles on my earlobe. So what if he found out my silly ringtone? I’m half in love with him. It’s not really a secret. Why should I care that it goes back to the day we met?