Chapter 62 Bri
SIXTY-TWO
Bri
Tai’s house, our house, is hardly furnished. While we portered here, he kept warning me about how small it was. How he’s hardly spent any time here. How we can change whatever I don’t like. He was so nervous and adorable.
He wasted all that breath because I love it.
I’ll probably get some more furniture and a bigger bed. But it feels like me, like us. Before I even got out of the porter, I knew. The single-story, circular structure wrapped in rounded windows, set on the edge of a forest, instantly felt like home.
Once he saw my smile, he puffed up a little and dragged me around for the grand tour. Which didn’t take long.
“And here’s our room.” He pulls back the door. Inside, it’s brightly lit with the late afternoon light pouring in. There isn’t a speck of dust or a single thing out of place.
“I think it’s time I warned you about my tidiness, or lack thereof,” I tell him with an awkward smile. I know myself enough to know it won’t be long until my clothes are in a pile on the floor, or a dirty cup or plate gets left on a random table.
He pulls me to him, laughter rumbling in his chest. “There is no chance of things getting boring around here. It’s your Mitchell way of keeping things exciting.”
“You say that now, but you might change your mind when you’re rounding up my dirty dishes.” I bite my lower lip and look up at him. He groans, throwing his head back.
“I can tolerate a lot, but I draw the line at dirty dishes.”
I pull him in the direction I want to go. “I’ll find some way of making it up to you.” I turn him so he’s facing me, and his back is to the bed. I gently push on his chest until the bed hits the back of his knees and he lands on the edge.
A different kind of groan escapes his lips as he runs his hands over the curve of my hips to grab my ass.
“I’d like to hear specifics. How would you make it up to me?” he asks as his fingers flick open the snaps holding my top closed. He pushes his hand under the shirt and pushes it off my shoulders.
“Hm,” I hum in the back of my throat. “There are a number of things I could do, all of which will make you forget everything else, except my name.”
I catch his hand and set it down next to him on the bed.
“Now that we’re home, there isn’t anyone who will hear you scream my name when I finally let you come,” I tell him. I raise an eyebrow at him. God, I love teasing him. This dynamic we have of seeing who will break first. It’s intoxicating.
“Let me?” he asks. “Sunshine, you’re going to beg me to fill you up.”
Fuck, that did it. I shudder at his words and drop down on my knees between his legs. His pelvis shifts toward me, a small movement that has me ripping at his belt and closures.
His hand in my hair gently pulls my head back so I’m looking at him before I can take him in my mouth.
“Say it,” he says, the sexiest command I’ve ever heard in my life.
I wish I could tease him and make him wait for the words he’s so desperate to hear. But my mouth is watering, and I want him screaming my name while he comes undone.
“I’m yours.”
I lick up the length of his hard cock and circle the tip with my lips before taking him inside of me. He tastes amazing. And the hiss he lets out makes my thighs shake and my panties soak.
“Yep, that’ll do it.”
The fact that he’s still able to speak and hold a coherent thought is a sign I’m not doing enough.
I suck on him and bob my head up and down, occasionally going down as far as I can, taking more and more of him into my mouth each time. I keep up the fast pace long enough to feel his abs stiffen. His hips rock forward with my movements.
I slow down and ease him back toward the bed. Another hiss, and I reach down between my legs to ease the building pressure. I push my hand under my pants and feel how wet I am. With only the glancing touch, I’m almost ready to come myself.
“Oh no, that’s mine,” he says and pulls my hand free. I look up at him, and when he licks my fingers clean, I lose all concentration and his dick pops free of my mouth. The purple crown glistens, and the bead of pre-cum gathers at the tip.
With a growl, he lifts me off the ground and plants me down in the center of his bed. My clothes are off before I can gather my thoughts and help him get naked.
With one swift thrust, he’s inside me. Filling me.
He matches the intense pace I set when I was sucking his cock, driving hard into me.
When I don’t think I can take any more, my back arches off the bed.
His hips jerk when his hot cum pulses inside of me, the sound of my name hoarse on his lips with every last thrust.