Chapter 46 #2
I can let myself be loved.
She’d spent so many years being mad, reacting out of anger and heartbreak. She hadn’t gotten the opportunity to heal from not only what she went through in Tolevarre but Earth too.
She might not ever get the chance to now… Those thoughts weren’t going to ruin the moment for her, so she banished them to the pit with Death, clearing her mind of anything but Bridger.
Vega sat up on her elbows again, watching Bridger in no hurry to remove himself from between her legs. If she let him, he would happily give her another.
Vega tangled one hand in the hair at the top of Bridger’s head, moaning as he stuck another finger inside. “Oh.” Her eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure it sent through her.
“Mmm, you’re so fucking pretty when you come for me.” His voice introduced a new type of need pulsing through Vega’s body.
“I need you. Gods, Bridger.” She panted, coming down from the high of one orgasm and the rise of another. She moved her hand to the back of his head and leaned forward, slipping it under his jaw to pull his mouth away from her.
He looked up at her, a dazed smile pulling at the corners of his lips while he ran his tongue over her sensitive clit one more time. “I could stay here all night.” He kissed up to her navel, pulling his fingers out.
Vega felt empty, but that feeling was soon replaced with the chills of his kisses coming back up her torso.
Bridger pushed Vega’s sweater up, a happy grumble rising from his chest when he found Vega without a bra.
One hand cupped her breast, fingers applying pressure to the nipple already pebbled tight from her orgasm.
His tongue slid over the other, mouth warm as he took it between his lips.
Vega pulled her sweater over her head, pressing into Bridger’s mouth as she arched her back. He nipped at her nipple, sending shockwaves to her clit.
He let it go with a pop and sat back on his knees, his hands exploring every inch of her naked body—even slipping back between her spread legs to rub against her clit so fucking slowly while he watched Vega writhe in pleasure.
Vega’s lips parted, letting out a breathy moan. She couldn’t help but stare at him, his muscles flexing with each breath he took. The veins in his arms bulged so deliciously, she got lost watching his hand pleasure her. If she wasn’t careful, she might actually start drooling.
Bridger’s body was chiseled better than any Roman statue depiction… and so was the bulge pushing against his boxers and the thin material of his sleep pants—she could confirm they hadn’t gotten the size of those right back on Earth.
Her body and mind were still trying to recover from her last orgasm. Why did he always make her like this?
Always. Always. Bridger had always turned her into absolute mush. She could act as tough and badass as she wanted, talk all the shit she could, but the second he put his hands on her, she was putty—moldable by his hands only.
He added more pressure to Vega’s clit, bringing her back to life. She reached forward and untied the drawstring of his sleep pants.
Bridger wrapped one hand around Vega’s wrists, pinning them in place. He stared down at her with dark eyes and sharp features, looking like a fallen god.
Vega leaned in more, taking his grip with her as she rubbed a palm over his hard cock through his pants.
Bridger twitched, driving his hips into her touch with a groan of approval.
Vega bit her lip and pressed harder, her fingers gripping what they could with his pants in the way.
“Let me get you ready,” she purred. Vega pulled one leg over the other, twisting to one side. With her hands trapped together in his, she was still completely at his mercy.
Bridger had the perfect view of her ass in this position, all pooched out and on display for him.
She watched his eyes flick down to get a peek, his free hand giving it a rough squeeze.
For a second, Vega thought he might flip her over and fuck her senseless, but he surprised her by letting go of her wrists.
She moved slowly, twisting to get on her knees.
He was drunk off the sight of her, taking in every movement of her body.
“Let me remind you what this pretty little mouth can do.” His eyes fell to her lips as if he, too, remembered what he'd said to her before locking her up in Aeris—what had he been picturing her mouth doing then?
She smiled, placing a kiss to his sharp jawline.
She slid her hands down his bare chest, feeling his muscles tense the lower her hand went.
“I want to taste how excited you are to fuck me again,” Vega whispered against his neck as she kissed her way down his chest.
“Vega,” he groaned as she freed his massive dick from his pants and briefs at the same time.
Sure, she’d seen it the night they’d fucked in the car… but the shadows hadn’t given her the view she had now. It bobbed against his lower abdomen, reaching much higher than anything else she’d ever seen in any of her lives. “Sit back.”
“What happened to making me beg?” he asked but did what she told him to, propping himself up with a couple pillows behind his back.
Vega stripped him, throwing what was left of their clothes to the floor. “I’ll have you begging some more here in a second,” she said with a devilish smile, sinking down to drag her tongue up the length of his shaft while holding eye contact—knowing damn well what it would do to him.
Bridger hissed a breath, reaching around Vega’s ass perched in the air while she sank her lips around the head of his cock. She moaned around him when Bridger’s fingers slipped in her still-wet pussy from behind.
Vega’s mouth watered, drenching him as she sank down as far as she could go. He hit the back of her throat before she was even close to taking him all in. Her eyes watered, and she gagged around him, making him groan and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Vega was rewarded with his fingers hitting so deep she shivered. She pulled her mouth off, using her hand to stroke him while she fell into a moan that shook her body. “Shit.” Her breath caught in her throat.
“I love hearing you choke on my cock, gods damn it, Vega.” Bridger grabbed her by the chin with his free hand, running his thumb over Vega’s bottom lip.
She nipped his finger, squeezing her grip tighter, unable to wrap one hand all the way around his girth.
She pulled out of Bridger’s grasp and sank back down, swirling her tongue around his head.
She rotated her hand at the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit inside her mouth.
Vega took him all the way to the back of her throat again and again until she gagged.
Bridger’s hips jolted, moaning so sweetly Vega wondered why men didn’t do it more often. It was literal music to her ears, knowing she was the reason Bridger made those noises.
The next shift in his hand was to sink a third finger inside her, filling her so tightly she had to come up for air.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped, her nails digging into his upper thigh.
“Baby.” Her walls clenched around his fingers, shattering at the very moment he unexpectedly pushed her onto her back, twisting her hips and legs to one side.
Bridger fingered her to the end of her orgasm and gave her no time to recover before he slipped himself inside her with one smooth thrust. He gripped her ass, pushing her leg forward to sink in so fucking deep.
“Gods, you’re so tight.” His free hand reached down to push Vega’s hair out of her face.
“Fuck, baby.” Bridger shivered and pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in slowly, angling himself where he’d hit exactly where Vega needed every single time.
She was going to sink into the euphoria and never come up for air. Vega couldn’t form words, couldn’t see past the blinding desire she had to fall into oblivion where only she and Bridger existed.
Time meant nothing to Vega as she lost all sense of herself and what the world around her was doing. All she wanted was this moment with Bridger—where they could act like nothing beyond this room mattered.
Bridger groaned, leaning down to claim her lips in a kiss, yanking her from the depths of her pleasure only to throw her down again when he gripped her by the throat and came inside her.
His abs quivered as he filled Vega up, every pump of his cock noticeable with its snug fit inside her. The hand around her throat had moved to her pelvis, pressing down gently to feel the movement of him inside her.
She clenched the muscles around her stomach, gripping Bridger harder as he pulled out, not wanting the euphoria of the night to fade.
Bridger pulled out to the tip, slowly pressing back inside a few more times. His eyes were fixed on where they connected, and the sexiest, slowest, smile spread across Bridger’s wet lips. He slid his tongue over the edges of his teeth and lowered himself between Vega’s legs again.
The stamina of a god was easily rejuvenated, and before long, Bridger was fucking them into round two.
All night, they let themselves forget there was a world outside who needed them. They allowed themselves to get lost in what it felt like to just be.
When Vega finally came to from the sex-drunken haze, her head rested on Bridger’s chest and his heart beat in time with hers as he twirled a piece of her hair around his finger.
The sheets were lazily draped across his hips, covering only half of Vega’s legs. She was too hot to crawl under fully with him yet.
They stayed silent for a long while before Bridger got up to grab them water. “Thank you,” she said when he handed her a glass, looking up at him from the bed where he stood over her and downed his water in three gulps.
Vega took a long sip and placed what was left on the bedside table for if they needed it later.
“It was just water.” Bridger chuckled, abandoning his empty cup on the nightstand. He leaned down to press a quick kiss to Vega’s lips before slipping back into bed beside her.
She yawned, cuddling into his side. “Not for the water. Thank you for fucking my ever-loving brains out and not being afraid to choke me until I black out.”
The last thing Vega heard before she fell asleep was the sound of Bridger’s deep laugh.
It repaired the final broken piece of her heart.