5. Bristol

Chapter 5

Bristol

What the hell was that?

Stunned, I tried to catch my breath while at the same time process what had just happened.

I'd never made it a secret that I not only enjoyed sex but that I'd had my fair share of it. Suffice it to say, I'd been around the block a few more times than was common at twenty-three.

But never in my life had I come so hard.

I couldn't even see straight, the blinding pleasure making my vision swim. It could've been the alcohol buzzing in my veins, but that had been there before we fucked, and my eyesight had been only slightly blurry, so I discounted it.

I was so out of it that I couldn't recall if he'd gotten off yet.

Before I could regain my bearings, I was flipped over. Trying to focus my eyes, I honed in on the monster jutting out from between his thighs.

Either he hadn't come yet, or he was ready to go again, though that was doubtful for someone his age. Not that I knew exactly how old he was, but it was a best guess that he was in his early to mid-thirties. Hell, I didn't even know his name. This was entirely out of character for me, but I needed something to break the cycle. So far, so good.

As I lay there sated, my limbs heavy, he knelt on the bed, crawling toward me. In the dim lighting, he looked like one of those big jungle cats whose eyes glowed in the dark as they stalked their prey. His sweat-dampened hair had fallen over one eye, and when he came within reach, I pushed it away, grazing my fingers over his temple. Those brilliant green depths flared, and his slick body covered mine.

"Guess we have our answer." His head lowered to trace the line of my collarbone with his tongue.

"What?" My breathing was so choppy that my reply came out sounding more like a pant.

Lifting enough to give me a stunning view of his handsome face, a corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. "It's both. You're a moaner and curser. And, love, it was so fucking hot that I can't wait to witness it again."

" Again? " There was a panicked edge to my rising voice.

Those green eyes darkened, and his voice deepened. "Oh yes. Again and again and again. I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

I'd barely survived the first orgasm, and he wanted to give more ? Who was this man, and what kind of sex god was he?

Honestly, most of my former bed partners were more interested in their own pleasure than mine. I thought that was how the world worked. Foreplay was usually a means to an end.

Nothing came close to the spanking I'd received from Green Eyes. Each sharp crack had sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit, and I was throbbing for him by the time he finally decided I'd had enough.

My ass was still stinging, but I didn't mind. Tomorrow, I would have a souvenir of our night of passion .

Busy in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed the man above me slinking down my body until he was situated between my thighs, and his tongue dragged a path through my slit.

I nearly convulsed on the spot. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

There was humor in his tone as he pulled away just far enough to speak. "Still a little sensitive, love?"

"A little?" I huffed out. Was he being serious right now? Did he not remember that mere moments ago, he had been aggressively pinching and pulling on my clit until I came?

Thumbs stroked soothing circles along my inner thighs. "I've been dying to taste you all night, beautiful. The tiny sampling earlier only made me crave you more. Please?"

Was this an older guy thing? That they enjoyed going down on women? Sure, we'd been flirting at the bar about the fact that shooting whiskey straight meant he wasn't afraid to do it, but I'd thought it was a line. I had certainly heard my fair share of them over the years, designed to get me into bed with promises that were never fulfilled, so the bar of my expectations was set pretty low.

But this man was telling me he enjoyed it so much that he was willing to beg for it?

To this point, every guy I'd been with viewed it as a chore, and I would lay bets they pretended to be bad at it so I would tell them to stop, and we could move on to other activities they were more interested in.

If he knows how to fuck, maybe he knows how to eat out a woman properly. And he seems to want it, so who am I to stop him?

I threw an arm over my eyes but nodded. I hadn't made eye contact since he'd gone down there, but I knew he had been watching for my reaction, my consent, because he threw one of my thighs over his broad shoulders, and I felt his breath fanning my sensitive flesh .

Instead of going straight for my pleasure center, this time, he speared his tongue deep inside me, mimicking the thrusts of his cock. My back arched off the bed, and my free hand tangled in his hair, urging him on. His hum of pleasure vibrated against me, and a moan flew past my lips.

One giant hand skimmed over my stomach until it reached my breast. Palming it gently at first, he dragged a thumb over the sensitive peak, and I gasped. Every nerve ending felt like it was exposed after that first orgasm, and every touch was now amplified. I wasn't sure a person could die from pleasure overload, but I had a feeling I was about to find out.

His tongue moved back to where it had started with a flicking pass over my clit. I wanted to shy away, to escape the intense sensations, but his grip on my hip held me in place. Heat licked up my spine, spreading out to my extremities as he ate at me like a starving man who would never get his fill.

My grip on his hair tightened, pulling on the dark strands as my climax drew nearer. I bucked against his face, my body begging for more while my brain screamed that it was too much.

The hand on my breast traveled south, but instead of anchoring on my other hip like its partner, two fingers were shoved roughly inside me, curling just right so that I saw stars.

A strangled cry left my lips, and I fought the wave rising inside me.

Between my thighs, he growled as those fingers pressed some magic button inside me, not relenting for one second. "Come on, love, let me hear you fall apart."

My body was his to command, and without delay, I flew over the edge.

"Oh my God. Holy shiiiiiiiiit." I couldn't help it, even as he chuckled at my vocal response. But it had never been like this before. I'd never lost control—or rather, let my guard down enough to hand over control to another human being. He brought something out in me I hadn't known existed. And if I was being honest, I kinda liked it. It was liberating to know he would take care of me, which was crazy because I barely knew him.

"Fucking perfection," he whispered against my skin, peppering kisses along my inner thighs as I came down from the intense high.

My eyes were tightly shut, tears leaking from the corners due to the intensity of my climax. Fingers trailed a path up my sides until a hand cupped my face and turned it to the side. My heart was still hammering inside my chest, my breathing uneven, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the night wasn't over yet. I was currently sitting at two on the orgasm counter while he rested at zero.

I wasn't sure I could survive another. Maybe we could find a way where he got off and I didn't. He had to be ready to blow after holding back for so long, right?

Lips brushed softly against mine. "You okay?"

I swallowed and managed to nod. "Barely," I breathed out. Still in disbelief of his physical prowess, I asked, "Did you take, like, a class or something?"

His hearty laughter warmed my soul as his thumb stroked over my cheek. "You're incredible, you know that? Beautiful, funny, intelligent from what I can tell, and sexually responsive in a way men dream about. The total package."

My heart sank. There was one man who hadn't seen all those things. And I hated how he'd worked himself into this perfect moment.

When my lip trembled, concern filled his voice. "Shit. What did I say?"

I shook my head slightly, trying to turn away, but his hold on my face wouldn't allow it.

"It's nothing," I whispered.

His sigh was so heavy that his chest brushed against my side. " The douche?"

I nodded, scrunching up my nose, trying to stave off the tears.

"Let me guess. He couldn't see the good thing standing right in front of him."

My eyes flew open, and the green ones staring back at me were full of compassion.

"Something like that," I muttered.

His lips pulled inward in thought. "Hmm. Then I guess there's only one thing we can do."

Confused, my brows drew down. "What's that?"

"Fuck the memory of him away."

He said it with such a straight face that I burst out laughing, and he smiled in response.

Brushing away the tears from a mixture of ecstasy and heartbreak, he said, "I'd rather hear you scream than see you cry."

I leaned into his hand. "How can I argue with that?"

"You can't." He gave me a roguish grin.

Sitting up suddenly, he grasped my hand. When he tried to tug me to sit beside him, my limp body wouldn't obey. It was as if I was weighed down, sluggish after the pleasure he'd wrung from me only moments ago.

"Up you go," he commanded, maneuvering my body until I sat across his lap.

His relentless erection was trapped between my ass and his thighs, and I couldn't help but wiggle against it. A groan rumbled through his chest, vibrating against mine. Moving and bending my limbs to his will, eventually, he had me situated, straddling his lap, his length resting between our stomachs.

Forehead pressed to mine, he asked, "You think you've got one more in you? "

A rush of air flew past my lips. "No, but I have a feeling you'll find a way to make it happen anyway."

"See? I knew you were smart." I could hear the smile in his voice.

Fingers digging into my hips, he lifted me from his lap so that I hovered above his straining cock. He let the tip glide through me, and I hissed when it bumped against my clit.

His throaty chuckle met my ears. "I could play with you all night long and never tire of you."

I whined, trying to sit on his cock. "Please. Don't make me wait."

Slowly, he impaled me until my ass rested on his impressive thighs.

"Christ," he breathed. "I thought I imagined how fucking tight you were before."

I tensed my core, and his grip on my hips grew punishing.

Those green eyes blazed, heating my blood, and through gritted teeth, he ordered, "Legs up."

A scoff filled the air. "Think again, big guy. I can't even feel my legs right now."

I could tell he was losing control, but some small part of me wanted to unleash the animal lurking beneath the surface. The sex had been mind-blowing when he'd exhibited restraint, taking care of me before himself, so I could only imagine how much hotter it would get when he let loose.

Abandoning his hold on my hips, his hands worked in unison to prop my knees up so I was practically in a squatting position over his lap. Did he seriously think I had the strength to ride him like this?

He must have known the answer because his hands resumed their anchor position on my hips, lifting my body with ease before slamming me back down. My scream split the air, mixing with his guttural groan .

"Hold on, love, because it's my turn now. I'm going to use your tight little cunt to get off, but don't think I'm not taking you with me."

I gaped at him. But before there was time to process the meaning of his words, my body was lifted and slammed down again. This position allowed him to glide me over his length with little to no resistance, my knee joints acting as a hinge. My torso sagged forward, my lips pressed against his shoulder.

He meant what he said; he was going to use my body to bring us both pleasure. After a few jarring slams, he ground me down against the base of his cock, the edge of it rubbing along my clit with how I was seated atop him. I moaned, powerless to stop the electric current zapping through me from head to toe.

As he shook me back and forth across his lap, he hit the perfect spots inside and out. It was a lethal combination that had me biting down on the skin I could reach with my teeth to stifle the near screams that rose from my throat as a third orgasm barreled toward me.

But nothing seemed to slow him down.

I was riding the edge of release when he threw me over, my body seizing in his arms. A grunt sounded near my ear, but my hearing faded with the force of my climax.

Suddenly, my weight was shifted, allowing my hips to hover a few inches above his pelvis. He bounced me on his cock, teasing the head as unending pleasure rolled over me like honey, thick and sweet.

Then, his fingers tightened to the point of pain, and we crashed together one last time. When he held me down, I felt his dick swell inside me as it began to pulse, and a roar breached my hazy hearing. A flash of fire seared along my neck, but I was too far gone to care .

Unsure of how long we sat there, locked together, I felt his arms loop around my waist, fingers teasing my overheated flesh as our breathing evened out.

One hand tangled in my hair, cradling the back of my head. Warm puffs of air fanned along my neck. "That one was so good you went silent at the end," he mused.

"Did I?" I asked in a daze. "My hearing dropped out, so I have no clue."

As reality crashed down that I'd not only slept with a stranger but brought him home, his chuckle lightened the mood, easing the panic before it rose to the surface.

"Leg numbness, temporary deafness . . . I really did a number on you, didn't I?" he mused.

I snuggled into his embrace, loving how safe he made me feel even though I didn't know him from Adam. But he'd found me in my moment of need and comforted me. I would never forget that, even after we parted ways.

"Don't freak out, but I'm going to move us into the bathroom to clean up, okay?"

I nodded against his chest before strong arms lifted me, and we crossed the distance to the ensuite bathroom. He placed me onto the toilet—clearly no stranger to the needs of the female body post-coitus—while he dealt with the condom. With his back turned, I took in the tight muscles of his ass, biting my lip thinking about the power with which he'd just railed me.

Finishing up my business, I stood and washed my hands. He followed me into the bedroom, where I threw on an oversized T-shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he pulled on his black boxer briefs, tucking away his impressive package.

I still can't believe that thing fit inside me.

He ran a hand through his thick hair, unsure what to do next. When his eyes met mine, I knew I wasn't ready to say goodbye. Not yet.

"Do you—" I took a moment to steel my nerves and just ask. "Do you wanna stay for a bit? It's okay if you don't." I blew out a breath as my face flamed. "I'm sorry. I don't know how these things work."

Stepping forward, he placed a finger to my lips to silence my rambling. A slight smile curved on his handsome face. "Relax. I can stay. For a little while."

"Okay." I nodded, taking a cleansing breath.

He climbed onto the bed, settling his massive body in the middle, extending an arm in invitation to join him. Still slightly embarrassed that I had bordered on clinger behavior only moments ago, I turned so my back faced his front and slid in beside him.

One large paw curled around my waist, hauling me backward until our bodies were flush, and I let his heat surround me.

He kissed the back of my head and whispered, "Night, love."

Yeah, let's just pretend that little term of endearment doesn't do funny things to my insides.

"Night." The word was lost on a yawn.

With a solid wall of muscle against my back, I slipped into unconsciousness. And for the first time in months—no, years—I did so without a single thought toward Nix.

My mystery man had made good on his promise of fucking him right out of my brain.

Thank God.

A shift in the bedding roused me from the deepest sleep I'd had in ages.

I groaned into my pillow but opened my eyes the tiniest crack to find sunlight filtering through the window.

"Damn," a sleep-roughened voice whispered. "I was trying not to wake you."

Flashes of last night came rushing back, and suddenly, I was wide awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. My mystery man was standing by the side of the bed, pulling on his jeans.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Little past six." He looked mildly uncomfortable, shifting on his feet, eyes darting around the room. "I—uh—I've gotta get going. I'm due at work soon."

Our time together was over.

Disappointment crashed over me, and I sunk my teeth into my lower lip to keep it from trembling. This was not me—the weepy mess after the most amazing sex I'd ever had—but being burned had changed me.

"Right. Yeah, me too," I offered.

He threw his shirt over his head, punching both fists through the arm holes. Placing a hand on the bed, he leaned in close enough to place a soft kiss on my lips. "I had a good time last night. Who knows, maybe our paths might cross again."

"Maybe." I gave him a small smile.

His thumb traced a path over my lower lip, and it almost seemed like he was reluctant to leave. I fought the urge to beg for his name, to secure the possibility of seeing each other again. But I reminded myself that I came to Indy for a fresh start, and tying myself to another man would only be a distraction. I needed to stand on my own two feet for a while. That was what was best for me, and it was long past time I put myself first.

Heaving a sigh, he pulled away. "Bye, love."

My heart squeezed, but I forced myself to say, "Bye."

He turned away and left my bedroom, and before long, the front door opened and shut. He was gone, and I would always wonder if things might have been different if I wasn't such a mess when we'd met.

But there wasn't time to dwell on the what-ifs of last night.

Today was the start of the rest of my life. And I was determined for it to get off on the right foot.