Chapter 17

chapter 17

brYCE

“I’m confused,” she says as she bites her plump bottom lip. “Who’s eating the dessert?” A seductive grin washes over her face. She’s so damn beautiful, and I don’t think she’s aware just how much she turns me on. That black dress reveals her bare shoulders, then it descends into a V-shape, giving me a peek into her full breasts. God, I can’t wait for her tits to bounce and slap together.

“If you don’t unlock the damn door, your neighbors will see me rip this dress off your heavenly body as I bury my face between your legs.”

Nerves must be getting the best of her because she can’t get it unlocked. It’s an old house—quaint Cape Cod style with red brick and white dormers. “Let me try.” I fiddle with it and pull up on the door a bit before it finally releases the locking mechanism.

With Emmaline lightly gripping me, we stumble into the room, but somehow, I manage to stay upright. I’m grateful for the skills I’ve learned in hockey to maintain my balance when the opponent slams into me—although I wouldn’t mind her falling on top of me.

She missteps, and her laughter reverberates off the walls. I spin around to catch her around the waist.

“Careful, Rusti,” I joke, keeping her steady in my arms. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt those never-ending legs.”

Emmaline’s laughter weakens as her questioning eyes meet mine. “Why me?” she asks.

“Why me is the better question?” I feel my brows pinch. She thinks she’s the lucky one. Well, she’s fucking wrong.

Without giving her a chance to answer, my hands sink into her silky hair. It’s the color of a leaf in the fall when it’s fading from bright red to brown. Our faces are a hairsbreadth apart when I press my lips to hers. The first one is a peck that lingers before our mouths part, evolving into sensual overlapping kisses.

“I love how you kiss me,” she mumbles into my mouth, and we both smile into a deeper kiss.

Skimming my tongue over hers, we dance around her dark living room, only lit by the porch lights streaming in through the windows. We fall over the couch, and luckily, it’s soft, and her curvaceous body lands on top of me. Fuck, I love the way she’s looking down at me.

I sit up and surround her with my arms, sucking between her cleavage. My fingers find the zipper on her back, and I pull down one metal tooth at a time. My skin buzzes with anticipation. It’s been eight years since I cared about the woman I was sleeping with—her. I wondered why she felt different from other women, but I may have found my soulmate almost a decade ago. Is it fate or torture when life throws you together only to keep you apart for so long?

The dress fabric droops in the front, a telltale sign that the zipper has given up its duty of holding the dress together. With a sigh, she carefully slips her arms out of the garment, revealing her magnificent round breasts. My mouth waters, and I lick my lips as my hands roam over the red, sexy lace. Her nipples become so hard, pleading to be touched. I release the closure from the back. She takes the lace bra the rest of the way off and teases me before swinging it like a rodeo rope, flying across the room,

All inhibitions have flown out the window.

She pushes me down with one finger, unbuttoning my shirt, sweeping it away from my body, exposing my chest. Her hands glide up and down over and over, and my erection strains against my pants.

I grab her wrists and slide her to her elbows, so her face is over mine, and her tits are hanging dangerously close to my mouth.

“What are you going to do with me?” she asks, her voice taunting me and her hair hanging around my face.

I scoop her hair over one side, leaving the skin exposed on the other shoulder, grazing her skin with my teeth. With a low gravelly voice, I say, “The question you should be asking is what am I not going to do with you?”

Her eyes sparkle as she moves her hips, wearing only panties. “On your knees.”

She follows my directions, and I slide her panties down to her knees before ripping them off her gorgeous curves. Grabbing her ass, I scoot her toward my face.

Emmaline chokes out, “No, I’m too big. ”

“You’re the goddamn sun. Bright. And so beautiful, it hurts to stare at you too long. Knees by my ears now, I promise I’ll make you burn like the fucking sun. So hot.”

Holding onto her bare ass, I urge her into place. She’s tense as fuck, so I grab her shoulder and push her down on my face. God, the tart scent and the sweet taste of her on my tongue has my dick ready to break out. After a few minutes, she gives in and relaxes into the moment.

My nose rubs against her clit as my tongue glides through her soaking-wet folds. As she grinds down on my face, arching her back, she lets out seductive noises that spurs me on.

She bears down, finding the friction she needs. She completely lets go, and her body shakes as she yells, “Yes. Please… don’t ... Yes. Yes.”

Clamping down on my ears, her body stiffens, and her juices gush from her center. When her body relaxes, and her sweet cream is all over my face from nose to chin and even on my jaws, I lick slowly, running through her folds and let her float down from the high she’s been riding.

I squeeze her ass while inching her center down to my abs so I can kiss her. And when her hooded eyes open enough, I confirm my dessert order. “I want you for dessert every night.”

She giggles, and even in the dark, I see the pink blush crawling up her chest to her face. It’s a sight that I could look at forever.

My hands glide on the soft skin of her back and then find the perfect place to rest on her cheeks. Lifting my head off the couch, I pull her face to mine. When I claim her mouth, she moans as she tastes herself on me, and a strong pang of hunger hits me in the chest. “Promise me you’ll give this to me every night. I want you every fucking day… to devour you…” My words die on my lips because the next words would be ones I’ve never said, and it’s not possible. Not yet.

Her tongue strokes mine, and it turns sloppy and needy, both of us wanting more. We pull apart for a moment, and she jokes, “Damn, if I knew I tasted like a fucking honeysuckle, I would have been getting myself off and sucking my fingers, years ago.”

Ding. Ding. A bell goes off in my head, and I make a mental note to watch her as she masturbates, but not now. I have to get inside her, and we must be on the same page.

“And why are you still dressed?” she asks with a lifted brow and a smirk on her face.

I sit up, bringing her with me, nipping at her breasts. “Because all I care about is pleasing you.”

She blushes again as she gets up and pulls a throw blanket around her shoulders and covers herself. I love how she goes from sassy and confident to shy and insecure, but I plan on convincing her of how fucking fantastic her body is.

“I’m going to need you to drop the cover, Rusti.” I stand and take off my shirt. “This is all you get unless you drop the blanket.”

She uncrosses her arms, letting the blanket hang over shoulder. All I can see is half of her breast and her stomach. “I mean it, Rusti. I’m disciplined. I’m controlled. Drop the fucking blanket. You don’t need to hide from me.” I erase the distance between us and whisper, “Now.”

I don’t see her do it, but I hear the blanket hit the floor. “Good fucking girl. You know what you want. The same thing I want.”

Her fingers fly to my belt buckle, but I step back. I want to see the lust in her eyes. I want to see what I already feel.

Slowly, I unlatch the buckle and even though there’s no need to remove my belt from my pants, I do. It hisses as it comes out of the loops, and she squeezes her legs together and folds her lips over her teeth. God, she looks so innocent, even though I know she’s not. It’s a dick-erecting sight. My dick has been hard for the past hour.

Pushing my pants down, I step out of them and take off my socks. I don’t care how big of a hurry I’m in, I won’t wear socks while having sex. Emmaline takes a step toward me but again, I step back and put my fingers inside my waistband of my tight black boxers.

Emmaline bounces on her toes like she’s about to see what’s inside a Christmas present.

“Eager?”

She nods, with one hundred percent attention on my underwear.

Now, I can’t wait. I push them down, and my dick springs out. She licks her lips, and I fold my hand around the base and stroke myself. Her chest rises when I do it again. “Is this what you want?” I ask as I keep stroking. I might pop off at any minute, I’m so hard, and my balls are tight.

I want nothing more than to be inside her, but I also want to know everything that turns her on. And right now, she’s lit up. “Come to me.”

She does. I wrap one arm around her waist as I draw her body flush to mine. Since she’s taller than average, I only have to bend a little to guide the tip through her folds. Then I use my hand to press it hard against her bundle of nerves and fuck, it’s a firepit. As soon as I swirl it in circles, she’s slick with arousal.

“Bryce, I need you to put that monster inside me,” she tries to joke, but it comes out all broken and raspy.

“Bedroom or here?”

“Bedroom. But let me down, it’s upstairs.”

I pick her up, and my dick is nestled between us. She wiggles, trying to squirm out of my arms, but I roll her over and throw her over my shoulder. “You’re being a bad girl.” I smack her ass as I find the stairwell. “When are you going to see how beautiful you are?”

She mumbles, almost inaudible, “You can’t handle me. I’m too….”

I come to a short hallway, and one room has a little bit of light streaming into the hall. I turn, and I’m sure it’s her bedroom, with the floral comforter with a green solid blanket at the end of the bed.

With one knee on the bed, I lay her back down on the bed. “Baby, you know I can, so if you say that again, I’ll smack those perfect round cheeks again.”

A seductive grin spreads across her face as her hair fans out on the pillow.

“Oh, so you like a little slap on the ass?” It comes out like a question. “Don’t worry, baby. If that’s what you like, I’m all in, but not because I can’t handle you. Tell me you know you’re the perfect size for me.”

Her head falls to one side, and I see a tear slip from the corner of her eye.

“Baby, tell me,” I say again.

“He would never let me be on top… and what you did earlier, he said, ‘I would suffocate him.’” Her voice is soft, an d the hurt in her voice makes me want to crush her ex’s face with my fist.

I soak in her words and ask, “He never carried you to bed? Picked you up? Let you ride him? Licked you from underneath?”

“No,” she utters as she shakes her head from side to side.

“You’re with a man now. After I sink into your sopping wet center and worship every inch of your skin with my lips, I’m going to flip you over, and you’re going to ride and grind me until your tits are red from bouncing and slapping together. That sight alone will make me come.”

My lips slide over her neck, kissing behind her ear until she shivers with need. I love how responsive her body is to mine. It’s different from anything I’ve ever experienced except when we had our one night together. Many women have screamed my name while having orgasms, and their nipples hardened, but I never wanted seconds. Never wanted any of them to be mine. With Emmaline, I’ll never get my fill. I’ll always want more, wanting her to be mine.

Emmaline runs her hands over my ass, trailing her fingernails up my back. “Okay,” she says, confirming my plans.

I smile into the kiss that shatters the record for the hottest, world’s most passionate kiss. If there’s such a thing. Our bodies are ready, and I don’t have to guide myself into her. Her center sucks me in as our bodies move in unison and God, it feels like fucking home.

We soak for a minute, then I lift onto my elbows so I can watch her expressions as I fuck her faster, harder. When she locks her ankles around my back, I hit a different spot. Immediately, her body takes a vice grip around my dick, and her nails dig into my back.

“Oh, yes. I… I’m…” Emmaline’s voice falters as every muscle in her body tenses.

I slow down my pace as I let her ride out her orgasm. My mind and body are so in tune with what sends her into the abyss, and I love, and I do mean love watching her go from tense and tight, with her skin on fire, to soft and sated.

When she opens her eyes, I caress her collarbone and say, “I was so caught up in you, I forgot to put on a condom.”

“Does that happen often?” she asks.

“In eight years of being a professional, I’ve never forgotten.” Internally, I ask myself what that means. “Do you have one?”

She shakes her head but lazily says, “I’m on the pill.”

For a minute, I mull over the consequences in my head. I didn’t finish inside her so we’re probably okay. But I know I can’t handle more than Jolie at this point. I need to think of her and get to know my daughter without any surprises in the near future. I place a kiss on her shoulder and then her lips. “Don’t move. I’ll run downstairs and get the one from my wallet.”

I dash out of bed and down the stairs, find my pants, and remove the condom. When I come back, she’s lying on her side under the covers, so I slide in but yank the covers from her body and flip her on top of me.

“Rusti, baby, I hope you’re ready. Stroke me.” I’m hard, but the cold air hit me as I ran downstairs. When she wraps her long fingers around my shaft, I gasp and in a split second, I’m hard as steel. Ripping the foil from the condom with my teeth, I hand it to her. “Roll it on me. ”

She looks at both sides and wraps me up. “There’s no lube on it,” she states.

“Do you need it?” I ask, sliding my fingers through her folds. “I don’t think you do.” Then I place my finger in her mouth to suck off her juices.

Sheepishly, she answers, “I guess not.”

This is all it takes for her to sweep her hot center over my erection to slicken the condom. Her hands rest on my chest while mine are on her ass. I can’t wait any longer, or I might explode without being inside her. I lift her ass just enough so I can angle my dick into her.

“Ahhhh. Too big. Too big.”

“Baby, it fits. It’s just the angle. Relax.”

She follows my directions, and I watch her shoulders fall as I swirl my hips as much as I can to stretch her warm, silky cave. I lift my hips as I hold onto hers, just moving around, not in and out. Emmaline raises her chest until her fingertips only graze my abs. She moves over top of me, her clit grazing my pelvic bone. When I raise my shoulders, she pushes me back down.

This is the woman I slept with eight years ago.

Rocking against me, she arches her back, and I slingshot myself up. I need her tits in my mouth. Sucking. Biting. “Need you so fucking much,” I rasp out, sweat slicking my body. And hell, she’s doing all the work.

The saltiness on her skin mingles with her arousal still on my tongue, and it tastes amazing.

She gets on her knees, lifting up and slamming down, as I spread and then pinch her butt cheeks together. Over and over until she yells, “Bryce. ”

My name has never sounded so good. “Come, please. I’m almost…”

I want to experience us coming at the same time. I’ve always thought it was a myth, but the combination of me thrusting upward and on the downstroke grinding slowly, a guttural growl escapes my lips at the same time as she screams, “Yes!” She draws it out for what seems an eternity, and my climax starts at my toes and explodes through my body.

After a few heavy breaths, I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her perfect body on top of mine.

Skin to skin.

Eye to eye.

Heart to heart.