Page 73 of Riding the Storm
I let out a strangled moan at the first flick of his tongue. My fingers tangle in the silky hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer as he nips and sucks at one breast while his other hand plucks and teases the other.
“Bryce,” I groan, and his cock twitches against my stomach.
He takes his time, kissing and caressing his way over to the other nipple and giving it the same attention. Like a starved man, feasting on me like I’m his next meal.
My hand slides between us, wrapping around him, and his thick shaft pulses in my grip as I stroke him from root to tip.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” he growls before peppering a trail of soft kisses down my abdomen to the slip of soaked-through pink satin.
“Damn, you’re so ready for me,” he whispers before hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties and slipping them down my legs.
Once they’re discarded, he drags a fingertip through the wetness and runs circles around my clit. Wrenching a low moan from my parted lips.
“Yes,” I groan as my hips jump.
“Yes, what?” he asks as he continues to play.
I spread my legs wider as I writhe against his touch. “Bryce …”
“What do you need, darlin’?”
“I need your tongue,” I demand, my voice frantic as he continues the slow, torturous circles.
Finally, he clasps one of my ankles, hooks my leg over his shoulder, and lowers his mouth to me. Running a line with his tongue through the center.
“Damn. You taste better than whiskey,” he whispers before doing a swirl around my clit and sucking it into his mouth. He inserts a finger into my opening and begins rotating it slowly, stretching me.
My hips move with him. Wanting—needing—more, sohe gives it to me. He adds another finger and pumps faster, harder, deeper as his mouth works my sensitive bud until I explode on his tongue. Like a bomb igniting in my core, the orgasm rockets through me as I cry out his name.
Bryce continues to lap at me, getting every drop, and his fingers move lazily in and out until my body stops trembling.
He prowls back up my body. Kissing my sweat-slicked skin all the way to my jaw.
I grab the back of his neck and guide his lips to mine as the tip of his erection settles at my entrance. He slides it through my folds, coating it in my wetness, before thrusting into me.
“God, you feel so good inside of me,” I whisper against his mouth.
He growls and sinks his fingers into my hips as he pulls out and then slams back into me.
“That’s it, Ry. Right there.”
The sound he makes when I call him Ry is guttural, and he starts pounding into me like a man possessed.
I can feel another climax climbing up the base of my spine, and I begin clawing at his back. My legs wrap tight around his waist as they start to shake uncontrollably.
He slows his pace. Thrusting hard and deep.
And I come undone. My body locks up, and my muscles spasm around his cock, snapping the thin thread of control he looked to be holding on to. His eyes squeeze shut, and his head flies back as his release empties inside of me.
Once we both come back down to earth, I lift my eyes to his. Still inside of me, he leans down and kisses me deeply one more time before sliding out.
Content, I stretch my arms and legs as he disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, sans condom, he climbs in beside me and pulls the covers over us.
I roll onto my side, and Bryce snakes an arm around me, tugging me back against his chest.
“Sweet dreams, Chuck,” he murmurs into the dark as I close my eyes, letting sleep pull me under.
I wake to the sound of running water. For a second, I don’t remember where I am. I open one eye and take in the sight of my untouched bed by the window. A hotel. I’m in a hotel in Oklahoma, and I’m in Bryce’s bed.
