“You too, babe. Now, get out before we both start crying like girls.”
This earns a grin and a quick hug. She gets out and drags her suitcase from the trunk. I wave until she disappears in the crowd.
I’m not even on the interstate before my phone dings with a text.
Quinn- Booya, Bitch! Straight A’s. BTW- you too! Theories didn’t kick your ass! Call you later!
I smile to myself with a sense of relief, glad she has my student login. Maybe we can both relax and have a well-deserved break with little stress. Nothing can beat last year in Aspen, but I’m going to try.
Bryce’s nakedness taunts me as I quietly climb back in bed. There’s a sliver of moonlight coming through his blinds that allows me to see his body spread out on the bed. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and I refrain from running my fingers over each ripple of muscle. My mouth waters, thinking about different ways to wake him.
For the last few days I’ve been here, we’ve been respectful of Nate. But behind closed doors, Bryce is insatiable. Every morning before he leaves me sleeping, he’s woken me up with gentle kisses that turned heated. My body craved his touch, and he’d slide into me, making love until we both moaned, trying to be quiet.
The nights were a lot less restrained. Thank God Nate had the late shift because we had sex on almost every surface and every room. Bryce said each time he looked at his kitchen counter, his front door, or even his vanity, he wanted to think about being inside me. I had absolutely no problem with this because I thought it was extremely hot.
His cock starts to twitch and grow as I gaze over his body. He’s either waking up or dreaming, which are both total turn-ons. I make a quick decision and scoot quickly between his legs. I blow lightly on the tip and then circle his head with my tongue. He hardens completely against my mouth, and his fingers fist in my hair.
I suck him all the way in and stop when he hits the back of my throat, waiting to see if he’s fully awake. When I don’t move, he thrusts up once, and I know he’s silently begging me to continue. Instead, I retreat, licking him generously, and then nip the sensitive skin on the underside.
Without speaking, I crawl up and position myself on top and glide down slowly, feeling him fill me. When I’m all the way seated, my hands slide to his chest to brace.
“Why are you stopping?” His voice is rough with sleep, and his fingers flex on my hips.
“Shhh.” I put a finger to his lips. He sucks it into his mouth and nibbles.
I swivel my hips a few times and clench, trying to slow the burning desire that’s building inside. A few more movements, and he loses patience, tearing his shirt over my head and cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples with his fingertips. I try to pull away, but my body betrays me by leaning into his touch, losing my control.
I rotate slightly, and he hisses, gripping me harder. My head drops forward as a tingling starts in my spine. My hair falls, covering my view of his hands on me. He sweeps it over a shoulder then tugs me down. Our mouths crash, and I whimper as he takes
control. I match his every thrust, slide, and stroke until I have to break our kiss and bury my face in his neck. The orgasm blasts through me, and I bite down on his neck to quiet my cries. He thickens inside of me and then starts to pulse with his own release. There’s no doubt I’ve left a mark on his skin.
We lie together, his hands stroking my back lazily as we both catch our breaths.
“What was that for?” He breaks the silence. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I couldn’t help it. You were sleeping so peacefully, and your body was shining in the light. I wanted to taste you. Then I wanted to do other things.”
He chuckles and runs his tongue along my jaw line.
“Why is that funny?”
“Because I wasn’t asleep, beautiful. The minute you left the bed for the bathroom, I woke up.”
“You were pretending? Why?”
“I felt the heat of your stare and wanted to see how far you’d take it. Gotta say, I’m happy you went the direction you did.”
“You were testing me?”
“No, I was hoping my hot as shit, sexy as fuck, and unbelievably incredible fiancée would try to seduce me. Which is what happened. Now, all morning at breakfast and the hellacious ten hour drive home, I’ll have the image burned in my brain of you coming hard.”
“Me too,” I agree.
“We’ve got two hours before we need to get up. You think you can sleep?”
“Oh yeah.” I wiggle where we’re still connected and feel him jerk.
“Jesus Christ. Keep doing that and there’s not going to be any sleep.”