That’s just not the way it works.
“The dresser,” I say. “Both bottom drawers.”
Bryce’s eyebrows rise in shock before his expression shifts to something more feral and filled with lust. It takes my breath away. “Are you a bad girl, Katti?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “More than you ever knew.”
His lips roam across my skin, starting at my ear and moving down my neck toward my shoulder. “Oh, I plan on knowing. I think you’ll like some of those thoughts I had about you.”
“Tell me.”
“The beach,” he says simply, and I’m thrown back in time. He frequently joined us on our family vacations for a couple of days. It was on one of those trips, on the beach when I was younger, that I first realized how fucking hot Bryce was—it was there that my obsession began. The fact that it was that for him too makes me smile.
“Oh?”
“The summer after you turned eighteen, you wore that yellow bikini that hid next to nothing, and every damn night we were in that house I thought about you wearing that in the water. Touched myself while thinking about it. Fantasized about sneaking you into my room and fucking you, covering your mouth so your moans wouldn’t wake anyone else.”
My eyes flutter closed. God, if that had happened…I would have, I would have loved it.
“His voice is even slower now as his lips graze my chest, hands still on my hips pressing me into the mattress. “I still think about that bikini.”
“I wore it for you,” I tell him. “I wanted you to notice me. And I thought you never did. I spent that whole week trying to be sexy. I wanted to make you hard.”
He laughs. “I was harder that week than I’d ever been before in my life.”
Abruptly he’s up and away from me, and I hear the drawers of my dresser slide open. I’m still wrung out from the orgasms he’s already given me, and I don’t move.
“Katti,” he says, voice rough. “You’ve been very naughty.”
It makes me laugh, and I smile. “I know.”
“I’m going to use every single one of these on you. Not tonight, because I don’t think there are enough hours in a single night. But they’ll all get used.”
There’s a rustling, and the sound of a bottle opening. The sound of lube and suction. I lean up on my elbows to find him with one of the toys that honestly, I’ve never really managed to use. I bought it on a whim, but it’s not very practical when you’re by yourself.
It’s a dildo, but not just any dildo. It’s a double dildo, with two cocks, one for your pussy and one for your ass. Even comes equipped with a suction cup. And I did try it, but I felt silly. I wanted the experience of double penetration, but fucking my wall alone didn’t feel sexy.
Watching Bryce cover each cock with lube and attach it to the wall is an entirely different experience. He works with smooth efficiency and assurance, the dildos are dripping lube onto the floor before he looks at me with feral grin.
He doesn’t speak as he undoes his belt, dropping his pants and underwear with that same efficiency, and I see him naked for the first time.
It’s everything that I imagined it would be. The rest of his body matches what I’ve already seen—sculpted and defined, every bit of him hard. Bryce’s cock juts out from his body, proud and thick, curving upwards slightly. My mouth waters at the sight of it. This. This is all that I’ve ever wanted. Him and me, naked together.
“I’ve imagined you a lot of ways, Katti. And right now I want to see you on your knees. I want to see if it looks how I imagined it would.”
My heart starts to pound, and I slide off the bed to my knees before him, looking up at his towering height. His cock is that much closer to me now, and I can’t stop looking at it. I want to touch him. Taste him. To see if what I’ve dreamed about is real.
The look on his face is pure darkness and fire. He reaches out, winding his hand into my hair and lifting my gaze to his. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Katti. And now I’m going to watch you fuck yourself on that toy while my cock is down your throat.”
The wave of need that rolls through me is so strong that I have to close my eyes. His power is what I’ve wanted, like I’ve known what was lurking beneath the surface, just waiting for me to find it.
Bryce’s hand stills in my hair, he guides me on my hands and knees over to the wall where he’s attached the toy, and puts me where he wants me. His hands leave heat on my skin as he backs me up against it and lines it up with me, spreading more lube on both me and the toy.