Finding Our Way (Finding our Way 1)

“Jesus Christ. You’re almost bare, so wet, waiting for me to taste you.” His words send a shiver up my body.

When his lips touch my clit, I whimper. His tongue curls into me and I buck my hips. He grabs my ass to hold me still and then swirls his tongue inside of me. One finger slides inside and I grip the comforter squirming. My release builds slowly. When his thumb touches my clit, my vision becomes blurry and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the sensations run through me. His mouth expertly works me into frenzy. When the orgasm hits, I chant his name loudly.

Bryce kisses a trail back up my body and nuzzles his face in my neck. “So fucking beautiful.”

We lay still for a minute, clinging to each other. His raging length is pressed into my hip and I know it has to be painful.

Without warning, I use all my strength to twist and roll, trapping him under me. The look of surprise on his face makes me smile.

“Bryce, I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m not as innocent as you think.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cover it with my fingertips. “You see, as your girlfriend, it’s my job to take care of you too. First things first, the boxers have to go.” I scoot down his body and pull the offending material with me. When they are past his knees, he shakes them off.

Seeing Bryce naked is better than I ever could have imagined. It’s obvious how physically fit he is, but his body is made for worshipping. As soon as my eyes land on his cock, I lick my lips. He’s hard and thick, his length reaching his navel. I look up at him and see him smirking.

“See something you like baby?” he teases.

I crawl up his body and kiss along his exposed skin until I reach his mouth. Using my tongue to outline his lips, his eyes grow wide.

“Yeah, I see something I like.” I grind against him, knowing my core is still soaked and he feels it. His eyes roll back in his head.

I slowly push myself back down until I’m eye level with the tip of his dick. It’s glistening and when I lick the slit, Bryce groans loudly. His hands move to my scalp, where he clasps tight.

“Devon, you don’t have to do this,” he pants.

“I want to taste you.” Lowering my lips back down, and taking as much of him as possible. His grip tightens when I use my tongue to circle his head and nip lightly. His low moans are becoming louder so I increase my suction, bringing him all the way in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. My hand moves between his legs and squeezes his balls firmly.

Bryce jackknifes up, grabbing my shoulders, trying to move me, but I don’t budge. His hips buck into my mouth three more time until he yells my name and falls back on the bed. Hot, salty liquid coats my throat and I swallow him greedily, continuing to massage his balls. When I know he’s through, my lips slide off him, making sure to suck his crown one last time.

He’s still breathing heavily when I slink up his body. It’s my turn to nuzzle into his neck and listen to him regain his breath. Both arms lock around me and he kisses my temple lightly.

“I’m fucking screwed,” he says.

“Why?”

“Because I just got the best blow job of my life, which makes me fucking thrilled. But I’m scared to know how you learned to do that.”

A giggle escapes and I lean up, bracing myself on his chest. “That was not a result of the loser list, Bryce. That comes from hours of reading smut romance and Cosmopolitan. And Quinn and I may have researched a few things online—purely for education purposes.”

Relief washes over him and he pulls me close, rolling us so we can scoot under the covers.

“So is my girlfriend feeling a little better? Sexual tension eliminated?”

“Huh, maybe. You think you’ve got a few more magic moves before we leave in the morning? We need to stockpile my orgasms until Spring Break, which is two months away.”

His face scrunches at me. “Why Spring Break?”

“I figured that was the earliest we’d see each other, unless my project gets picked up for the exhibit.”

“No, babe. We’ll figure something out.”

I nod my head in agreement and cuddle up as close as possible. We both fall asleep somewhere around three in the morning after working out the rest of our ‘sexual frustration.’

Chapter 8

Fourteen days, that’s how long it took me to fall back into a lovesick fool. The fourteen days Bryce and I spent together solidified my mind, body, and soul’s infatuation with him. I’d like to say it was just being in his presence that got under my skin, but that would be a lie. True to his word, he tells me and shows me everyday how much I mean to him.