Ursula is locked in the guest bedroom. The last thing I need is for my overly-curious cat to be staring at me while I’m getting fucked over the couch—or worse, take a swipe at Bryce.
Somehow I can’t bring myself to turn the TV on. I don’t want background noise. Nerves rumble in my stomach. I want this. I’ve imagined it hundreds of times sitting right here. When I thought about it, I was longing for him so much that I wanted him to appear—wanted the spontaneity of it. But knowing that he’s coming, and that there aren’t going to be any words between us first. God, it has me dripping. At this rate, I’m going to need to buy new underwear with how wet I always seem to be around him.
If we last that long.
Stop that.
I have no reason to think that he wants to leave, or that this isn’t something serious for Bryce. It feels serious to me, but even so, I can’t imagine how it will all work out. That’s something we need to talk about when he’s not balls-deep inside me. And right now that’s really the only part that I’m concerned with.
Headlights drag across the curtains of my front window, and my heart rate spikes. It has to be him. It’s him, right? The lights shut off, and I hear his car door opening, and the heavy sound of it being shut.
I listen hard, and hear the footsteps up the walk, and my heart is nearly pounding out of my chest when I see the doorknob turn.
And then it happens.
Bryce strides in. He’s wearing the same clothes as he was when I left him just half an hour ago, but his entire demeanor is different—sharper. He shuts the door sharply behind him and strides across the room to me. Those eyes are pure fire and a little bit danger and I don’t resist as he pulls me off the couch and kisses me.
He has me by the back of the neck, pulling me away, pressing me to that same wall that he cornered me against yesterday. I’m pinned between him and the wall, and his hands roam my body with a brazen possessiveness that steals my breath.
Fingers tweak my nipple, squeezing my breast almost to the point of pain. He drags his fingers down my side, digging in. I’ll have marks. His lips ravage mine with bruising force, and a needy sound escapes me. The only things in my mind are yes. And this.
Bryce rips me away from the wall, pulling me over to the couch and bending me over the arm of it, roughly. I notice that he makes sure not to throw me or hurt me. Just rough enough to show me that he’s serious.
Shoving down my yoga pants, his hands land on my ass, tracing over my cheeks before he spanks one and then the other in rapid succession. I gasp, the pain unexpected and bright and fading into warmth and pleasure along with every other sensation.
He spanks me again, harder. And harder still. I cry out, the sound completely ignored as he tears the thong from my ass—the fabric ripping—and shoves his cock inside me. He doesn’t have a condom on, the heat and friction of him is glorious. The invasion is sudden and complete and so damn good I can’t breathe. I’m moaning in the couch, sprawled under him, completely helpless to the force and pleasure.
“What did you say?” Bryce asks, voice jagged and dark. He grabs my arms, gathering my wrists together behind my back and pulling me up again. I’m pinned to the couch by his cock with no leverage. He’s holding me down and up, and all I can do is gasp. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
“Good girl. You don’t get to speak,” he says, thrusting deep. “Open your mouth.”
I obey immediately, mind glazed with pleasure and acceptance. Lace hits my lips, and Bryce fills my mouth with my torn panties. I taste myself on them, the remnants of my arousal from before he arrived. Fuck.
His hands grip my wrist, using me as leverage as he pounds into me, so deep that I’ll never forget it. The fabric in my mouth muffles my moans, but I can’t keep quiet. I’m so turned on that my orgasm is already building. Already almost here. And every time Bryce slams his cock deep I swear I see stars.
The pleasure is sharp and dangerous, building to what feels like might be an explosion inside me. Bryce shoves his knee between my legs and knocks my foot wider. I’m ever more off balance now, the only things keeping me upright are the way my hips press into the couch and the sheer force of Bryce’s fucking.
I feel my orgasm start to go, fire and flame licking up my spine, and Bryce growls in my ear. “You think if I didn’t let you speak I was going to let you come? No.”