Her fingers knot tighter and I push her further. Flicking, nipping, sucking, squeezing.
She cries out, her head thrown back against the cushions as her other hand clutches her tit. Her legs tighten around me, almost holding me down, and fuck, she could suffocate me right here and I’d die a happy man. I’ll fucking drown in her if that’s what I have to do.
Sucking her clit and flicking my tongue, she gasps, and just like that, she comes hard. Her body spasms and she calls my name, making a grin pull at my lips. I can’t help but watch her, taking in the way her fingers squeeze her tit, watching how she gasps for breath and clenches her stunning eyes. Her grip tightens in my hair, and I almost come in my fucking pants feeling how her cunt convulses around my fingers.
She’s fucking angelic.
There’s no one else like her.
I don’t stop working her body as she rides out her high and only when her body relaxes, do I ease up on her. She pants, gasping for breath as she comes down and I pull back, unable to take my eyes off her as her taste lingers in my mouth.
Bri meets my stare and shakes her head, disbelief flashing in her eyes. “Holy shit, Tanner Morgan,” she says, pushing up from the couch cushion. “That was incredible.”
There’s a distant knocking coming from the door and a nagging thought in the back of my head tells me it’s the UberEats driver, but we both ignore it, too captivated by one another to even risk glancing away. “Oh yeah?” I smirk, watching as her eyes darken with desire. “You should see what else I can do.”
I adjust myself on the couch and have barely settled against the cushion before she’s straddled over my lap, her tits right there for the taking. She reaches down between us, freeing my cock from the restriction of my pants, her eyes shimmering with the same hunger I know she sees in mine. “Oh yeah?” she questions, a flush appearing on her cheeks. “You’ll have to show me some time, but right now, it’s your turn to see what else I can do.”
And with that, she reaches into my pocket and pulls out a condom, tearing it open with her teeth. She sheaths my cock, and not a moment later, drops down on top of me, her tight little cunt squeezing me like never before, all while the UberEats driver continues to knock at the door.
Chapter 31
BRIELLE
The Sunday afternoon sun shines through the front windshield of my Honda, blinding me despite the visor being down, but what’s new? I learned pretty quickly there’s not a lot I can do about it, apart from holding my hand up and trying to not kill anyone in the process. Short girl problems.
I turn down my street, still not used to the winding roads of Bradford. They all look the same, and if it weren’t for the house with the naked woman sculpture at the very corner, I’d never remember which street to turn down.
I see the yellow Beetle almost immediately and my stomach sinks.
Erica.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her bullshit text since it first came through yesterday morning. What the hell was she thinking defending Colby like that? Did she not hear me when I told her he was responsible for attacking Addison?
Her words have sat in the back of my mind, playing on a loop, reminding me that since the moment I left Hope Falls, things haven’t been the same between us. Is something bothering her? Is she pissed that my life has been uprooted and I moved away, or are we already growing apart?
My car pulls to a stop on the curb, and I get out to find Erica hovering awkwardly by the door, her arms crossed over her chest, nibbling on her bottom lip. Giving the door a push, it closes with a hard thud and I stare up toward her, unease resting in my chest. “What are you doing here?”
“We’ve never fought like this,” she says. “I just wanted to clear the air. I don’t like this.”
I scoff and stride up to the big house, passing her to jam the key in the lock. “Maybe you should have considered that before sending me that bullshit text,” I mutter, unlocking the door and pushing it wide. I stride in and Erica follows behind, keeping an awkward distance.
Erica mutters something behind me that I can’t make out, and knowing her well enough to know it wasn’t anything kind, it sends venom pulsing through my veins. I storm right through the house, refusing to go upstairs and make this some kind of comfortable chill session. Instead, I move through the kitchen and out to the backyard while pulling out my phone.