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His eyes bounce between mine, reflecting with anticipation. “Are you sure?”
I’ve never been more sure of anything.
“I need you, Bryce. Just you. Take me to your room.”
After a painfully slow elevator ride, and a hotel door that wouldn’t unlock—why do those things never work on the first try?—we crash into Bryce’s hotel room, kicking off our shoes and stripping out of our clothes.
Bryce reaches into his suitcase, and pulls out a strip of condoms, tossing them onto the nightstand.
My eyebrows jump. “You were presumptuous.”
He smirks, backing me all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window beside the bed, eyeing me like a predator preparing to pounce. “I was hoping for the best.”
Long and thick, his dick sways with his steps. Desire heats my core, my muscles clenching from the memory of how he once felt inside me.
“You’re so beautiful, Charly.” He tips my chin, lifting my eyes to his. “I love you.”
“I love you.” My shoulders hit the cool glass, and I squirm under his intense gaze. “Touch me, Bryce. I need you.”
His fingertips trail down my chest, and he cups one of my breasts while playing with the other, giving my nipple a gentle tug between his thumb and index finger. His mouth clamps over it, sucking and rolling his tongue over the pebbled bud.
“God, I’ve missed you.” He skates his fingers down my stomach, and slides them between my legs.
I arch my back, leaning into his touch. I reach between us, and wrap my hand around his length, squeezing and pumping the way he once showed me. But he takes my hand, and holds it over my head, pressing it against the window.
“My heart belongs to you, Charly.” His tongue swoops inside my mouth as he swirls his fingers around my clit. “You own me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” comes out in a breathy moan. “You’re mine, Bryce. And I’m yours.”
He releases my hand, and I whimper at the loss of his touch between my thighs. He tears open a condom from the nightstand, and rolls it over himself before he’s back in front of me. He takes my hips and spins me around, pressing my breasts against the window. His lips are on my neck, his warm breath in my ear, and his hand snakes around to glide between my thighs again. I let my head fall against the glass, gazing down to watch Bryce’s long fingers stroke me.
His hardness presses against my ass, and I bend over, spreading my legs wider. He coats himself with my wetness, and then he slips inside me.
I can see our reflection in the mirror above the dresser to my left—his magnificent muscular body thrusting into me, one hand gripping my hair, the other rubbing my clit, my breath fogging up the glass as I pant and moan under Bryce’s touch. We’re sweaty skin slapping together, open-mouthed kisses breathing into each other, gripping onto one another while he fucks me like nothing else matters.
After I come, clenching around him with his name on my lips, I lead him to the plush chair across the room, and I ride him until he finds his release. He pours himself into me, and I feel him surrender every last bit of him that he’s been holding on to, the pieces he’s been too ashamed to let me see.
I love those parts of him the most.
Because the things you think are the ugliest, most unlovable parts of yourself are the parts that deserve the most love.
Bryce
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I grin as I pull Charly’s lips down to mine. “I’m better than okay.”
She winces as she lowers herself onto the mattress beside me. “I’m actually a little sore too.”
“Sore from sex is the best kind of pain.” I smooth my palm over her back. “Do you need an ice pack?”
She chuckles. “No. I’ll survive.”
“I got us a late checkout while you were in the shower, and I ordered room service. Figured we could talk over breakfast. You hungry?”
Her stomach rumbles, answering for her. “Please tell me you ordered pancakes.”
“Chocolate chip, of course.”
