I felt his hands reach behind me and unhook my bra in one deft move. I dove down again, taking him fully into my mouth as he pulled my shirt up and let my bra fall away. My large, round breasts bounced out and when I pulled my lips off his hard cock, I yanked the shirt off me and tossed it aside. I looked up at him and straightened myself taller on my knees. Pressing my chest into him, I let his wet cock slide between my breasts, and I pressed them together. One of his hands reached behind my neck as he rocked into me, sliding his massive cock up to my chin. I bowed my head and flicked my tongue over the head when he slid upward and relished in the sound of his moans.
Suddenly, Nick pulled my shoulders back and placed his hand under my chin again, nudging me to stand. As I did, I slid my thumbs into my waistband and yanked down to get my pants down off my hips. Our lips met again briefly, then he trailed kisses down my neck as he reached down to pick me up again. I rose weightlessly and wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my clit against the muscles of his abdomen while he took a breast into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue on my nipple made it hard, and he suckled on me as he walked me back to the bed.
Nick laid me down across the bed sideways and before I could move, was already on his knees. He dove his tongue into me without ceremony, and I cried out, reaching down to fill my hand with his hair. I pulled him into me as his tongue slid in and out of me and then up my folds to my clit. Flicking it and massaging the hood open, he slid one thick finger inside me, and I writhed in pleasure. I could feel the oncoming climax building tension inside me, and I longed to release it. Rather than hold it in, I let go, and with a loud cry, I came to the sensation of his tongue on my clit and the pad of his finger brushing my upper walls.
My hands went to the bedsheets, and I filled them, yanking up and pulling them off the mattress. I was moaning so loudly, it was the only sound that seemed to exist, and I clenched my shaking legs around his ears. When I felt like I couldn’t take the direct stimulation any longer, I reached to pull him up, and he stood, stroking his cock and pulling me into place. I spread myself for him and took a deep breath in, trying to steel myself for his massive, thick cock to stretch me.
Nick leaned over me, his breath hot and heavy with anticipation and our lips met again. With our tongues mixing with one another, I pressed my hips toward him, and he thrust his. My mouth opened, and I threw my head back as I tried to cry out, but my voice was empty. I felt like I was being split in two by the engorged cock that was only partially in me, and I clenched on his hair as he trailed kisses along my collarbone. He waited there, letting me adjust to him before sliding partially out again. Another thrust brought him deeper into me, and I felt my eyes roll back as I erased the line separating pain and pleasure. He waited again until I adjusted, and when he spoke, his voice was deep and powerful but with a hint of concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. With another, harder thrust, he was fully inside me, and my nails dragged into his back. His moan mixed with the returning sound of my voice, and he lay still for a moment before rocking back and plunging into me again.
Slowly, his rhythm increased, and my body adjusted more fully. He stood, pulling my hips toward him and slipping a pillow underneath me so I was angled better for him. I pulled my legs up and rested them on his shoulders as he bent them back toward me. His hands clenched over mine, holding me in place as he thrust into me and filled me to an impossible degree. Wave after wave of climax washed over me until my toes curled and my vision filled with darkness and points of light. I felt like I might pass out with the overwhelming pleasure but took a few deep breaths and returned to a measure of control.
After some time, Nick slid out of me, and a sound somewhere between a pout and a gasp passed my lips. He motioned for me to scoot further into the bed, and I did. Crawling onto the bed with me, Nick smirked again, and I felt the thrill go up my body once more. I would do anything for that smirk. Including flipping over when he motioned for me to roll.
Pulling my hips back up so I was on all fours, Nick positioned himself behind me. I barely had time to prepare before he was inside me again, filling me and slamming into me. One hand reached under me to cup my breast, the thumb and forefinger pinching and then rubbing my nipple, while the other grasped my shoulder and pulled me into him with each thrust. I reveled in the sensation of his strong grip pulling me into place, using me, fucking me. I cried out in short bursts as another climax began to build. This time I could feel his muscles tense behind me, his thrusts become harder and faster, and I knew he was close, too.
“Come for me,” I cried as he slammed into me, and a moan rose deep from within his chest. His hands moved to my hips and pulled them hard with each thrust. Our bodies slapped together as his hands filled with my ass cheeks, pulling them up to get a better angle. His groans got louder, more intense, and just as the wave of a powerful orgasm washed over me, he exploded, coming deep inside me as he cried out in pleasure. Folding down over me, he clutched me in place, hands kneading my breasts as he pulled me deeper over his cock. My pussy milked him until he was empty, and we tumbled sideways onto the pillows, the sheets and blankets curled around us.
18
Nick
Not waking up in my own bed always threw me off. Even when I was on vacation, being in a different bed meant I rarely got good sleep and often woke up feeling groggy and a little out of sorts.
That morning I definitely didn’t wake up in my own bed. I didn’t wake up in a bed at all. I was sprawled out on a fluffy rug spread across a hardwood floor and feeling disoriented. The space under an elevated bed and the feet of a dresser on the other side of the room wasn’t something I was expecting to see first thing when I opened my eyes in the morning.
In the first few seconds of grogginess, I couldn’t really remember how I ended up there. But when it all sank back in, I was far from feeling out of sorts. I wasn’t totally sure what the opposite of that was, but if in sorts was it, I was in all the sorts.
Not only was I on the floor of Bryn’s bedroom naked with only part of a sheet draped across me from where it hung down from the bed, but I got there after she and I tumbled down during another round in the middle of the night. She wasn’t lying there beside me, so I could only assume she had gotten up some time after I drifted off to sleep.
Wriggling over to the side, I pulled the sheet down to wrap around me and sat up. I could see the top of the bed now and Bryn lying flat across it. She was on her belly, her adorable round ass sticking up in the cool air of the room. Her head was near the edge of the bed, her arms propping it up like a makeshift pillow. All the memories of the night before went rushing through my head.
It was enough to make me want to wake her up. But I didn’t get the chance. Before I could even reach for her, Bryn lifted her head and turned it so her chin rested on her arm. Her hair fell sideways over her head and tumbled down the side of her face to pool on the mattress in front of her. She blinked her heavy-lidded eyes at me a couple times, then giggled.
She buried her face in her arm, then looked at me again. I was expecting her to scramble off the bed and run out of sight, or to tell me to leave. Instead, she blinked at me again and bit her bottom lip.
Dropping the sheet onto the floor, I scrambled up onto the bed and flipped her over onto her back. She grinned and wrapped her arms around my neck as I came down on top of her for a kiss.
That round nearly turned into two, but finally we realized we were drained and hungry. Reluctantly dragging ourselves out of the bedroom, we went to the kitchen to forage for food. I barely even realized as I sat there watching her move around finding food to make for us that I’d plopped down on one of the breakfast nook chairs in nothing but boxers. I felt oddly comfortable with her.
I couldn’t tell what she was up to, and I was surprised when she reached in the freezer and pulled out a giant zipper-top storage bag.
“What’s that?” I asked.
She looked at the
bags and at me, giving a sheepish smile. “Cinnamon rolls. I make them in huge batches and stash them in the fridge for whenever I might need them.”
“Do you frequently experience cinnamon roll emergencies?” I asked.
“When I was a little girl, my mother dedicated herself to teaching me all the finer points of being a proper hostess. Some of them stuck, such as your home should always smell good, and you should always have something delicious on hand for company,” she said.
“I guess I count as company,” I said.
She laughed and leaned down to pull a baking tray out of a cabinet. “You definitely kept me company last night. It was exactly what I needed.”
“Glad to be of service,” I said.
She flipped me a sassy look over her shoulder and started doling out buns onto the tray. She shoved them into the oven, then went to the coffee maker. “I don’t have an entire piece of massive furniture dedicated to fancy coffee flavors, but I have a good dark roast.”
I laughed. “Dark roast sounds good to me.”
She started the coffee brewing and came to sit at the table with me. As she sat down, I had the strange compulsion to reach out and take her hand. I stroked my thumb over her fingers but let it fall away quickly. This was a strange place for us to be in. Not that I was hoping for a deep conversation about it. In fact, at that moment I was kind of hoping for no conversation at all.
There was no pretending it didn’t happen. That wasn’t even something I wanted. But I also wasn’t looking to serve up a big helping of emotions and feelings along with our cinnamon rolls. I was still confused as to where all of this was going.
“In all seriousness, thank you for coming over last night,” Bryn said. “It was all just a lot.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to be here for you. I can’t believe he just showed up like that,” I said.
She shook her head and stood up to go over to the coffee maker and take the full carafe out. Grabbing two mugs by their handles, she brought them over to the table and set them down in front of me.
“Neither can I,” she said. “You would think he would at least have the decency to call me ahead of time and say he wanted to come over and get his stuff. Of course, we’re talking about somebody who committed theft against the person he was supposed to spend his life with, so maybe I shouldn’t actually be so surprised at his lack of decorum.”
I was more stunned by that comment than I would really like to feel. “Yeah,” I forced out.
She sat down and watched me pour myself a cup of coffee silently. “Something wrong?”
I looked up at her and shook my head. “No. I guess I just didn’t realize the two of you were that serious. I mean, I knew you lived together and everything, but I didn’t know you were planning on getting married.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, I guess, technically, we weren’t. It’s not like he had ever asked me, or we had started making plans or anything. But he was really good at saying all the things he thought I wanted to hear and making me feel like there was a future ahead for us.”
I nodded. “Did you want to marry him?”
I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. That really wasn’t the type of question I wanted to ask a woman who still smelled like me while I sat in my underwear in her kitchen after waking up on her bedroom floor. Fortunately, she didn’t look at me like I was as much of an idiot as I felt like. I didn’t even know where that question came from.
“Um,” Bryn said, sounding a bit awkward as she swirled her spoon around in her mug. “I don’t really know. I mean… yeah, I guess. But… no. I don’t really know how to explain it. We were together for a long time, and I figured I was getting to the age when I should be thinking about marriage and my future and all those things. So, I guess in that way, yes, I wanted to marry him. He seemed like as good an option as any, and I didn’t exactly have a frame of reference for how it was supposed to feel to choose that one person you wanted to be with.”
“But?” I asked. I had already gone down the uncomfortable path. I might as well go all in.
“But I also didn’t feel that spark. That sense that I couldn’t imagine my life without him, or that I didn’t even want to think about sharing the most important moments of my life with anybody but him. Does that make sense?” she asked.
“Honestly? I don’t really know. But as long as you’re good with the way things have turned out, that’s all that matters,” I said.
“Well, I wish he hadn’t stolen all my money on the way out. But, yeah, I’m happy with him being out of my life. I don’t even miss him. Not at all. And I figure if our relationship was as good as I wanted to think it was, it would be harder to not be with him. Even with the crap he pulled, there should still be that little bit of me that misses him. Yet, there isn’t. I think that says a lot.”
I laughed. “Sounds like it does to me.”
After breakfast, I reluctantly left and drove straight for the office. I was hoping to be able to slip into place without anybody noticing, but when I walked in, I found Gabe sitting behind my desk, his feet propped up on it as he leaned back in my chair and clapped slowly.
“Well done,” he said. “You look good doing the walk of shame.”
I shook my head and playfully pushed his feet down off the desk. “There is no shame here.”
“Fine, but I’m going to want to know some details,” he said.
“Then you’re out of luck,” I said. “I’ve got to get to work, so you can just use your imagination.” He stood up and I plopped down into my chair, making a face at him as I did. “Actually, don’t use your imagination.”
He laughed and walked out of the office. I had gotten there just in time for my first video conference of the day. Work was busy for the next couple of hours, but after lunch I had a break. Instead of going to the kitchen to eat, I headed to my place. I took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes before going back to the office. I finished out my workday with a grin, which evidently earned even more of the trust and enthusiasm of the brand-new client who came in just before closing.
19
Bryn
“Bryn, this is my sixth message to you. I know you’re getting them. Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something? I don’t think I did anything. What could I have done? Maybe I did do something. I hope I didn’t do anything. If I did do something, I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything, then why are you ignoring me? Call me.”
I sighed as I erased the voicemail and tossed my phone onto the table in front of me. Rubbing my eyes, I shook my head. Trish was a lot. Not that that voicemail was actually her sixth one to me.
It was her eighth.
She had been calling me over the last couple of days, trying to make plans to hang out again. I felt bad ignoring her. I didn’t at first considering how crazy my brain felt. But as the calls kept coming in and I kept not answering them, I started to feel guilty. Maybe I really should give her more of a chance. She wasn’t what I would usually look for in a friend, but maybe that was exactly why she was good for me.
It wasn’t like I had an abundance of other people in my life. If I had a posse of good girlfriends, Nick probably wouldn’t have been the first person who popped into my head when Justin showed up to my house. Actually, he probably still would be. But there would have been somebody else for me to talk to about it, too.
My brand-new, fresh life was calling, so I decided it was about time to consider a call with Trish. I realized I had closed myself off so much since Justin and I got together. Everything was about him and his friends. Everything we did was wrapped up around him and them. I couldn’t even remember the last time I just started and maintained a friendship that was about me.
Finishing up the line of code I was doing, I picked my phone up and called Trish back.
“Bryn!” she exclaimed without even saying hello.
“Hey, Trish,” I said. “I’m sorry I missed your call.”
I figured I would just glos
s past all the other calls I’d missed, too. Maybe she wouldn’t mention them. And if she did, then I’d figure out how to deal with it then.
“I was starting to get worried about you,” she said.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been sick,” I said.
It was the truth. Trish and I hadn’t seen each other since the stomach virus hit me.
“Oh, no! I hope you’re feeling better,” she said.
“Much. Thank you.”
“Good, because I want to get together again. What are you doing?”
“Right now?” I asked. “I’m working.”
“How about tonight?” she asked.
“Tonight works,” I said.
I gave her the information for Lindsey’s bar, and we made plans to meet up. I hung up and went back to work, trying to pick up my pace so I could get ahead again. I was more motivated than ever to do as much extra work in every month as I possibly could so I could make the money for my investments. Seeing Justin again didn’t hurt me like I would have expected it to. It infuriated me, but it didn’t make me sad or upset. It fueled me, and I wanted even more to feel that sense of vindication when my bank account was full again and I knew he couldn’t get his hands on it.
I worked longer than I usually would, and by the time I looked at the clock. I realized I didn’t have much time before meeting up with Trish. I jumped in a fast shower, got dressed, and headed over to the bar. She was already there when I walked in and waved at me enthusiastically from a barstool.
“Hey, Bryn,” Lindsey said as I slid onto the barstool beside Trish. “How are you doing tonight?”
“Doing pretty well, Lindsey,” I said. “How’s business been?”
She gestured around at the already dense crowd filling the space. “It’s a good night. Burger night always is. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the Freeman boys came in tonight. Nick isn’t the only one who can’t resist my burgers.”
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