I began to stride. “You’re not seriously going to stand there and watch me, are you?”
“Yes, I seriously am.”
“Bryce, I was only kidding about the whole hold-my-hand thing. Go away.”
“Can’t do it, Hunny.” He lifted one foot and propped it back against the machine, hands still in his pockets and looking as comfortable and as sexy as ever.
“This is not funny. I’m not kidding, you know.”
“Neither am I.” He pushed off the machine with the foot he had moved and walked over to a chair. He slid it out from the table, spun it around and sat on it backwards, facing me with his arms crossed on the back rest.
He’s fucking serious. I stopped my strides and glared at him. “Bryce!”
“Don’t bother. I’m not moving. You won’t listen to me and stop exercising on your own, so I will make sure you are not on your own. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You are fucking unreal.” I started striding again, trying my damned hardest to ignore him. It wasn’t working.
Even though I was no longer making eye contact with him, I could feel his stare bore into the depths of my body. It was arousing my sexual reaction to his scrutinization and my heart pounded in response. Well, you are exercising, Alexis. That could explain the increase in heart rate. My nipples twinged, tickling and firming as I moved. No, it’s Bryce’s stare, definitely Bryce’s stare.
A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, so I grabbed my towel which I’d draped over the handle of the machine and wiped my brow while catching a glimpse of Bryce who was smirking at me. “Are you enjoying yourself, you overprotective arse?”
He laughed. “Yes. I’m especially enjoying the view. You are fucking hot when you sweat. Although, I like to be the one who makes you sweat.”
I squinted my eyes at him. “Yeah, well best you enjoy watching me sweat. Because it’s the only way I’m going to sweat for you if you insist on being a domineering dick.”
He laughed again. “Sorry, did you say I have a domineering dick?”
“No.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t I—”
“My dick likes domineering your mouth and your—”
“Your dick will be domineering nothing if you keep this shit up.”
He chuckled. “You’re sweating again, Hunny.”
You infuriating sexy son of a bitch. I slowed to a stop, wiped my brow and stepped down from the machine. Bryce watched me intently as I walked over to the exercise bike. He swivelled his chair around so that he could continue to face and taunt me.
I dropped my head back in surrender and groaned.
“I love it when you groan. Do that again.”
I lifted my head. “No. Piss off.”
He laughed and rested his chin on his folded arms. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”
“Bryce Edward Clark!”
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name in full.”
He had an amused cocky grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and groaned again.
“Ah, that groan, Alexis. It’s like you are fucking me from a distance.”
I dropped my head to my arms which were crossed over the bike’s display monitor, smiling behind the screen as I pedalled harder and faster out of frustration. Frustration over him taunting me, but more so because I was enjoying it and really wanted to go over and bite that naughty mouth of his.
“Alexis, slow down.” His voice was no longer playful. I ignored him and pedalled harder. Who’s got the domineering dick now, ha? Um...clearly not me! Um...never mind. “Alexis, I’m serious. Slow down.”
I raised my head and looked at him. “No.”
He stood up quickly, pushing the chair away and walked over to the bike. “Alexis!”
“Bryce!” I mimicked.
He switched the power off, forcing the bike to lose momentum.
I gripped the padded handles, squeezing them tight and screamed my irritation at him. “Who do you think you are? You can’t boss me round like that.” I stepped off the bike and poked him in the chest. “Back off, I mean it.”
“Fuck, you drive me wild.” He bent down and wrapped his arms around the base of my arse, gently hauling me up and over his shoulder. Then he turned to walk back inside.
I slapped at his arse. “Put me down.”
“I will when we get to the bedroom.”
“No. Forget it, you bloody control freak! I’m not fucking you.”
“Yes, you are.” He practically bound up the stairs, not showing any signs of strain; my weight appearing to be not much heavier to him than a feather.
“No. I’m not.” Yes I am. Who am I kidding?
“Well, I’m fucking you. You can just lie there and enjoy it.” He walked into our room and gently placed me onto the bed. I went to get up, but he grabbed me and held me down, pressing both arms firmly into the mattress. He climbed over me so that he was straddling my hips, but I noticed he was bearing his own weight so that he did not crush me or the baby.
“Get off,” I half-arsedly hissed.
“Do you really want me to get off?” he asked seductively, then leaned forward and dragged his tongue from my collar bone to just below my ear.
The warm wet lubricated slide of his tongue made me shudder. “Yes,” I whispered, blatantly lying.
He trailed kisses from one side of my neck to my jaw, then across to the other side of my neck, barely skimming my mouth. “Are you sure?” he breathed again. “You can have a workout with me, now. I’ll make you sweat like never before.” He trailed some more kisses across my neck and back down to my collar bone, dipping further so that his lips were pressing into the top of my cleavage. “Are you really sure you want me to get off?” He dipped his tongue in between my breasts. I moaned in response, letting him know that he’d won, and that I wanted nothing more than for him to continue.
“I didn’t think so, Hunny.”
***
After giving in to Bryce and taking my frustration out on him in the bedroom, I pouted for the rest of the afternoon, glaring at him every so often. I found myself to be slightly bored and not having much to do. It was a Sunday, my children were away, and I no longer had to worry about housework. I never really minded doing my housework. I used to get some sort of self-pride cleaning my house and my things, it made me feel appreciative of what I had. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t love housework, and I was more than happy with the fact that I didn’t have to do it any longer. I just sort of felt a little useless now.
Bryce had been in the man-cave for most of the afternoon, and I assumed he was working on some songs. I could hear a faint beat sounding through the walls but couldn’t make out what it was. It sounded very different from the style the band usually played. I was tempted to go and watch him, possibly even stalk and annoy him like he had me, but I figured he was working on something important, so I left him to it.
Instead, I picked up my book and immersed myself into the fiction world. I was about ninety percent finished with my book, where the two lead characters narrowly cheated death in a school fire. I was thoroughly engrossed and hoped to God that this second chance would lead to them getting their shit together, when Bryce took my book from my hands and placed it down on the coffee table. I watched it change location from my hands to the table, like it had grown legs and moved there itself.
He grabbed my hands and helped me rise. “Come on, get up.”
“Hey, I was reading that.”
“You need to get ready. I’m taking you out for dinner, birthday girl.”
“Oh, where are you taking me?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Go and get ready, I’ve laid something out for you on the bed.” I smiled and got all excited. I loved when he picked something out for me to wear; it was like a surprise present in itself.
***
Bryce took me out for dinner to ‘Seaspray’ which was a lovely modern seafood-inspired restaurant by the beach at St Kilda. The head chef was a friend of his
and had somewhat been a mentor to Bryce over the years, teaching him all he knew about cooking— my tastebuds would be forever grateful to Chef Daniels and his exceptional culinary teachings...forever grateful.
After our delicious grilled rock lobster, seared Moreton Bay Bugs and VIP treatment by the restaurant’s staff, we headed back home. As I stepped into the elevator with him I latched my arm around his and rested my head on his shoulder, smiling contentedly.
“Thank you for dinner...for everything. You really do spoil me. But that’s not why I love you, you know.”
“I know. You love my domineering dick.”
I raised my head to catch his arrogant smile. “I do love your domineering dick, but no...that’s still not why I love you. I love your passion and devotion, and I love how you love with everything that you have. You’re incredible, Bryce, and what we have is incredible and I thank my lucky stars for it every day. I’m kind of waiting for my bubble to burst, though.”
The elevator doors opened to the apartment. He stepped in front of me and produced a blindfold from his pocket. “No bubbles are gonna burst, Hunny.” He placed it over my eyes, his serious yet sneaky smile disappearing as my vision turned black.
“What are you doing?” I asked, taken aback.
“Getting you ready for your present.”
“Bryce, I really don’t need another present. You’ve spoilt me enough as it is,” I said as he led me to the couch. I had my arms out like a zombie, braced and ready for God knows what.
“Relax. Here, sit down.” He guided me to a sitting position. “I have to give you this present, Alexis. I kind of promised you.”
I furrowed my brow, trying to remember a time where he had promised me something.
“You have no idea, do you?”
“No. None at all.”
“I should just let it go then. I really didn’t want to do it after I followed your instructions and ‘Googled’ it.” He let out a regretful huff and bound up the stairs. “Wait there,” he called back.
“I’m not exactly in a position to go anywhere, Bryce. Where are you going?” I yelled. He didn’t answer me.
The room grew silent as I sat awkwardly on the edge of my seat, alone and in darkness. I felt very self-conscious and slightly anxious at not being able to see what was going on around me. Time felt longer with a blindfold on for some reason.
It felt like minutes and minutes before I heard him come down the stairs again. “Finally. What took you so long?”
“If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. And trust me...I don’t think I’ll be doing it again. My arse is very fucking uncomfortable right now. I have a newfound respect for you, Hunny.”
“What?” I laughed. “What are you talking about?”
“Shhh,” he breathed unbearably close to my mouth, startling me as he dragged his lips across mine, the sensation heightened because I could not see it coming. “You’re about to find out. When you hear the music, take your blindfold off.”
My mouth was open, ready for his lips and tongue. I moved my neck forward searching for his lips that were no longer there. Hang on, what? Music?
The deep drum and bass sounds of “My Pony” by Ginuwine filled the room. I jumped in my spot at first, wondering what the hell the noise was, but when I realised it was Bryce’s sound system playing the sexy R&B song, I grabbed at my blindfold and tore it down from my face. My eyes needed a second to adjust to the light that was now streaming into them, but when they did, I found Bryce at the top of the step, standing with his legs apart and his hands behind his back, wearing a baseball cap, a hoodie, very baggy tracksuit pants and white runners. Visions of Channing Tatum in Magic Mike played across my memory, together with me telling Bryce after a bet that he lost, that he would have to perform a ‘Channing’ for me.
My eyes widened as he rolled his neck around, in a slow, sexy and seductive way. I gasped, throwing my hands over my mouth. Holy fuck, he’s really gonna do a Channing. Realising what he was about to do for me, I squealed then kicked my feet up and down on the ground.
“Oh! My! God! Bryce!” I shrieked.
He unzipped his jacket as he took a step toward me, sliding my way to the beat. I squealed again as he got closer, bouncing up and down on my seat, my smile threatening to spread wider than the edges of face—if that was at all possible.
He moved his hips to the beat as he removed his jacket and dropped it on the floor, a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. Fuck, where the hell did this dancing God come from? He’s got moves!
He rolled his body back a few times as he raised his eyebrow suggestively at me, prompting an instant squeezing of my legs together. My pussy abruptly woke up, beckoning his touch, a touch I wanted desperately, but not until he’d finished Magic-Miking for me. This was just too fucking good.
He slid my way a little more then ran his hands down his chest which was covered in a tight white singlet top. My mouth went dry and I swallowed slowly. Oh, fuck. I’m about to sexually combust. I could feel the blood rushing to my head as he got down on his hands and knees and crawled toward me then he slid backward in a dry-hump-the-floor kind of way. I laughed and threw my head back, as that particular move was my favourite part of Magic Mike’s strip tease in the movie, and Bryce just pulled it off perfectly.
He smiled at me, then with ease, did a back flip. I screamed, unprepared for his talented acrobatics and for fear he was about to land on his head. He didn’t though. He landed perfectly on his feet then stripped off his singlet triumphantly, revealing his delicious chest, abs and that freakishly fantastic ‘V’ muscle.
I gripped the edge of the couch, needing to restrain myself from tearing across the room and clawing at him like a sexually crazed wild animal. I couldn’t entirely rule that scenario out, the sight of him stirring an uncontrollable heated primal feeling within me.
The chorus kicked in, and Ginuwine sang about ‘riding his pony’ and as those lyrics filled the room, Bryce thrust his cock and pointed at it definitively, forcing my mouth to drop. Yes...it dropped to the freaking floor, followed by the rest of my body. I was now on my knees, sitting on the backs of my feet in front of the couch, salivating. Fuck! I desperately wanted to ride his pony. I wanted to freakin’ ride it immediately.
He did a 360-degree spin and stopped, standing over me, only centimetres away. He pulled his tracksuit pants down at the front only slightly revealing what looked like red underwear. No! He hasn’t...He didn’t...Oh, fuck! I think he did. My eyes widened and I knelt up higher to sneak a peek at what I thought was a red G-string, just like Magic Mike’s.
He grabbed my hand and twitched his finger at me as if to say ‘nuh uh’, then he gently pulled me back up so that I was once again sitting on the edge of the couch.
Eye-fucking me heatedly, he slowly crouched down to his knees and placed his head between my legs. I shuddered. Oh, holy fuck. Then, almost instantly, he lifted me and stood up, my pelvis covering his face and my legs wrapped around his neck. I screamed at my change of elevation and because Magic Mike did the same thing to some random chick in the movie.
He walked me over to the step and gently knelt down, laying me flat on my back. I laughed and covered my face with my hands.
“You’re crazy!” I branded him over the music.
He didn’t say anything, just pretended to dry-hump me as Ginuwine sang about being horny. I couldn’t stop laughing at his smirking face, when he hovered over my mouth and teased me with his lips. I tried to kiss him but he pulled away and slowly crept down my body, eyeing me devilishly and stopping momentarily to nip at the damp spot between my legs. My thighs instantly closed around his head, holding him tightly. But my strength paled in comparison to his, as he opened them back up with ease, releasing himself to stand above me once again.
“You’re insane,” I giggled, as he waggled his eyebrows in response and removed his shoes and socks.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I eagerly watched him pull down his tracksuit p
ants. My eyes widened, and I fell back and put my hands over my mouth to subdue the laugh that was bursting from within me. To my absolute delight, I had been right in my assumption that he was wearing a red G-string, just like Mike.
“Happy Birthday, Hunny,” he said with conviction.
I covered my eyes, laughing hysterically, but peeking through my fingers at the luscious eye-candy above me. I kicked my legs up and down with excitement as I knew what he was going to do next. He crouched down over me, facing my feet, then hovering his crotch over my face, he pumped his pelvis to the music—imitating fucking my face. I squealed again and tried to bite at his cock.
“Hey. Easy,” he laughed.
I ignored him and gripped his delicious arse pushing his package into my face.
The music died down and Bryce rolled off of me, while trying to pluck the thin material from between his arse in an awkward fashion. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst into hysterics.
“I can’t believe you,” I said in between laughs and gasps for air.
Chuckling, he finally replied, “Believe it, because I ain’t wearing this fucking arse flossing, red piece of shit ever again.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I’ve often wondered that if you fell asleep with a smile on your face and woke up with that same smile, had it stayed on your face the entire time you were asleep, being the evidence of overpowering elation you experienced before your mind went to rest? If that notion was at all possible, then I was pretty sure the smile I had just woken up with was the same smile I had when I fell asleep the night before—a result of Bryce’s strip tease.
I hadn’t even opened my eyelids, yet I was thoroughly beaming, remembering the birthday present my Mr. Magic-Mike Clark had given me. Oh! My! Freakin! God! He was hot.
I giggled then snapped out of my euphoric state, opening my eyes completely to scan my surroundings. Bryce wasn’t lying in bed next to me. Instead, in his place were a blue rose and a note telling me he had a mountain of work to do and for me to sleep in, take my time, and come down when I was ready.
I picked up the rose and sniffed it, still smiling from ear to ear then hopped in the shower without hesitation. I wanted to go and see the sexy dancing stud-muffin as quickly as I could and hoped that maybe, just maybe, I could get him to do an encore performance.
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