by Glines, Abbi
“We had history, Bryn. Changes things.”
She began to bite her bottom lip again as she thought about it. Talking about this wasn’t cooling me off any. Possibly making it worse.
“Keep biting your lip, and there will be more of what just happened. I’ve done nothing but think about you for two damn weeks. I’m wound up.”
I thought the warning would cause her to laugh or change the subject. Maybe get up and offer me a drink.
I hadn’t expected her to lift her shoulders in a shrug, lean toward me, and whisper, “That’s not something I’m against.”
My body tensed in response. Why had I expected her to be shy and innocent? Fine, if she wanted more, then I wasn’t going to waste my chance.
I pushed her back on the sofa, and her eyes went wide with surprise. When I reached up to pull off her panties, she began breathing fast from excitement. If she was going to come to me this easily, who was I to deny us? Clearly, she was experienced.
Glancing at the hallway, I looked down at her. “How thick are your walls?” I asked.
“He has a s-s-sound m-machine. It dr-drowns out m-most everything,” she said.
“You’re stuttering again. Am I making it hard for you to concentrate?” I asked with a pleased grin.
She nodded and bit her lip.
I took her legs and put them over my shoulders.
“Wh-wh-what are y-y-you d-doing?” she asked, almost in a panic.
I hadn’t expected that reaction. But if she was wanting to make me hotter, there was no need. I was there.
“I’m going to eat you. I want a taste,” I told her. Then, before she could say anything else, I ran my tongue over the sweet, wet pink pussy opened to me.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, and her body jerked.
I licked again, then ran my tongue over her sensitive clit.
“R-R-Rio, oh, p-p-please,” she begged.
I looked up at her as she grabbed her breasts and began to pinch her nipples. I reached down and undid my zipper before my cock exploded behind the pressure.
Once I had it free, I went back to my feast. Running my tongue along the path that I knew felt the best, then slipping it inside before flicking her clit with it. When I sucked the clit hard, she cried out again, and her hand went to my head, as if to hold me there.
I had been right. She liked the pain with her pleasure. I bit it gently.
“Y-y-yes, yes, o-o-oh G-God, yes,” she chanted.
I stuck my finger inside her to wet it, and then as I bit down on her clit, I slid my finger inside her tight hole in the back. She covered her mouth as she screamed and bucked beneath me.
I was throbbing so painfully that I didn’t know how much more I could take. Reaching down, I took my own cock in my hand and began to stroke it with the wetness from her pussy. I continued to look at her as I licked and bit her in the way she seemed to like best. This was better than all my shower fantasies.
“You like having your pussy licked, don’t you?” I asked her, and she looked down at me, her eyes lost in the pleasure.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I n-n-never knew,” she said and arched her back again as I circled her clit with my tongue.
“What didn’t you know, baby?” I asked her, then licked at her clit again.
She shuddered and made another noise, then said, “How g-g-good th-th-this would b-be.”
“I knew we would be good together,” I said against her hot flesh.
She moaned again. “Th-this isn’t s-s-something I th-th-thought I’d enjoy.”
I paused and looked at her. “You’ve never had your pussy eaten?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
“What the hell was wrong with your other lovers?” I asked, going back to loving her.
“Th-th-there were n-no others,” she said, and I froze.
She was watching me.
“What?” I asked her because I had to have misunderstood something.
“Pl-please,” she begged and squirmed under me.
I began to give her what she wanted as she moaned my name. She was so willing and free with me. How could this be her first time?
“I’m a vir-vir-virgin,” she said finally between her sounds of pleasure.
I lifted my head and looked at her. She was lost in the moment. Her mouth slightly open as she panted. Her eyelids heavy with desire. She was the image of every erotic dream a man could have, and no one else had been here. Just me. The possessive monster inside of me lost some control. The urge to beat on my chest and roar was under the surface.
I lowered my head again and pressed a kiss to her swollen clit, causing her to whimper, before I bit down on it just hard enough to send her spiraling into another climax as I pumped my dick and shot my own release onto my legs.
Once I was done, I pulled my pants back up and stood to pull her into my arms. She came willingly, although she was limp from her powerful orgasm.
I held her against me, feeling things I’d never felt before. Things that should scare the shit out of me. Things that were not me. But with the knowledge that I was the only lover to touch her, something inside of me unleashed, and I knew I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her or touch her.
In one day, everything had changed.
Chapter Thirty
Bryn
After the two insanely amazing orgasms Rio had given me, he had held me in his arms long enough for me to fall asleep. When I woke up, my sundress was back over my chest and zipped up, and I was lying on the sofa, covered up with a blanket. My panties were not back on my body though, and they hadn’t been on the floor either.
While Rio talked to Cullen in the kitchen about what pizza he wanted tonight, I was thankful Rio had covered me back up and that Cullen hadn’t found us together on the sofa. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, and I was embarrassed that I had. I never took naps.
Now that they were gone, I took the time to wash myself up and change into something comfortable before we ate pizza and watched another Marvel movie. Before I put on my silk pajama shorts and matching top, I studied my bare breasts in the mirror a moment and smiled at the teeth marks on my nipples. Everything with Rio had been incredible. I wanted more of it, but he had just shown up today, acting differently, and I had spread out on the sofa with my legs open for him within hours.
I groaned and covered my face. What was wrong with me? He had kissed me, and I’d basically thrown myself at him. I doubted he believed I was a virgin. Nothing about what I had done today was something a virgin would do. I had been begging him to bite me.
I wondered if my vagina had teeth marks too. I tried to stop thinking about it as I finished dressing.
The front door opened, and I heard Cullen’s voice call out my name. I stepped out from the bathroom and made my way down the hallway to the kitchen. The pizza smelled so good. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the smell hit me.
Rio’s eyes met mine, and then his gaze went down my body. His eyes flared as he looked back at me. I had thought about wearing one of my baggy T-shirts and some old cutoff shorts, but I wanted him to look at me. It made my body tingle.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
I nodded.
He just smirked and shook his head. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” I replied.
His dimple flashed as he reached for one of the paper plates Cullen had gotten out of the pantry and put a slice of pizza on it, then handed it to me. “You worked up an appetite.”
I took the plate. “Thank you.”
He gave me one long look that made me want to do more things with him. But I had to keep my head on straight. Throwing myself at Rio was not smart. I needed to be sure why he was suddenly thinking of me all the time and if this was a fleeting thing.
Cullen took his plate from Rio and ran to the table. “It smells great!” he announced and began to eat.
Rio walked over to me and ran a hand up the back of my thigh, then cupped my butt before moving past me and w
alking over to the table to sit with Cullen.
“Isn’t this the best thing you’ve ever eaten?” Cullen asked Rio as he took a bite.
Rio’s eyes met mine. “No, bud, it’s not. But it is good.”
My panties went damp once again. He was not making it easy for me. I wasn’t sure if I had the power to hold Rio at arm’s length and move slowly. Sex had never been something I wanted. I hadn’t desired it. I’d run from it.
Now, my body was humming with a craving it knew nothing about.
Did Rio make all girls feel like this? I was deflated. He had been with a lot of girls. I wasn’t his first, and I wasn’t going to be his last. I didn’t allow myself to hope for things because I knew all too well how hard life could send you crashing to the ground. If you didn’t get your hopes up, then disappointment was easier to handle when it came.
“Don’t you, Aunt Bryn?” Cullen’s voice broke into my dark thoughts, and I forced a smile.
“Sorry, what did you say?” I asked him, wishing I had been listening to the conversation.
“You love Henley’s cupcakes. Especially the strawberry ones.”
“Oh, yes. She makes the best I’ve ever tasted,” I agreed.
I didn’t look at Rio. I wasn’t sure I could just yet. Instead, I ate my pizza and tried to get in a better mood. Today, I had dressed to catch Rio’s attention. It worked. I was very willing. He hadn’t seemed surprised by that, which could once again be because all women were very willing when he made a move. How could they not be?
My mood was not improving, so I was going to have to act. I was good at acting. I did it every night I went to work.
I finished off my piece of pizza and stood up. “I think I need one more. Anyone else?” I asked.
“ME!” Cullen called out.
“Sure,” Rio said, and I met his gaze.
He had noticed my mood change. I could see it in his eyes. He was studying me too closely.
I smiled at him and took his plate. I took my time, filling our plates up before returning to the table. “What movie have you picked for us tonight?” I asked Cullen.
He swallowed the bite of pizza in his mouth, then grinned. “Batman .”
We finished our meal with talk about Batman , mostly from Cullen, and then I stood and started clearing off the table. Cullen ran over to the television to find his Batman DVD. Rio came up behind me as I stood back up from getting Cullen’s empty plate.
“Something is wrong,” he whispered in my ear. Then, he ran his fingers down my arm. “Tell me, and I’ll fix it.”
I wished that were possible. This wasn’t fixable.
I smiled at him. “I’m fine,” I assured him, then started to step around him, but his hand grabbed my waist.
“No, it’s not fine. Something is bothering you.”
If I could not be instantly turned on by his hand touching the bare skin on my waist, then I wouldn’t have a problem at all. How did I explain that to him? I would sound like a desperate female who craved any man’s attention that was thrown at her. Which could not be further from the truth.
“I let myself think too much sometimes,” I said. There, that was the truth.
“Is it about today? Us? Is that bothering you?”
When I said nothing, his hand tightened on me, and he leaned closer. “After Cullen goes to bed,” he said, then let me go and went over to take a seat on the sofa.
He was going to stay after Cullen went to bed? This was probably a bad thing. I had no control. I needed to be a little harder to get. It was why Saint wanted me. Men liked that. Men didn’t stay when a woman was too needy. I had seen it happen to my gorgeous sister over and over.
Cullen sat between us on the sofa, and I was thankful for that. I needed him there. I wished he could stay there all night. He was a great buffer. But one hour into the movie, and his head fell over on my lap. He was done. That meant it was time for me to face Rio and not turn him off by my need for him.
Rio picked Cullen up and carried him to his room. I tucked him in and looked at the sound machine that I never turned on at night. It was simply to help drown out noise during his daytime naps. Turning it on now would mean I didn’t trust myself not to do more with Rio tonight. Leaving it off would mean I was sending him home.
“Turn on the sound machine,” Rio said in my ear.
I shook my head. “He doesn’t need it at night.”
“He will now,” Rio said.
I ignored that and walked out. I heard the sound machine come on just as I stepped into the hallway and turned to see Rio following me with a determined look on his face.
I closed the door to Cullen’s room and then looked at Rio. “I’m tired,” I told him.
“You took a nap,” he said, closing in on me until my back hit the wall. “Tell me what happened in your head. Because something is bothering you.”
“Can we go to the living room?” I asked, then pointed at Cullen’s door.
Rio nodded and stepped back, letting me go first, and then he followed. When we were in the living room again, Rio walked over to the sofa and sat down. I did the same, but I put distance between us.
“Talk,” he said.
Fine, I would explain most of it. The parts he needed to understand.
“You’ve never shown interest in me until this morning. Then, you suddenly found me attractive, and by early afternoon, I threw myself at you willingly. That isn’t me. I don’t do that.”
Rio said nothing for a few moments, and I wondered if he was waiting on me to say more.
“I’ve been attracted to you since I was fourteen years old,” he said finally.
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard him correctly.
“Bryn, the moment I saw you, I chased you down and made you talk to me. That was because I was sure I’d just seen the prettiest girl alive.”
I frowned. “Really?”
“Why would I lie about that?” he asked with a grin.
“Well, that was when we were kids. Before the Jeep thing, you weren’t interested in me. In fact, I saw you with several different girls those two weeks I worked at the farmers market.”
He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You reminded me of my past and a time in my life I didn’t want to remember. You were the only bright thing in my world back then. But you were still a part of my fucked up childhood.”
“Why now? Why did you change your mind today?” I asked, not sure I really understood his reasoning.
“When I thought you’d bashed my Jeep, I could stay away from you because I thought your childhood had changed you. But once I didn’t have that and after watching you with Cullen and seeing the girl I’d once cared for was still there, that you hadn’t been hardened and twisted by life, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I won’t lie. I tried real damn hard.”
Maybe that did make sense. It didn’t make me feel better about the fact that I had been so easy for him. That was embarrassing.
“Come here,” he said.
He held out his hand to me, and I looked at it. If I went to him, I would end up doing whatever he wanted. I’d beg him for it. I didn’t move.
“Bryn, come here,” he repeated in a stern voice.
I looked from his hand to his face, and I had no control of my body as I stood and walked over to him. I stopped in front of him, and he held out his hands for me to take.
“Straddle me,” he said in a softer voice this time. “Please,” he added.
I wasn’t going to be able to tell him no. He’d said please. My panties were already giving away my reaction to him. I was going to get hurt. There was no way around it. He’d get bored with me and my easiness and move on. He wouldn’t mean to hurt me, but he would.
I sat on his lap, straddling him, and his lips brushed mine. Kissing him was something I had once fallen asleep thinking about doing. Those childish daydreams had been nowhere close to the real thing.
His mouth left mine, and he grabbed my bottom t
o pull me closer. When his erection rubbed against my clit, I let out a small sound. I had no control. My body was already humming with anticipation. I was being too easy.
“It’s n-n-not fair,” I said.
He ran his hands under my top and over my bare stomach as he looked at me. “What’s not fair?” he asked, his voice raspy. At least he was as affected as I was.
“That I-I-I can’t t-t-tell you n-no,” I admitted.
A wicked grin lit his face. “You can’t?” he asked as his hands moved up my rib cage and brushed the bottoms of my breasts.
I shook my head and trembled at the anticipation.
“Why can’t you tell me no?” he asked, moving his hands over my breasts and then pinching my nipples simultaneously.
“I w-w-want th-th-this,” I panted and cried out as he pinched harder.
Wetness pooled inside the crotch of my panties. My shorts were going to be damp.
He pulled my nipples to him. I groaned and arched my back. My top came off, and I was bare instantly. I watched as he pulled my right nipple into his mouth and pinched and pulled on the other. I started to squirm from the ache between my legs. The friction of his rigid penis rubbing against me felt good, so I began to rock back and forth on it. He grabbed my waist and held me still. I whimpered from the loss.
His hand slid down inside the loose leg of my shorts, and he paused and inhaled sharply. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked.” His voice sounded like a growl.
“I told you, m-m-my body wants y-you,” I said as he slipped a finger into my panties, and I forgot everything else.
He slid it back and forth, teasing me with what all he could do to me down there. I knew now, and I squirmed, needing it. He sucked on my breast some more.
I begged and clung to him, wanting him to do more. Give me that euphoria he had earlier. He reached up and grabbed the back of my head and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues tangled and stroked each other the same way I wanted our bodies to. Our breathing was hard, and when he finally pinched my clit between his two fingers, I broke the kiss, crying out as I stared down at his face.
“I’ve got to unbuckle my jeans, baby. My dick is so damn swollen; it’s getting painful.”