by Glines, Abbi
“It’s sure good to see you here,” she said. “And who’s this?” she asked, turning her friendly smile toward Cullen.
“This is Cullen, my nephew,” I told her.
“Well, Cullen, is that blue and red ice cream yours?” she asked.
He nodded, and she took it from the girl, then handed it to him.
“We have a new litter of puppies out back. Would you like to go see them?” she asked him. Then glanced up at me. “If that’s okay with your aunt Bryn.”
He nodded his head vigorously and looked up at me with hopeful eyes.
“Sure, that sounds exciting,” I replied.
Cullen walked to Hazel without even a backward glance my way. He was getting braver with new people.
“Come with me,” Rio said close to my ear.
I fell into step beside him as he led me back to the private offices. I had been back here only once when I worked here. It was off-limits to employees unless they had an appointment.
Rio led us to the door on the left and took a key from his pocket to unlock it. He went in, and I followed him. The light came on, and I looked around the office lined with filing cabinets and a massive oak desk full of mail and notebooks. I turned to Rio to ask whose office we were in.
The door lock clicked, and he dropped my bag, then moved to me. I had little time to think or say anything as he backed me up against the wall, then covered my mouth with his. It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was hard and demanding. I buried my hands in his hair and savored having this moment alone. Knowing he wanted to kiss me this much made my stomach flutter with excitement.
“You looked incredible out there on the beach. I like your bikini,” he said, trailing kisses down my neck to my collarbone. His hand slid under my cover-up, and he shoved it into my bottoms, groaning as his fingers felt my arousal. “I need to feel it,” he growled as my knees buckled, and I held on to his arms.
“I want inside you so bad,” he said, grabbing my left leg and pulling it up to his side. “For now, just a little taste.”
Then, he was on his knees, and my leg was over his shoulder. The crotch of my bikini bottoms was pulled aside, and I watched as Rio’s head moved between my legs.
The second his tongue slid inside of me, I cried out. Someone might hear me, and I needed to care, but right now, the pleasure I knew his mouth would bring me was winning. The tip of his tongue circled my clit, and my legs trembled.
“Oh!” I moaned, holding the back of his head there with both my hands.
He continued to tease me with his tongue before the sharp bite of his teeth took whatever strength I had in my legs, and my knees buckled completely. Rio’s hands grabbed my waist and kept me from falling. His mouth left me, and I wanted to shove his face back but didn’t. I managed to control myself. Tilting his head, he looked up at me.
“I was just going to get a taste, but I don’t want to stop until you come on my face,” he said.
His words alone made me tingle and pulse.
“P-p-pl-please,” was all I could manage.
He stood up, and I wanted to cry out. However, he picked me up and sat me in a chair, then pulled my bottoms off.
“Open your legs for me,” he ordered.
I did as told, and he placed a hand on each of my thighs, pushing them farther apart before putting my legs over his shoulders and pulling me to him.
“Damn, that’s a sweet pussy,” he whispered as he lowered his head back to where I wanted it.
With each touch of his tongue, I grew more frantic. My body arched and jerked beneath him as he brought me to another earth-shattering climax. I moaned his name several times as my orgasm pulsed through me.
How had I made it to be this old, not knowing how good this was?
His mouth moved down to my inner thigh, and he finished by kissing my knee before looking up at me. I was still struggling to catch my breath as my heart rate slowed.
“That’s addictive,” he told me.
I managed a laugh. “You have no i-i-idea.”
He flashed his dimple then and reached for my bottoms. I let him put them back on me and then stand me up.
“I told Hazel we needed twenty minutes. We might have taken more than that. Better go check on Cullen,” he said, then licked his lips. “I’ve been thinking about that all damn day.”
I was growing attached too quickly. We were moving so fast, but I couldn’t slow it down. I wanted the things he did to me. I craved them. Going back to work would slow us down. That would help. As much as I wanted to enjoy being with him, I had to keep my head and, dang it, stop being so easy to get.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Rio
Bryn was going back to work tomorrow, and it was taunting me. I hadn’t expected things to go this way. Not so quickly. I’d thought she disliked me. I hadn’t known she was going to light up like a firecracker when I kissed her. But she had, and all the reasons I had fought to give us a chance were gone. One taste of her, and I was hooked.
The next few nights, she would be working, and we wouldn’t have much time together. I was already dreading it. If Pops didn’t need me at the market so bad, I would take off, so we could have days together. Being away from her even for a few hours bothered me. I knew that wasn’t mentally healthy, but fuck if I could help it.
Henley had helped me out by offering to take Cullen swimming in our pool, then keeping him there for the night. Bryn had told him she’d be there when he woke up. Saul had agreed to go get the little girl who was his sister by birth but had been adopted by a young couple in town to come swim too. Cullen got a playdate with another kid, and I got Bryn alone. I wanted a date night with Bryn. I wanted to take her somewhere nice. Let her see I wanted more from her than her body.
Henley had already picked up Cullen when I arrived to get Bryn. When the door opened and she stood there with a black satin dress that was fitted and hit mid-thigh, my heart thudded in my chest. Her long hair fell over one shoulder, and her shoulders and collarbone were bare. There wasn’t much cleavage, but there also wasn’t a bra. I swallowed hard.
“You look beautiful,” I said.
Her smile was always shy when I told her how beautiful she was. As if she didn’t believe me and was embarrassed. It was part of what made her perfect.
“Thank you,” she replied.
“You’d better come out here,” I told her. “If I come inside, we won’t make it out tonight.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she was going to ask me to come in. Even with her innocence, she was hungry to do more. That didn’t help my self-control.
I stepped away from the door. “Get out here, Bryn,” I said.
She reached for a purse and stepped outside. The heels weren’t like the stilettos she wore at work, but they were definitely fuck-me heels. I would be taking those off tonight. I placed my hand on her lower back and led her down the stairs and to the Jeep. Not looking at her chest to watch her tits bounce under the thin satin fabric was difficult. I managed to only look three times before opening the door for her to climb inside.
There was a brand-new box of condoms in the backseat, but that wasn’t for my Jeep. I was not going to take her in my Jeep. Not for her first time at least. In the future, it could happen in here, but not tonight.
“Where are we going?” she asked as we pulled out onto the main road.
“Sterling Sand Dollar,” I replied.
“The one with the rooftop seating overlooking the water?”
I nodded. “That’s the one.”
She smiled, and not taking her directly to her bedroom and burying myself in her the moment she’d opened the door was a good thing. Bryn didn’t get to go to places like this. She didn’t date, apparently. Her life had been ruled by Tory.
I put my hand on her thigh because I needed to be touching her while I drove the five miles to the restaurant. Fighting the urge to slide my hand higher up her thigh was difficult, but I managed it. Mostly by asking her things about Cu
llen, like when his birthday was and where he was going to go to school in the fall.
We didn’t go inside; instead, we checked in for our reservation outside, and the hostess walked us over to the elevator for the rooftop seating. It was virtually impossible to get reservations up here, but Saul’s father owned the building, so he’d made it happen for me.
The table seated in the far-right corner, away from the other tables, had to also have been Saul’s doing. I owed him one. There were limited tables up here, and we had managed to get the one that was blocked from the view of other tables with an ornate railing. I wasn’t sure patrons were regularly sat back here.
I sat on the same side as Bryn, so we could have a clear view of the beach. Also, I didn’t want a table separating us. The sounds of the crashing waves, ocean breeze, and soft music that was playing gave us a sense of privacy.
The server arrived and took our drink orders. Bryn ordered water, but I ordered a bottle of champagne. She said she would drink a little but that she rarely drank anything. Once the drinks arrived and we chose our meals, I allowed myself to finally touch her. I placed my hand back on her thigh and ran my fingertips inside her leg, where the softest flesh was.
“Do you eat seafood?” I asked her casually. “You ordered the only chicken dish on the menu.”
Her breathing had picked up some from my caressing. I liked being able to affect her so easily.
“I-I-I don’t know,” she said.
She was already stuttering. That did something to me. Every damn time. When I knew she was so turned on that she couldn’t concentrate on talking, I felt like I’d won something I didn’t deserve.
It also made me want to push her more. I let my fingers move up higher inside her thigh. “You don’t know? Have you never eaten seafood?” I asked.
Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the satin fabric of her dress. She swallowed hard and then shook her head instead of answering.
“Are you afraid to try it?” I asked her, then moved my hand a little higher.
Bryn opened her legs more, and that single move made my cock throb. She looked up at me, and I bent my head to capture her mouth with mine. I tasted her honey and sunshine as my hand slid further up her thigh until I found the wet lips of her pussy with only a thin strap of fabric going up the center.
“A G-string,” I whispered against her lips.
She nodded.
“It doesn’t cover up much,” I told her as I played with the string, tugging it so that it rubbed her clit roughly.
She bit her bottom lip and muffled a sound. Her eyes fluttered, and she moved against my hand. I’d started this, but I needed to stop it. No one was going to watch her come. That was for me alone. I moved my hand away, and her eyes opened. The distress from my stopping was clear on her face. My dick was aching. I should have known better than to put my hand down there.
“No one sees you come but me,” I told her.
She looked around, and we weren’t in anyone’s sight.
“At any moment, the server could return,” I said.
She looked so damn let down that I was tempted to chance it and get her off. I licked her off my fingers, and her eyes grew wide as she watched me.
“Rio?” she asked me then.
“Yes?”
“After dinner, can we go back to the apartment?”
I had planned to take her for a walk down the beach, but maybe that would be better for another day. “Is that what you want to do?”
She nodded.
“Why?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it.
I expected her to blush or lick her bottom lip nervously. Instead, she leaned closer to me, letting her breast graze my arm.
“Because I want you to fuck me,” she replied.
My hands fisted, my dick jerked in my damn pants, as if it had been called to action, and I clenched my jaw to get control of my thoughts.
“What is it? Don’t you want to?” she asked me, concern now in her gaze.
“God, yes. I just didn’t expect you to ask for it.”
“Why?”
I looked down at her, afraid to touch her. “Not something I expected from you.”
Her face flushed, and she looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry.”
She was misunderstanding me.
“Bryn, you don’t apologize for turning me on.”
“I was?”
All I could do was laugh. If she made me keep talking about this, we weren’t going to make it to the meal.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Bryn
The chicken was delicious, and so was the shrimp that Rio made me try. Everything about dinner was magical. I’d never been on a date, and he had made my first real date beautiful.
The ride back to the apartment, he didn’t say much, nor did he touch my leg. I worried something might be wrong, but one glance at his crotch told me it wasn’t anger keeping him silent. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to get some relief after seeing how hard he was.
My hand trembled as I unlocked the apartment door. Once the food had arrived, we had talked, and the sexual tension had eased. We’d eaten and had some champagne. It was the drive home when things had gotten intense. I stepped inside the house, and Rio pushed me in farther, then closed the door and locked it behind me.
I was going to ask him if he wanted something to drink when he picked me up and started walking back to my bedroom. His gaze was hard and intense. I held on to his arms until he put me back down in front of the bed.
“Take it off,” he ordered.
“My dress?” I asked.
“Take off the dress and panties. Leave the shoes on.”
He was unbuttoning his shirt, and it was already off before I even began.
I slipped my arms from the straps and let the dress fall to my waist. Rio stopped unbuckling his pants and was watching me. I had to shimmy to get the dress down over my hips and butt until it pooled at my feet. Rio began unzipping his pants, then slipped off his shoes while never taking his eyes from me.
“Panties,” he demanded.
I tugged them down until they, too, fell at my feet, and then I stepped out of my clothing.
Rio shoved off his pants, but his boxers remained.
He then knelt down in front of me and took my left foot, then removed my shoe. He did the same with my right foot.
“I could have taken them off,” I said, smiling down at him.
“Not when I’ve been thinking about it since you answered the door,” he replied, then stood back up.
“I’m going to lie on the bed, and you’re gonna sit on my face,” he said. “I need to lick that sweet pussy until it’s ready.”
“S-s-s-sit on your f-face?” I asked, terrified.
He grinned at my response. “Yes, baby. You hold on to the headboard and ride my face until you come. You’re in control of your orgasm. Just use my mouth to get off.”
Oh my God.
He lay back on my bed, and his erection was stretching the boxers until it was tented out in front. I climbed up on the bed and stopped to touch the tip of his penis.
“Don’t, or I’ll flip you over and sink into you now,” he warned me.
I lifted my gaze to look at him. “I told you, that’s what I want.”
He growled. “Get your pussy up here. I need you ready. It’s not easy for you the first time.”
I knew it was supposed to hurt and possibly bleed. I didn’t care. I liked pain with pleasure, it seemed. But I did as I had been told, and with my knees on each side of his head, I slowly lowered myself.
“That’s it, baby. I can smell you. Now, bring it here.” His hot breath tickled the inside of my thighs.
When his tongue flicked at me, I gave him more, no longer caring how strange this position seemed. His mouth was on me, and it felt wonderful. He began sucking my clit, and I did as he’d told me. I rode his mouth. His tongue sank inside me so deeply that I cried out louder than I ever had.
; “B-b-bite me,” I pleaded.
He did it immediately, and I was so close. I could feel it building. My legs shook, and he moved one of his hands from my thigh to hold open my folds as he licked and sucked deeper.
“I-I-I’m c-c-ccoming!” I shouted, and he pulled my clit in to suck it just before he gave me one more bite.
My body went slack, and he moved me and somehow flipped me over onto my back with ease. My eyes fluttered open, and his boxers were off. He was rolling a condom down over his penis. He licked his lips.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he told me, brushing hair back from my face. “But I might lose it once I’m inside you.”
“Please, f-f-fuck me,” I pleaded, using a word that I knew would make him snap.
His eyes flared. “Damn it,” he cursed, and with one thrust of his hips, he was inside me.
It was a sharp pain, but mixed with the sensation of being completely stretched and filled, it was pleasurable.
He held still, his breathing ragged in my ear. “I gotta move, Bryn.”
I lifted my hips to encourage it, and he slid back, then pushed inside me again. Opening my legs wider, I moaned at how incredible it felt. I wanted more of that. He did it again and again. My cries got louder, as did my begging.
“Your pussy is so tight; it’s squeezing my dick,” he said in my ear. “This has to hurt you.”
“S-s-so g-g-good. M-more,” I managed to get out between my pants.
“You want it harder?” he asked.
I nodded my head.
He began moving faster, and his thrusts were harder. I clawed at him, pleading for more, and I was sure if he ever stopped, I would die. Nothing in my life had prepared me for how life-altering sex was. There was so much to feel, and my body was wild with trying to take it all.
“My pussy,” Rio said as the vein on his neck stood out, his face red. “Mine. This is mine. I took it. I own it,” he said as his pumping turned as frantic as I felt.
I wanted to scream, yes, it was his. If he promised to do this all the time, he would own me.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he said, looking down at me, then pressing a kiss to my lips.