Funny to think how upset I waswhen he confronted me, and now I’m as at-ease and aroused as I can imaginebeing. I reach for my dick, which bounces up and down on my belly.
He slaps my hand away.
I look at him to understand hisintention. He smirks and spits into his hand again. He lathers it across mycock. It’s not much, but enough that he’s able to lubricate me pretty good andgrant me some ease, as right now my balls feel like there’s all this pressureinside them that demands release.
Each time he jams his cock againstmy prostate, I feel like a jolt of energy is rushing through my body. As muchof a fucking dick as he can be, he sure knows how to top. He picks up speed, keepinghis body arched back. It’s like he doesn’t want to be intimate. Like he justwants to own me.
The way he looks at my dick as hestrokes it, I can tell that he’s eager to see me shoot again. I hope I shoot farbecause I like it when his eyes widen with surprise when it flies over my body.He likes knowing he’s responsible for how aroused I am.
I throw my hands over my head andrelax my arms against the kitchen island as he continues penetrating me.
I let the sensation in me climbuntil it becomes so unbearable that I want to snatch my cock from him just so thatI can handle the release. I grip onto the faucet on the island and cling onwhile I cry out because the pressure is so intense that it hurts.
Bryce pounds even harder and thepressure against my prostate is too much for my body. I feel the climax andthen the warm sensation of my come shooting across my body, sprinkling over myabs and chest. Just a little bit hitting my chin.
Damn that cock makes it go a longway.
My prostate is hypersensitive fromcoming, but Bryce is relentless.
I cringe, enduring his powerfulmovements as he nears his own climax. He curses and I do too as he leans downand shoves deep within me, his expression twisting as he empties into thecondom within me, offering me an emotional release despite the sharp pain.
He kisses me and I kiss back toassure him that everything was just right.
I love being trapped beneath hisbody like this. Having him hovering over me.
As he pulls away, his expressionseems to ask if I enjoyed the experience. I laugh because the relief has beenso far from the fury we felt before we began fucking.
He smiles, but in a moment, hisexpression turns serious.
I know why. Because he’s concernedabout what we’ve done once again. Because he knows that we shouldn’t be doingthis. Because he’s afraid of what this means, and so am I, especially afterwhat he confessed.
We both know this can only lastfor so long, and after all he’s been through and all he’s seen me go through, Iknow this isn’t the sort of life he could ever imagine himself enjoying. Iwouldn’t want him to have to live like this. To endure the spotlight that I’velearned to survive. He isn’t that guy, and every day that he has to play outthis façade for the press is only wrecking his life more and more.
This is what it would always belike if he stayed with me. Because I can never be myself. He could never behimself. He’d have to play the game and work to keep everyone’s interest. That’sjust not his way. That’s what I like about him. That and when he looks at me, Iknow he doesn’t see the Tad Roarke that other people see. He doesn’t see theimage that I’ve crafted through the years. He just sees another guy. And themore he knows me, the more he breaks through barriers that I’ve spent such along time trying to keep everyone from breaking through.
***
“That private investigator found out about the woman whotalked to Kira Wilde’s people,” I say as I relax into Bryce’s hold. His armsaround me as we lie in bed after our hot-as-fuck sex, this may be the mostintimate embrace we’ve shared since we became a regular thing.
“When did this happen?”
“I got the text right after theEmily Carter interview.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“I just…I’ve been trying to figureout what I’ll even ask her.”
“You know, you don’t have to talkto her if—”
“I want to talk to her. I just…I’vespent so long living a lie that I’d like to know the truth. I feel like Ideserve that much.”
“You do.”
“I know Kiernan doesn’t want medigging around in the past, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my lifewondering.”
“No, I get that.”
And I feel that he really does.Just in the way he holds me. In the way he looks at me. I appreciate hissupport so much. It reminds me how nice it is to be in a relationship if onlybecause it feels so good to have an ally.
