Bryce leaned in, his voice filthy and possessive. “You remember this position? Hands up… ass back… legs shaking.”
“Bryceeeeeeee,” I moaned his name, my body betraying me before words could.
“Fuck, I missed this.” His voice was a low growl behind me, filled with grit and hunger. “I missed how you sound… how you beg.”
“I don’t beg,” I hissed, defiant even as my knees buckled.
“You will.”
Bryce slammed into me like he was reclaiming every moan, every memory, and every inch.
Before I could catch my breath, Bryce spun me around like I was weightless, pressing my bare back against the cold glass. I gasped, body trembling at the contact, the night air chilling my skin through the wide pane.
“Bryce—” I shivered. “It’s cold.”
His eyes locked onto mine. A cocky smirk crept across his lips as he leaned in, his voice brushing my ear.
“Then let me warm you up.”
Bryce gripped the underside of my thighs and lifted me, hooking my legs over his forearms. My body arched against the window, nipples pebbling from the chill and the intensity in his stare. His dick found me again—no warning, no hesitation. He drove into me… hard. My thighs shook around him, and my back hit the glass with every stroke. The cold bit into my spine, but his heat, his pressure, and his thickness swallowed every thought. I cried out, but he didn’t let up.
“Throw it back, Chess.”
I tried, but the position had me locked in and at his mercy.
Bryce leaned in close, voice wicked. “Or you want me to go see what Isis talking about and let her get what you ain’t acting like you want.”
My head snapped up so fast, I nearly headbutted him. “Say that shit again,” I warned.
“Oh, now you alive,” he smirked, low and dangerous. “Show me then.”
Something feral took over me. I braced my palms flat against the window, pushed myself up, and rolled my hips down in a deep, filthy grind. My ass clapped against his thighs as I rode him in midair, with no shame. I moved like I had something to prove, like every ounce of grief, jealousy, and buried love had turned molten in my veins.
“There she go! That’s my C Baby. Fuckin’ me like you ain't never left.”
“You’re toxic,” I breathed.
“Yeah… but you still fiendin’ for me, so maybe you’re toxic too.”
Bryce shifted his grip, cupping my ass tighter, using it to slam me onto him with a force that shook my voice into broken moans.
“You really missed me? Or just missed getting slutted out against windows like this one?”
Bryce didn’t wait for an answer; he just rolled his hips upagain.
“Tell me this dick ain’t better than any nigga you been with since me,” he growled, his teeth gritted now. “I dare you.”
I clung to his neck, nails digging in, head falling back as a moan escaped my throat that said it all.
“Shit… Bryce…”
A low, cocky laugh rumbled through his chest. “That’s not an answer.” His voice dropped to a savage whisper. “Did you fuck that nigga while y’all been here? You let him see what I used to wake up to? What I used to fuck raw with the lights on?”
“Bryce—”
“Answer me,” he snarled, slamming into me again. “You let him touch what I hope is still mine?”
“No,” I panted.
