“You always did wake up sweet as fuck,” he mumbled, his beard brushing my inner thighs, slick with my arousal. “Your body still telling the truth even when your mouth don’t.”
“Bryce…” I whimpered again, trying to warn him, but he slid two fingers in deep, curling them right where he knew I’d break.
“You ‘bout to cum already, ain't you?” he teased, voice gritty. “You still that easy for me, huh?”
My hips bucked, trying to pull away from the heat of it all, but he gripped my thighs tighter and shook his head.
“Nah… take this nut just like you took this dick last night. You owe me that much.”
My eyes rolled back. A helpless moan escaped as he flicked and flattened his tongue, over and over. When my legs started to shake, Bryce groaned deep in his throat likehewas the one being wrecked.
"Don’t hold it. Let that shit go, baby. I want it in my mouth.”
I cried out. My whole body tightened then unraveled under his tongue as he swallowed every drop of my sweetness with a greedy growl. Even when I tried to catch my breath, he didn’t move.
I panted, legs twitching. “Bryce… stop. You gon’ make me—”
Bryce looked up at me, lips glistening, eyes dark.
“You saying stop… but that body screamingagain.”
Christmas break wasn’t supposed to look like this, but maybe—just maybe—this year doesn’t have to hurt as much.
Chapter thirty
Chesteria
“We came for peace but left with pieces of each other."
Itugged on my robe and slid my arms through the sleeves, still warm from the covers we’d barely left. We only got out of bed to shower, still ended up having sex in there. Bryce stood behind me in just pajama pants, brushing his hair like he was debating whether we had to be decent to go downstairs.
We didn’t.
“Oh! I have something for you!” I said, suddenly excited, remembering the snow globe I bought.
I dug into my bag, pulled it out, and handed it to him with a little grin.
Bryce tilted his head, studying it. “Where you get this from?”
“From the market. I bought it when I first got here. Isn’t it cute? If I knew we’d be… you know, here likethis... I would’ve gotten you something bigger… more expensive.”
Bryce pulled me closer, hand resting on my waist. “C Baby,” he expressed, eyes softening, “you know when it comes to me, I like thoughtful shit. That means more than anything.” He held the snow globe up. “It means it came from your heart. That’s the real gift.”
Bryce kissed me slowly and deeply with his hands gripping my ass like he had every intention of unwrapping me all over again.
He drew back and added, “Besides, I don’t have shit to give you.”
I cocked my head and pointed at his dick with a playful lift of my brow. “Oh, that?” I teased, eyes dropping low. “That’s the gift ofallgifts. It should’ve come wrapped in a velvet bow with a warning label and a release form.”
Bryce raised a brow, that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “A release form?” He tilted his head, voice thick. “Baby, Iamthe reason they make NDAs and Plan Bs.”
I licked my lips, still grinning. “Mmm. You right. Limited edition. Break-the-bed certified.”
He leaned in, voice dropping to a sinful murmur against my ear. “And addictive as fuck. This the kind of dick that rearranges shit and ruins you for anybody else. You feel me every time you sit down.”
I sucked in a breath, thighs clenching. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Bryce leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “It ain’t flattery if it’s facts. Ask your walk from last night.”
