Her hands are already between us, unbuttoning my shirt. She starts at the bottom and works her way to the top, finally pushing it over my shoulders. I pull away from her long enough to slide my arms out and toss it onto the floor. With my shirt gone, she pulls my undershirt up and over my head. Our lips find one another again, and I unfasten my utility belt from work and drop it onto the floor. It falls with a loud thunk. Her hands start to unbutton my pants, but I push them away, wanting to get her out of her workout clothes.
I kiss my way down her jaw and neck to the swell of her breasts. When I can go no lower, I pull back and hook my fingers under her shirt. I wait for only a second, but it’s another second for her to change her mind. She doesn’t. Instead, she sits up with me to allow me to pull it over her head. As I pull her sports bra off, her breasts bounce, her nipples already hardened before I’ve even touched them.
I lower my mouth down to them, sucking one into my mouth as my tongue swirls around it. She lets out an approving moan and lies back to let me do my work. While I suck, flick, and nibble at one, my hand plays with the other, massaging and caressing. I give her breasts far more attention than I should, but I’ve been picturing them since the moment I met her.
“Bryce, please,” she whimpers, biting down on my shoulder.
Her hands find the button on my pants again, and she pops it open and lowers the zipper. I have to get us both naked before we can back out. I need her now, and there is no stopping me this time. I’m far past the point of no return. In the blink of an eye, my pants and boxers are lying on the floor next to her shorts and lace panties. She brings my mouth to hers as my aching dick rests and pulses against her center.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask against her lips.
Without breaking our kiss, she reaches over and pulls one out of the top drawer of her nightstand. I hear the foil package as she rips it open. The next thing I know, she’s sliding it over my length, making me quiver at her touch.
Nine
Nina
“Are you sure?” he asks me, and I want to laugh in his face. Am I sure? Of course I’m sure. I’ve been dreaming of this moment since he kissed me against the hood of my car weeks ago. After the awkwardness at work, I never in a million years thought this was how my day would go. Right now, all I can think about is flipping him over and sliding down his massive length, making him mine once and for all.
“Yes, please, Bryce,” I say against his lips as I lift my hips slightly, feeling his tip at my wet center.
He knows he’s already poised at the perfect spot, so without warning, he pushes deep into me. We both let out a gasp and a moan as he finds his place within me. He pauses, and I use the time to spread my legs further apart. He’s so big that it feels like he’s ripping me in two, and he isn’t even in all the way yet.
“Fuck, Nina. You’re so tight,” he says, placing a hand on my hip. He pulls me into his thrust, filling me completely. I let out a moan that’s a mix of pleasure and pain. When I put the condom on him, I couldn’t even close my fist around him. That’s how big he is, and that’s how much he’s stretching me. When I first saw his size, I almost freaked out, wondering how bad it would hurt, but it wasn’t enough for me to turn back, and I’m so glad I didn’t.
He slides back several inches before pushing into me again, this time harder and with more force. I can’t help but rock against him, grinding my clit against the dark hairs that surround his manhood.
His hands hold my hips as he pumps into me again and again. I feel my release rising, and it’s so close that it makes my entire body go numb. My toes curl, my nails dig into his back, and my lungs suddenly stop working. My heart, though, doubles its pace. With one last thrust, I shatter around him, moaning, whimpering, and whispering her name over and over until I float back down into my body. When I open my eyes, I’m surprised to find his green ones locked with mine.
“That was so fucking sexy, Nina,” he says, before covering my lips with his own and working his hips faster. Just as his release rises to the surface, mine fills me again, pushing me over the edge along with him. His hips sputter and jerk, finally coming to a stop as he rests on top of me. His heat sinks into me, and his weight feels perfect pressed against me. My heart and lungs are working overtime as I try to regain the use of my brain and limbs.
When we’ve both finally found our way back to our bodies, he rolls to my side and pulls the blanket up over both of us. He pulls me tightly to his chest and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Don’t go quiet on me now. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I take a deep breath. “I’m thinking about how perfect that was,” I tell him, glancing over his shoulder. “Was it… I mean, was I good enough for you?” This man has seen every inch of my body now, but, somehow, asking that one question was enough to cause embarrassment to wash over me.
“That was perfect, Nina. As I knew it would be. There was a reason I wasn’t able to stop thinking about you.”
I smile at his words. “What do we do now? I mean, what we’ve done, there’s no taking it back.”
“I wouldn’t even if I could,” he replies, making my insides turn to mush.
“We broke the rules, Bryce.”
“And I’m more than happy to keep breaking them with you. We just have to keep things quiet. Can’t let anyone find out. Not for a while anyway. I’d hate to be fired.”
I roll in his arms so that I’m facing him. I cup his jaw and look into his green eyes that are sparkling but also hooded with lust. “So, you’re not backing out. And we’re going to keep this to ourselves?”
He offers up a breathtaking smile that makes my heart pound. “If I thought it was impossible to stay away from you before, there’s no way I’m going to be able to do it now.”
I grin as I lean in and press another kiss to his lips. He kisses me softly at first, but the kiss picks up urgency as our hands start to roam each other’s bodies. Before I know it, he’s on his back with me riding every single inch of him.
Several hours later, we finally part. He lies on his back while I rest my head on his chest. It’s only now that I see the raised, puckered scar on his chest. I raise my hand, running my fingers around the circular scar. “What’s this from?”
“I was shot.”
I inhale loudly, lifting my head to look up at his face.
“Shot? When?”
“In the bombing. I was shot and left there to die in the explosion.”
His body tensed during this turn in the conversation, so I want to let it drop. But before I do, I press my lips against the scar, kissing it, more than thankful that he survived the whole ordeal. An explosion couldn’t stop him. A bullet couldn’t kill him. He’s stronger than any man I know, and now he’s all mine.
Bryce and I spend our entire weekend locked up at my place. We’d make love, sleep, eat, shower, and end up right back in bed. I’ve never been so sore in my whole life. When Monday morning rolls around, I dress in a pair of pants with flats and a dress shirt that buttons all the way up. As sore as I am, I don’t need to give him any ammo today. My lady bits need a break after the weekend with him. I walk into the station and stop in the break room for my usual coffee. He must sense me because as soon as I walk out to go to my office, he steps out of his office with a file under his arm.