“Yes. Messed up, broken, lost. She’s all of those things, but she’s still mymum…”
Bryce lifts my chin, his hazel eyes staring into mine. “She’s lucky to have you and a fool for not appreciating what a beautiful person you are. I understand what it’s like to feel rejected, worthless. I get it. I’ve felt it too, I still do.” His voice tightens over the words and I wonder what his mother did to him to make him feel as unloved as me. A tear falls from my eye and rolls down my cheek. My ability, it seems, to keep my emotions in check is failing around these men. Bryce catches the lone tear with his finger, then leans close, rubbing the tip of his nose againstmine.
“Tell me what you want, Louisa,” he says against mymouth.
I wish I could, but I can’t even begin to make sense of what I feel, let alone articulate that tohim.
“It’s why we do it…” Bryce starts filling the silence. He brushes his mouth against mine and I find my heart aching for more of histouch.
“Dowhat?”
“Have sex. When you don’t know what it feels to be loved, you look for the next bestthing.”
“Like now?” I whisper, pressing my hand against his broad chest, holding himback.
“I want you. I can’t deny that, I won’t. After this morning, being with you is all I’ve thought about. Seeing you wearing my t-shirt, smelling me on you. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted another woman more. All I want to do right now is lift you against this sink and bury myself in you, never coming up for air. You have bewitched me. You’ve bewitched us all.” Bryce’s chest is heaving, his arms are raised, trapping me within them. God, I want him too. Ido.
“What do you want, Louisa?” herepeats.
I lean forward, pushing against his chest. He steps back, waiting. The tension is intense, it’s difficult to breath. I glance at the shower, then back at Bryce. Oh, what the hell. I let myself go earlier, I can do it again. Right now is for living,feeling. I will deal with the aftermathlater.
“Take a shower with me?” Iask.
A grin spreads across Bryce’s face. He leans down for a kiss, but I press my fingers against his lips. “But we can’t…” I start, remembering we have no moreprotection.
Bryce pulls his t-shirt over his head and kicks off his slacks. “I’ll behave, Ipromise.”
His large hands fall to the bottom of my t-shirt, and as he grabs the material his knuckles slide upwards against my skin. The feeling sets off tiny sparks of fire inside of me. I moan outloud.
“If you make those kinds of noises I might not be able to control myself,” Bryce says, his eyes darkening withdesire.
He throws the t-shirt to the side and pulls me in for a kiss. I feel tiny against his large frame, he is my very own man-mountain and sexy as hell. Our mouths meet, yet this time his kiss is about as tender as I have ever felt. His hands slide through my hair, run over my back and cup my arse cheeks, squeezing them gently. Then he lifts me up and walks me to theshower.
The water is tantalisingly hot as it runs over our skin, and Bryce’s kisses even more so. I can feel his cock pressing up against me. It is a dangerous position to be in, one slide downwards and all sorts of trouble will follow. I pull back, untangling my legs from his waist, common sense peeking through my lustfulness. Bryce eases me slowly to the ground, presses a gentle kiss against my forehead, then leans over and grabs some body wash. He pours some into his hands and rubs themtogether.
“May I?” he asks, waiting for mypermission.
I watch the water fall over his luscious, rock hard body, watch as it slides downwards to where his cock stands to attention. I raise my gaze to his. “Only if I can wash you too,” I say smoothly, surprising myself with my self-assuredness.
A low chuckle erupts. “Now that is an offer I can’trefuse.”
His soapy hands slide over my shoulders first, moving slowly down my arms, massaging in firm circles until they reach my hands. He presses his thumb into my palms then slides his hands back up. I take the opportunity to place my soapy hands over his chest, running my fingers through the coarse hair that I love so much before giving his nipples a gentle tug. His cock twitches at that, and I can’t help but smile at the way his body reacts to my touch. My hands slowly move lower, sliding over the dips and grooves of his stomach muscles, until I hold his cock in my hands. It curves upwards, bold andvirile.
“Louisa,” Bryce says, sucking in a sharp breath. I look up at him, feeling suddenly powerful as I fist my fingers over his cock. I don’t take my eyes off him as I move my hand up and down, my thumb swirling over the engorged tip. He leans over, taking my mouth in his as water pours over us both. Bryce bites on my bottom lip, pushing me back up against the wall, his mouth moving over my face, my neck, sucking on my ear lobe. Low pants come from him as I work my hand quicker whilst the other cups his balls, teasing them gently. He is positioned in such a way that the firm spray of the shower hits the head of his cock. The combined sensation of my hand pumping and my fingers teasing has him slamming his hands against the tiles either side of my head as his body arches, his head tipping back. He calls my name over and over as an orgasm tears throughhim.
It takes a few moments for Bryce to come down from his high. When he does, he doesn’t say a word, just presses a gentle kiss against my mouth, then he takes my shoulders and turns me around, so my back is facinghim.
“Damn it, Louisa. I don’t think I have ever come as hard. Now it’s your turn,” he whispers into my ear. Bryce’s begins to massage my shoulders and upper back, easing some of the tension that has gatheredthere.
“You have the most beautiful arse, like a ripe peach.” He steps closer, his hands smoothing over my skin before sliding over my bottom. I can feel the coarse hair of his chest tickle against my back. I love the feel of it, of him pressed against me. His warm mouth glides against my neck as his hands trail down my arms. He lifts them up, guiding me to put the flat of my hands against the shower wall. I can feel the firm silk of his cock rest briefly against the crack of my arse before he stands back slightly with a groan. Bryce is still hard, despite hisrelease.
“Louisa, what are you doing to me?” he says as his hands begin to massage my aching breasts. He pulls my nipples into hard points, twirling them gently between his thumb and fingers. Desire pools within my chest, blooming outwards. I am onfire.
“Bryce…” Imoan.
He releases me from his teasing, sliding his hands over my rib cage and lower towards the heat of my sex. I am desperate for his touch, I ache for him, wanting nothing more than for him to press his fingers against my clit. Still he teases me as his hands move lower, smoothing the front of my thighs before circling around and cupping myarse.
“Spread your legs for me, darling,” he says, kneeling behindme.
I do as he asks, realising I’m pretty much putty in his hands. I know what is coming and I want his mouth pressed against my sweet spot more than anything else right now. One of his large hands grips my hip whilst the other pushes gently against my lower back urging me to bend over. My body follows his demandsinstinctively.
As the water pours over my skin, Bryce’s mouth presses against my clit, his tongue swirls there, the pressure just right. I bite out a moan, my fingers curling against the tiles as his lips slide over the sleekness of my opening. Then he licks me firmly, front to back, back to front, repeating the movement over and over, only pausing to press his mouth firmly against my clit or to dip his tongue inside me. My legs begin to shake, as my orgasm builds. He is relentless, he doesn’t allow me a moment to relax, to catch my breath. I am as tight as a drum, wound up with need and want. Then, as though he knows exactly what I need right at the point I need it, Bryce slips two fingers inside me, curling them just at the right spot and I explode with a loud scream as the most intense orgasm rips through me. I ride the wave whilst stars splinter behind my eyelids. My hands slide from the tiles as my legs buckle beneath me. Bryce catches me as I fall, burying his head into my hair as tears roll down my cheeks with the intensity of my orgasm and the new overwhelming emotions I am beginning to feel. I remain like that, curled in his arms at the bottom of the shower, for some time. He doesn’t try to move, he simply cradles me against his chest, the sound of his heart beating loud in myear.