Fulfillment(70)

I grabbed hold of my desk just in time, as he bent down and put his arms gently behind my back and under my legs.

“Let go,” he demanded, a look of dominance and desire in his eyes.

I bit my lip and shook my head quickly, feeling my control dwindle.

“If you don’t let go of this desk now, I will pick it up, or drag it along with us,” he breathed in my ear. “Your choice.”

I believed him, so I let go.

He lifted me up and carried me directly to the elevator.

“Are you really going to spank me?” I asked curiously as we ascended.

“Do you want me to?”

“Maybe. Do you think I deserve it?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Oh, yes. I found one of my drum sticks wedged in your cast last night after you fell asleep on the sofa, so you definitely deserve it.” Oh shit! Remember to hide the evidence, Alexis, you fool.

“Damn it,” I admitted.

He carried me to the bedroom and placed me down on the bed, then very carefully climbed on top of me, holding his weight and securing my hands above my head.

“You are not quitting. You are not a nuisance and you do not suc—” He cut himself off. “Well you do suck, but in a very, very good way.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“So, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours or I will either call Jessica, or spank it out of you.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck. Oh, God that feels good. How long has it been since we’ve made love? Fuck, I can’t remember. “Well?” he said, waiting for me to divulge.

I moaned a little. “I’m a walking disaster,” I breathed out.

He dragged his tongue down my neck and kissed my collar bone, my chest rising to meet his lips.

“No, you’re a limping miracle,” he said with a husky voice as he made his way back up my neck to my ear lobe.

I clenched his hands in mine and moaned again. “I’m hopeless.”

He released one of my hands and placed it on the outside of his pants so that I could feel his hard cock. “Clearly you are not, Hunny.” Mmmm, clearly you are a God, Bryce.

I had the sudden urge to have his delicious erection in my mouth. I needed to feel him, taste him. I needed to feel I was in control of at least something. I knew I had nothing but control when my lips were around his cock. I could control his orgasm, his relief, and the feeling I now had at the thought of what I was about to do filled me with a sense of value.

“I suck,” I exclaimed, as I tried to lift my head from the pillow to meet his.

He leaned back, refusing my request for his mouth. “No, you don’t.”

“No, I do and I want to suck right now.”

His eyes changed within a second from endearing and heavy, to hot, hankering and alive with expectation.

Dropping his head to mine, he finally allowed my tongue to find his, kissing me passionately.

“Are you sure, my love? We can wait longer if you want.”

I pushed him off so that he rolled onto his back, lying next to me.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you in my mouth. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Positioning myself onto my side and making sure my ankle was comfortable, I undid his pants and unleashed his hard cock into my hand. Just the sight of it so gloriously close made me smile.

I cupped his balls then dragged my hand from the base to the tip, licking my finger and swirling it over his crown.

“Fuck!” he groaned.

I gave him a salacious grin before I wrapped my mouth around him, taking in as much as I could and gently clamping my teeth down. I could feel his soft warm skin beneath them, he felt and tasted so good; I couldn’t get enough.

He placed his hand on my head, gently clenching his fingers in my hair. “So good, Hunny,” he slurred.

My smile at his enjoyment and praise circled his shaft and I began to escalate my movement over him, repeating the consumption of his length over and over.

He moaned and growled explicit words which made me feel hot and empowered, helping me take charge even more and forcing the taste of his enjoyment into my mouth. I dragged my tongue up and down, flicking the spots I knew were sensitive to him. He bucked his hips and pushed himself further into my mouth, and I accepted his offering by sucking him deep.

“Fuck, I love you,” he hissed as he reached his climax, jerking into me.

I lapped him up and savoured the moment of being once again in control of a part of my life that I enjoyed. A part he obviously enjoyed, too.

***

Shortly after I literally blew Bryce’s mind—and after he also spanked my arse for quitting—we had a visitor. The joy and sense of self I had felt after sharing an intimate moment with Bryce had not lasted long, it ending abruptly when Gareth entered the apartment.