reaches my glorious wetness.
He says, “So pretty, so deprived,” slipping a finger deep inside me, and I clench down on it. He kneads my swollen clit with his thumb at the same time as his finger rubs my G-spot.
Incredible. “Ah,” I moan, rotating my hips as the warmth of arousal throbs from each pleasure point, still so sensitive from earlier.
Soon, he switches his thumb for his greedy tongue, and I think I might cum over his face.
His tongue circles and flicks my clit, punctuating these movements with a suckling action while maintaining the perfect thrusts of up to three inserted fingers.
“I’m going to cum, oh yes.” He quickens his movements, and his suckling deepens. “Yeah, ah...”
I have the first virginal orgasm of my life, and the first orgasm in far too long.
The release is astounding.
My body feels free.
Yes…
I am free.
My mind is empty.
He climbs off the bed and redresses.
As he does, I’m distracted by the rhythmic waves of pleasure inside me, and the increasing volume coming from somewhere else in the house.
Without a word, Bryce leaves me again.
This time, in his hurry he leaves the door slightly ajar.
I hear voices, laughter, and Bryce giving someone orders to clean something up.
A spillage.
I don’t care.
I just wish he would come back to me.
Chapter 11
A few minutes later, he does return.
“I forgot to give you more water.”
He holds my head up and pops the straw in my mouth.
When he demands me to “Suck it for me,” I choke and spit the water out, shocked by the connotation.
I admit it made me snigger, too.
“Watch the tux.” He wipes the water I sprayed onto his jacket, and I see him trying not to laugh.
“Sorry, but come on,” I say. “Didn’t you mean me to laugh? You know what you said...”
“No. Drink the water.” He tries again, popping the straw in my mouth and leaning over me with a softer expression. “And without spitting it at me this time.”
I swallow several gulps, but it’s not as refreshing at room temperature. “Enough, thanks.”
He replaces the bottle on the bedside table and offers me another of his rare smiles, though this one is more in his eyes than on his mouth.
I want too much for him to kiss me, to feel his tongue wrap around mine.
I gulp back my need. “What’s the noise outside?”
“Nothing, just another boring party for federal politicians, at my expense.”
“What?”
I am in shock.
He raises his hand. “Don’t worry, they don’t know you’re here. I’ve got to kiss a lot of ass to stay this rich, so you’re my secret entertainment for the night. You’re being paid to get me through the drudgery, Amelia.”
I remember the cash, realizing I’d forgotten about the reason for being there for a while.
It makes me feel dirty all over again. “So you’re selling yourself, too?”
He frowns and shrugs. “Pretty much. Everyone successful person will sell their ass at some point. Fact of life.”
“Hey, my ass is off limits, yeah?”
“Today perhaps.” He winks, definitely hinting at seeing me again, which makes me smile, damn it. “But you’re entertainment enough without giving me your ass tonight.”
“How entertaining can I be lying here like this?” I so want to jump his bones and entertain us both.
“You’d be surprised by how entertaining you could be in this position, Amelia. In any position. You underestimate yourself.” He checks his watch, smiles, and locks the door.
Returning to me, he slowly unzips his trousers and pushes his hand beyond the opening. “In fact...”
More juices ooze from my sex and I know he can see, but I’m so aroused I don’t care.
In contrast, anticipation dries my mouth so I lick my lips, imagining what he might taste like and what his next move might be.
I want him to...I gulp when he pulls out his clean, long, sturdy cock. Studying my expression as I feast my eyes on him, he says,