Chapter 31 Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Chapter 31
Sydney
‘Don’t think, Sydney.’
A small groan escaped my lips and he leaned in, kissing me again. His hand cupped the back of my head and I arched into him, deepening the kiss, wanting as much as I could. My hands slid up into his hair, his hands sliding down my back.
I felt his breath warm against my ear. “You’re going to be the death of me,”
Something about the way he said it, sent shivers down my spine, a moan escaping my lips. Leaving my lips, he trailed kisses down my jaw and down my throat.
I tilted my head backwards, slowly forgetting Eric or the madness that had just happened. Right now I could let myself feel. Just feel.
He kissed me again, leading me slowly towards the bed. His hands were everywhere, my waist, my back, my hair and I whimpered at every touch, my hands fisting his jacket.
He pulled back, breathing hard. “Tell me to stop,” he hissed, searching my eyes.
His eyes were clouded with desire. I’m not sure anyone has ever looked at me that hungrily. I doubt Eric ever did.
“Sydney, tell me to fucking stop before…”
I should have let him finish but not with the way he was looking at me. So I reached for his jacket, pulling him back down and kissing him. He groaned, his tongue sliding into my mouth and finding mine.
His hands slid up my thighs, beneath my dress and I let out a moan. Reaching behind me, he unzipped my dress, pulling down the straps, and dropped kisses down my shoulders.
He reached for my left breast, twirling my nipple between his thumb and index finger, sending shivers down my spine.
“You’re beautiful, Sydney,” he murmured against my skin, pulling the dress down my hips.
He eased it over my thighs, pulling it off my ankles and tossing it on the floor. Taking my feet, he kissed my ankle, dropping kisses up my calf. Another moan escaped my lips, my head thrown back.
He kissed up my inner thigh, his fingers digging into the sides of my panties and pulling them down. I lifted my hips to help him. His fingers slid up my thigh, sliding across the lips of my cunt.
I gasped, arching my body instinctively, pushing my cunt against his hand. My eyes met his and they had darkened by desire. He came down to kiss me, his finger sliding inside of me, my breath catching in my throat.
His tongue slipped once again in my mouth, his thumb circling my clit. I could feel his hard on, against my thigh. I reached for his belt, unbuckling as fast as my hands would let me.
He pulled back, a grin on his face, and shrugged off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt. By the time he tossed off his shirt, I had unzipped his pants and he moved long enough to pull off his pants and boxer shorts in one smooth swoop.
He returned to my lips, placing himself in between my thighs, his cock pushing against my cunt. He kissed my ears once more, nibbling on my earlobe, sending bolts of pleasure to my brain and driving me crazy with need.
I moaned, arching my hips towards him, needing him, wanting but clearly, he was going to take every single bit of his time. He kissed down my neck and chest, taking my nipples in his mouth. I let out a gasp as he flicked his tongue over them, sucking one nipple, while his fingers tugged on the other.
I writhed beneath him, my fingers digging into his shoulder. With his free hand, he slid between my thighs, rubbing on the hood of my clit pushing me over the edge.
“Oh God, Bryce. Are you going to fuck me or not?”
His head snapped up almost immediately, releasing my nipples with a pop. I couldn’t help feeling a small sense of loss. His lips curled. “As you wish, my lady.”
He guided, his cock into my opening, slowly pushing inside of me. I let out a moan, my body quivering as he slid inside of me. I moaned against his ear, my thighs wrapping around him as he moved.
I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts, desire clouding every part of my mind. He quickened his thrusts, leading us closer to the edge. I felt the warmth first in my belly, my fingers dug a little deeper into his back, as I got closer.
“Bryce..Bryce…” I moaned, unable to form the words.
He quickened his thrusts as I felt my thighs quivering, my walls clamping around him, spasming as I came. Bryce came soon after, muttering my name over and over and pulling out of me to cum in his shirt.
He fell beside me and we lay there for a moment, our breathing heavy. He pulled me towards his side and I should have protested but I couldn’t. So I leaned in to him, resting my head on his chest and listening to the beating of his heart.
His hands slipped into my hair, loosening it but who cared? Right now, I felt like the most desired woman in the world and I was going to bask in the feeling for as long as I could.
My eyes were about to close in sleep when I heard a phone ringing. It sounded far away, like it was coming from three rooms away.
“Isn’t that yours?” Bryce whispered in my ear.
“Is it?” I murmured, wishing I had put my phone on DND.
“Yeah.”
He slipped away and I bit my tongue resisting the urge to curse and tell him to leave the phone to ring as much as it wanted to. I watched him walk down and pick up my purse, pulling out my phone.
I could pretend about several things but there was no denying how incredibly hot Bruce Westin was. Grabbing the phone, he walked back to the bed and handed it to me.
“You won’t believe who it is,” he smirked.
“Who?” I asked, taking the phone and staring at the screen.
Eric.