The words have me fluttering against him and he picks up speed at the sensation. Gripping my thighs with his big hands, Bryce increases the intensity of his thrusts until the bedframe makes a lewd squeak with every up thrust. Our skin slaps together, my moans and his grunts, and the rattle of cold air so overwhelming I can hardly stand it.
“Do you like this?” Bryce asks and coupled with the ferocity of his movements it sounds darker than a mere question.
“Yes!”
“You like me touching you, hmm?” His hand grips my bouncing breast. “Stretching you?”
His thumb rubs across my overstimulated nipple and I shut my eyes against the pleasure, my neck straining backwards as I arch into him. Rising onto his knees, without breaking the connection between us, Bryce grips my hip with one hand and strums his touch across my clit again.
I’m incoherent by this point. Everything heightened. Sensation and need building toward something explosive and I know I’m close. But I don’t want him to stop. I can’t handle it if he stops again.
“You like me marking your skin with my mouth?” Bryce punctuates it with a gentle touch against my neck, the back of his fingers tracing over the love bites he’s given me. “Like knowing that whenever someone looks at them, they’ll know I made you mine?”
I don’t know what it is. This kind of intensity feels simultaneously surprising and also makes so much sense. Bryce holds back in almost every aspect of his life. He’s deferred to others for so long. It makes sense that now, with his walls down, the depth of what he wants is finally clear. If I am finally me with him, then perhaps it’s the same for him. Perhaps he feels safe enough to expose what he’s unable to ask for under normal circumstances—too scared to take.
“Is that what you want? For me to be yours?” I manage, panting between the words.
“Fuck yes. All of you. Mine.”
And just like that I shatter. Pleasure rolls over me in waves and Bryce folds himself against me again, covering my body with his. He swallows my scream against his lips and his thrusts grow erratic.
“Please,” I beg against his lips.
“Please what?” It’s harsh, undercut by the desperation of his breathing.
“Please come for me.”
His hands tighten on my sides, so strong I wonder if their impression will bruise my skin. “Where do you want it?”
It doesn’t matter much to me. We’ll have to shower or something after this anyway, given we’ve worked up a sweat again, but I have an inkling of what he’d prefer. Taking the risk, trusting my gut, I dig my fingernails into the skin on his back. Half circles to mark him the way he’s done me.
“Inside.”
My guess pays off because he whimpers, “Yes, fuck, yes,” against my skin and within a few thrusts he’s buried himself all the way. His body tenses as his own pleasure crests and drags him over. And he fills me.
Careful not to drop on top of me, Bryce wraps his arms around my back and turns us over so that I’m laying on top of him, straddling his still-hard cock. The stretch combined with gravity has me moaning again. And when some of him escapes, his release and mine, against my thigh I can’t help but shudder.
His hands are gentle on my back now, tracing lazy patterns against my skin as our hearts slow. Depleted.
“That was—” I rasp, my voice a little raw from screaming my release into his kiss.
“—phenomenal.” Bryce finishes my thought and I can’t help but agree. I’ve had great sex before but this, this was something else.
I’ve never let myself be “taken,” always stuck in my head and the need for control. Relinquishing that to Bryce, letting myself be and feel without overthinking it—I don’t know that I’ve had anything better.
His stomach growls below mine and we both laugh, more of him slipping out as I do so and some primal part of me relishes it.
“I’d ask ‘what now’ but I think your stomach answered for me,” I say.
“Sorry. Guess I worked up quite an appetite.” His joke has me grinning like a fool and I love this. Humor and ease. Sober and before dark. Being with Bryce like this is so unlike me and I can’t help but wonder if I could have this—all of this.
Days at the escape room, nights in bed, laughs in between.
With that slightly alarming thought, I extricate myself, reluctant but resolved.
“Let’s clean up and order something.” I’m at the door already, looking over my shoulder at him and it’s a stunning sight.
His bulk, his height, taking up most of my bed where he’s splayed. His hair is an absolute mess from my hands, his eyes hooded and a lazy smile on his face. He’s never looked hotter to me.
