Page 5 of On Thin Ice

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried out.

His thrusts were slow and long, but he picked up speed with each one. I threw my head back against the tiles, rocking in his arms and trying to mimic his movements. Water fell right on my face, intensifying everything.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “So perfect. So mine.”

A shiver ran down my back as I looked at him. His gaze was smoldering with desire, the mix of lust and possessiveness pushing all my buttons. I had dreamed so much about how it might feel to have a cock inside my pussy, but Bryce definitely surpassed all my expectations.

It was wonderful!

He maneuvered my body, changing the angle. A wave of pleasure stormed within me as he teased my G-spot, and I dug my nails into his back, making him hiss.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! There!” I cried out.

I should probably think about whether anyone might hear us, but at that point, I no longer even cared. This was sinfully perfect, and I wanted nothing more than for this moment to never end.

Wrapping myself tighter around him, I kissed him with abandon. His thrusts turned rougher, each one more forceful than the last, skyrocketing me toward the edge.

“I’m going to claim this pussy, Livia. I’m going to fill you up and make you mine.”

I knew it was the heat of the moment doing the talking, but the possessiveness with which he spoke and his words resonated deep within me. I cried out, “Yes!” while spiraling closer and closer to my release.

When my orgasm swept me away, wreaking havoc inside my body, my mind shut off. Bryce muffled my desperate screams of joy with another kiss, and I deepened it while spasming and trembling in his arms with each wave of blazing pleasure.

I clamped hard on his cock, and a few thrusts later, a wave of sticky hotness flooded my pussy. I blessed the moment I’d started taking birth control pills so that I could thoroughly enjoy being claimed in such a filthy way by him.

Once we were both back from the realm of rapture, he slowly pulled out, but continued to keep me in his arms. I purred ashe planted a soft kiss on my forehead, sending shivers down my back.

“God, this has been unbelievable,” I whispered, melting into him. “You’ve been amazing.”

He gave me that wide, confident smirk of his that always made my heart beat faster. Bryce brushed his lips to mine before murmuring, “You’ve been the amazing one, little slut,” his words summoning a fresh surge of joy inside me.

I pressed my lips to his, kissing him slowly, moaning as he deepened it.

Chapter 3

I glanced at Bryce again, feeling my heart sink even more. We were on the plane, but since we’d met a few hours ago at the airport, he had been acting strange. Not rude or anything, but ... distant.

Does he regret what happened between us? Is he actually disappointed? I thought he felt good with me, but...

I played with the hem of my dress, unsure of what I should do. The change had been so sudden that it completely took me aback. Yesterday, after months of pent-up lust, I had finally had him balls-deep inside me, and today, he was acting colder than ever.

I looked at him again and found him glancing at me. Bryce quickly shifted his gaze away, making my heart drop once again.

“Have I done anything wrong?” I whispered.

Bryce turned his head toward me so fast that I was impressed he didn’t break his neck. His eyes widened in shock, and I caught a surge of guilt coursing through them.

“No, God, no,” he whispered back. “You did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

So he regretted what had happened between us. The realization felt like a punch in the stomach. I looked down, fidgeting with my bracelet.

“So, you didn’t feel good with me?”

I wanted to tell him that I could learn, that it had been my first time, so I kind of had no idea how to please him, but that would probably only push him away even more.

“No, fuck, how could you even think that?”

Bryce sighed and checked around. Assured that no one was watching us, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I quickly obeyed, closing my eyes as the heat of his body enveloped me. It felt good, even if I knew he was probably trying to find the kindest way possible to tell me I sucked at sex.

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