Page 38 of Crave
Chapter Eleven
Bryn Christmas
Jamison and I kissed deeply at each stoplight. We made out against the car before heading into the resort, kissed feverishly in the elevator, and stopped to maul each other in the hallway. It was so odd. I couldn’t get enough of him, and vice versa, apparently. Once we made it to my suite, we went directly to the bedroom and took off our clothes. Eyeing him seductively, I fell onto the bed. Jamison clutched my knees, spread my thighs, and was inside me yet again.
“Bryn,” he said after thrusting his cock deeper in me and holding it there.
“Yes,” I replied in a shaky voice.
“Has a man ever made you come?”
My eyes widened. The question made me feel embarrassed, and I knew why.
“When you went down on me, I had some pretty profound orgasms.” I smiled shyly because I knew that wasn’t what he meant.
“Not that way, babe.”
I struggled to maintain eye contact with him. “Then in what way?”
“Inside you?”
I shook my head. “That’s never happened. Even though I was once known as the bad-girl heiress, my sexual experience with guys who knew what the hell they were doing was meager.”
Jamison snorted cockily. “Well, I think I have your pussy figured out.”
“My pussy figured out?”
He smirked sexily as he resumed shifting his manhood in and out of my sensitive pussy. “Lift your hips toward my cock,” he whispered as if he was already experiencing whatever men felt down there that made them appear as if sex was the most pleasurable activity in the world.
Eyes closed, focusing on the moment, I did as I was told.Holy crap.I could feel it beginning. My eyes expanded.
“You feel that?” he whispered.
I swallowed and nodded wildly.
“Follow that sensation, baby. Don’t let go of it. It’s yours.”
My hips tilted up. His cock did more than go in and out of me—it slipped against my pussy walls and pushed against my insides, making me…
There it is…
My mouth seemed to open on its own, and my voice trembled as I cried, “Ha!”
“Bryn? Is that you?” Alana called.
I gasped as I slapped my hand over my mouth, and the powerful sensation that made me want to pass out cooled.
“Who’s that?” Jamison whispered.
Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew she was watching us. Alana had a prime view of Jamison’s ass between my thighs.
After a few beats, Alana said, “Sorry, sorry… hand over my eyes, closing the door. Sorry. The front door was open.”
“That’s my assistant,” I whispered.
Jamison quietly chuckled as we remained completely still. I’d never been so embarrassed.
“Oh, and I’m glad you guys made it safely,” I shouted, trying to sound as if I wasn’t in the throes of passion. As soon as I said that, I realized I should have just stayed quiet.
