Page 24 of Her Wicked Husband (The Huxleys #2)

Bryce

Shut up and fuck me.

I cock an eyebrow and stare into her luminous eyes.

If she’d demanded that even half an hour ago, I might’ve just gone ahead and done it.

I probably wouldn’t have been able to control myself enough to tease her.

But two orgasms and a bit of time have shaved off some of the drug’s maddening urgency.

The need for her boils in my veins, but not to the point that I’ll do everything she wants, thank God.

And making demands when she won’t even let me kiss her properly?

I hate it that she’s denying me that comfort, something that goes beyond just sex.

For an instant, I thought that she might press her lips over mine in sweet solace as worry pinched her expressive face when she looked around the messy room. And my heart skipped a beat.

But I should’ve known—she never loved me. Even when our relationship was at its peak, it was one-sided. For whatever reason, the people I love and trust the most always hurt me while claiming to love me. If I’d learned that lesson when I was eight, I wouldn’t have let myself be so helpless again.

I lick Fiona’s palm, feeling and tracing the lines with the tip of my tongue. Her eyes widen, and she lets out a shocked sigh. Amazing that she forgot her hands could be so sensitive. I found out the second time we slept together.

I move my fingers inside her, winding her up just enough that it’s torturous, but not so much that she can climax. She wants to use me like a human dildo to give her a few orgasms, but I’m not her boy toy. She’ll never play me again, physically or emotionally.

Her breathing grows more erratic. She rocks against my hand, and I slow the pace a bit, denying her the peak she’s chasing.

“Tell me who you think of when you touch yourself.”

She shakes her head again.

“I’m getting awfully tired of your defiance, Fiona. You won’t let me kiss you, and you won’t be honest with me. What the hell am I getting in this bargain?”

“My body. You’re getting my body,” she says, her jaw clenched.

“Seems like a bad deal.” I brush the tip of my middle finger over her G-spot.

She arches her back, but the knot of tension inside her doesn’t break.

I know her body. As responsive as she is, she struggles to go over the edge without some hard and relentless pushing.

The first orgasm is always elusive for her, although the subsequent ones are easier.

“Bryce,” she moans softly, then bites her lip to contain the rest of her plea.

“My questions weren’t that difficult.” I rip the scrap of lace that passes for underwear and inhale and exhale softly over her folds. She smells like soap and woman and lust, making my mouth water.

She writhes, fisting the sheets. I take her hand and wrap it around my cock. As I thrust into the soft sheath, I feel like the top of my skull is about to blow off.

This is what I should focus on —the raw, physical lust. Once I sate myself, I can forget her and walk away. Shed her and our past like a snakeskin.

Her pussy clenches and unclenches around my fingers. Nice, but it’ll be better around my dick. My eyes land on a box of condoms on the nightstand, and my control starts to go.

I grab one, then sheathe myself. She licks her lips, her eyes full of expectation.

Gripping her wrists, I use my knees and spread her thighs as wide as possible.

Her throat works as she looks up at me. The green- gold of her eyes is so dark, I feel like I could dive into their depths and never come back up.

I dip my cock into her opening. A groan wells in my throat. Holy shit, she’s so slick and hot. My blood boils. I half expect to see steam coming out of my pores.

I keep my thrusts shallow and steady, building a rhythm and slowly stretching her. She moans with bliss. She used to love being stuffed, but this isn’t going to be enough.

Suddenly, I ram into her hard. The pleasure burns under my skin, tightens my balls as my flesh slaps against hers. Her pussy clamps down on me, but I change my angle to avoid hitting all the good spots inside her.

“Noooo,” she sobs. “Don’t… Please.”

“Sweetheart, you know what I want. Put that mouth to good use. Kiss me or answer my questions.” Although Fiona can be surprisingly bold, she can also be shy, especially when I ask her to verbalize her needs. It was always one of her most endearing contradictions, and I’m going to use it now.

Before the night’s over, she’s going to kiss me like she used to. I know it’ll be fake—only done for an orgasm, not because she has any feelings for me—but for some inexplicable reason it seems significant. Maybe I just need to feel like I’m more than a nice, hard cock.

I push into her again and again, deep and hard, continuing to edge her.

God, she feels amazing. I could do this all night.

Whatever drug was in the whiskey makes it impossible for me to lose my erection for more than a moment.

And with Fiona sweet and soft in my arms, I don’t think I’ll ever go limp.

The selfish part of me says I should come, while denying her, since I’ll be erect again soon. But I don’t want to. We should both be in sexual purgatory, teetering on the brink.

“Bryce… You asshole,” she says between gritted teeth.

“Not the right word, sweetheart.” I rest my head in the crook of her neck and bite the skin there. “You know what you need to do.” I pull her earlobe into my mouth and nip. “Kiss me and you can come.”

“No.”

“I can do this all night, probably into tomorrow, too. ”

She lets out a panicked breath. “What did you do?”

“Got fed some kind of drug. But it’s pretty good, eh?” I chuckle dryly at the ridiculous non-joke. It’s so ironic how two women I loved the most backstabbed me the hardest, when I least expected.

“Not funny. Damn it, Bryce…” She rolls her hips.

I let her. She’s positioned herself so I’m grazing against her clit, but it won’t be enough. It’ll only make her more desperate.

She squeezes her eyes shut, panting. I flick my thumb over her nipple with each thrust. She arches her back, moving wantonly against me for more. She’s gorgeous when she’s chasing her pleasure.

Her eyebrows pinch as her mouth firms. She’s made a decision. My mouth curves into a victorious smile, and I wait for her to lift her head and kiss me like she means it—like she still cares, even if only a little.

“I can get wet when I think of your naked body and how you look when you’re hard. It’s dangerous but exciting,” she says, her voice low and husky.

I freeze for a moment. A bitter mixture of disappointment and self-mockery pulses in my heart. Should’ve known. She wouldn’t say anything so overt before. But now, the words fall from her lips like broken expectations.

She grows quiet. Only when I resume thrusting, she continues, breathless.

“I think about the things you did in order to make me come. Sometimes it’s your mouth on my clit, sometimes it’s your fingers stroking and pumping me, but most often I think of you inside me.”

I curse. I haven’t tasted her in so long.

“You’re so big, it’s almost uncomfortable, but you feel amazing, too. I don’t know why, but when you set your mind to it and start to ram into me, it drives me insane. Sometimes I feel like I could get an orgasm out of each thrust.” Her face flames.

Our eyes meet. Tears glint in the corners of her eyes, but then she blinks and they’re gone. Why is she sad when I’m the one who’s been screwed?

I feel like a fool for trying to… What? Make her act like she cares?

My control evaporates. I sit up, bringing her along with me.

My ass on my heels, I impale her. She loops her arms around my neck, her body vibrating with unfulfilled need.

I drive into her hard. Her breasts bob, nipples scraping against my chest. She groans, then clenches her teeth to contain the sound.

“Let me hear you, Fiona.”

She shakes her head.

“I’ll stop.”

She clutches me. “Don’t.”

I push into her over and over. Gravity helps deepen the invasion. She throws her head back, gasps and moans pouring out of her slightly parted mouth.

Her plump, rosy lips beckon, but I ignore the temptation. She told me she didn’t consent to kissing, and I’ll be damned if she’ll ever be able to claim that I forced myself on her.

I push her back on the bed, grip her hips and continue the relentless drive. Her moans grow louder and sharper. The tension in her muscles reaches its peak, and I increase my tempo.

She screams, twisting and arching. “Oh my God! Bryce! ” Her arms wrap around me. She’s honest in her climax, clinging like I’m the only one keeping her safe as her senses spin out of control.

Her limbs start to relax, but I’m far from finished. I want to punish her for denying me, and I want to punish myself for begging for it like an idiot.

I drive into her, harder and faster. Now that she’s come once, it’s easy for her to climax again and again. She comes, spasming around me, digging her nails into my back.

I don’t stop. She looks at me, eyes wide. “Bryce,” she manages between sharp, uneven breaths. “You… You aren’t—”

“My stamina’s gotten better over the years,” I say, my forehead on hers. “You’ve been missing out.”

A few more hard thrusts and she comes again. She shakes. “Oh my God !”

I cradle her flushed face. Her eyes are glazed with an overload of pleasure, and every inch of her gorgeous body trembles with another impending climax.

The pressure inside me expands until my vision almost dims. I pull out, rip off the condom and jerk off, giving my dick two good pumps with a guttural groan. The white stream jets all over her belly and breasts. The sight of her covered with my cum is even better than I imagined.

Mine. All mine.

I rub the fluid over her, glide my slick palm over her pointed nipples. Tight pinches earn me blissful gasps.

“Fuck, this is hot,” I say, unable to tear my eyes from the view.

She nods, then breathes out shakily, relaxing. Probably thinking, Thank God it’s over .

Except if she’d bother to look down, she’d see that my cock is still erect.

I grab another condom. The foil rips and her eyes fly open. “What—?”

“As you can see, I’m not finished.”

She glances down and her jaw drops.

I laugh softly. “Told you my stamina’s gotten better.”

“You can’t be serious.”

I flip her over on the soft mattress. My cock nestles between her taut ass cheeks, and her breathing hitches with excitement. “Serious?” I lay a kiss on her nape, pulling a soft gasp from her. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”