Page 39 of Unrivaled Love (D.C. Renegades #2)

Bryson

"I fucking hate quitters."

My hand trails up and down Jo’s back as she rests on my chest. Having her in my arms is sweeter than any victory I’ve won before.

There are words I want to say but I'm speechless. I feel fucking weightless and my head is spinning. But I am also swimming in a sense of calm I can only attribute to Jo.

A warm droplet hits my chest and I tuck my chin to see a tear slip out of Jo's eye.

"Josie, what's the matter?" I ask. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no. Not at all." She sniffles a laugh. "I, just, already miss you."

I use my knuckle to lift her chin up so I can see her entire beautiful face. I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose before dipping and taking her luscious lips in a deep kiss.

Kissing her, fucking her, simply sitting with her is the best I’ve ever experienced.

In a cruel turn of fate, we have to separate again.

I wish there was a way to bend space and time so we could keep our careers with the franchises that have invested in us and also spend each day and night together.

"I already miss you, too," I whisper when we come up for air. The longing in her eyes nearly crushes me. This is the most uncertain, the most vulnerable, I’ve seen Jo in her life. She’s driven and dedicated and doesn’t quit at the first sign of challenge.

I’m the same. That’s our superpower. " But it'll be okay.

We're going to kick ass at long distance because neither of us are able to quit. "

"I fucking hate quitters." She says with venom and I love it.

I love her.

And I think she knows it. But I don't know if saying it now will help her accept the pain of me leaving or hurt her further. I don't know how I would handle hearing it. A part of me would light up. Another would crumble.

What I’ve come to realize is how open and honest we’ll need to be with each other.

We cannot afford to leave words unspoken.

We won’t have the chance to read the expression on each other’s faces, to connect physically, or even console each other with a hug or a gentle hand hold when things get tough.

And I know they will.

But the fact remains; I love her.

"This is the best feeling Josie. You in my arms. Together in bed. And this week of HAB organized domestic bliss was amazing. I know the clock is ticking. I know we can’t avoid it.

” I sigh and mouth the words against her temple before inhaling her scent deeply into my lungs.

“Do you want to hear me say it?" I ask quietly, confident she'll know what's on my mind.

She rests her head back on my chest and breaks the eye contact we were holding. "I don't know." She pauses and my heart threatens to stop beating. This might be the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt too. "Do you?"

I smile, she’s still with me. With a quick shoulder shrug I lean into the moment and share my true feelings. "I've dreamed of you saying those words to me for a long time. But maybe we should wait. Leaving is going to be hard enough."

"I know." She traces her finger along my pecs and it sends shivers down my spine. "I think we both know we're there and we're in this."

"So?"

"So I think hearing it, saying it, is going to make tomorrow hurt more. "

"We'll wait then."

"Yeah."

"Delayed gratification again, Josie. I’m sensing a theme here."

"Have you ever done it?" She asks, still tracing my skin with her finger tip. She's looping lower with each pass and my cock twitches against my leg.

"Nah, I think you need to be with someone long term, have trust built up before you can do something like that."

"Well, I trust you." She says as her nails skate down my thigh. "Do you trust me?"

"Fuck yes. Always." I grit out between my teeth as her fingertips slide up the inside of my thigh. She's so close to my testicles I think they're waving and trying to get her attention.

Jo lifts up onto her knees and turns around. The view of her head in my lap is a fucking work of art. I map this entire scene so I can use it when she's across the country from me.

"Are you ready for more Bryson, or do you need a break?"

"Can you warm me up? Work me gently until I'm so fucking hard for you it hurts?"

Jo takes her hand and slides it between her legs, gathering my spent and her fresh arousal in her palm. Then she rests her head on my stomach and gently picks up my half hard cock.

Her hand moves slowly up and down my growing length and the sensation of my skin shifting on my shaft with her grip is unreal. It's so different from when it's my own hand.

I start to brush my fingers through her hair and she lets out a contented sigh.

This unhurried version of being together might be my favorite one yet.

I slide my hand down her body and cup her ass. My fingers inch around her hip and down to massage her clit but she clamps her thighs together .

"No, I want to focus on you." She says and I slowly pull my hand back out.

"I'm all yours Josie, do what you want with me."

She leans forward and pulls my tip into her mouth. I suck in a breath at the sensation and exhale through my teeth when she swirls her tongue around me.

Her grip at my root tightens and I have to fist the sheets to prevent me from thrusting up into her throat.

"Fuck Jo, that feels so good."

"Mhmm," She hums and she lifts enough to straddle my chest. She turns to me and her hair brushes along my cock and I almost yell out at the pleasure of the light sensation. "No touching Bryson."

I watch her core muscles clench and I know she's as fucking turned on as I am. But I am going to do exactly as I'm told. She takes my cock to the back of her throat and when all I do is ball the sheets hard she releases me, turns and says, "good boy."

A throb runs up my length at her words and I grow steadily harder as she continues to tease my cock with her gloriously sinful mouth.

Each pass has me teetering on exploding and my deep breathing doesn't seem to be keeping my orgasm at bay.

I start thinking about the weight lifting schedule I need to get on when I get home. How I've probably lost some of my progress already this summer but it won't be impossible to get back. I'll start with 10 reps at my mid weight amount, then 12 at the low end, and then something at the top.

My mind cuts to Jo rolling my balls between her fingers like fucking dice.

“Shit, Killer, fuck that feels so good.”

My spine tingles and I go back to my training plans.

I think I’ll do some squat lifts and do whatever reps I thought about earlier .

And I'll do the weight pull thing where I sprint as fast as I can with a stack of plates trailing behind me.

I need to rebuild my explosive power.

And with one little phrase, I’m right back to how fucking close I am to unloading down Jo’s throat.

"Shit Jo, I'm gonna come." I mumble and she dips my cock into her mouth again. I want to eat the pussy that's taunting me so we can come together. I’m curling up and catching the scent of her, so close, when she slides off my cock and moves off of me.

"Oh, he looks angry." She says with a kiss to the tip and my dick twitches at her like it's about to headbutt her.

"How long are you going to make me wait Jo, I'm doing training schedules in my head so I don't fucking come yet."

"How long do you want to wait?"

"I don't. I can’t wait, baby. It's going to be fucking torture not being with you everyday. Please Josie, please make me feel good again."

"You're actually begging." She says with wide eyes and an evil grin.

But instead of making me wait she crawls between my legs and I get a front row seat to her sucking my cock. Her head bobs and her eyes stay trained on my face. Her heart shaped ass pops up behind her as her back arches to suck me off and this is another view I want imprinted into my brain.

I struggle to keep my eyes open as my release drags from my spine to my balls and out down her throat.

"Fuck Jo, fuck." I grumble as she sucks me clean. My chest heaves with breaths and I’m sweating so much we will need to change the sheets.

"You okay? Did I hurt you?" She asks as she kisses up my thigh and abdomen.

"You fucking annihilated me, Killer." I tell her as I throw my head back on the pillow. Her feline grin tells me she’s proud of her work. And she should be. I will gladly volunteer as tribute to her tortuous bedroom desires.

Jo slides up to rest her head on the pillow next to me. My muscles are limp and I feel weightless. She can’t keep her hands to herself and she slides one up my arm but when she reaches the point where her tits are pressed up against me she pulls her hand.

I watch as she rolls to her back and kneads her breasts before tugging on the dusky nipples that are begging for my mouth.

Energy renewed, I lift and hover over her.

“Anyone ever made you come just from playing with these?” I ask as I nuzzle them with my nose.

“What? No. That’s impossible.” She says, but I see the curiosity in her eyes.

“I’m up for the challenge.” I grin at her. “Now, hands up behind your head, Killer. And no touching.”