Authors: Ivy Smoak
Alina
Bryce let go of the counter and took a step back from me. For
a second I thought he was going to kiss me. He had been looking at me the same
way he had in Brazil. Like all he ever wanted to do was stare into my eyes.
"Bryce." My voice came out as almost a croak.
He walked around the counter toward the door.
What the
hell? A second ago he was telling me how he wouldn't change a thing about me,
and now he was running away.
He did think I was disgusting. I freaked him
out for confessing my feelings too soon.
"Please don't go. I'm so sorry. You said you forgave me.
You can't leave. I don't want you to go. What are you doing?"
Instead of opening the door and walking out of my life, he
turned the lock.
The click of the bolt made me gulp.
He walked back over to me. There was a fire in his eyes that
hadn't been there before.
"I'm doing what I should have done in Brazil." He
grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him as
his lips met mine.
And there it was again. That spark that made my knees feel
weak and my heart beat fast. I grabbed the back of his head, deepening the
kiss. He missed me just as much as I missed him.
But we had made out in Brazil a lot. That couldn't be what he
was talking about.
As if answering my thoughts, he pushed the bottom of my tank
top up. His palms felt hot against my skin.
I pulled my face away from his and watched his Adam's apple
rise and fall.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked.
"Alina, I've never wanted something so badly in my
life." There wasn't a single doubt in his voice or in the way he was
looking at me.
I wasn't sure how I deserved him. But I was never going to
question his feelings again. He wanted me despite everything. And I had never
stopped wanting him. I grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my
head. His eyes fell to my breasts. I wasn't wearing a nice push up bra like I
had during my performance, but he was looking at me like I was his favorite
thing in the world.
He immediately grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled it
off, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. I vowed to memorize each contour
of his muscles. I vowed to memorize every inch of him.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me to the edge of the counter,
kissing me again. And this time there wasn't just want there, there was need.
He needed me just as much as I needed him.
He unhooked my bra in one fluid movement and looked down as
he slowly pulled it off my arms.
"You're so beautiful, Alina."
After days of thinking I was the most disgusting person on
the planet, his words were music to my ears.
He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck as his hand
slid up my thigh. Each inch his fingers moved up, the wetter I became. I had
been wanting him ever since I first saw him in the men's locker room. He
lightly kissed my collarbone.
A moan immediately escaped my lips.
I felt him smile against my skin as he kissed down the front
of my chest. He took my nipple in his mouth, gently biting down on it.
Fuck.
His fingers traced the bottom of my cutoff jean shorts,
teasing me. Another moan escaped my lips as his fingers slid slightly under the
fabric. He pressed the center of my chest, making me lean back on to my elbows.
He released my nipple and left a trail of kissed down my
stomach as he massaged my left breast with his hand.
"Bryce," I moaned. My whole body felt alive. Every
time his lips touched my skin, I got even more aroused.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say
my name like that." He easily unbuttoned my jean shorts and hooked his
fingers in the belt loops.
I immediately lifted my hips. He pulled off my shorts and
thong, letting them slowly fall down my legs. He kissed the inside of my knee
and made a torturous ascent of kisses up my thigh. His fingers trailed up the
inside of my other thigh.
I spread my thighs wide. I needed him right that second.
He stopped right where I needed him most. I could feel his
hot breath between my thighs.
"I'm trying to savor this moment," he said. His
voice was low and husky. "But if I don't taste you right now, I'm going to
lose my fucking mind."
Holy shit.
His warm tongue thrust deep inside of me.
"Bryce," I moaned. My hips rose to meet him. He
pushed down on my thighs to hold me in place and spread my legs even wider.
His tongue swirled around inside of me. It was like I was his
favorite dessert in the world and he couldn't get enough.
My head dipped back as he devoured me. That's what it felt
like. Like he was completely devouring me.
His nose brushed against my clit as he thrust his tongue even
deeper.
And I shattered. Completely. I wasn't sure I had ever
orgasmed so fast in my life.
I grabbed the back of his head to keep him in place. But
clearly he had no intention of stopping. His tongue continued to lap up my
juices, somehow transforming me from just orgasming to feeling like I could
again at any moment.
His lips moved to my clit and he sucked hard.
I moaned again. It was like it was his mission to make me
come more times than eight men had.
His hand traced up my thigh, making my whole body tingle. He
sucked on my clit again as his finger filled the void that his tongue had left.
"Fuck, you're still so tight."
Still? Oh God.
But my guilt evaporated as his lips
found my clit again. Another one of his fingers quickly joined in. He pumped
his hand in a rhythm that matched his tongue encircling my clit.
All I could think about was the building pressure in my
stomach.
He curved his fingers, hitting a spot that not even Python
had found.
"Bryce!"
God!
I closed my eyes as another
orgasm washed over me.
He gently kissed my clit and pulled his fingers out of me.
"I love when you say my name like that." He kissed the inside of my
thigh and looked up at me. "And I love the way you taste." He slid
his fingers that had been inside of me into his mouth.
Holy shit.
I wanted him to know how I was feeling. I
sat up and slid off the counter. He looked down at me as I slid my hands down
the contours of his abs. Watching his Adam's apple rise and fall was the
sexiest thing in the world. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his boxers down
with them. I tore my eyes away from his and looked down at his cock.
Bryce
A smile formed on Alina's face. "I should have known you
were the biggest one out there."
"I'm pretty sure Python had me beat by an inch or
two."
"That doesn't count. That was more like a baseball bat
than a penis. One time with that was quite enough." Alina dropped to her
knees and locked eyes with me as she licked the length of my cock. Then she
wrapped her soft lips around it and started bobbing up and down.
"Alina, you should..." I was going to tell her that
she should let me fuck her before I cum, but she interrupted me by pushing my
cock against the back of her throat. "Fuck," I moaned.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair. For a second it was tempting
to fuck her face, but there was something I wanted to do much more than that. I
pulled her head back.
"You better stop before you make me cum in your
mouth," I said.
She smiled. "I don't mind." She took me into her
mouth again.
"But I'm going to lose my mind if I don't fuck you right
now."
"Even better," she said.
I reached into my pants on the ground and pulled out a
condom, but Alina grabbed it and threw it across the bakery.
"No condom," she said. "I'm on birth control.
And I got tested for STDs after..."
"I know. Tim had screened them to make sure they were
STD free."
"I want you to cum inside of me. It'll be my first time.
For that."
"Mine too."
Wow.
I had never had sex without
a condom, much less cum inside a girl. "I guess I better make it memorable
then." I grabbed Alina's hand and helped her to her feet. I took a second
to admire the full beauty of her body. Her long blonde hair, her big brown
eyes, her tiny little waist, her big soft tits, and best of all, her perfect
volleyball ass. If I could create the perfect woman, it would be her.
"God, you're beautiful," I said.
Alina
I started to blush. Bryce was looking at my body so intently.
And he thought I was perfect.
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him while my hand gravitated
to his cock. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, wrapping my thighs around his
waist.
I laced my fingers behind his neck as he turned around and
pressed my back against the cold steel of the refrigerator.
It felt like I had been waiting all my life for this moment.
"Alina, I was made for loving you."
I moaned as he slowly slid his length inside of me. He
silenced my moan with a kiss. Soft and gentle like his strokes.
He wasn't fucking me. He was making love to me. No one had
ever done this to me either. No one had ever loved me before. The realization
made my whole body feel warm. Or maybe it was just the feeling of another
impending orgasm.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist as he slowly
thrust in and out of me. And I respected the fact that he was a disciplined
athlete. Because this wasn't a sprint. This was a fucking marathon.
He pushed my thighs farther apart, thrusting deep inside of
me.
"Bryce," I moaned. I ran my hands down the muscles
on his back, savoring every second of this moment, as the intensity started to
build. All I could focus on was the friction inside of me and how complete I
felt in that moment.
He pulled my hands off of him and intertwined his fingers in
mine, pressing the backs of my hands against the cold steel of the
refrigerator.
I wasn't sure how much more I could take. His lips moved to
the side of my neck as his hips began to move faster. I could feel my ass
banging against the fridge as I grew closer and closer to the tipping point.
"Come for me, Alina," he whispered in my ear and
lightly bit my earlobe.
And just like that, I lost control. "Bryce!" It was
the most mind-blowing one yet. I felt my toes curl. "Oh God, Bryce!"
It was everything I had ever imagined. He was absolutely right. He was made for
loving me. And I was made for loving him.
He pressed my hands more firmly against the refrigerator.
"Alina," he groaned.
I felt his hot cum shoot up inside of me, filling me
completely. I had never felt so full in my life. It was like every happy
emotion crashed down on me. Love, joy, bliss. I never wanted to let go of this
feeling.
He must have felt the same because he groaned and my back
slowly slid down the refrigerator as he kneeled down, still buried deep inside
of me.
"Bryce, that was..." my voice trailed off.
"Incredible." He pressed his forehead against mine.
We were both quiet, listening to each other catch our breath, savoring the
feeling.
"I was just hoping that I could make you forget all
about how much you love big black cock."
"Oh God." I put my arm in front of my eyes.
"Too soon?" He laughed and pulled my arm away from
my face.
"Bryce, the only thing I love is you." I
immediately blushed. It was the first time that I had said it to him face to
face.
He smiled and grabbed both sides of my face in his hands.
"I know it's fast and crazy, but I'm never, ever going to delay anything
with you ever again. I love you too, Alina."
He slowly pulled out of me, but I didn't feel empty.
Bryce
loves me. Bryce Walker is in love with me!
"I love you so much." I could feel the tears coming
to my eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He pulled my face against his
chest.
"I thought I had lost you. I never felt so alone in my
life." I breathed in his cologne. I was wrong before. The bakery wasn't my
favorite scent in the world, Bryce was.
"Alina, you'll never be alone again." His fingers
combed through my hair. "I'll never let you go."
I pulled back and shook my head. "I can't ask you to
deal with all of this. I don't know when everything is going to settle down.
I'm such an embarrassment."
He laughed. "Do you know how much every guy in the world
wishes you were his?"
"I don't think that's true."
"It is true. And I'm the lucky one." He grabbed my
waist and pulled me in close. "Because you're all mine."
All his?
I smiled. "I love the sound of
that."
"I hope so, because I'm never sharing you again.
Whatever backlash you're going through, we can go through it together. You're
not alone, Alina."
"Except for when you go back to Pasadena."
He stood up and pulled me to my feet. "I want to show
you something." He grabbed his pants off the ground and pulled them on.
"What are you showing me?"
"The apartment I'm renting down the street from
here."
"You got a place here?"
He's moving here for me?
I started to get dressed.
"I told you I wasn't going to move slow anymore. I meant
it. I don't want to live across the country from you. And I'm not planning on
going anywhere without you ever again." He smiled as he grabbed a brigadeiro
off the pan and popped it into his mouth.
"What do you think?"
He finished chewing. "I knew there was a reason I fell
for you so quickly. These are amazing."
I laughed. I grabbed a container from under the counter and
put the rest of the brigadeiros in it. I placed the last one in and closed the
lid. These were officially the last thing I'd ever make here. I could feel the
tears biting my eyes.
"It's going to be alright." Bryce said and slipped
his hand into mine.
I looked up at him. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that it
wouldn't be. Now that I had him? We could figure it out together. My hand in
his made me feel safe and whole. He was all I needed. I could live without the
bakery. "I know."
His fingers tightened around mine and he led me toward the door.
I turned around to get one last look at the bakery I had
grown up in. Before whatever horrible owner swooped in tomorrow and changed
everything.
"I know what you need," Bryce said.
I looked up at him.
"Cheer up sex."
I laughed. "I don't think that's a thing. I've heard of
makeup sex, but not cheer up sex."
"Trust me, it's a thing."
"But we just..."
"Oh, that's not a problem. I hope you're ready for a fun
night." He grabbed my waist and lifted me over his shoulder.
"Bryce!" I laughed as the door to the bakery closed
behind us with a thud.