Page 149 of Bridesmaid By Chance
He’s silent for a moment, staring past my shoulder and sipping his coffee. After a few seconds, he asks, “Want to get lost today?”
“What do you mean?”
His eyes meet mine. “Let’s get lost, forget about everything, and just…not think. Just see the sights. Explore.”
“Don’t we have dance lessons today?”
“I’ll move them to tomorrow.” He smooths his hand down my neck, over my bruise. “Get lost with me. Help me forget for just one day.”
I swallow a sip of my coffee and realize that this could be the death of me, this minor request. Because I’m already bordering on feeling more for this man, but having him need me in this moment, having him lean on me, I know it will take its toll. Because I like to be needed.
I like to be needed by him.
I like the value I offer to him, especially since I’ve felt so lost, so unsure of myself. Seeing that I can have this kind of effect on someone, it brings me joy.
I know I will act like I’m not affected, even though deep down, being the person that helps him forget will only elevate this bubbling feeling inside me. It will elevate the attachment I already have. And that can be very dangerous because I said I wasn’t going to grow attached.
But look at his face. Those pleading, tormented eyes. I can see the toll his father has taken on him. I can sense that he’s teetering on breaking down, and I know that feeling all too well. I don’t want him to feel that way, so even though I know this will possibly be my undoing, I know there is only one answer.
“I would love to.”
Hand in hand, we make our way back into the lobby after a long walk through The Green Park and up the elevator to our room.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and get changed. I can be ready in about ten if you don’t mind me going without makeup.”
“You’re beautiful either way,” he says as the elevator doors part on our floor.
“Thank you,” I say as he opens the door to our hotel suite. I let go of his hand and head to the bathroom. On the way, I strip out of my shirt and drop it to the floor before looking over my shoulder to watch him where he stands at the door, observing me. I reach behind me and undo my bra and drop that to the floor before pushing my leggings all the way to the floor as well and toeing them away, leaving me naked.
His eyes never leave me.
His gaze so intense.
Wanting that connection with him, the one that I felt last night so this void that I feel in the pit of my stomach is no longer there, I strut up to him and slip my hand under his shirt when I reach him.
His fingers travel over my neck, along my collarbone, and over my breasts where he marked them last night. I push his shirt up even farther until he allows me to take it off fully.
God, he’s so hot.
How he has time to keep up with his physique, I have no idea, but I can’t get enough of it. I bring my mouth to his chest and start kissing his pecs, dragging my tongue over his nipples, then I lower down to his abs, licking every single crevice until I’m eye level with his growing erection.
Smiling, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his joggers and pull them down, releasing his cock.
It’s heavy in my palm as I start stroking it and watch it grow more and more with every stroke until he’s fully hard, stretching toward my mouth, ready for me.
I love sucking cock so much.
I love the control it gives me.
I love seeing a man fall apart because of my mouth.
It gives me intense pleasure.
I gently nudge him backward until he’s leaning against the wall and then help him out of his shoes, socks, and pants. When he’s completely naked, I spread his legs farther and cup him. While I occasionally lick the tip of his dick, I massage his balls in my hand, prepping him, getting him worked up to the point that he’s ready to burst.
“Fuck,” he grumbles as he rests his head against the wall. “So fucking good.”
Pleased, I continue to play with his balls while I bring my mouth to the root of his shaft and work my lips over it, kissing, sucking, licking, but staying in one centralized place. I know this drives him crazy from the way he tightens his hands into fists. Normally, the sensation of pumping up and down is what they want, but staying centralized, in one place—its stimulating and also drives them nuts wanting more.
