“I think I’ll have to warm you up to that,” he said.
The sound of his pants swishing to the floor was all the warning she was given before his dick buried deep inside her pussy. She gasped as he filled her. The force of the movement shoved her forward across the divan, and her already hypersensitive body responded.
Is this his idea of warming me up? She had already come once.
He continued to thrust into her, and she balanced precariously on all fours. Her mind went fuzzy, and in that moment, all she could feel was Jude. She was getting closer, and still Jude didn’t stop. He reached around her body and started stroking her clit. She bucked against him, but he kept up the movement.
It was almost too much at once. Jude pounded into her. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and into her face. Everything was spinning. She could barely breathe as she tried to keep up with his thrusts. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.
As if he knew that she was teetering on the edge, Jude slowed his movements, completely filling her to the hilt one more time, and then removed his dick. Bryna immediately felt a loss in his absence. She had been so close. She squirmed back and forth, hoping to draw him back in, but he just playfully smacked her ass.
“Stay still, or your ass will be pink by the time I’m done with you.”
Bryna swallowed, and her body hummed at his words. Holy shit, that was hot!
She glanced backward and saw Jude walking across the room. He pushed open a small sliding door that she hadn’t even noticed in the dim lighting. He picked something off of a shelf and then turned back toward her. She quickly righted herself. She couldn’t believe this was going to happen…that she was going to do this. But she wanted to take whatever he would give her.
A loud thwack sounded in the room as Jude smacked her ass ten times harder than the first time. She yelped out loud.
“That’s for peeking.”
His hand landed on the other cheek just as hard. She cried out again.
“And that’s just because I like how wet your pussy gets when I spank you.”
His left hand touched her back and then gently rubbed her ass. Then, his finger, slick with lube, slowly eased into her ass. “Relax,” he murmured soothingly.
She released all the tension in her body, and he slid in further. She swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. Clenching or freaking out would only make this harder. He worked his fingers in and out until she was ready for him, and then he replaced them with the tip of his dick.
He entered her slowly. Her body protested, but he just muttered soft words of encouragement, “It’s okay. You’re going to like it.”
She breathed in and out and then nodded her head, giving him permission to keep going.
He slipped the head in, and her body seemed to accept what was happening. She felt so full but in a completely different way. Pain mixed with pleasure as he retreated and then started up a gentle motion back inside her.
She could tell that Jude was holding back as he eased her into the play. She could practically feel him quivering with desire. He had worked her into such a frenzy as he fucked her, and now, he was claiming her like no one else ever had.
Just that thought alone sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head. This wasn’t so bad. It was actually…really good. She liked the way it made her pussy ache for his touch and the way she felt kind of dirty for trying something she had never done before. But most of all, she loved how it affected Jude.
He wanted her bent over the divan, pussy thoroughly worked with her ass in the air, filled up to the brim with his cock. She clenched around him, and he started to lose control, jerking against her and tightening his grip on her hips.
“Jude, I’m going to come,” she cried. “Make me come.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He drove into her again, and she couldn’t hold out any longer. They released together in an earth-shattering explosion. Her hands gave out beneath her, and she slipped forward with her face landing in the pillows. Her screams were muffled as she cried out in ecstasy.
Maybe that was the reason the club was called X.
BRYNA WAS GLAD THAT SCHOOL WAS OUT for Christmas break. On Monday morning, she didn’t have to explain to anyone where she had gone on Saturday night or what had happened. She would rather leave it all up to speculation than face Avery’s and Tara’s questioning stares. They had already sent her enough texts, asking her about the guy she had disappeared with that night. She was glad she didn’t have to lie to their faces.
After getting good use out of the back room, she and Jude had returned to his apartment. She couldn’t get over their connection and the physical chemistry that ignited a room when they were together. She hadn’t gotten much sleep Saturday night, but the sex wasn’t the part that had her mind running a million miles a minute after he’d left the next morning to catch his flight. It was the fact that he would have a full week off for Christmas, and he wanted to spend every one of those days with her.
She had told him that she would have to check her schedule. Her dad was supposed to come home soon, so it would be a little harder to sneak around—though not by much. Also, she wasn’t sure how she would get away with leaving on Christmas Day. But she would make it work. This would be one of the few times that she would get this much of Jude’s undivided attention, and she was going to take it.
It was still a couple days away, so she had time to figure it all out.
She had to force herself to stop thinking about that as she headed to The Blvd, a restaurant at the Beverly Wilshire, to meet with the Pink Charity Benefit coordinator, Felicity Rose.
Bryna had done some research on her to prepare for this meeting. Felicity had graduated top of her class from Harmony over a decade ago and received a degree in anthropology from Stanford. Now, she chaired the Foundation for Children in Need, was President of the L.A. Society Committee, and volunteered at the Emma Allgood Institute for the homeless—all on top of heading the Pink Charity Benefit for Harmony.
This was just the kind of woman Bryna needed to emulate. She was a real role model, unlike the other women in her life. Thankfully, Bryna’s father would be home from filming soon, and she wouldn’t have to deal with her evil witch of a stepmother. Her father would handle that situation for her. Maybe then things could get back to normal.
Bryna valeted her Aston Martin and then entered the restaurant. “Reservation for Felicity Rose,” she told the hostess.
“Right this way.”
The hostess walked her over to a perfectly put-together woman. Felicity had dark blonde hair pulled back tight off of her face. She was in a square-cut dress with a Chanel blazer that Bryna had been coveting this season. At least the woman had taste even if she looked like a stuck-up bitch.
“Mrs. Rose,” Bryna said with a huge smile on her face. “So nice to finally meet you.”
“Please calm me Felicity. You must be Bryna.”
“That’s me.”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” Felicity offered.
“Thank you.” Bryna sat demurely in the seat across from Felicity.
Felicity took the time to carefully unfold her napkin and lay it across her lap. She then adjusted the silverware into order and took a small sip of her Pellegrino. “I reviewed your file. To be honest, I was a bit surprised Mrs. Mathison sent you over.”
Bryna bristled at the comment. Who the hell did she think could replace her? There was no one else at Harmony for this job. No one else could compare that was for sure. “Why is that?”
“I didn’t really expect a…cheerleader,” she said, the last word coming out as if she had just sucked on a lemon. “Then, there’s your affiliation with this Gates Hartman.”