36

SOLEIL

The waiter arrives with our food, and I dig in. I end up having more than a taste when I sample everything on Brice's platter, and then some.

As we eat, we discuss our taste in food, drinks, music, and movies. Whereas I spend my pastime indoors being entertained by books, games, and a good show; Brice is a very active person especially when it comes to water sports – from surfing to jet skis, he does it all.

The bill arrives and he pays.

"Would you like to go for a movie?" he asks as we head to his car.

"Yes! It's been months since I went to the cinema. Give me Marvel on the big screen."

Brice is not about that superhero life. We watch a few trailers before settling on a thriller. He buys the tickets and I manage to find space in my stomach for some popcorn, astros, and a slushie. Whether I manage to finish them is another matter entirely.

We sit in the lover's seat that affords us more space without an armrest separating us.

The thriller is borderline horrific. He pulls me onto his lap halfway through when I grab onto his shirt after one jump scare too many.

*

"That ending was so lame," I voice my thoughts on the way home.

"Riiiight. You're going to hate on the ending when you couldn't even look at the chitawori anytime it appeared on screen."

"I'll admit that thing was scary-looking, borderline disgusting. But come on, the fact that it was a mechanically controlled monster to keep the town in line... that's fucked up. What sick, sick leaders. Those poor people voting for politicians who simply wanted to control them."

"I think it was a good twist. Steering closer to the truth than fiction."

"What? Are you telling me that there are mechanically controlled monsters running around to keep us in line?"

"The monsters are controlled and yes, fear keeps most societies in line from families to nations."

Well, damn.

I drop the subject because I have the constitution of a chicken and would probably not save anybody other than myself. If there are monsters among us, I don't want to see them let alone know about it.

We arrive back at the house and head for the cottage. No one is outside. Other than the sound of crickets in the night, silence has settled all around. It's almost midnight and I guess everybody's gone to bed.

"Do you plan to unpack or are you going to live out of your suitcase?" Brice asks as I rummage around my clothes trying to figure out which set of pyjamas to wear to bed.

Do I want to look cute or sexy? That is the question.

"I'll get to it tomorrow," I answer absentmindedly.

"Here, put these on."

He tosses a peach, satin set onto my heap of disarray.

"Oh my gosh! I've missed these."

They were my favourite set of sleepwear from the colour to the cut. I hadn't seen them since that fateful night when Brice gave me an ultimatum in the middle of the ocean.

"I had them washed."

"Thank you. Do you also have my underwear from that night?"

"I didn't wash those."

He doesn't elaborate any further and disappears into the walk-in closet. I briefly wonder what he did with them but I'm afraid to ask.

I abandon my luggage to change in the bathroom. Once I'm done, I pick a side at random and settle into bed switching off the bedside lamp. Brice walks back into the bedroom in nothing but tight, white Calvin Klein briefs. He closes and locks the door behind him before settling into bed and switching off his light.

I'm neck deep in the duvet, pressed to the edge with my face turned away from him. This is not our first time sharing a bed, but things feel different. Tonight feels different.

"Thank you, for today. I had a great time. Goodnight, B," I say closing my eyes and settling into the super comfort of his mattress.

"You're welcome."

I hear the sheets rustle as he shifts. His arms wrap around my midsection, and he draws me closer to the centre. He rolls over me and just stares at me before pressing his lips against mine.

"I'm surprised you didn't order dessert," he says pulling back.

"I was stuffed fuller than a turkey. Between the burger and seafood, there was no way."

"It's just a taste, Brice." He mimics me in a high-pitched voice.

His laughter vibrates from his chest down to my core.

"It was really good." I swallow trying to maintain my composure. "One bite was not enough."

"You ate half my food."

"You're exaggerating. I probably ate a quarter."

"More like a third."

He presses against me and makes himself comfortable, settling between my legs.

"Shut up. Stop trying to make me feel bad. I like to eat."

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I'd like to eat you."

It is at this point that my core begins to weep in excitement. I've never had a guy go down on me. I'm thankful for the bikini wax I got yesterday while shopping, but am I ready?

He traces his lips from the shell of my ear and across my cheek before capturing my lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He sucks on my bottom lip and spears his tongue into my mouth. I relent and suck on the invading organ, eliciting a groan from him.

I grow bolder and run my hands through his hair, pulling him closer as he grinds his growing bulge against my heated core. My nipples harden against the planes of his muscular chest with the friction created between us. His hands trail down my body, squeezing my hips and ass.

"Can I?" he asks, pulling back.

"What?"

"Can I eat you?"

His pupils are dilated, the black almost overshadowing the translucent colour of his irises. They convey a primal hunger I understand all too well.

I nod my head.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my satin shorts and pulls them down. I'm left in my satin, crop top and peach, lace panties. He trails a finger from my collarbone, down my sternum and along my slit over the underwear, his gaze following the heated trail.

He places his hands at my sides and squeezes my waist. They move further up and slip under my top. His thumbs circle my nipples under the bralette. My body arches off the bed in pleasure. He slips the material up and off me.

I lay back down and we stare at each other.

After a beat, he leans down and places a kiss on one cheek and then the other. He kisses my chin, my neck and the centre of my chest before moving to my left nipple and then the right, slowly making his way down my stomach to my pubic bone.

"Do you want me to kiss it?" he asks, eyes volleying between me and my core.

I nod my head yes.

He places an open-mouthed kiss at the centre, and I feel a rush of heat that erupts in goosebumps all over my skin. He pulls my panties to the side and inhales my scent. The anticipation is killing me. He slides a finger along my slit. Through his touch, I can feel how wet I am.

Back and forth, up and down, top to bottom, from my nub to the core, he stimulates me into a frenzy but I need more. I lift my hips off the bed in offering, almost begging for him to stop teasing me and get to it already.

His chuckle echoes around the room.

I want to pull back and slap him for toying with me, that is until I feel his mouth close around me. His tongue replaces his fingers in their motion – up and down, up and down it goes before he spears into my open channel. I grab a hold of his hair not quite sure whether I want to push him away or pull him closer.

"Yes... Shit... Fuck!" I shout.

He latches onto my clit and sucks on the bundle of nerves driving me nuts then releases it with a wet pop. My body drops back from the high he was driving it to.

Brice leans back on his haunches and slides off my panties. He spreads my legs wide, forcing my knees onto the mattress. Using his index and middle finger, he goes back to teasing me, rubbing my inner set of lips before spearing my core. His fingers pump inside of me in a come-hither motion building a fire deep within.

It feels good, so good until he stops and pulls out. I open my eyes and look at him breathless, chest heaving.

He pops the two, wet fingers in his mouth and licks them clean of my juices, his eyes staid on mine. My empty channel clenches with desire wishing he'd put them back.

"Brice!" I whine in annoyance.

"Shhhh," he coos dropping down to kiss my inner thighs.

This time when he pulls back, he moves to stand getting off the bed. I sit up on my elbows and look at him wondering what the hell is going on. I don't fail to notice the thick rod that's straining behind his briefs.

I'm hot, horny, and frustrated. Why won't he finish what he started?

"Come here."

I'm quick to get up and follow his instruction.

He perches himself on the edge of the mattress with his hand held out. I go to him and tentatively take his hand. He looks up at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. With his other hand, he reaches between my legs and begins circling my nub once again.

"Do you want me to stop?"

What gave him that dumb idea?

I shake my head no.

"What do you want?"

"You."

He quirks one of his eyebrows in question.

"Really? It didn't seem that way a couple of nights ago." He releases me and leans back. "In fact, you ignored me, made out with another guy, and said you were gonna suck his dick."

"Brice," I groan in annoyance.

Of all the times to start some bullshit, why does he pick now when I'm standing before him naked, fiending for release?

"I never considered myself a jealous man, but it turns out that I am."

What does he want me to say?

"Okay..."

"I need you to assuage me and these feelings you've stirred."

I look down at his dick and then back up at him. I don't think I'm ready for that. He adjusts himself and pats his lap.

"Come here, baby. I'm going to punish you. 5 smacks for ignoring me, 5 smacks for kissing him, and 5 more for even thinking about sucking him off."

My brain tells me he's lost his mind, but my kitty moistens at the thought of him taking me over his knee. I press my legs together and lock my knees in place stuck between the two.

"Soleil." His voice drops and his eyes narrow. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, but – "

"No buts. Take your punishment and we can start on a clean slate. I promise it will feel even better afterwards."

It sounds tempting but who the hell does he think he is, my daddy? That's so sick all things considered.

"Fine. Let's go back to bed."

He moves to get up, but I step forward.

What's wrong with me? It must be these hormones clouding my judgement or I've lost my mind.

He pulls me over his lap, balancing me on his knee as he spreads his muscular thighs wider. He massages my behind before his fingers slip into my wet pussy. I close my eyes and revel in delight.

"Be a good girl and count for me."

Before my brain can register his words, I feel the sting of his heavy hand.

My eyes pop open in shock.

I did not expect him to hit that hard.

"Count, Soleil!"

"One!"

Smack.

"Two!"

Smack.

"Three!"

This was a bad idea. I don't need to come anymore.

Smack.

"Four!"

Smack.

"Five!"

Smack

"S..Six!"

Smack.

"S..S..Seven,"

Smack.

"Stop!"

Tears spring to my eyes and I struggle to get off but he holds me down.

"We're more than halfway through. Come on, baby. Make me happy. Be a good girl and finish."

He soothingly rubs my heated cheeks and I settle down. The tears won't stop coming though and my sniffles can be heard through the room. He spreads my cheeks and caresses my slit which is surprisingly wet, rubbing me from clit to core, stimulating me until the waterworks stop and I groan in pleasure.

Smack.

"Nine!"

Smack.

"Ten!"

I don't know how I get through the last five, but I do know that my ass is on fire. I just want to get up and fetch an ice pack. He eases off and helps me stand though my legs are shaky and numb from the irregular blood flow.

He picks me up and places me on the bed, folding me in half. His hands are hooked behind my knees which are spread on either side of my head. He leans in and French. Kisses. My. Pussy.

Brice sucks on my thick outer lips then alternates between nips with his teeth and licks with his tongue. I'm panting and squirming, but he overpowers me and I can't move. I just lie there and take it. He fucks me with his tongue before pulling out and flicking my bean stimulating the nerves under the hood. My eyes water for a different reason.

"Please!" I cry out.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. My nerves are shot from the pain and pleasure. I'm climbing, soaring, flying as all sense of reality converges to a single point. His lips latch onto my engorged clit and I swear he sucks the breath out of me. The muscles in my core are spasming, clenching, looking for something to hold onto.

Brice throws my legs over his shoulders and feeds me his fingers, his tongue continuing to work on my little nub. The wet squelching sounds echo around the room as he pumps into me. I let go and explode. His mouth closes around my entire core and he sucks up my juices.

He pulls back, his mouth coated in my essence, and smacks my pussy.

"This is mine." He smacks it again. "You are mine."

The wet sound echoes in the room along with the panting of my harsh breaths.

"Yes," I agree weakly.

"That's my girl," he praises and falls back on the bed beside me.

I lay next to him spread out and exhausted.

I've definitely lost my mind because I want to do that again.

2023 / 02 / 25

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