Bad Boy Ink (Get Ink'd #5) - Ali Lyda Page 0,79

positioned himself at my entrance. And then he punched up into me, his cock spearing my body in a single thrust. We both cried out, stinging relief and punch drunk with need.

Then, Bryce proceeded to fuck me. Really fuck me. He pounded me into the door. We heard people in the hallway slow as they walked past, their giggles echoing as they kept going. I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

I was so full of him, his relentless, fast fucking leaving me no time to recover. I cried out. I clawed at him. His fingers dug into my ass as he bounced my up and down on his dick.

“Want to make sure I keep this costume?” He managed between his baritone grunting.

“God, yes.” Then, because words and connections bled into each other, “you. You feel so. Fucking. Good. Oh god, oh god, fuck me, Bryce, Jesus fucking, I’m going to—”

“Come all over my armor, baby. Coat me.”

Nothing was touching my dick. But Bryce shifted his angle, the tip of his cock rubbing just so against my tender bundle of nerves, and like a match striking, I caught fire.

I sprayed us both, the sticky slickness of my release hitting the costume, my abs, my pubes. And still he fucked me, prolonging the climax until I was screaming my voice raw.

Before I could recover, Bryce moved like a whirlwind, pulling out and setting me on my knees. He kept a hand fisted in my hair, the only thing keeping me from slumping to the floor. His other hand yanked off the condom he’d had on and he gripped the base of his beautiful cock.

“You said you wanted to swallow. Open up,” he demanded, his hair and eyes wild.

I did, my tongue sticking out greedily. I was exhausted, my cock still twitching from my orgasm, but I swallowed that cock like it was my job. I wanted him so badly.

One, two strokes of his fist, and the thick, salty musk of his seed hit my tongue, coating my mouth. I licked and swallowed and sought out each drop, trying to suckle on his cock until he jerked away, too sensitive for anymore.

How he did it, I don’t know. But with hero-like strength, Bryce managed to scoop me up and carry me to the bed. He helped me get under the covers. With sleepy, half-hooded eyes, I watched him get undressed. Then he got in bed with me.

So much emotional and physical exertion for the day. My body was wrung out and sated. But my heart? It was fucking full.

The warm strength of his body spooned up behind me. I snuggled in, hugging his arm across my chest.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” I managed.

“Baby, I’m never leaving your side again.” He whispered his promise into my hair, and it carried me into the sweetest dreams.

23

Bryce

“Aiden Porter.” The chancellor of the college called Aiden’s name, and I watched with pride as my boyfriend walked across the stage to shake hands and be handed his diploma.

That in and of itself was something to be proud of. But what the crowd gathered didn’t know was that Aiden had finally secured the position he’d dreamed of: forensic technical analyst for the FBI.

There was no one I’d rather have lost the job to.

My hands stung from the force of my claps. I was seated with the other graduates, but I could hear the crew from the shop shouting and whistling for Aiden. That they were so supportive of him when he’d spent only a short amount of time at the shop was telling of the kind of family we all were.

Aiden was flushed a deep scarlet by the time he exited the stage—I couldn’t wait to kiss him later.

My degree was already in my lap, and when “Evan Zellar” finally made it off the stage, it was done. I was an official graduate with dual degrees in computer science and forensics.

And I was also graduating straight into a job.

That...had been a rough patch in the second semester. Aiden had received the official position, but it would mean moving to Washington DC. Neither of us was interested in a long-distance relationship, but we also hadn’t been ready or willing to give up on this thing between us.

At the prompting of my grandmother, I’d applied for a position in another division in DC. It had taken some persuasion because I was reluctant to leave her (full disclosure, she nagged me), but it helped knowing she was moving in with