Undeniable: A Friends To Lovers Romance (Love Desired Book 4)

by Cassie Verano

  When he stood, he pulled me close to him again and kissed me, his tongue dueling mine, coating my tongue with my juices that covered his.

  “Thanks for dessert,” he muttered against my lips.

  “I’m ready for the main course,” I said, licking along his lips.

  “Can you handle it?” he asked.

  I could feel him fumbling in the pocket of his shorts before he shoved them down. Grabbing the condom he’d retrieved from his wallet, I ripped into it with my teeth.

  My eyes dropped to his hand where he was pumping it along his shaft. A drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

  I’d imagined in times past what his cock looked like, but nothing would have prepared me for the sight.

  The long, thick golden-brown shaft as beautiful and shiny as a piece of caramel with its ridged edges and broad veins breaking the smooth surface. It looked too beautiful to be real.

  I reached out, rubbing my hand along the surface, closing my eyes as I basked in the conflicting textures of hard and smooth in the same place. Rubbing my finger across the tip, I gathered the drop of pre-cum and rubbed it against my lip. Seeing another drop surface, I rubbed it off with my thumb and placed it against my tongue.

  Unable to resist the temptation, I fell to my knees, taking him into my mouth.

  CHAPTER 11 – BRYCE

  SHIT, I HADN’T BARGAINED for any of this. The sweet and salty taste of her on my lips and my tongue, stoking a hunger in me to eat her pussy again. I hadn’t bargained for her to be so easy to please and wild when she came apart underneath my tongue’s assault.

  I hadn’t bargained for how she would work her hips back and forth like a belly dancer in a smooth, coordinated dance. Not the woman who had no rhythm on the dance floor. Yet, she’d worked her way around my mouth and lips like a snake being charmed from the basket.

  As passive as she’d always been, eating her out had unleashed an aggressive, passionate beast in Peyton. Her kisses were more demanding and hungrier than when I’d kissed her in the club.

  What I hadn’t bargained for was her going down on me, sucking the shit out of my dick until I saw stars. She sucked it to the back of her throat, and I was arcing, angling for it to go down.

  Peyton was a force to be reckoned with as she deep throated my shit, swallowing it, and I know I had a big dick. Not being cocky, just confident. Her fingernails raked softly across the skin of my balls as she tugged them and then pulled me out of her mouth to suck on them.

  She alternated between sucking my dick and my balls, and both were driving me crazy. Grabbing the back of her head, I rammed my shit down her throat until tears streamed from her eyes and her face grew red.

  “What was that?” I asked, pulling back when she muttered something around me.

  “I said, ‘you taste so fucking good!’”

  “Aww, shit!” I said, cramming my dick down her throat again.

  Her little hands grasped me as she worked her neck, head, and jaws gobbling my shit. I felt myself growing harder in her and had to work hard not to cum.

  With slob dripping down my dick and from the sides of her mouth, she wouldn’t let up. Even when I pulled back on her, she wouldn’t let go. Peyton was going for the gold like she was running in a championship marathon. But I was in no rush to get to the finish line.

  I twisted a handful of hair around my fist and jerked on her head fiercely and grabbed my dick, pulling it out of her mouth.

  Her chest heaved up and down in heavy breaths as she looked at me.

  She was so beautiful with those swollen red lips, and her dark hair splayed wildly around her head and shoulders with streaks of red and burnished gold shining throughout it.

  “Why’d you stop me?”

  “I thought you were gonna swallow my shit,” I said, pulling her up to her feet.

  Grinning at me, she bit down on her swollen bottom lip and said, “I wanted to try.”

  I kissed her, licking her lips and nipping at them before our teeth clashed together as I tried to force my tongue down her throat, much like I’d done with my dick.

  “I need to get inside of you,” I said.

  “Shit!” she muttered when we heard a tapping on the front door. “We should’ve gone to the back and turned off the lights.”

  “Who’d be coming by here this time of night?” I asked.

  “Any nosey busybody.”

  “Like Miss June?”

  Peering around a bookshelf, she said, “That’s exactly who it is.”

  “Fuck, Miss June’s not about to fuck up my night,” I said, looking behind us.

  “Go around that shelf, and I’ll follow you. I think if we stick close enough to the shelves, we can make it to the back without being spotted,” I instructed.

  She glanced over our shoulder. “I think you’re right,” she said and made a break for it.

  I followed after her, and we spent the next two minutes hiding behind shelves and maneuvering our way to her office.

  By the time we’d arrived, the tapping on the front door had ceased.

  “Where were we?” I asked, pulling her against me and kissing her neck.

  “You were about to get inside of me, I believe, Mr. Slippery When Wet,” she said, laughing as she produced the condom in her hand that she’d held onto all this time and rolled it down my length. No sooner than she’d finished, I sat down on the couch and grabbed her hips.

  “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

  Lifting her onto my lap, she positioned herself to align her entrance with my dick. Slowly she worked her way down my length, creating an overwhelming sense of ecstasy.

  She stopped and stared at me with those vivid blue eyes with swirls of purple and blue, much like the petals of the cornflower whose pigment they mimicked.

  “What?” she gasped.

  “Peyton, I’ve wanted you like this since college. The day you walked into my room, dancing because you’d gotten an A on your econ test. I’ve wanted you since that day,” I whispered.

  Her eyes continued to search mine as if she questioned the sincerity of that statement. She swallowed a gulp before she cupped my face with her hands and took control of the moment, pouring her emotions into a kiss so full of fervor.

  I gathered her long strands of burnt sienna hair admiring the streaks of burnished golds and brilliant browns, dipped in vivid auburn.

  Our movements were slow and telling, our bodies communicating long-hidden secrets and denied passions older than a decade. We spoke a language that only the depths of the oceans and the heights of the heavens could understand, a language never conveyed by human bodies before.

  Her hands roaming across my shoulders, gripping my arms, and caressing my back moved in gentle, even, loving strokes. Alternatively, my hands squeezed, pinched, and grabbed her breasts, ass, and hips in a commanding move, claiming her body as my territory.

  Lips and tongues continued in a dueling clash to express the complexity of our feelings toward one another, extracting passion and hunger that could only be quenched by this intimate lover’s dance.

  Peyton slid to the tip of my dick and stood. Reaching for my hand, she switched positions with me, lying on the couch, and spreading her legs open for me.

  I took in the beautiful sight of a narrow waist, long, toned legs, curvy hips, and succulent breasts that rose and fell with each breath. Rosebud pink nipples beckoning me to taste their sweetness once more. My eyes strayed to where her fingers ran between her folds, spreading her juices around, as her clit hardened underneath the casual tenderness of her fingertips.

  Peyton slid her fingers into her mouth, sucking and moaning as she worked her hips, sliding the fingers of her other hand into her slit. Jealous and unable to hold off any longer, I kneeled between her legs, pushing one up over the back of the sofa and dipped my head into her folds.

  My tongue replaced her fingers, and my hand held her other leg firmly against the seat of the couch as I took long licks, sucking, tasting, and dri
nking from her fountain of nectar.

  She grabbed the back of my head as she pushed her hips into my face. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked all that I could get, my nose sliding against her soft hairs and deeper into her well of love, inhaling her scent. A fragrance that I never wanted to forget.

  As her movements grew wild and frenzied, I pulled back, knowing that the next time that she came, I wanted to be inside of her. Climbing onto the sofa with her, I pulled her legs open, allowing her to nestle them around my back so that I could plunge inside of her again.

  And once I was, I lowered my body to hers, holding her and relishing the moment of our connection. We moved together as though we were one body, rocking back and forth, creating a harmonious song that was undeniable in its melody and power.

  “Peyton, I never dreamt it would be this sweet,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Bryce...this is...this is just...ohmigosh!” she cried out. “All I need,” she repeatedly panted in my ear.

  While I knew that I would be leaving soon and had no idea when I would see her again, I couldn’t deny myself something I’d wanted to taste for so long.

  I’d been with plenty of women of all different races and enjoyed them all. I’d sampled beautiful women of all shapes and sizes and treasured their bodies, worshiped their vessels.

  But no experience had been quite like this. And it wasn’t just the physical aspect, but it was a deep emotional connection. One I’d never experienced before.

  And I knew that it resulted from the friendship we’d formed almost two decades. The bond Peyton and I shared in high school, and college had never been duplicated with another woman.

  The closeness, the secrets, and the friendship we valued from one another were what made this encounter as meaningful as it was.

  It was almost as if we’d connected on a spiritual plane. I didn’t want this experience to end, and the thought of leaving and not seeing her again drove me insane. I knew that I would have to create a reason to return.

  But in the meantime, I’d enjoy what we had.

  Pulling out of her, I turned her around so that she could face the wall; the sofa was backed up to. Resting her hands on the back of the sofa, I positioned myself behind her and entered her slowly and sweetly. Her folds wrapped gently around me, tucking me deep inside and creating a cocoon, a haven for my dick to rest in.

  And just the soft sweetness of her in this position, open wide for me to hit various angles, caused me to lose my mind. I wrapped one arm around her waist as the fingers on my other hand found their way into her folds, stroking and caressing her, jockeying with my dick for position.

  My fingers lost the battle moving out of her to stroke her clit while my cock picked up momentum, gaining speed and slamming into her. Peyton wasn’t to be outdone. She pushed back to meet my thrusts, taking the force and velocity I shoved inside of her.

  I removed her sweat slickened hair clinging to the nape of her neck and down her back, to caress her back, and slowly draw my fingers down to her waist, and shove them inside of her ass.

  “Ohhhh, shit, Bryce!” she screamed. “I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum!”

  Her high-pitched shriek was hoarse as my pace increased as I slammed into her from behind. The noises of our bodies against one another like the sound of someone being spanked.

  “Fuuuckkk!” she screamed just as I released on the heels of her orgasm.

  I held onto her for a few moments while we caught our breaths. And when we were done, I pulled her onto my lap on the couch, kissing the nape of her neck.

  Peyton’s eyes closed for a moment before she looked at me with tear-laden eyes.

  “Bryce?”

  “Yeah?”

  “This never happened.”

  What the fuck?

  CHAPTER 12 – BRYCE

  TIME DOES FLY WHEN you’re having fun. Only two more days left, and we’d be heading to Cormorant Island for some fun before the July 4th holiday set in.

  And then it would be time for me to head out again and back to the life I’d become accustomed to. The thought of that brought Peyton to my mind, which was what led me to her store. I’d been working on an outline for my latest book when I started having thoughts of the island and then Peyton.

  I was still fucked up by her request to pretend like the night before hadn’t happened. Not when I wanted it again so badly.

  When I entered the store, she was just walking from behind the counter.

  “Fancy seeing you here today,” she said.

  “Yeah, I was in the area, so I thought I’d drop by,” I said, searching her eyes for any sign that she’d changed her mind.

  There was nothing, almost as if she’d honestly wiped last night out of her memory bank.

  “Oh? The guys are coming along great with progress if that’s what you were checking out,” she said, gesturing around the store.

  I stared at her for a moment. Was she for real? Shaking my head, I said, “That’s not what I came to check out, but I’m glad to see it’s moving along. How do you feel about it all? Still overwhelmed?”

  Her eyes flashed a brief warning but instantly went calm again. “Not at all. I think it’s growing on me, and I think I’ll miss all these guys once the job is finished.”

  “But, you know it’ll be a relief to have everyone out of your hair.”

  “I can’t help but agree,” she said with a smile showing off a deep dimple in her left cheek. “Oh yeah. Thanks for dinner last night, by the way. That hit the spot, and it was delicious. So thoughtful,” she said, winking at me.

  “No problem. I’d like to believe you’d do the same for me,” I replied, tilting my head at her.

  Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she cleared her throat. “Of course, I would.”

  We stood eyeing one another warily before she spoke up.

  “Soooo...what exactly brings you in here?”

  “I told you...I was in the area, and uh...I wanted to see what you were up to for the upcoming holiday weekend.”

  Looking around, she said, “I was going to pop in for a couple of hours to catch up on some work,” she said.

  “On a holiday, Peyton? Don’t you think you’d better give yourself a break before you’re burnt out?” I asked.

  “I’ve got nothing else to do. It beats staying at home, sleeping the weekend away.”

  “What if you need that sleep?”

  “I get enough sleep, Bryce. I survived on a lot less in college.”

  “Yeah, well, college days are over. So, wassup with ya?”

  “Absolutely nothing. I’ll just be relaxing at home after I come to work for a few hours.”

  “I have something much more enticing if you don’t mind.”

  Peyton’s jaws clenched before she asked in a suspicious tone, “Like what?”

  “Heading out to Cormorant Island with me. My brother, cousins, and Bishop’s friend are all going out there for the weekend to relax and celebrate the end of summer.”

  “Hanging out with a bunch of guys for the holiday weekend? What are we like in college again?”

  Chuckling, I shook my head. “Nah, nothing like that. None of that enticing one woman out to get with a bunch of dudes. You know that wasn’t ever my scene anyway.”

  “It was Kip Stevenson’s scene.”

  “Yeah, well, I ain’t Kip,” I said, sneering as I recalled the time I learned about his plans to entice Peyton to a night out, and there were four other guys there and no girls. I beat the brakes off that dude and made him promise to never go near her again.

  “Thanks for the heads up on that, by the way. I can’t believe I was so freaking gullible,” she said, shaking her head.

  “Not gullible. Kip was just an asshole. How were you supposed to know that none of those guys were bringing their girlfriends? Anyway, my brother will have Gianna, and my cousins will all be with their spouses.”

  Peyton’s face flushed red. “So, this is what? A couples’ thing?”
she asked, looking horrified.

  “It’s a family and friends thing,” I corrected.

  Frowning, she replied, “How many people going will be friends?”

  “Several. Starting with me and you. We’re friends. You’re friends with Gianna and Bishop, and Karina, so...yeah. Several,” I said, laughing when she narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.

  “Bryce, I don’t think—”

  “Yeah, don’t think too hard about it. Seriously, they are all couples, but I don’t want to be the only one there alone. They’re bugging the hell out of me about going, and we always go. But if I go, I don’t have anybody to kick it with. I’d be the odd man out. So, I thought you could be the odd woman out, so when everyone’s all lovey-dovey, you and I can go digging for seashells and clams,” I suggested, smiling at her.

  Turning her lips down, Peyton’s eyebrow lifted slightly.

  “Bryce, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said, pleading with her eyes.

  “Just friends, Peyton. I won’t do anything either of us will regret. I heard you loud and clear last night, I promise.”

  “When you put it like that, it is kind of a hard offer to refuse,” she said.

  “Cool!”

  “How long are we staying?”

  “We’ll head out Friday and stay through Sunday.”

  “Sounds like a plan. So beachwear. Anything I need to be aware of that I need to bring?”

  “Just you, sunscreen, swimwear, and a determination to forget about the book store and be prepared to have fun!” I exclaimed.

  Those petulant, heart-shaped lips turned up into a smile. “I can do that, Bryce.”

  “Good, I need to buy this new book I’ve heard about by Camilla Bailey, The Art of The Erotica.”

  “You should’ve written that book, you know. I’m sure you have a thing or two you can teach her,” Peyton teased.

  “You just keep setting it up for me to make a comment that’s gonna take you there, huh?”

  “What’re you talking about?”

  Laughing, I said, “Look at you all wide-eyed innocence. What are you talking about?” I mimicked in a high-pitched voice.