by Kate Stewart
“Rhys, I want to know everything, no matter what. You get all of me, and I get all of you. It can’t be any other way,” she demanded as I smiled. I leaned in and kissed her jaw, stroking her throat with my thumb.
“I’m serious,” she scorned as I slid my kiss down her neck.
“Oh, I know you are,” I said, taking her lobe in between my teeth. “I think we both know you win this round, but if you need to prove your point further, can you wait until after I sink into you?”
I moved my kiss to her lips and took her mouth until she pulled away, gasping. “Rhys, I need you inside me. Now, right now. I’m so fucking wet, please.” Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted. I groaned, thinking of a way to get her alone, to get her what she needed, what I needed. The doors opened and I gripped her firmly by the hand and led her to the garage. We got in my car and she lifted her skirt then pulled down her panties as I turned on the ignition and began to circle the garage, looking for some privacy. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with need.
“Touch yourself...now,” I commanded roughly. She pulled up her skirt, exposing her perfect pussy, and began making circles on her clit as she spread her legs. My greed taking over, I dipped a finger inside her and brought it to my mouth as she played with her center. She ground her heels into the dash while I glanced over to watch her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her as I found an abandoned parking space on the top floor and parked quickly.
“Rhys, God,” she panted, her fingers drenched, her arousal showing all over her flushed body. I adjusted my seat, shifting and tilting it back then quickly unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking it as she started to come undone. She moaned as her legs began to shake. I leaned over and stroked her cheek. “Come for me,” I whispered, pushing my fingers inside her as she stroked her clit.
“I’m coming.” She threw her head back as her release took her and I pushed my fingers deeper, twisting them and rubbing her g-spot as her body shook. I took her wetness and coated my bottom lip then licked it clean before grabbing her quickly by the hips and pulling her to straddle me.
“Fuck me, baby,” I growled as she braced herself above me and slowly sank down on me, making us both insane.
“I missed you,” she said, leaning in as she started to move, keeping her eyes on mine.
She rode me hard as she ground her hips, milking my cock with her tight core. I thrust up hard and she bit my shoulder, bringing me close to losing my load.
I pulled her lips to mine as she exhausted herself, rising and falling so she took every inch.
“Fuck yes, Violet,” I groaned at the feel of her. I felt the pull but waited for her as I felt her start to clench around me. I pushed her skirt up around her waist and shoved my fingers in her mouth as she moaned, close to the edge. She sucked and licked them before I pulled them out, reaching between us to massage her clit. I felt her let go and thrust hard as she bucked wildly, her orgasm coating me. When she was good and gone, I gripped her hair, pulling it hard as I buried my dick and came inside her, shaking with my release.
“I’m yours,” she whispered, curling herself against my chest. “As long as you want me I’m yours, Rhys.”
VIOLET: I am not leaving this house. I’m cursed.
RHYS: You are being a little dramatic, don’t you think?
VIOLET: No, take the baby and run far far away from me.
RHYS: I want to see you tonight.
VIOLET: Not on a holiday. I want nothing to do with it. On Halloween, I was robbed, Thanksgiving just sucked, and do I need to remind you of the disaster at Christmas and New Year’s?
He gave up, thankfully, and I resigned myself to a quiet night of watching a Hallmark marathon. I had no patience for Murphy’s Law tonight. None. I had endured enough. I popped popcorn and snuggled up on my couch, unable to brave lighting a fire in my fireplace, though I longed for it. I had done everything imaginable to protect myself from this day. I had fancied the idea of wrapping myself in bubble wrap for the twenty-four hours it lasted. I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I craved my men with me, but didn’t want anything bad coming to pass today. I was overreacting and didn’t care what a lunatic I might seem like. I needed peace. Just one holiday with some peace. My doorbell rang and I ignored it. I refused to open it. Danger lurked in and out of these walls and I buried my head under the blanket to keep from hearing it ring again. But, it did.
Okay, Vi, it’s probably your mother. Stop being a baby and open the door.
I threw my covers off, angry at the intrusion. Looking through the peephole, I noticed no one was there. Shortly after I turned back toward my living room, I heard the bell sound again and I went to look. Once again, I saw nothing. I cracked the door, looked through my screen, then my heart burst. Baby Bryce was standing in a tuxedo screaming “Vi tet!” as he waved a single red rose in his hand. I opened the door quickly and greeted him.
“Oh, baby, it’s so cold! I’m so sorry!” He smiled and waved the rose in front of me, his father to the left of the door, egging him on. “Give it to her, buddy. Good boy.” I scooped Bryce up, taking a huge cheek in my mouth with a kiss and rubbed his back to warm him up. Rhys came into view then in a matching tux and I nearly fell to my knees with Bryce in my arms.
“Get dressed. We are going out to eat,” he said, smiling as he came toward me. I tried to keep my eyes on Rhys and nearly stumbled as I made my way to the kitchen to set Bryce on the counter, leaning on it to help hold me up.
“You look—Wow, you both look so...handsome,” I said, cupping Bryce’s cheek as he smiled up at me. Rhys pulled out the rest of the roses, that I hadn’t realized he was holding, from behind his back. They were absolutely beautiful. I took them from him, leaning over Bryce, who sat in front of me on the counter, to give Rhys a kiss. He took my lips gently then swiped his tongue over them to let me know he was hungry. I met his tongue, quickly letting him know I felt the same. When he pulled back, he took a look at my clothes and began to laugh.
“Oh crap,” I said, burying my head in Bryce’s neck as he giggled at the tickle. I was wearing adult footed pajamas that I had purchased on a whim a few months ago.
“This is definitely not what you are wearing out tonight.” Rhys laughed fully now as he took in my pajamas and I blushed, ignoring him, listening to Bryce. It had apparently been a big day.
“I am not going anywhere. I mean it, Rhys,” I warned in a light tone, smiling at his son who looked like an absolute doll in his tux as he pointed to his feet telling me about his “shiny shoose.”
“They are shiny shoes, buddy,” I encouraged.
“Just dinner, and then we will come straight home,” Rhys pleaded, coming behind me as I held Bryce on the counter. “I’ll make it worth your while.” His hips brushed my back and I could feel how hard he was. I lost my breath, trying my best to hold on to Bryce, pushing my ass back to bump him away from me. It backfired and we both groaned.
“Highly inappropriate, Rhys. Highly,” I scolded as I kept my focus on his son, who was still telling me everything about everything. I felt Rhys’s chest at my back as he leaned forward, moving my hair away from my ear to whisper, “Then maybe it would be going too far to tell you I can’t wait to suck your pussy, to fill you with my tongue and torture you with my cock while I watch it go in and out of you.”
I gasped and Bryce mimicked me, doing the same then giggling. I turned my head to the side and saw the fire in Rhys’s eyes.
“Behave, please,” I scolded, taking Bryce from the counter and bringing him the toys from my room that I bought him for Christmas.
“Our reservation is in an hour,” Rhys reminded me and I shrugged.
“Violet, please.” Rhys hardly ever used that word. He looked so damn handsome in his tux, it was impossible to say no. I reluctantly agreed and was in my bathroom sliding on my negligee minutes later when Rhys appeared behind me in the mirror. I smiled and so did he as we studied our reflection.
“I’m afraid I hav
e one last thing I’ve been keeping from you, Violet.” His tone was serious and I was instantly on edge.
No, no, no. God, no. What now?
“Damn holidays. I knew this was a bad idea,” I said, shoulders slumped. He chuckled as he brought my chin up to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“I’ve never had a type,” he whispered behind me as he slowly snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me back to him to hold me tightly. “I knew I appreciated certain features on a woman, and I knew what turned me on, but I never really had a type. A few years ago, I was standing in line for dinner and there was a couple standing in front of me.” He slid his hand down my negligee as I leaned into him so my body was at his disposal. “The moment she spoke, she had my attention. Her voice instantly made me hard. And though I could only see the side of her face, I knew she was beautiful and I wanted her instantly. I was coveting another man’s wife.”
I frowned as he cupped my breast over the material. “Not a very good story —”
“It was you, Violet. I saw you and you were so fucking beautiful and so in love and that’s what drew me to you. And when I saw the way you looked at him, I’d never wanted anything so bad. So when I saw you on the screen at my club, you seemed so familiar and the reason was because I had thought about you for weeks after that day. Dreamed about you even, your voice, your beautiful neck,” he whispered, cascading hot kisses down my neck as his fingers slid to my center, circling slowly. He turned my head and kissed me deeply as I opened my legs and rotated my hips. He pulled away as he held my face and continued to whisper to me as his fingers filled me. “Maybe then I knew you belonged to me. Maybe then I knew that one day”—he pulled my orgasm out as I shuddered and moaned his name—“I would possess you this way.”
He continued to stroke me through the satin as I asked about Bryce.
“Sleeping,” he said as his tongue tickled my lobe. With skilled hands, he covered my chest over the material, making his touch feel surreal. I closed my eyes and moaned.
“Eyes on mine,” he reminded gently as his hands continued to stroke me with his expert touch.
Our eyes connected, our faces washed in desire as he held me tightly, his mouth to my ear, making sure I heard his next words.
“I will be your everything. I’ll be the man who fucks you, possesses you, and the man who loves and cares for you. You have to know I love you, Violet. I wanted you even when you belonged to someone else. I wanted you to feel it from me before I said the words.” He cupped my mound again, sliding his digits in deliciously slow, moving my wetness all over me. With his chest behind me and hunger in his eyes, he captivated me with his gaze as he confessed to me. “Words can get lost, become meaningless and fall away. And promises have a way of getting broken. I want more for you. I want so much for you. But believe me, right here, right now, when I say that I can’t imagine a day will ever come when I won’t feel this way. And there will never be a day, good or bad, when you won’t feel it from me.” Two silent tears slid down my face as his features filled with emotion. As I stared at his reflection and saw his vulnerability, my chest squeezed.
“Rhys,” I said, cupping his neck behind my head as he circled my sex, pulling me to the edge a second time. I felt his hardness at my back and rubbed myself against him as my chest rose and I began to pant heavily. His fingers plunged inside me and I let out a whimper as my knees buckled slightly.
“Fuck it. I can’t wait.” He lifted me off my feet, carrying me to my bed as he spread me before him. “Fuck, I love that you’re mine,” he growled as he lapped up my entire sex in one long, slow sweeping motion with his tongue. Still dressed immaculately in a tux, I was overwhelmed at the sight of him, the smell of him, his mouth devouring me. Awestruck by the skill of his tongue, I watched it dart out to lick my clit before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. I burst in his mouth from the sight of him alone. He looked up at me, his gray eyes filled with satisfaction. I couldn’t help but ask for more.
“Will you do that again? Just like that?” I begged as his eyes smiled, his grin was unmistakable. He said nothing as he brought me to the very same peak the very same way. He stood then, as I lay sated, watching his every move as he removed his jacket.
“You love me,” I said, repeating his words to me in a daze as I watched him take off his bowtie and shirt.
When his pants and briefs were gone, he moved from the foot of the bed, crawling slowly over me, stopping at my sex for a quick tender kiss before he came up to my mouth, entering me slowly as our bodies aligned. Once I was filled with him, he looked down at me with nothing but gentleness in his eyes.
“I love you,” he promised as he cupped my face while grinding his cock into me so I felt every throbbing inch. Soon his gentle thrusts turned into a vicious pounding, neither of us holding back as he completely stretched me, fucking me harder and harder until I unbuckled. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him to me tightly as my orgasm subsided. He kissed my collarbone as we both lay panting and sweating, his eyes penetrating me.
“You sure do love me,” I said, chuckling as he dipped down with a grin to take a nipple in his mouth. His hand clasped the side of my face as his thumb stroked my cheek. I rolled him over on his back, grasped his still hard length and watched his eyes fire up at my touch.
“Always working so hard for my benefit. I think it’s time you let me reciprocate.” Before he could say a word, I had him buried in the back of my throat. I heard his sharp inhale as he pulled my hair, instantly lost in his arousal. He pulled harder as I gripped the head softly between my teeth, gliding my hand down his shaft, pushing hard on that sensitive spot below his sack. His cock jumped at the sensation and I looked up to see his mouth parted as he stared down at me. I caught a good amount of pre-cum with my lips as it escaped him and he swallowed hard, unable to hide his need.
“So good, Violet.” He thrust his hips up, but I stilled them, knowing I was more than capable of bringing it out on my own. I straddled his thighs, gripping his cock tight like a vice as I sucked the rest of it, soaking him up with my mouth. When I was sure he was about to burst, I swallowed him whole, never letting up, taking him deep into my throat, squeezing him so tight I knew he wouldn’t last long. I heard his loud moan as I looked up and saw the shock and awe and undeniable lust pouring from him then pumped harder and faster with my hand and lips, taking him all the way in.
“FUCK! FUCK! Fucking take it,” he hissed, shooting his orgasm into my mouth as I jerked it out of him fast and hard. When I was sure I had taken all he had to give, I sat up, watching him come down. He was in a daze as he looked at me. I smiled at him, rubbing my hands over his chest and planting small kisses on it.
He looked at my bedside clock and with a quick “oh shit” grabbed me. Minutes later, we were out of the shower, rushing to dress to make our dinner reservation. Rhys left me standing in the very spot I was in half an hour earlier at the bathroom mirror with a promise of a long night filled with more of what we’d just shared. He loved me, and in truth, I had known well before he said the words. I felt it every time he looked at me, in his smile, his touch, his embrace. I stood in a daze in the bathroom, praying and praising like I was accepting another Oscar.
Instead of the long night of lovemaking, we managed to get a quickie in at three a.m. Bryce had been a total adorable monster and stayed up well past his bedtime. We lay in our dress clothes, exhausted as we watched him run in circles until finally passing out.
“Oh my GOD!” I screamed, studying my face. I had run to the restroom half an hour ago, sensing an oncoming attack. And at the moment, I looked like the deformed Sloth from that movie The Goonies. I was a cauliflower ear short of being his double. My eyes were swollen shut and I couldn’t stop sneezing.
This was not good.
Rhys knocked on the door and I stuck my foot in front of it to keep him from coming in, shut it quickly and locked it. I turned back to the mirror in the bathroom at his parents’ house, watching my face explode
from an allergic reaction.
“Rhys, get me a Benadryl!” I said, searching the cabinets desperately for an antihistamine.
“What the hell is going on? Everyone is waiting downstairs,” he said impatiently.
“Nothing,” I said, trying to muffle my voice. My swelling tongue would impair my speech for a while.
“You’re full of shit, babe. Now open this door!” he demanded, his voice filled with worry.
“Can’t a girl have some privacy?” I asked, every single word coming out strangled.
“Violet, please open the door.”
I splashed cold water over my face, as if that would help, and stood to my full height. I warned him about my allergies, but it just so happened my first attack of the season occurred the very night his parents planned a dinner party so the family and I could get better acquainted. I couldn’t stay in the bathroom. They were waiting. This was going to be bad.
I opened the door and saw the horror cross Rhys’s face.
“Oh my GOD!” he exclaimed, mortified as he gripped my shoulders.
Yeah, it’s just as bad as I thought it would be. I’d never seen him so horrified. I began crying immediately as he raced out of the room.
Man, that was fast. All it took was one look at my Shrek face.
Vain bastard.
I sat on the edge of the bed sobbing as Rhys rushed back in the room with four Benadryl in his hand and shut the bedroom door, clearly not wanting anyone to see me.
“This is just allergies?” he asked, wiping my tears away.
“Yeah, for years the doctors said it was a food allergy and then they said it was something in the air. There’s no way of stopping it. It happens at least three or four times a year. I’m sorry but I can’t face your family. You can take me home.”
He pulled me to him as he whispered in my ear, “I wouldn’t leave you, even though you look like the elephant man on steroids.” He chuckled as I elbowed him in the chest. “I’ll be right back.”
