by Lexi C. Foss
25
Rhys didn’t just kiss me. He slowly seduced me, holding me helplessly pinned against the wall with his body. His tongue caressed mine, deliberately moving in and out of my mouth. It was as if he was showing me exactly what he intended to do to my body tonight. My stomach tightened with need, my core clenching greedily to be filled by him. Moans escaped my mouth, only to be swallowed and captured by his hungry kiss.
He pulled away from my mouth, kissing my neck as his fingers threaded through my hair, forcefully turning me around until my forehead pressed against the wall. His mouth brushed over my shoulder, nipping the skin with his teeth. Rhys’s fingers worked the sides of my corset, becoming impatient and ripping it away from my body instead.
He slipped his hands around my front, grabbing and squeezing my breasts as he continued kissing the back of my neck. One of his large hands slid down my stomach, where his fingers glided against my opening. He growled wickedly, finding my body ready for his, pushing his fingertips in and out of my body while he continued kissing my shoulder.
“I need you now,” I pleaded, but he didn’t answer.
He was slowly kissing my spine, his hands gripping my breasts while his thumb played with the hardening tips. He chuckled when my hands reached behind me, searching for his body to free his thick cock. Releasing my breasts, he captured them with one hand, gripping my wrists and pinning them against my lower back.
“You’ll get what you want soon enough, Love. Right now, I need to taste every inch of you and learn every curve. I have craved the taste of you dancing on my tongue. I plan to make you come so hard that you fight me to escape the pleasure that consumes you. You’re not in control right now. I am. Now spread your legs so I can see how drenched you are with the need to be fucked by me,” Rhys ordered huskily against my ear. I parted my legs, arching my ass, even though he continued holding my arms against my lower back. “Good girl, Remington. Are you wet for me?”
“Very,” I admitted, blushing. His hand pushed my panties aside and skimmed over my naked heat again, enjoying the gasp of need that escaped my throat. “Rhys, please fuck me.”
“I plan to, woman. You’re not leaving here for twenty-four hours. When you do, you’ll know what it means to be fucked stupid. When you leave this room, you’ll want for nothing because nothing will compare or come close to what I’m about to do to you. Now shut up and fuck my fingers so I can feel this wet pussy clenching against me, begging me to fuck it hard and deep,” he growled, pushing two fingers into my body, and I cried out as he laughed darkly.
His fingers moved slowly, torturing my core, which tightened with the need to hold him in place. I felt Rhys staring at my opening, and then my hands were lifted and pressed against the wall as he slowly pushed my panties down, revealing my naked need to his heated gaze.
“Such a messy girl,” he whispered, bending down to blow against my heat. His fingers entered me again, and his tongue slid around them. I balled my hands into fists, closing my eyes as my body tightened, and he lapped hungrily at the arousal he created.
He was wearing entirely too many clothes for him to do what I needed. Pressure built in my core, and butterflies fluttered against my stomach as the sounds of pleasure escaped my throat. Rhys pulled his fingers away from my pussy, and I whimpered at the loss of them. I turned as he stood, lifting me by my hips, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Rhys walked us toward the desk. His arm swept over it, sending his files and laptop clattering to the floor.
Setting me down, he lowered himself between my legs, pushing them apart to gently kiss my apex as I watched. I slid my hands through his hair, and he lifted, kissing me hungrily until I almost came from the intensity of it alone. I grabbed his suit jacket, undressing him hurriedly. He growled against my mouth, capturing my hands to place them onto the desk behind me.
Rhys stepped back, silently taking in my naked body. I blushed from the power burning in his eyes. His fingers worked the buttons on his dress shirt, slowing revealing the rippling muscles and beautifully etched curves of his body. Swallowing past the dryness in my mouth, I lowered my stare to the V-line that led beneath his slacks. Much to my disappointment, he didn’t shed them before stepping closer.
I lifted my hands and lowered my mouth, kissing his chest in the middle before raining soft kisses over the edges of his six-pack. Rhys was built for war. The perfect design of sleek muscles and hard edges that drove women crazed to be conquered. My teeth found his pierced nipple and pulled against it playfully. His hands slipped through my hair, removing the pins as it fell freely down my back.
“I’m not going to last very long if you keep teasing me with that hungry mouth, Love,” he warned, cupping my cheeks to lift my mouth to his.
“I’m okay with that,” I whispered against his lips, hearing his moan that empowered me to act brazenly. Rhys slowly pushed me down onto his desk, parting my legs and pushing my knees up, spreading me fully before him. He held me there, staring at the arousal coating my sex with the need he created.
Rhys leisurely kissed his way down my body, slowing when he reached the middle of my breasts, turning his attention to one with renewed hunger. His teeth worried the rose-colored tip, his tongue brushing against it slowly. He stared at me as I writhed on his desk, my hands lowering to the edge, holding it tightly while he learned my body intimately. He moved to the other breast, showering it with the same heated kiss before he once again started toward the one place I needed him most.
The moment he reached my wanted destination, he turned his attention to my thighs, slowly kissing his way to my ankle. His fingers brushed over the back of my knee, sending my pulse racing to my core. He laughed huskily, standing to lavish the other leg with the same attention, moving his way back toward my center. His heated mouth claimed my clit without warning, sucking it hard between his lips, causing me arch off the desk, coming without warning in a violent orgasm.
He moaned against my core, staring at me while I blinked, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened as moans left my throat, and the room spun around me. Rhys didn’t release my clit. He didn’t even pretend to care that I’d come harder than I had ever come before in my entire life. My whole body vibrated with a shudder that continually escaped past my lips as a whimpered cry.
Rhys picked me up, kissing me hard while walking us toward the bed, dropping me. He watched my still trembling body bounce on the mattress. I smoothed my hands over my belly, but he stopped them, capturing them to pin above my head. He settled between my thighs, peering down at me with heat glowing in his azure gaze.
“That belongs to me tonight, woman. Do not touch it unless I tell you that you can. Spread your legs and drop your knees apart. Show me what belongs to me, Remington,” Rhys ordered, lowering his mouth to mine, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. He bit into it softly, pulling back with a growl that reverberated through his chest, sending a shiver rushing through me. My legs dropped open, and he smiled, releasing my lip as he sat back, staring at the mess between my thighs that he’d created. “Good girl.”
He stood slowly, backing up a step, working the buttons on his suit pants. He paused to make sure he had my undivided attention as he grinned, freeing his huge, thick cock that jutted up proudly against his stomach. He allowed the pants to slide down his legs, easily stepping out of them as he gripped his pulsing shaft, watching me hungrily licking my lip as the tip glistened with cum.
“Sit up,” he ordered, and I did. I sat up and leaned forward, pushing his hand away from the silken flesh as I kissed it, gazing up into his eyes. I let my tongue glide over the rounded top.
The tick in his jaw hammered, and his neck muscles constricted. The moment I took him into my throat to his base without warning, he gasped loudly. His fingers pushed through my hair, moving it away from my face. I pulled back, smiling around him, lavishing the sensitive edges while he studied me through hooded eyes. He allowed me to bring him to the edge, his chest tightening as his breathing grew l
abored. The muscles of his stomach clenched, and then he pushed my body back, trapping me beneath his. Darkly hooded eyes searched my face, and then he grabbed my hands, holding them above my head, parting my legs with his knee.
Rhys lowered his mouth, kissing me softly while I squirmed with need beneath him. I felt his hardness against my core, felt his thick cock pushing against my opening before he pulled back, and thrust his hips forward, watching me cry out while he stretched me painfully full. He buried himself within me to his base, and my body reacted violently, coming undone with the abrupt, painful entrance.
I whimpered his name, and he stared at me as my eyes blinked to dispel the blotches of light that filled them. My ears rang, and sweat covered my body. He released my hands, sitting back to stare down at where we were connected.
“Bloody hell, Love,” he grunted painfully while my body clenched against his throbbing cock. “You’re certain you have been fucked before?” His eyes held mine before they lowered, his fingers slowly parting my pussy to show him how tightly my body gripped against him. My core clamped down around him, trying to dispel his oversized cock.
“I ache,” I moaned, the burning stretch he created making my body pulse with the need for him to move. He was largely endowed, filling every inch of me full with his throbbing cock.
“You’re so gorgeous.” His eyes lifted, watching me trembling through the storm that refused to abate. His lips tugged up in the corners, watching yet another orgasm explode through me the moment his fingers grazed over my clit. “You’re so tight around me, sucking me off while you come for me.”
Rhys slowly moved within me, and I cried out his name. My hands wound through the blankets, twisting in them as he rocked against my apex. He groaned loudly while my body gripped him tightly, milking him while he slowly danced me back to the edge. The moment before I would have danced over the edge again, he stopped, lifting my body against his. He rose to sit back on his knees, kissing me breathless, moving us until I was straddling him as he lay back on the bed, peering up at me through burning eyes that searched my face.
“Ride me, woman. I want to watch your pretty eyes glow with wonder while I am buried within your tight cunt. You’re so fucking responsive to my touch,” he murmured, smiling at me with mischief dancing in his pretty gaze.
Rhys reached up, squeezing my breasts before dragging his heated stare down my body ravenously. He placed his hands on my hips, directing me to move slowly. He watched everything. The motion of my body. The speed I moved my hips in. When I started to unravel, he held me in place, denying me. I moaned, rocking my body with the need to come again. He smirked, leaning up to suck one nipple into his mouth, moving his tongue in a circle around the hard, pink tip. He lay back, directing my hips again as he slowly moved within me.
He continued denying me until I grew frustrated, which I knew he was aware of his effect on me. Lowering his eyes, he watched his fingers stroke my clit, growling from deep in his chest at my hooded stare, burning with need for him.
“You’re so fucking tight and perfect around my cock, Remington.”
“I’d be more perfect if you let me come,” I murmured huskily, shocked at the silkiness and need buried in my tone.
“You light up when you come for me,” he hissed, lifting my hips, slamming me down hard on his thick erection. “Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes,” I murmured, leaning down to claim his lips.
He slowly controlled the speed of our bodies, slamming me down every few moments until it hit on every nerve ending, firing them all up at once while he watched me pulling back to assist in my undoing.
“Look at me and don’t close your pretty blue eyes. I want to see them light up with wonder when you come on my cock,” Rhys ordered, slowly rocking my hips until I was assisting him. The coil in my stomach tightened, and I started to sweat as he slowly brought me to the edge of another orgasm.
He didn’t release my hips, guiding my body and the angle in which he entered me. I lowered my head, holding his eyes while everything with me began to unfurl. Rainbow prisms filled my vision, and butterflies took flight within me.
My skin broke into goosebumps, and he lifted me, slamming me down onto his cock repeatedly. The scream ripped from my throat. His name escaped my lips like he was my savior, and I’d worship him until my dying days. Rhys continued thrusting into my body, extending the length of the orgasm until tears escaped my eyes. The beauty of the pleasure rocked my foundation and forced my walls to break apart and crumble, and he watched it happen.
“Goddamn, Remington. You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Rhys rolled us until I was beneath him, then he withdrew from my body, kissing my back while adjusting me on the bed.
He placed me on my belly, lifting my hips, before spreading my knees apart with his. Rhys slid his hands over my hips and pushed into my body, going further than any man had ever gone. I whimpered, jolting from the fullness and pain it created. His dark laughter sent a chill racing up my spine seconds before his fingers followed the trail of it to my neck. Fingers twisted through my hair, and he pulled me up, forcing me flush against his body as he slowly worked his hips, grinding his cock into my flesh.
“Remember when I told you that you’d like this position?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” I replied through whimpers while he worked my body slowly to a boiling point once more.
“Let me know what you think of it when I’m finished wrecking your cervix,” he growled, pushing me down as he let loose.
His fingers bit into my hips while he moved behind me, chuckling when I exploded around him. I cried his name while he slammed against my hips. I grabbed the blankets, biting them to muffle my screams, while he took me to the cliff, forcing me to dance upon it as the sounds of our bodies slapping against one another filled the bedroom. Rhys tensed behind me, and I felt his cock jerking within me. Then, he leaned over, kissing my spine, moaning as he released into my clenching need.
“Remington,” he growled while I bucked against him, gluttonously needing more.
“I don’t like it, Rhys,” I whispered, smiling into the blanket. Rhys tensed behind me, his hands still holding my hips. “I love it, and I need more. I need all of you. I hope that wasn’t everything you’ve got to give me. I’m a greedy bitch, so I need you to destroy me more,” I moaned, rocking my ass against him, feeling his smile curving against my shoulder.
“I’m so glad you said that because we’ve got twenty-three hours left, Love. Round two starts now.” His hand slapped against my ass, and my head fell back screaming his name while I impaled myself hard on his thick, pulsing cock. “You’re a naughty little bitch. You’re about to get wrecked, and I promise to leave you a sated, whimpering mess.”
Rhys hadn’t been lying. He used every moment of the time we had together, stopping only to feed me or supply whiskey to keep us hydrated. He’d even poured it over my pussy, lapping against it hungrily while he cracked jokes about me offering it to him the night we’d met.
In the morning, I woke cradled in his arms with my head against his heart. Instead of feeling sore or preventing him from another round, I let him have me outside of the time allotment, and slumbered more, only to repeat it until my body cried out with the need to rest. Even then, we didn’t stop touching one another. It was as if some invisible tether was tied securely around us.
26
I awoke to someone playing with my hair, and my lips curled into a sleepy smile. Lifting my head, I peered into sleepy azure eyes before Rhys pounced on me. He pushed me down onto the bed, running his nose over my cheek. I moaned as he spread my legs apart, entering me hard and fast. It forced a soft cry to escape at the delicious soreness he’d created, lifting my mouth to his, which he pulled back, grabbing my hands to hold me down.
Opening my mouth, I gasped, shattering as he sent me over the edge quickly. He joined me as his body thrust a few more times before it stiffened, and he smiled, pressing his forehead against mine.
“You were made for me, weren’t you, Remington?” he asked huskily. His eyes widened, and he slowly pulled out of my body, rolling from the bed to grab a pair of sweats from the floor.
I sat up, pulling the wrinkled sheet up against my body, smiling at him. He sat on the couch, studying me. I could feel him closing down as if he’d not meant to say what he had. Swallowing, I stood and plastered a fake smile on my face.
“Thanks for last night, and this morning, Rhys,” I whispered awkwardly. I started backing up while his stare followed me as if he weren’t sure what was happening. “See you later.” I waved clumsily, never having done the walk of shame before, even though our rooms were connected.
“What are you doing, Love?”
I hiked my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the door. “I’m going to go, because I’ve never had to deal with the whole morning after, and you’re looking at me like you’re about to let me down. I get that you do this whole punish yourself shit, but this was just a man and woman fucking, so don’t beat yourself up over it. It was fun, right?” I said awkwardly, chewing my lip, and he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes to angry slits.
“Come here,” he growled, sitting back in the chair.
I slowly moved toward him, apprehension fueling my nerves. When I reached him, he pulled me down to him, forcing me to straddle his legs, causing the sheet to drop away from my body. He held my waist, watching me chewing my bottom lip nervously.
“It was fun? You think what we did was fun,” he laughed soundlessly. Lifting his fingers through my hair, he twisted my head, pulling my mouth down close to his. His lips brushed against mine, and he lifted his hips to show me he was ready for more. “You don’t get to dismiss me, Remington,” he warned.
