by A. M. Wilson
I’m barely beyond the threshold when he relieves me of the bag on my shoulder. The leash in my hand vanishes next. He grasps my hands in both of his and advances until my back hits the wall. Vast chocolate brown eyes fill my vision. His body cages mine.
The next breath catches in my throat as his lips seal over mine. He drops my hands in order to bury one of his in the heavy curls at the nape of my neck. His grip stings only a little as he tilts my head to the left. The kiss deepens while he invades my mouth with his tongue. He tastes of coffee and mint and sin.
The taste of him is dizzying and electrifying all at once. We’ve kissed before, but nothing as all-consuming as this. Our bodies push and pull against one another in both a race and a slow dance. Hurrying and taking our time all at once. His other hand settles on my hip in a possessive squeeze that soaks my panties.
Rhett can’t hide the fact he’s out of breath as he yanks his mouth away from mine. Broad shoulders beneath my hands heave in time to heavy pants. His reddish lips glisten in the dim hotel room lights. I gaze up at him openly and compliant, waiting for what he has planned.
He reaches out and swipes his thumb along my lower lip, drying the evidence of our kiss with one sinful touch. I expect him to pull away, but he does the opposite. Rhett pushes the flat of his thumb into my mouth and against my tongue.
“Get on your fucking knees for me, baby girl. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of this mouth.”
15
Rhett
The sight of Evie lowering herself to the ground before me sends a spike of pleasure to my cock. If I thought I was hard before, it’s nothing compared to the steely erection I have now. Other than my first time, I can’t remember being more ready to fuck than I am at this moment. I’m about ready to join her on my knees and thank the fucking Lord that I have more patience and willpower than I did as a teen. As much as I want to sink myself deep inside and not come up until she’s screaming my name, I’m going to make this last long into the night. For all I know, this might be the only one we spend together.
I plant my palm on the wall above her head as the other works open my button and fly. Her gaze hot on mine is a mixture of desire and anticipation.
“So pretty and patient,” I croon.
She licks her lips. “Hurry, Rhett,” she rasps. I release the wall to caress her chin just as I get my pants open. She follows my hand with her cheek when I pull back to shove the garments down my thighs. I spring free, hard and ready, in front of her waiting mouth.
“Show me what you can do,” I taunt in a playful tone. She flips the script by taking me into her hand and sucking me into her hot, wet mouth.
“Fuck…”
My face tips to the ceiling as my eyes slam shut. She expertly uses her tongue around the tip. I fist her hair in a tight grip and encourage her to bob faster.
“Take me deeper, Rosie,” I grunt. As she complies, I bring my gaze back to her to find her staring up at me. Her big eyes are sultry and hooded. A different man would snap a picture, but I’m pretty sure the image of my cock tucked between her perfect lips will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.
“You’re such a good girl. You’ve been waiting for a taste of my cock, haven’t you, beautiful?”
Her responsive hum sends a hot spike of pleasure through my gut. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but I harden more in her expert mouth.
“Are you going to make me come?” I groan and tighten my fist in her hair.
She closes her eyes and swirls her tongue around the head before pulling me deeper into her throat.
I yank her head back until her mouth releases me. “Answer me,” I grit through a clenched jaw.
A string of spit clings from her lip to my tip.
“Yes,” she gasps.
Fuck. This woman. Forget what I wanted earlier. I want her to make me come, but I’ll be damned if the first time is in her hot little mouth. I feel like a man possessed. One touch from her is near enough to send me over the edge. I’m equally enraged and excited by the prospects of tonight.
I want to use her up at the same time she uses me.
My grip directs her to rise from her knees. “Not in your mouth,” I grunt as I press her into the wall at her back. I take her lips in a deep, lingering kiss, not giving that first fuck that she just had it stuffed with my cock. My free hand reaches between us and gathers her skirt in a fist.
“Take your panties off,” I order between sweeping my tongue in her mouth and nibbling on her juicy bottom lip.
Her neck arches back. I use the movement to layer my lips across her exposed throat. Evie’s flurried movements dash beneath the flowy fabric to yank off her underwear. The sassy minx stuffs her drawers in the pocket of my sagging jeans, reminiscent of the day we met when she shoved something else into my pocket.
I grin against her throat. “I hope you know I’m keeping those.”
“You can start a collection,” she smarts back.
“I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you. Lift your leg, Rosie.”
She does as I demand and wraps her thigh around my hip. The material of her skirt stays high on her leg, keeping her exposed. I deftly slide on a rubber and grip a handful of thigh when I’m finished. My fingers of the other hand encircle her soft throat. Her breath hitches with the pressure while her eyes seek mine in the dim room.
“I’m going to wait just like this until you guide me in you.” My thumb brushes over her thundering pulse point. I swear I can detect an uptick in heartbeats. I shuffle a few inches closer until I’m wedged between her thighs, and my dick brushes her wetness. The touch of her delicate fingers startles me into sucking in a sharp breath.
Her eyes, hooded and daring, don’t leave mine as she notches the head of my dick at her opening.
“Hang on to my shoulders.”
Just as the warmth of her palms land on me, I bury myself in her with one swift thrust. She cries out and throws her head back against the wall.
“Goddamn, you feel good,” I grunt, pulling back and sinking deep again. “Give me your eyes, Rosie.” The hand I have on her thigh slides back to grip her ass. I hope my fingers imprint tiny bruises that shock her when she discovers them a few days from now. I want to give her pieces to remember me by. To leave my mark on her.
Her head rocks forward, giving me what I need to read her. Her mouth drops open on a pant as I bend my knees and drive deep into her enveloping heat. She claws at my back, pulling the cotton fabric for leverage I don’t want to surrender. I want to keep her like this, off balance and nearing the edge, until I’m ready to send her over.
Without asking, she yanks my shirt up and over my head.
“Show me your tits,” I growl.
One at a time, she pulls them out of the top of her shirt, and I can’t help but groan at the sight.
“That’s so fucking sexy. They’re pushed up like a corset. God, you’re beautiful,” I praise, keeping a steady pace.
Her bare skin feels fucking fantastic on mine. I lean in, grip flexing on her throat, and smash her tits to my chest. Her nipples press into me, making me wish I had more hands so I could grab them while I hold her throat and keep her leg held high. I want to touch her everywhere.
“I’m close.”
“I know, Rosie.”
“Are you close?”
“I’m going to explode inside you.”
“Please,” she begs, her mouth dropping open as a cry tears up her throat.
“My name, Rosie, say it,” I grit between clenched teeth, holding back as her walls squeeze the fuck out of my dick.
She gasps, “Rhett.” She gives in easily this time, letting my name roll from her luscious lips.
With my grip on her throat, I pin her against the wall, fucking her harder and faster as her orgasm drags out mine.
“That’s it, beautiful. Right there,” I groan and bury my face into the tender crook of her neck as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life. My cock tw
itches with each jetted seed shot into her warmth. My grip loosens around her throat, and I stroke the softness there. She hangs onto my shoulders that rise and fall with labored breaths as we both float from weightless bliss back to my modern hotel room.
“I have to say… if that’s the type of attention you give a girl, I can’t blame you for having a harem,” she teases, but the mention of other women I’ve been with ticks me off.
“No,” I growl, pressing my body snugly against hers. The mostly naked soft curves mold against me like two halves of the same whole. “You’re the only girl to receive that devotion.”
Her eyebrows crease adorably over hooded eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“No one has made me feel the need to possess them like you do.” I run my nose from her temple to her chin. “No one,” I reiterate, grabbing her throat in a gentle hold.
She gazes deeply into my eyes, her olive-green ones swirling with an inferno of desire. “Then possess me.” She cranes her neck to reach my lips, but I hold her pinned by her throat.
“Nuh-uh. I want to show you something.”
I brush my thumb over her red, swollen lips and force the soft pillow into her teeth. The flick of her tongue against the digit sends blood rushing to a certain appendage. Bells for round two ding in my head as I spin her to the opposite wall in front of the floor-length mirror.
“Hands up,” I order.
She flattens both palms against the mirror at shoulder height. I nudge her thighs apart until she’s spread before me like she’s about to get frisked. With an easy shove, her flowy skirt pools at her feet. I don’t even need to urge her to step out before she’s hastily kicking it aside.
“Eager, baby?”
She traps her lower lip between her teeth and nods. I ease behind her, my dick nestled between the cheeks of her ass, and I reach around her torso to take a mound of heavy tit in my hand.
“Look how gorgeous you are. A fucking queen.”
Her bodysuit sits bunched around her waist, the only garment remaining. Her head lolls back on my shoulder as I pinch her dusky nipple into a tight peak.
“You’re going to watch me worship you.” We lock eyes in the mirror. The flush on her alabaster cheeks disguises the freckles there.
With a final pluck to her sensitive tip, I lower myself to my knees, kissing my way down her naked back. My teeth graze the skin of her ass. A swipe of tongue greets the curve between the swell of her ass and thigh. I crawl between her spread legs, giving myself an unrestricted view of her pussy, spread open and waiting for me. The lips are red and glistening.
The image reflected before Evie is hopefully an erotic one. From the front, she has her hands placed on the mirror, tits exposed, and all she can see is the back of my dark head. But if she looks down, she can meet my heated stare while I feast.
The scent of her arousal beckons me forward. The first swipe of my tongue sends a shudder through her so powerful, she nearly buckles. I wedge a shoulder beneath her thigh to help support her trembling legs as I dive back in. The flick of my tongue against her clit brings a chorus of breathy moans and swirling hips as she summons me deeper.
One glance upward reveals her attention locked on the mirror, watching our display intently. Her face contorts as I drive two fingers inside her, curling them deep and rubbing her walls. I add my teeth to her sensitive nub before massaging the sides with my tongue.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she gasps. Her calves flex, and she presses up on her tiptoes.
Without stopping, I toss one thigh over my shoulder, spreading her even wider as I drag my tongue along her slit to join my fingers. Her taste is intoxicating, and the warmth sends blood rushing to my cock. While I work her with one hand, the other drops to stroke my dick in the most erotic display of my life.
She’s seconds away from coming if the increased cries and dripping arousal are any indication.
“Don’t forget my name, Rosie.” The throaty demand provokes a tremble from her.
“Rhett!” she screams on a long wail as her pussy pulses around my fingers. I keep the digits driving into her, slowing the pace as the aftershocks spark, and remove my mouth.
My head thuds against the mirror at my back.
“You are incredible.”
Her tits tremble with her heaving breaths. She lowers herself to straddle my lap and glides her palms over my chest. “We aren’t finished yet.”
Hours later, losing count somewhere after orgasm eight for her, we lie tangled in the sheets of a messy hotel bed. Her chaotic curls drape over my naked chest, and I rub a twisted strand between my fingers.
“Hey, Rosie?”
“Yeah?” Her voice is hoarse and thick with sleep.
“Are we more than friends yet?”
She rolls her forehead to the center of my chest, taking the silky strand of hair with her. She stops in the middle of my torso as if she doesn’t have the strength to go any farther.
“Mm. Yeah. I think a night of marathon sex makes us more than just friends.”
The words settle somewhere deep in my chest for safekeeping.
16
Rhett
The light from the open window leaks through my eyelids and pulls me from a pleasant sleep. We forgot to close the shades last night. Without opening my eyes, I feel around the bed for the warm body that should be nearby. My fingers collide with wild curls before I find the rest of her not more than an arm’s length away.
I roll into her soft, smooth body and wrap my arms around her tight. I relish the way she fits like a puzzle piece against the length of my body. All her curves and angles were made exactly for mine.
Fuck, what am I thinking? If I were smart, I’d move us on from this incredible night. I’d kiss her, fuck her again, and send her on her way. Back to the convenience store and nights spent in our cars. We enjoyed one another, just like we joked we would. Scratching an itch, right? Then why does it feel like my entire body is covered in hives?
I don’t think once is enough for relief.
With a sigh, I shut down the thoughts and press a kiss to the smooth skin of her shoulder. She mumbles incoherently, bringing a smile to my face. I layer another in the same spot, then move a little higher to the curve of her neck. Even half-asleep, she presents the column of her throat and tilts her chin, wordlessly asking me to continue.
I oblige, turning her onto her back so I can reach the bottom of her chin before I roll fully on top of her to take her lips. We’re both still completely nude. The warmth of her body seeps into mine. She opens her knees, allowing me to situate my hips between her spread thighs.
This kiss is the opposite of the one from when we first arrived. Unhurried and slow, I coax her to open and brush my tongue gently against hers. The fact she isn’t pushing me off because it’s morning turns me on even more. Fuck a little morning breath. If I want to kiss her, that’s what I’m going to do.
I reach blindly to the remaining roll of condoms on the nightstand and manage to tear one off. Putting it on with one hand is more difficult, and she reaches between us to take over. I plant my elbows into the bed at our side and take her gorgeous face in both of my hands.
“Are you sore this morning?” I suck in a sudden breath as she rolls the condom down my length and gives me a smooth stroke. The jolt of pleasure wakes me better than any morning cup of coffee.
“A little.” Without waiting for my direction, she guides me to her opening and notches just the tip.
I place a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose. “A gentle fuck it is then.” I piston my hips inch by inch, letting her take me slow. I dip my three middle fingers into my mouth to wet them and reach between our bodies to circle her clit. She gasps, then moans my name as her pussy instantly floods around my dick.
“Good girl,” I groan. “There’s another to add to my list.”
“Oh, you… you…” She fails to complete her thought as her words cut off on a needy whine.
With one more thrust, I seat myself fully inside. I
pause to enjoy the sensation of her slick walls squeezing me. She’s very responsive. Judging by her bucking hips and quiet whimpering, I can tell that she’s working herself up with my motionless pace.
“Rhett, please move,” she cries and digs her fingers into my back.
“Shh.” I silence her by stealing her lips. My tongue plunges back into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm as I start to move at a steady pace.
Evie grips and claws at my back in an attempt to make me move faster, but I know she’s sore from last night. She might not care, but I do. More than I’ll probably admit to her face. Knowing she’s walking with a slight limp speaks to the caveman inside me, but the side that wants to keep her safe takes it nice and easy.
So I remain steady as I fuck her. My mouth keeps hers busy as my fingers thrum her clit. I circle one direction, then the other. I spread my fingers and rub up and down the sides. All the while, I can feel her orgasm building in the tension of her legs and the sounds of her cunt.
She pulls away from my mouth, disengaging us as her head slams back and arches on the pillow. “Rhett!”
“That’s it, Rosie. Come on my cock, honey.”
She squeezes around my dick, and I drop my head to her flushed chest to suck a hard nipple into my mouth. Her hands fly to the back of my head, holding me there as she screams. “Oh, oh, oh, please don’t stop!”
My balls tighten and draw up. Sweat mists my hairline. I may not be working at a punishing pace, but our fucking is still hot and sweaty. I hold off as long as I can while I keep pushing myself into her. She finally lets go in a long, continuous pulsing wave that milks my orgasm out of me.
“Fuck!” I release her nipple to shout and drop my forehead to the center of her chest. She clings to the back of my head, trapping me against her breasts. If I died right this second, it’d be a damn good way to go.
