Chapter Twenty-Six
RHYS
The dam burst, and it’s a fucking race to rid each other of our clothes.
I know we’ve got a shit storm we need to deal with, but right now, my only focus is on making her feel good.
I’ve got no idea what tomorrow will bring, but I’ve been dreaming about having her here in my room, and I’m not going to waste a second of it.
My hands delve under her sweatshirt, gripping the tank top she’s got underneath and pulling both over her head.
She’s wearing a similar bra to the one she had on our first night together, but now that the lights are on, I take in my fill of her gorgeous body.
Her nipples peek through the thin lace fabric and make my mouth water.
I give in to the temptation, sliding my hands up her waist and cupping her big breasts.
They’re so much more than a handful, heavy and full in my palms as I knead and massage them.
Bristol moans, a sweet purr that goes straight to my aching cock.
She reaches for my shirt next, and I help her, shrugging it off and tossing it behind me to land somewhere for me to deal with later.
Warm, deft fingers start at my abdomen, smoothing over my tattooed skin.
My heart stutters in my chest, knowing there’s a good possibility of what she’s about to find.
Bristol takes her time, exploring my body, running over my V-lines, and over each defined ab.
She works her way up, shaky fingers facing upward as she drags her palm over my pecs.
Then she stops, a little gasp coming from her lips as her head cocks to the side, fingers tracing over the cursive letters that spell out her name inside a detailed heart.
“Rhys, that’s my . . .”
“Your name.”
“Why? How? What?”
My hands circle hers, bringing them up to my face, placing gentle kisses on the inside of each palm, then the delicate skin on the inside of each wrist.
“I got it done the day I met you. I knew you were the one, Bristol.”
“Rhys, I don’t know what to say . . . That’s . . .”
“Crazy?” I fill in for her. Bristol giggles, a light sound that fills my heart with so much goddamn love.
“Yeah. Yeah, crazy.”
“You do crazy things when you’re in love.”
Bristol looks at me for a split moment, her eyes glassing over with unshed tears, then it’s gone, replaced with a lust-filled haze that I feel down into my bones.
She lunges for me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss.
I open for her, our tongues clashing, caressing, and melding together. She’s pure ecstasy, and I’m an addict.
The urge to see her naked body in the light consumes every other need. I break our kiss, leaving my woman panting and leaning for more. Giving her a light little push, she lies down on her back, my hands finding the button of her jeans.
“May I?”
“Only if you strip next.”
I give her a little wink that I know drives her crazy. “Anything for you.”
I work her jeans down, underwear in tow, slowly revealing inch by glorious inch of her body to me.
It’s like unwrapping the most anticipated gift of a lifetime.
I’m a pretty stable man, my emotions don’t run too far in any which way, and I’m always in control of them, until I met her.
Especially right now, as I throw her jeans and underwear off to the side and look down at the image sprawled out in front of me.
“Gorgeous,” I say on a rough exhale, more to myself than anything else. Bristol blushes, her cheeks and chest brightening a deep crimson that is so fucking pretty, I can’t help but smile.
I swear I’ve never seen anyone like her before. The entire room seems to shift under my feet as I gaze down on her, seeing her completely naked for the first time. There’s no darkness to conceal her, no trees or clouds to cast shadows. She’s bare, and she’s all mine.
Bristol pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, fingers digging into the sheets at her sides as she allows me this unobstructed view.
My eyes follow the curve of her silhouette, her body soft in all the right ways that drive me crazy.
Her hips flare out, and I can’t wait to grip them, hold onto them while she rides me.
Her legs are long, smooth lines, leading up to her decadent center that I’m eager to explore.
There’s so much warmth to her sexiness, a healthy, vibrant fullness that makes her look like she’s better suited to be a bombshell on a magazine cover than on my old bed inside a motorcycle clubhouse.
She’s a goddamn knockout, gorgeous in a way that doesn’t feel fragile or untouchable, even though I don’t deserve the privilege.
I’m completely and thoroughly, helplessly enamored.
“Your turn. You’ve had your fill,” she whispers, breaking me out of my trance. She lifts her leg, dropping her toes to my chest and pushing. I go willingly, standing at the foot of the bed to shuck myself of my boots and jeans.
Her eyes trace over every inch of my body, and when I can’t take it anymore, I kneel forward onto the bed, my weight dipping the mattress until I’m sitting up on my knees in front of her, stroking my length in my fist. Pleasure zips through me like a live wire, electricity shooting outward, injecting my veins with a potent, heady dose of lust and desire.
My cock pulses with need, a bead of precum pooling at the slit. God, I love the way her eyes are eating me up, her tongue peeking out and swiping between her lips.
“Can I?” she asks, hesitantly.
“You want my cock in your mouth, love?” I ask as I stroke myself from root to tip.
She quickly scrambles to her knees, dropping to all fours in front of me.
The way she’s looking at my cock like it’s her new favorite meal is doing amazing things for my ego.
She looks up at me with her big, beautiful hazel eyes, making my control slip even further.
“Anything for you.”
Fuck me, seeing her want me like this is going to wreck me.
I watch as she opens her mouth wide and sticks out her pretty pink tongue.
I tap the center with the head of my cock, purple and engorged, ready to slip down her throat.
The moment her lips close around my head, a deep growl escapes my lips that comes from some place primal.
My hands gently hold the sides of her face, cradling her head as I help guide her, my fingers massaging into her hairline.
I’ve never seen a prettier sight, and I feel like the world’s luckiest man for getting to experience her like this. I’ve done a lot of terrible things in my life, and getting to enjoy her is a gift I don’t deserve. But I’ll die before I let it go, deserving or not.
I gather her long black hair up in my hand, curling it around my fist to hold it back for her. It gives me a perfect view of her plush lips wrapped so tightly around my cock. God damn.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
Bristol moans around my length as I sink further in, sending pleasure zipping down my spine.
When she pulls back, she swirls her tongue around my crown before sucking me down again, taking me to the back of her throat and making me moan.
“That’s it, baby, so fucking good. Breathe through your nose and relax your throat. ”
She does exactly as I suggest, her body going laxer, her throat relaxing as I push the rest of the way in, my cock slipping down her throat.
“Now swallow,” I grind out through gritted teeth.
She swallows twice, and I swear I about black out.
“Fuuuuuck, just like that. You’re making me feel so good, my love, goddamn, your mouth is perfect.
You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” Bristol keeps up the motion, lifting and swirling her tongue over my head, and then taking me all the way back and staying deep.
When she looks up at me, all big hazel eyes filled with tears, her desire and need are etched into each of her features. But then she reaches between us, cupping my sack, and I practically collapse, my knees shaking, my hips stuttering. Shit, she’s going to make me come like this.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that.” My eyes trace over the gentle arched curve of her spine, the way her perky ass juts out.
Jesus Christ, I need to taste her. I pop her off my dick with a little squeal, easily flipping her onto her side.
Lying down next to her, I rest my foot on the inside of my knee to spread my legs, lining up my cock with her pretty, swollen lips.
Bristol adapts quickly, gripping the bottom of my shaft and feeding my length into her mouth.
“I need to taste your sweet pussy while you suck my dick, baby.”
Lifting her top leg, I push upward to really spread her open.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. Puffy pink lips spread open just enough for me to get a good look at her weeping center.
My mouth waters as I look at her, easily giving in to the temptation.
I dip my head between her legs, fitting my mouth right over her slit and licking, from hole to slit and everywhere in between.
I devour her. Bristol’s taste explodes on my tongue as I lap at her pretty pussy, loving the way she hums and moans around my cock as I do it.
It feels so good to pleasure her like this with her mouth stuffed full of my cock, and I know I’m not going to last long this round. Good thing we have all night before we have to face our demons in the morning.
“You’re taking me so well, tap my leg if you want me to pull out, you’re gonna make me come, baby. Don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
Wanting her to come with me, I press two fingers deep into her slick heat, curling them and massaging that sweet spot that should make her toes curl. My lips find her swollen little clit, and then I suck, short, quick pulses that make her scream around my length.
That’ll do it.
“I’m gonna come, tap if you don’t want to swallow it down,” I barely get out as my hips start to stutter, her legs shaking around my head. Her clit swells against my tongue, velvety walls fluttering around my fingers.
When she doesn’t tap out, I let myself go, my cock spurting ropes of cum into her hot little mouth. Bristol moans around me as we come together, our orgasms hitting hard. She shakes and convulses in my arms as I spill down her throat, and it has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I slip from her mouth, lifting her leg off my head and peeling us apart.
I’m quick to scoop her up, pulling her between my legs with her head resting on my chest. She’s heaving for breath, her lips swollen and puffy.
She looks thoroughly worked through, and I love this rumpled look on her.
I love being responsible for how blissed-out she is.
“You’re so perfect. Thank you.”
Bristol laughs lightly, her body rocking in my arms.
“Did you just thank me for blowing you, Rhys?”
“Sure did. Best thing I’ve ever experienced. Right next to being deep inside your tight pussy.”
“I never expected you to have a dirty mouth.”
“Does it bother you?”
“The opposite. I love it.”
“I could tell. You like the praise.” Bristol blushes, burying her face into my chest. But I’m not about to let her hide from me.
My hand tangles in her hair, lovingly tilting her head back so I can look at her as I speak.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying praise, for thriving under the reassurance of the gratefulness of your partner.
You were fucking perfect for me.” And then I capture her lips with mine.
Our tastes mingle on my tongue, and it makes me feral.
Knowing she just swallowed down my cum while I lapped up her sweetness, fuck.
We kiss for mere moments before my cock wakes back up, hardening under her waist where she’s resting on me. There’s so much I want to do to her, me getting inside her and making her see stars is a high priority.
Bristol breaks free, her eyes widening in shock as she wiggles against my hard-on. “Don’t you need a while before you can go again?”
“I only need a few minutes, if that. Extremely low refractory period.”
“Oh, god.”
“There’s no god here, my love. Only a Heathen.”