Chapter 34
34
MADDIE
R hys lifts me, and my legs wrap around his trim waist. Giggles bubble from my mouth as a nervous thrill races through me when Rhys steps forward and kicks the door of the study room closed behind us.
White-hot arousal pools between my legs. “We’re really going to do this? In the library?” I whisper scandalously into his ear.
His arms gather under my ass so he can hoist me higher, high enough for him to drag his hot lips against the sensitive skin of my neck. “We absolutely are,” his answer is rumbly and resolute.
I let out a tiny moan as his lips find an area right above my collarbone that sends a shock of pleasure hurtling through me. The tension between my thighs winds tighter. Wet heat blasts through my core, and I can feel how damp my panties are already.
“Rhys,” his name escapes my throat as a plea. There must be something about hearing me say his name like that that he really likes, because a rough growl pulls from his throat, and his kisses on my neck become more frantic.
He sets me down on the edge of the table, his lips still singing my skin.
I grab his jacket and pull it off his arms so I can run my hands along his back, feeling the warm, hard muscles underneath his shirt.
My breaths are heavy and hoarse as he ravishes me with kisses, nipping along the outline of my jaw. My senses are full of him: the warmth of his lips, the firm contours of his muscles, the hard plane of his chest against my breasts, his scent in my nose.
Anticipation builds up inside me, and my center feels like a pool of liquid fire. Just this feels so damn good, I’m almost scared of how good what Rhys really has in mind is going to feel.
My stomach tilts when Rhys reaches for my waist and snaps open the button of my corduroy pants. Torturously slowly, he drags my zipper down, the mechanical sound ratcheting the tension higher.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he rasps.
I pull in a sharp breath of shock as sparks scatter over my skin, and before I can say anything, Rhys’s lips crush to mine. His tongue is insatiable, darting into my mouth and lashing against my own.
Rhys grabs hold of the waist of my pants, the rough backs of his fingers scraping against my skin. He starts to pull, and I tilt my hips so he can slide them past my butt. His lips leave mine, and he kneels, tugging my pants down my legs and letting them fall to the floor.
His gaze points directly between my legs. Flames lick at his amber eyes, his expression growing sharp with intensity. I know he can see exactly how damp I am.
His hands grip the softness of my hips as he moves closer. He drops hot kisses on my sensitive thighs, and I squirm with need as an ache of want thuds insistently between my legs.
“Maddie,” he groans as his kisses climb up my legs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. You know that?”
My stomach leaps with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety for Rhys’s lips to arrive at the apex of my thighs. I feel like I’m about to melt into a pool of goo.
Finally, I feel the pressure of Rhys’s tongue against my panties. He lightly drags the tip of it up the length of my slit. Pleasure bursts in my chest, and my thighs clench around his head.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Look how wet you are for me already. I can fucking taste you through your panties.”
After he pulls off my panties, I’m utterly exposed to him from the waist down. The look that gleams in his eyes is one of downright reverence.
“Look at you,” he says, breathlessly. “Your pretty pussy so pink and dripping wet.”
My brain is utterly scattered, the overwhelming sensations firing through me making it impossible to summon words.
Rhys places his hands on my knees and pushes my legs open. The muscles there are so tense and aching with want that my first instinct is to pull my thighs closer together again, and the force of Rhys’s hands holding them open only heightens the pleasure.
Rhys kisses me high on my thighs, everywhere except where I want to feel him most, getting so close that I’m squirming and bucking with frustrated want.
“You’re teasing me,” I whine.
He makes a cocky grunt of affirmation in his throat. “I am.”
I pout. “Why?”
“Because I want to hear you ask for it. Beg for it.”
Electricity shoots up my back. “Please, Rhys,” I mewl. “I need it.”
“What do you need?” he’s so fucking arrogant and self-assured. He knows exactly what he needs to do to drive me crazy.
“Your tongue,” I plead.
“Where?” he growls darkly.
“My pussy,” I moan.
Bliss ripples through me when he finally licks the length of my slit. He groans with satisfaction between my legs.
“Fucking hell. You taste even better than I always imagined. I didn’t think it was possible.”
He’s imagined tasting me like this? For how long? Since when?
But any ability for me to ask questions or engage in any rational thought melts into air when his lips and tongue begin to lap at my folds without restraint. His tongue snakes through me like he’s after every drop of my juices that my arousal can supply.
A tight coil of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt throbs deep in my center. Waves of bliss radiate through every limb, and a sharp thrill is constantly panging in my chest. It’s like the exact moment you crest over the highest peak of a rollercoaster at top speeds, but it’s drawn out and feels like it’ll never end.
My eyelids clench shut. My right hand grips the edge of the table while my left spears into the tangle of Rhys’s hair, grabbing a fistful to steady myself.
Rhys’s tongue slants over my tight nub of nerves, and a ball of even more intense pleasure throbs at the base of my spine. Dimly, I’m aware of my own voice chanting his name as his tongue swirls over my clit.
I gasp as he works one of his fingers into me. The walls of my pussy clench against the digit as he languidly fucks me with it. My whole center feels like an impossibly tight, impossibly hot coil of bliss. My chest is heaving, my nipples hard enough to cut glass, my skin coated in electricity, my brain melting.
Then, his tongue angles perfectly against my clit, and I unravel. The ball of pressure at my spine erupts, and unimaginable ecstasy fills me, blotting out my vision. My hips swivel as I ride out my release, Rhys drawing it out as long as he can.
I thought the orgasm Rhys gave me with his hands was incredible, but this is otherworldly. Time loses meaning, and I’m not sure if it’s seconds, minutes, or even hours that I spend with my eyes clenched shut and my hand a tight fist clenched around a tuft of Rhys’s hair as waves of bliss wash over me.
When my eyes flutter open, Rhys is still between my legs, looking at me. His eyes are warm with admiration, and my wet arousal all around his mouth is glistening from the overhead lights.
“Maddie, holy shit,” he marvels. “You look so fucking perfect when I’m making you come.”
He stands up, dragging his tongue around his lips, gathering up my juices on it. He makes a supremely pleased sound when he draws his tongue back into his mouth, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
He kisses me, and my eyes go wide at the unexpected thrill of my own flavor on his lips.
Then my eyes go even wider, because there’s a knock on the door.
A chill runs up my spine, and I go still as a stone. Did Rhys lock the door behind us? Were his hands too full of me to do so? I was far too distracted to even think of it at the time.
A couple hours ago I was worried about someone seeing Rhys’s hand on my butt outside—how much worse would it be for someone to walk in on us in a library study room while my pants are off and he’s standing between my legs?
That story would make it around campus by sunrise tomorrow.
Rhys grins slyly. “Occupied,” he calls over his shoulder.
The footsteps on the other side of the door pad away. Blush floods my cheeks as the tension dissipates. When Rhys’s gaze settles back on me, I erupt in relieved giggles, the post-orgasm euphoria only making my laughter giddier.
I drop my forehead to Rhys’s shoulder, and he pulls me close as we shake together in laughter. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
I spent the whole evening hanging out with Rhys, and it culminated in by far the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s really not easy to imagine how I could have a better day than this one.
I don’t know how long things are going to be like this between me and Rhys. Until we have sex, I guess. After all, that’s what I asked of him. I just wanted my first time to be good, to be something I wouldn’t regret.
Rhys cares about me, and when I told him my concerns about that, he decided to go even further and make sure I enjoy all the sexual firsts I still have to tick off. So far, he’s more than lived up to his promise.
But once we finish the big one, there will be no more reason for us to do stuff like this. Obviously. He’ll have done his duty, and we’ll go back to being friends.
But I’m so happy right now, so caught up in the moment, that even that thought isn’t able to penetrate through it and drag me down.
I hop off the table, and Rhys leans against the door, arms folded coolly in front of him, his eyes resting on me as I pull my clothes back on. He wears an appreciative expression as he observes, and it makes me feel flushed all over.
“Gotta be honest, Maddie,” he says slyly as we step outside the study room. “That was definitely a top ten study session of my life.”
I knit my brows. “Top ten?” I playfully push at him, but of course, his massive frame doesn’t move an inch. “Which ones were better?” I’m pretending to be outraged, but I know he’s joking.
He hums thoughtfully. “Well, last semester I went to a group study session where one of my classmates brought a big container of gummy bears for us to share. That one was pretty sweet. Then there was—ow!”
He jumps back to escape my fingers pinching his nipple. He angles himself away from me, drawing his arm over his chest, but he still wears a big smile on his face. “We agreed years ago nipple pinching was off limits!”
I tap my index finger and thumb together like a claw, then launch toward him. He yelps, running for the stairway, and instead of taking the elevator down, I bound after him down the stairs as our laughter bounces off the concrete of the narrow stairwell.
As mindblowing as the orgasm Rhys gave me was, I’m not even sure it was my favorite part of the night.