Chapter Five
Molly
I hold Rhett’s giant cock in my hand, licking and sucking as he fists into my hair.
“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he groans under his breath as he guides my head onto his dick over and over again.
I liked when he called me trouble before, but now… I like it even more. There’s something about a big, strong man telling you how much trouble you’re causing while you’re sexually pleasuring them that’s doing it for me.
Hell, everything Rhett does, does it for me. And though I’m probably not going to remember much of this in the morning, I hope I remember the conversation we had beforehand. His words filled me up in ways I’ve never been filled before. Well, to be fair, so is his cock.
He presses deep into my throat until I’m gagging on his length, tears rolling down my cheeks as sounds of pleasure spike into the air before he pulls out and leans down toward my face, landing his rough lips against mine. “Fuck, I need you.” His tongue slides into my mouth, twisting roughly with a growl. “I’ve needed you so damn long.” He lifts the oversized t-shirt up off my frame and kisses me again before staring down at my exposed skin.
I’m soaking wet. I’ve been soaking wet. Alcohol usually does that to me, but more than that, Rhett does. Talking about harems with him has got me thinking about what life would be like to have him next to me. Making his breakfast in the morning before work, feeling his big hand on my back as he passes me in the hall, listening to his day as we sit by the fireplace in the early dark of the winter months, climbing into bed together and snuggling into his big, safe arms.
I unbutton his shirt and stare up at the perfectly sculpted body of my brother’s best friend. He’s tall and thick, built by hard work with strong shoulders and swollen biceps. His chest is covered in hair and there’s a trail that leads straight down to the land of giants. I tried hard not to think of Rhett over the years, but that didn’t mean I didn’t notice him. He’s always been the kind of guy that commands attention.
He lifts me from the bed and pulls me close to his frame, poking me in the stomach with this hard cock as he cups my breast in his hand. “You know I didn’t like seeing you on Maverick’s lap, right?”
I bite back a grin. “Yeah, I know.”
“So, now you’ve gotta be punished.”
A streak of excitement rattles through me as he guides me onto my hands and knees facing the mirror attached to the dresser on the opposite side of the bed. What is this night and why do I feel like I’m probably asleep in bed with Tyler, and this is all a dream? A dream I’m thankful for, but none the less, a dream.
I should stop reading so much before bed.
Rhett rubs is big, calloused hand over my bare ass, then hauls back and spanks me hard, sending ripples over my ass and up my back. “Tell me what you did.”
“I,” my clit is twitching, “climbed up on Maverick. I was grinding on his lap.”
He spanks me again and again. “Tell me how he got you wet.”
Air won’t filter through my lungs. I’ve never been this hot in my life. “What?”
“Tell me how he got you wet.” His tone is dark, and though I thought Rhett hated the idea of me on another man’s lap, I think a part of him might like it.
“His hands felt good on my waist, and his dick pressed against my panties.”
Another hard smack. This one’s so hard that vibrations rumble through me and over my clit.
“You can’t help but turn everyone on, can you?” he says, his voice low as he flips me back and tugs me toward his waiting girth. “I don’t have a condom.” he groans, poking against the wetness at my entrance.
“Do you need one?”
“Fuck.” He pulls me up and sucks my hard nipple, scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud before kissing his way up toward my ear. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”
“Fuck me, Rhett. I need to feel you.” I lick my lips as I beg with need, but I’ve barely gotten the words free from my mouth before he tugs my body close and sinks into me. His hands adjust at my hips, and he presses in firmly. I’m drunk enough to let this happen, but not so drunk that I don’t understand the repercussions of this moment.
Rhett and I have a secret now. A secret no one else can know… not ever.
“Fucking hell you’re tight.” He’s breathless as he thrusts harder and deeper. A goliath of a man is bent over me, holding my head up so he can watch my face as he thrusts.
I have no sexual experiences outside of Tyler, and while I’m not trying to compare Tyler to Rhett, mostly because this isn’t even a comparison, I can’t help but notice how different this experience is from what I’ve had in the past.
Previously, when Tyler and I had sex, it was methodical, almost as though we were performing a surgery. We’d get undressed, slide under the covers, and I’d try to act interested while he did his thing. Even in the beginning, our lovemaking was lackluster. He never really looked at me the way Rhett is looking at me right now. He never touched me the way Rhett touches me. He never explored me the way Rhett is exploring me.
Rhett plows into me harder and harder, digging into my hips as his long, hard dick discovers places never touched before.
I sigh and squirm beneath his weight as he presses in and out of my soaking pussy. He’s so thick, splitting me in two as he works me over.
His gaze is glossy and focused as he growls, “Fuck, your little pussy… just fuck! Look at me, trouble. I want to see that face when you come on my cock.”
I stare at him, studying the dark brown haze in his eyes as he pummels into me over and over again with a grunting groan that’s impossibly magnificent in every way.
At least the secret will be worth keeping, because never having experienced this would be sad. Really, really sad for future me. I mean, now I know what it feels like to have a man want you. To have a man desire you. To have a man take you over and rearrange your insides with passion. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Hell, it’s even better than any book could ever describe it.
He reaches between us and circles my clit as he holds me in place with the opposite hand. “You like the idea of all these men all over you, don’t you? You want their filthy hands on your little pussy?”
Oh God, is he into it?
“Yeah,” I moan and squirm to the side, capturing his hand as he thrusts harder. “I’d like that.”
He blows out a breath. “You’d like to be taken over and controlled, told where to kneel and what to suck?”
Oh my God!
My clit swells and every bit of reserve I have comes spilling to the surface until I’m writhing beneath him in an echoing chamber of disordered release. My muscles contract wildly from head to toe, and my mind goes completely blank as my eyes roll up into my head and my toes curl forward.
This seems to get him going as well. “That’s right, but I’ll fuck you last. I’ll take your sloppy little pussy all filled with come and I’ll make you mine again.” He thrusts into me harder one last time, then growls out in pleasure as he comes.
My body shakes as he holds his glistening frame up against me.
“Fuck… you felt good.” He lands a kiss on top of my head then kisses the nape of my neck as he pulls out and lies beside me in bed.
We’re both panting as he draws me into his arms, and I lay against his hairy chest, calmer now than I’d been a few hours ago.
“You okay?” His voice is so deep that the sound reverberates as he speaks. It’s a gentle, comforting rumble that leaves me feeling like I’m in a cozy bundle of perfection. How is this man single? Why do I never see him with other women? Why in the hell is he in bed with me?
“Yeah,” I whisper, running my fingertip along the trail of hair on his stomach. “You?”
He hums out a deep response of contentment, and though I wonder if we’ll be okay come morning, right now everything is perfect… except the yellowing light fixture on the ceiling. That really needs to go.