12. Rhett
All the boring wedding stuff was over - the photos, the speeches, having to talk to all the boring people. Now the party had started, and it was time to have some fun. Which, of course, meant hunting Scarlett down and seeing how long it would take me to get those blue eyes flashing.
She was standing next to a giant urn that was overflowing with flowers, looking so good it made my heart flip a little.
“Did I mention that your tits look amazing in that dress?” There was no lie, either. Her tits really did look amazing in the silky, floral, off the shoulder dress she wore.
“What a sweet and romantic thing to say.”
“Dance with me.”
“How can I resist your charming conversation? Really, no wonder all the women fall at your feet.”
I led her onto the dance floor and pulled her into my arms. “You weren’t thinking about my charming conversation last night.”
“Lucky for me, you let your dick do all the talking.”
Christ, this woman. The way the skirt flared at her hips and then draped to just below her knees made me want to bend her over, flip the skirt up, and fuck her into oblivion. Then tear the dress off and leave her in just those four inch black stilettos and do her all over again.
“What on earth are you thinking about?”
I told her. Without leaving out any details. The way she shot a furtive look around made me grin. “Relax. No one can hear us.”
“Well, you still shouldn’t say shit like that in public.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I am not!”
“Oh, so you’re turned on, then.”
“Maybe a little.”
My pulse leaped at the admission, and I pulled her closer.
“It’s just a shame we can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“You know…do anything. Right now, I mean. I’m, um…” She rubbed her lips together and pulled in some air, pressing her whole body against me.
I was more than happy to pick up what she was clearly putting down. “There are twenty bedrooms upstairs.”
“Hmm, boring.”
I arched a brow. “You had something else in mind?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Such as?”
Her breath was warm as she leaned in and said in a low voice, “It’s nice outside. I wouldn’t mind going for a walk.”
“A walk? Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
She giggled, pushing her hair over her shoulder. I should have been paying more attention, because she never giggled. Running the tip of her finger down my chest, she said, all flirty, “What are you waiting for? You gonna take me for a…walk?”
A quick glance around let me know that no one was paying us any attention. With my blood humming, I let Scarlett walk ahead of me, out through the wide doors, onto the terrace. “Where to?”
Her heels clicked on the stones as she walked across the terrace and headed down the steps. “Into the garden.”
I followed her like a puppy, my dick already twitching, and my hands itching to grab the top of her dress and pull it down. I was going to grab those perfect tits and…
As she led me down the pebbled path, I couldn’t help but admire the sway of her hips, the dress clinging to her body with every step. We were far enough from the party now that the laughter and music were just a distant hum, replaced by the chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the night breeze.
Scarlett stopped in front of an ancient oak tree, its branches sprawling out to form a natural shelter. She looked up at me with dark, hooded eyes, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on her skin. Before I could react, she pulled me under the branches and shoved me back against the tree. The bark was rough against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the hunger in her kiss, the way her lips crushed against mine, demanding and fierce.
I could feel the heat of her hand as she slid it over my groin, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through the fabric of my pants. “Oh, god, you are so fucking hard,” she murmured against my lips, a moan escaping her throat that went straight to my cock.
My hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, and I pulled it down with an urgency that matched my racing heart. The dress fell away, revealing her perfect breasts. I cupped them in my hands, my thumbs rolling over her nipples until they hardened, aching for more attention.
Scarlett’s fingers worked deftly at my pants, the sound of the zipper echoing in the quiet night. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around my cock, and I groaned at the feel of it.
“I’m gonna suck your cock so good, you’ll forget your own name,” she promised, her voice low and sultry, her eyes locked on mine as she sank to her knees. I threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her mouth to my cock, and let the sensations take over.
The cool night air did nothing for the heat coursing through my veins. Jesus Christ, the sight of Scarlett on her knees in front of me, taking charge, already had me all, Rhett who?
Her lips parted, and she took me into her mouth, the warmth enveloping my cock making me dizzy with need. She started slowly, her tongue tracing along the underside of my shaft, her hand stroking me in rhythm with her mouth. The party sounded like it was miles away as my entire existence centered on this one moment and the feel of Scarlett’s lips wrapped around me. I let out a groan as every nerve in my body seemed to hum.
She pulled away just long enough to say, “Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get back to the hotel.”
Her tongue darted out, teasing the head of my cock, and I let out a low growl, my grip tightening in her hair. “I’m going to rip that fucking dress off you and bend you over every surface in my room. I’m going to make you come so many times you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Her soft moan vibrated along my shaft, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me.
I thrust gently into her mouth, loving the way she took me, all of me. “You like that? You like having my cock in your mouth?” She hummed her affirmation, and the sensation almost brought me to my knees. “Fuck, you suck me so good.”
Just as I felt the pressure building, she pulled back, leaving me throbbing and aching for more. A wicked smile played on her lips as she looked up at me, her hand still gently stroking my wet cock.
“You want to come?”
“Fuck yes.”
Cupping my balls, she squeezed, leaning in again to run her tongue over the tip. “Play with my tits.”
I did, loving the feel of them in my hands, full and heavy. She moaned again, and I hissed out a breath. I just wanted to explode.
“Not yet,” she said, her voice a teasing whisper. “You’re going to wait until I’m ready.”
I gritted my teeth, my hands balling into fists in her hair. That’s when it hit me. She was teasing me. Fucking edging me. She could drag this out all night and I’d let her. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Scarlett.”
“Hmm, one it looks like I’m winning.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I loved the thrill of the chase, the promise of the hunt, and Scarlett was the most thrilling quarry I’d ever pursued. But at that moment, I was at her mercy, and she knew it.
The way she was smiling up at me, she was a siren, calling to the deepest parts of me, and I was powerless to resist. Each time she brought me to the brink, I felt like I was falling from a great height, only to be caught at the last moment by her soft, teasing touch.
“You’re a fucking minx,” I growled, my voice barely more than a ragged whisper. My cock throbbed with a desperate need for release, but Scarlett was in control, and she reveled in it.
She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting the moon’s glow, full of mischief and desire. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she purred, her hand sliding up and down my cock with agonizingly slow strokes.
My mind was a haze of lust, every coherent thought scattered by the relentless assault on my senses. I was acutely aware of everything—the cool breeze on my skin, the rustling leaves, the distant hum of the wedding party, and above all, the intoxicating woman who held my pleasure in her hands.
She brought me to the edge again, her mouth hot and wet around my cock, her hand cupping and massaging my balls until I was teetering on the brink. I could feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure about to crash over me, and just as I was about to surrender to it, she pulled away, leaving me gasping for air.
“Scarlett,” I warned, my voice a low rumble. My hands fisted in her hair, but there was no force behind it. I was at her mercy, and we both knew it.
Her laughter was light and airy, a stark contrast to the heavy desire that hung between us. “Patience, Rhett,” she chided, her fingers lightly tracing the length of my cock.
I gritted my teeth, my entire body taut with need. She edged me again, and again, each time pushing me closer to the precipice, only to withdraw at the last possible second. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking the warmth of her mouth, the firm grip of her hand.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I muttered, my voice hoarse with desire.
She hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, the desperate, animalistic need to claim her, to bury myself inside her and never let go.
“Scarlett, I need to come,” I pleaded, the words torn from me against my will. I was a man who prided himself on his control, and yet here I was, begging a woman for release.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and there was a moment of perfect, torturous stillness. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she took me into her mouth once more, her hand and mouth working in tandem to push me over the edge. This time, she didn’t stop, and the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I exploded in her mouth, the intense pleasure ripping through me as she swallowed every last drop.
I slumped against the tree, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart pounding. Scarlett rose to her feet, her dress pooled at her waist, her lips swollen and glistening in the moonlight.
“If I had any energy left, I’d make you pay for that.” It was a goddamn miracle that I could even form a coherent thought.
“But you don’t, sooo…”
I knew exactly what she wanted. “You win.”
“Damn straight I do.” She straightened the dress and I let out a little sigh as she put those perfect tits away and turned her back to me. “Zip me up?”
Dragging myself upright, I stepped close enough to reach her. The way she shivered when I trailed my fingers up her arms and across her shoulders before reaching for the zip made me smile wickedly. The night was young, after all.