Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
MORGAN
T he kiss starts slow, almost as if he is unsure. So, I make him sure by biting his lip.
He groans into my mouth. The noise sends a pulse of electricity down to my pussy.
Rhys deepens the kiss, while wrapping his hands around my upper thighs, and effortlessly lifts me.
Working on pure instinct I wrap my legs around his waist. The head of his firm cock nudges against my swelling clit.
My arms snake around his neck. One hand works its way into his hair, wrapping it around my fingers and pulling, eliciting another groan from him.
Walking over to the table, he deposits me on the hard wood, and in a sweeping motion with his arm, he knocks everything off and onto the floor.
I gasp in shock.
He doesn’t respond. He does undo my shorts, slowly pulls them down. I lift my hips, letting him remove them completely. “Thank you, Princess.”
The nickname I normally hate has a different effect on my body in this moment .
He pushes his thumb against my clit over my underwear and slowly rubs as his lips find mine again. My pussy clenches around nothing. I moan into his mouth and shift my hips. Our kiss breaks, and he adds more pressure.
“Rhys.”
“I love the way you say my name.” Then he bends down and kisses over my sensitive bundle of nerves. “I can smell how wet you are for me. You want me to fill your greedy cunt with my thick cock.”
God he’s so crass, and I love it. This is a side of Rhys I’ve never seen. Just as he hooks his fingers in the elastic band of my underwear it dawns on me.
“Wait Rhys, no, I haven’t shav?—”
He laughs; well, it’s more a chuckle. Embarrassment floods my system, and just when I’m about to close my legs and call this a mistake, he stops. Holds my legs open and says, “As if I give a fuck.”
Then with both hands, he rips my underwear off me. I don’t have any time to process what happened because his face is once again between my thighs.
Falling back on the table, my hand runs through his hair, as he licks along my slit. From ass to clit. Over and over. When he gets to my clit, he sucks it in his mouth then quickly releases it with a pop.
My hips raise off the table as I moan, “Oh fuck.”
He encases my clit once more in his lips and sucks. I can’t help but lean my head back, arching my back off the table when he inserts two of his thick fingers. He pumps his fingers in and out of me. Releasing my clit, he curls his fingers and reaches a spot I never knew existed.
“If you’re going to take me, I need you nice and wet. Drenched. So come Princess, come all over my hand. ”
Rhys continues to work his fingers in me, thumb circling my clit, while exposing one of my breasts.
I release my hold on his hair as he moves up my body to take one of my nipples into his mouth.
He sucks and pulls back. It nears on painful, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he lets go with an audible pop.
It somehow heightens the pain, which triggers my release.
“Rhys, I…” My legs snap closed around his hand; my hips roll on their own accord as the muscles of my cunt pulse around his fingers. My cum coats his hand, like he asked for.
I watch in fascination as he slowly removes his fingers from my clinging body, and places them in his mouth sucking on them until I’m certain there is no trace of me left. He hums his approval. “Perfect.”
Then in sure movements he is undoing his pants. Freeing his cock. I rest on shaky elbows. As soon as I see what is in his hand, my eyes widen as I take in the sheer magnitude of it. I swallow, “What are those?”
“Oh these?” He runs the tip of his finger up over the silver balls that run along the top of his dick. “You’ll see.”
“Rhys, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
He steps forward so there is barely any room between us while once again chuckling, “It will, trust me.”
Trust him? Me, trust Rhys?
“Lay back down, Princess. Let me take care of you.”
Doing as I’m told I lay back, the head of his cock nudges my entrance, “Protection?”
“I’ll pull out.”
I nod. “Okay.”
There I go trusting him again.
“I have six bars, count them for me.”
He lines the plush head of his cock with my entrance and slowly pushes forward; my pussy takes the head of his cock. Then I feel the first barbell, “One.”
The deeper he gets, the more I stretch. “Two.”
“Good girl, Princess.”
His praise does something funny to me. My pussy flutters at his words. He must feel it, because he hums and gives me another inch. “Three.”
“Halfway. You’re doing so well.”
He feeds me another inch. “Four.”
I pant when I feel the next one. I tighten around him. I’m not sure I can take anymore.
“Fuck, princess, don’t do that,” He pushes all the way forward. “Or I’ll come, now.”
I moan once he is completely seated in my pussy.
Rhys is looking at where we are connected, “Look at that Princess, you took all of me.”
I’m not sure if he meant it literally but I get up on my elbows, once again, and look. My pussy is stretched around his cock, and I’m so intrigued I reach to touch.
My fingers ghost my sensitive clit, and down around the base of his cock.
He lets me trace and tease my fingers round his cock, and he takes that opportunity to pull back ever so slightly and then thrusts back.
The metal balls feel foreign, but as they roll along my walls I clench around him again. He groans and I mutter, “Oh god.”
“If you’re calling out anyone’s name, it's mine.”
I say his name immediately.
“That’s better. Lay back down, Princess. Let me show you how you should be fucked, treated and worshiped.” Then he starts to seesaw his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist and let the way his body moves bring me closer to my release. He moves in deep forceful strokes .
“I need more.” I don’t know what that is, but I need it.
He then gathers salvia in his mouth and spits onto my clit. He groans when my pussy clenches around his length. Rhys locks me in with his gaze. I watch him watch me as the pad of his thumb brushes against my bundle of nerves.
My mouth opens on a pant, as my eyebrows furrow but lift.
“Hmmm.” he hums in a long drag out tone.
Rhys continues to fuck me deep and hard. The table legs drag back and forth with his movements. He looks at my chest and notices I’m still in a top which he rectifies by also ripping that open.
“Better.”
He once again encloses one of my nipples in his mouth. His hips not stopping once. Taking me by surprise, he grabs my hand and moves it so it’s in between us.
“Rub your clit, until your cunt is choking my cock, begging for my cum.”
Again, his crass words have me pulsating around him. But I do as I’m told.
“That’s a good girl.”
“Faster Rhys, please faster.”
He stands back up, looks down at where we are joined, then grabs my thighs, using them to anchor himself so he can thrust harder.
“I like the way you beg.” He emphasises each word with his hips thrusting forward.
I feel as every metal ball drags out of my clinging body. He pulls out until just the head of his cock is still nestled inside. I look at him panting and puzzled. Then with a cocky grin, he slams forward. Burying himself back to the hilt.
I scream as my muscles are forced to stretch around him. My back bows off the table, as my nails drag along it. Then with an unrelenting pace, Rhys fucks me into the table, not holding back.
“Fuck.” I chant. Over and over.
The muscles of my body go rigid; my cunt is squeezed tightly around Rhys. I start to shake, and then everything releases. And I’m silently coming.
“That’s it, milk my cock.” Rhys’s movements become more calculated, more precise, as he releases my thighs and pulls out of my still spasming pussy and quickly jerks his cock.
His hips thrust forward and freeze. Warm ropes of his cum fall onto my stomach, as he groans a fuck yes.
Once Rhys’s cock has stopped pulsing in his grip, he leans forward to steal a kiss. And I let him. What I thought was going to be a peck, turns into more than just a simple kiss. He doesn’t deepen it, making it somehow feel more intimate.
“Let’s have a shower.”
I’m wearing a post orgasm goofy smile, and he has his signature cocked to one side smirk.
RHYS
Fuck. That was amazing.
When we get into the shower, reality hits her, and me as well, but I want to stay in this bubble a little longer. I stand behind her and kiss along her shoulder.
“I know what you’re going to say, and I agree.” She doesn’t know what I’m going to say but I don’t say anything, letting her continue. “But can we just pretend that this is our normal, you and me? Then when we step out, I can go back to the sister of your best friend.”
I don’t want to pretend that this didn’t happen. I want to do it again and again and then maybe some more. But do I say that? Of course not. Instead, I say “Okay.” Because eventually she will go back to New South Wales, and I’ll stay here.
The water is turned off all too soon and we’re stepping out to dry off, get dressed, and pretend we just didn’t have amazing fucking sex.
Confirming her stance, our stance I guess, “This was a one-time thing?”
“Yep.” She turns and looks over her shoulder. “Won’t happen again.”
I nod and watch as she leaves the bathroom.
We go about the rest of our day as if nothing happened. But every now and then I catch her staring. I know because she catches me a few times as well.
If I had the way she came apart simply by fucking herself on my thigh etched into my brain, then the way my cock felt wrapped in her cunt is seared into my brain.
When dinner rolls around, Beau is looking at us with a stupid grin on his face. Leaning down, I tell Morgan I think he knows. But she simply waves her hand. “We’ll just play dumb.”
Easier said than done, when I can still taste her cum on my tongue .
“Brent said there’s another bus coming in the next couple of days.”
I look to Morgan, who just shrugs. “Sounds like we might get our cocks wet then.” Even I hate the way I sound, but Beau eats it up.
“Fucking-A.”
I don’t miss the way Morgan looks equally hurt and disgusted. She wanted what happened this afternoon to be a one off, never to happen again. And I agreed. This is the reality of that.
Morgan asks Beau about him and Davis, and he simply replies with, “We like sharing.”
Her eyes almost bug out of her head.
“Maybe I will meet someone.”
Anger like nothing before stokes in me. Meet someone? I take a breath. She isn’t mine. She’s leaving. One time thing.
Trying to play it off, I look at her and shrug just the way she did to me. “Looks like we might all get lucky.”
“I hope so. I can’t remember the last time I came.” She smirks at me, daring me to mention she only came a couple hours ago. Over my cock, her greedy cunt begging for more.
“I don’t know. You don’t always close your bedroom door, Princess.”
Instead of getting angry, or embarrassed, she has a rebuttal ready. “Well, I have to do it myself, no one here worth fucking.”
My nostrils flare. She’s trying to get a rise, and it’s working. I can’t believe she is the one with the current upper hand.
Davis watches us with bored amusement. Beau’s eyes ping pong in his head. He rolls his eyes, “Would you two just fuck already! ”
Little does he know.
“What’s fuck?” We all stop, eyes growing wide and turn to see Molly has paused colouring to ask the question. I brave a look towards Brent who doesn’t look happy.
“You four, now.” He points behind himself. We all follow head bowed like naughty teenagers being scolded by their Dad.
“I didn’t even do anything.” Davis mutters.
When we get outside the dining room, Brent berates us for acting like children and swearing in front of his daughter. He might have said his five years old acts better than us. Can’t argue that point, Morgan and I are constantly at each other.
Once we’re given the right act, we all return and apologise to Molly.
“Molly, I’m also sorry for upsetting you yesterday.”
“I don’t even remember, I got to have Esky for the whole day.” She stretches her arms out wide, to indicate how long a whole day is.
The kid’s cute.