Chapter 32
Keira
I’m still lost, riding my orgasm when Rhys forces me to sit upright on the couch. Without giving me a moment of respite, he grabs the back of my neck, and crushes his mouth to mine in a fervid kiss. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, dancing around mine, making me hungry for more.
My feet have barely touched the ground, and my pussy is already fluttering with anticipation.
In an urgent rush, he lifts me off the couch and drops me on my feet in front of him.
I’m as naked as the day I was born.
He sits there, legs wide, eyeing me with a grin, the bulge in his swim trunks so damn inviting.
Oh shit.
My cheeks flush.
Freaked out, I cover my breasts and pussy with my hands.
“No one’s going to see you other than me,” he says.
That doesn’t prevent me from looking left then right for prying eyes. When I feel confident my nakedness won’t be splashed on every rag publication in the world, I lower my arms.
He taps his thighs. “Come here.”
He closes his legs and I practically leap onto the couch, straddling him.
He traces a slow finger along my jaw and down my throat, pausing on my pounding pulse.
“That was intense for you?”
“Every time you make me come, it’s like I’m losing my damn mind,” I say. “For four years after my first, I didn’t miss sex. My celibacy was never an issue. With you… it’s like I can’t get enough—”
He slides a hand between us and two fingers slide inside my pussy.
My breath hitches.
“That’s why you’re still so wet?”
“Yes.”
“Tongue-fucking you wasn’t enough. Now you want to ride my fingers?”
“No, it wasn’t enough,” I grind down on his fingers, forcing them deeper.
“You’re greedy.”
“I’m needy,” I say.
He considers me for a beat.
“You want my fingers or my cock inside you?”
“Your cock? Out here?”
“I’ve answered that question.”
“Aren’t we pushing the envelope?”
“It’s going to be a little dirty—”
“A little?” my tone is incredulous.
“Okay, it’s going to be downright lewd, but unless my neighbors—who are also my close friends—climb over the high fences with a camera in hand, or a helicopter hovers over our heads with a bunch of piranha paparazzi hanging from it, you don’t have to worry.
And let’s not forget the tall shrubs act as a fortress. ”
I worry my lower lip, still weighing the pros and cons.
“So, what will it be? My fingers or my cock?”
Fueled by his confidence, I throw caution to the wind.
“Your cock.”
“Good answer,” he says. “I need to get a condom—”
“It’s okay.” I don’t stop grinding on his fingers. “There’s no need.”
“You’re sure?”
I comb my fingers through his hair. “I am.”
“This will change everything between us. You understand?”
My eyebrows knit together. “Why would it change anything?”
“Letting you go after I come inside you won’t be an option, Keira.”
I stop grinding and stare at him, my eyelashes fluttering like crazy.
He flashes me a boyish grin.
This is beyond my wildest dreams.
“I’m okay with that,” I say.
He pulls his fingers from me and sucks them clean. “Divine.”
I can’t help shake my head at him.
“Arms around my neck,” he says. “Hold on tight.”
I obey.
With me still straddling him, he lifts his hips off the couch, and works his swim trunks down his legs. His cock springs free between us. The sight is mouthwatering.
I lift off him so he can bring his swim trunks all the way down to his ankles.
He kicks them aside. “I’m ready now,” he says, a cocky grin tugging his lips.
“Are you ever?”
Unable to contain myself, I reach for his cock and run my fingers up and down his length as I stare into his eyes. Under the dark sky dotted with lights, they’re more midnight-blue than glacier.
“God, I’ve missed your cock.”
“I missed your hands on my cock,” he says through gritted teeth.
When my thumb brushes over the head, his hips twitch.
I can’t help my triumphant smile.
“Your cock––”
“Needs to be buried deep inside you.” His voice is gruff.
I’d like to take pity on him, but he’s always merciless with me, so I tease him a little more, squeezing his rock-hard cock, just below the head.
He lets out a loud moan that has me drooling, sighing, and leaking juices all at the same time.
I bring my free hand to his lips. “Shhh. You have to remain quiet not to draw attention to our dirty game.”
I don’t see it coming.
In a snap, he has my finger trapped between his teeth.
He bites gently against it.
The tingling sensation zaps right through me to my clit and it’s my turn to moan.
“You were saying?” he says.
“Shut up, Hartford.”
He chuckles.
“I love foreplay as much as the next guy, but I’m desperate. You either climb onto the saddle or get off the horse so I can run upstairs and jerk off.”
“Hell no, cowboy. I want your cum inside me.”
His eyebrows hit his forehead.
Where the hell did that come from?
My frank talk surprises us both.
“Look at you, asking for what you want. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Neither did I.”
“I’m rubbing off on you.”
“Something like that.” I smile.
“Come on, cowgirl, ride this strapping stallion.”
“With pleasure.”
Grabbing onto his shoulders, I assume the position.
I hold his cock in place, and when the tip touches my pussy lips, we both grunt as I lower my body.
It’s with herculean effort I manage to keep my eyes locked with his.
Slowly, my pussy swallows every glorious inch of his thick cock until I’m fully seated.
A hitched breath escapes his lips, echoing my own sound.
We’re skin against skin, his cock filling me, stretching me, owning me, possessing me.
His gaze radiates with heat. “This is so good.”
“You can stay inside me forever.”
“I might take you up on that offer.”
He smacks my ass cheeks.
“Yes, sir.” I rock up and down.
“Fuck.” He leans forwards and slides the tip of his tongue across my lips before dipping it inside. Our tongues are wild, flirting, dancing, teasing.
Arousal flows through me like a drug.
A million kisses from now and it’ll still be as passionate between us. At least I hope so.
With our lips still locked in a feverish kiss, he grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and squeezes.
He does it again, this time like he means it.
I let out a helpless sob, his cock so deep.
He uses his feet on the ground as leverage, pushing his body upwards to fuck me deeper.
The unexpected movement causes my breath to expel from my mouth and into his.
Holding me against him and thrusting hard and fast, he’s ramming into me like his life depends on it.
Even though I’m on top, he’s the one doing all the fucking.
Not me. I’m delirious from the combination of his tongue fucking my mouth and his cock fucking my pussy.
Rhys breaks the kiss. I’m surprised I didn’t run out of air.
“Fuck, Keira,” he says on a breath.
His fingers dig deeper into my ass cheeks and now he’s thrusting into me with the same unwavering determination as a rig drilling for oil.
I’m going to love my mind.
He drops his head and snags one of my nipples between his lips. I arch my back, encouraging him, one hand tightening around the back of his head.
He doesn’t disappoint.
His teeth scrape over the taut tip of my nipple, causing me to jolt in his arms. He teases, flicks and sucks.
The sensation is so sublime, it causes my pussy to clench around his cock in staccato pulses, milking everything he has to give.
When he bites against my nipple, I fear I’m a breath away from shattering.
My nipple is so swollen. To make it better, he blows over the tip, which only arouses me further.
This is so, so good.
“Do it again. Please, Rhys, play with my other nipple.” I hold his head in place.
He grants my wish.
He tugs on my other nipple with his lips and sinks his teeth gently around the peak.
The sweet punishment causes me to cry out with pleasure.
With his gaze burning into mine, it makes this naughty play even more sinful.
To ease the assault, the tip of his tongue alternates between flicking and circling my pebbled nipple.
My head lolls back as I moan.
He grabs a handful of my ass cheek, holding me down as he lifts his hips and grinds hard against me.
I let out something that sounds like a cross between a curse and a prayer.
“Fucking you bareback is so damn hot.” His free hand slides under my neck and catches me in a chokehold.
I gasp in surprise.
He squeezes enough for me to feel the pressure, but not enough to cut off my breathing. The new sensation is both arousing and a bit unsettling. My pussy approves one hundred percent. I clamp so hard around his cock it sends sparks to my throbbing clit.
I’m so freaking close.
I clench hard again. This time in a series of small repetitive pulses.
He responds by driving deeper into the slick clench of my hungry pussy until he hits my sweet spot.
“Oh, yes, Rhys, right there.”
“Yeah?”
“Keep doing what you’re doing.”
I’m not sure what kind of magic power he possesses, but I thank God for it because his cock is doing un-fucking-believable things to me.
He holds my body down and rides me with irreverence.
He’s unleashed.
My heart rate spikes, my breath goes short, and the muscles in my thighs are tremble.
Just when I think this can’t get anymore hedonistic, he blows my mind.
I gasp when he slips a finger inside my asshole—the spot he hasn’t claimed yet. He flexes his finger a few times, and I swear to God I see stars.
“I’m so close,” I say.
“We come together.”
“Together.”
The next few heartbeats are blazing hot, both of us desperate to climax.
“I’m— Oh God—”
“That’s it. Don’t hold back. Give it to me.”
As he surges up one more time, my muscles contract around him, squeezing as hard as I can as I lose myself, totally consumed by my orgasm, his name on my lips. “Rhys—” A burst of white light flashes behind my closed eyelids.
“Baby. Keira—”
With one last thrust, he shoots his load deep inside me.
There’s so much of him, I feel his cum dripping out as he continues to drive into me.
Holy Jesus.
Long minutes tick away under the dark sky as we both struggle to find our bearings.
My gaze meets his.
For a pounding heartbeat, something changes in his eyes.
“Remember what I told you before we started this mind-blowing ride?” His breathing still ragged.
“I can’t remember my own name, let alone an actual conversation.” I laugh.
He doesn’t.
An ache fills my chest as I try to remember.
His broad palms smooth down my back.
“I can’t let you go now, Keira.” His voice is raw.
My heart thuds, stops, then reboots.
“Don’t.”
One word.
One simple plea.
One simple truth.
I love this man with the same intensity as a thousand burning suns.