Chapter 16 Penny #2
She lifted her arms, intending to drag his boxers down the moment her top was off, but she found herself laid out along the sofa beneath him quicker than she could blink. His delicious weight pressed her into the cushions, his lips caressing her neck on their downwards path.
Penny gasped as he closed his mouth around her taut nipple, her spine arching as he sucked.
She clasped his head to her breast, her fingers tightening in his hair as he switched to her other nipple.
“I still don’t forgive you for bankrupting me,” she whispered, her lips parting as his hips rocked against hers.
The words had Rhys lifting his head with a roguish grin. “What if I do this?”
She could only watch as he shifted, spreading her legs and running his tongue along the length of her pussy. Her head fell back against the sofa as he swept through her slickness, circling her entrance until she writhed beneath him, the feeling as torturous as it was pleasurable. “Rhys.”
He paused, and for a brief, disappointing moment she thought he was finished—but then she felt him spreading her open with his fingers, exposing her entrance so thoroughly that embarrassment flooded to her cheeks.
But then his tongue was there, delving deep inside her. Penny could only hold onto his hair as the sensations hit her, the licking, the sucking, the circling. Her thighs hung over his broad shoulders, her toes resting against his skin.
She was lost to bliss as he shifted his focus to her clit, her moans getting louder and louder.
She didn’t think it could get any better—until he slid his fingers inside her as he laved attention on her clit.
Rhys locked his unused arm around her hips, pinning her in place as he stroked inside her.
The pitch of her moans heightened as he located the spot that would take her apart.
It didn’t take long.
Penny fought against the arm he had banded around her hips, her body needing to move, to writhe, to rock, to do anything to handle the rapturous pleasure swelling within her. Her moans turned to sobs as she felt its warmth spreading beneath her navel, reaching out in all directions.
At the last second, she sucked in a breath—knowing it might be her last for a while.
Ecstasy exploded from her, seizing her limbs and arching her spine. A strangled sound reverberated from her chest, its claws shredding her throat to pieces. Penny curled her fingers into Rhys’s hair, holding on for dear life.
Her release took pity on her, allowing her to snatch a desperately-needed breath before rendering her useless once again, the pleasure humming through her veins like lightning. Soon, it followed a pattern—a brief moment in which to inhale before the wet, clenching current returned.
Until, at last, she was freed. Penny let out an exhausted sigh, barely even reacting as Rhys withdrew his fingers from inside her. He rose above her, resting on his knees. The outline of his erection was still prominent beneath his boxers, but a large patch of dampness had appeared.
Penny’s tongue brushed against her bottom lip. “I want you in my mouth,” she ordered him, summoning what remained of her strength to rise up onto her elbows.
Rhys presented her with a counteroffer. “Next time.” He lowered himself over her, brushing his lips against hers. “I’m fucking desperate for you, Pen.”
Her hands went to his waist as their kiss transformed from gentle to rabid. Rhys was no less frantic as he unbuttoned her skirt. She shoved his boxers down, gripping him through the fabric and biting her lip as he groaned—but then he shifted, bending to take her exposed nipple in his mouth.
“Rhys,” she whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding him against her breast. He took each peak in turn, sucking as she writhed, until he’d rendered them almost painfully tight.
And then she felt him.
Her wet nipples cooled in the air as Rhys rose above her, teasing the head of his cock through her slick folds. She widened her legs to encourage him further, but there was an element of mischief in his golden eyes.
“Rhys,” she said again, shifting closer to him. God, having him lingering there, on the edge of thrusting inside her, was maddening.
He smirked down at her. “What do you want, Pen?”
Oh, she was going to murder him. “I want you inside me.”
“More specific, please.”
Penny narrowed her eyes, her core tightening. “I want you to fuck me with your stupid fucking cock, or so help me god I’ll find someone else to do it for you.”
Rhys’s lips curved across his jaw in a dangerous smile. It was the last thing she saw before he shifted into a blur of motion.
He slammed her arms above her head with a single hand, clapping his other over her mouth. It muffled her cry as he slid inside her in one hard, mind-shattering thrust. “Is this what you wanted?” he snarled, his lips brushing her ear.
Penny panted; her breath amplified by his hand. A delicious shiver scuttled down her arched spine as she adjusted to the fullness of him, stretching around his length. She nodded; her eyelids lowered in bliss.
The muscles in Rhys’s shoulders and torso moved, his cock plunging into her so rapidly it kept her in a state of perpetual ecstasy. She was helpless beneath him, her desperate cries muffled, her hands forced above her head, leaving her body to be used by the man above her.
No lover had treated her like this before. Her partners had always been kind. Gentle.
After tonight, she would never be able to return to kind and gentle.
In her daily life, she was so used to being proper.
Never before had she truly stepped off the straight and narrow.
She didn’t smoke. She didn’t drink. She lived for her work, priding herself on knowing the companies she worked with inside and out.
She was always prepared, always ready for any scenario.
She simply hadn’t expected how freeing giving up control would be.
Penny’s cries reached a crescendo as a second orgasm hit her, her eyelashes fluttering in bliss. She caught glimpses of Rhys above her, his gaze almost feral as he curled his hips into hers. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he showed no sign of slowing down.
All she could do was moan—and she loved it.
She could have watched him all evening. Never would she have expected this transformation. The Rhys she knew was light-hearted, flirtatious, with a hint of roguish charm. The man between her thighs was dark and possessive and wild. Truly a sight to behold.
As he moved, she began to feel those familiar wisps of heat moving in her once again.
Rhys’s thrusts were masterful, the rhythm of his hips seemingly never-ending.
The wisps strengthened, sending heat in all directions.
Her breaths were frantic against his hand.
Her release barrelled towards her, all while Rhys held her down for the taking.
Penny cried out as it crashed into her, her voice collapsing in on itself. Her legs shook around his hips. Beneath her trembling lashes, she only caught glimpses of Rhys, but his ferocity had amplified.
“Is this cock good enough for you?” His words were a goosebump-inducing growl in her ear.
She gave a fervent nod, wishing, for the first time, that she could touch him.
Rhys’s hand disappeared from over her mouth—but it was quickly replaced with his lips. He let out a hoarse groan into their kiss before pulling out of her. He let his forehead fall against hers as he came, his seed splattering over her stomach.
For several moments, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
Finally, Rhys released his grip on her wrists. There was a worried look in his eye. “Fuck, I should’ve asked before I did that.”
“You did ask.” In a way. “Plus, I would have bitten you if I didn’t want it.”
“True.” A mischievous grin curled across his lips. He looked around the flat. “Wait here, I’ll get something to clean you up.”
Penny did as she was told, listening to Rhys’s footsteps departing and then approaching once more.
“Here,” he murmured, using a paper towel to dab away the wet mess he’d made across her stomach. When she was clean, he sat next to her, taking her hand. “So, I was wondering…”
The uncertainty of his tone sowed seeds of worry in her gut. Over the course of the evening, their simple relationship had morphed into something more complicated. “Yes?”
“Do you fancy another round of Monopoly?”