Chapter 19
Rhys
The moment they entered the elevator that would take them back up to Roman’s flat, Penny launched herself at him.
Rhys caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist in a secure hold as their lips collided. He groaned in surprise, angling her head as heat bloomed between them.
She broke the kiss only long enough to ask him a question. “Is it wrong that I enjoyed that?”
Seeing Rhys knee Joseph in the bollocks? “Absolutely fucking not.”
A lilting, musical laugh burbled from her, her lips brushing his.
The elevator dinged to let them know they’d arrived at Roman’s flat. Rhys bent his knees, securing his hands around her thighs as he lifted her.
Penny locked her legs around his hips as he carried her inside. He slanted his lips against hers, pulling a decadent whimper from her throat. “Thank you,” she whispered, grasping his face with her hands.
Rhys didn’t like the flicker of vulnerability in her gaze; it was far too close to sorrow. “You don’t have to thank me for common decency.”
“No,” she admitted. There was a sly curl at the edge of her lip. “But I do know how I can express my gratitude in other ways.”
He raised his eyebrow.
“Take me to the bedroom. Now.”
Rhys didn’t hesitate, kicking open the door and slamming it shut behind them.
It left them in semi-darkness, with the light of day skimming the edges of the curtains drawn over the window—a consequence of their leaving in a rush.
Instead of opening the curtains, he hit the button on the aurora light, throwing a brilliant scattering of green lights over the two of them.
He lowered Penny onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs as his cock strained behind his fly.
He bent over her, seizing her lips and rocking his hips against hers.
He ate up the little mewls she let out, growling in satisfaction like a wild fucking animal.
Those sounds. Shit, she would never be able to understand what they did to him.
With their lips never parting, Rhys rid Penny of her clothing, occasionally pausing to allow her to do the same to him.
He palmed her breasts, concentrating his attentions on their dark peaks.
He grinned as she squirmed beneath him, but it was wiped off his face as she grasped his aching cock, smoothing her thumb over the head.
“Fuck.” The word was an anguished grunt as it left him.
Penny pushed at his chest with a smirk. “Lie on your back. I want to express my gratitude.”
Rhys did as she said, rising up on his elbows. Through the green shimmers of light, he watched her kiss a path down to his cock. His lips parted as she neared, anticipation lighting a fiery line of need within him.
Hovering over his leaking cock, Penny looked up just long enough to hit him with that smile once more, the sly, lop-sided, bewitching smirk—an image he wanted to burn into his mind like a brand.
Half a second later, though, the thought slid from his mind as her decadently hot mouth descended over his cock.
Rhys shuddered, letting his head hang backwards in bliss. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she sucked as she withdrew. His eyes rolled back in his head on a groan. “Fuck, Pen.”
It took all his strength to raise his head. He was greeted with the bewitching sight of Penny holding his cock, her lips brushing against the weeping head—still curved into that fucking smirk.
“Good?” she asked, innocently blinking her eyes.
He shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face. “Yeah, I don’t know. Could have been a fluke. I’m going to need you to do it again to be sure.”
She did.
A never-ending stream of groans filled the room, accompanied by wet, filthy noises as she sucked him down. Rhys didn’t think it could get any better, but then he felt her free hand coming up to fondle his sac—and he was lost.
“Penny.” Her name was the only word he could think of as he drowned in pleasure. Rhys reached for her, brushing her dark hair out of the way, out of his view.
It was, without a doubt, the most arousing thing he’d ever seen.
His cock disappearing between her perfect fucking lips.
And it certainly wasn’t like there was a lack of competition.
Rhys had lost count of the number of men and women he’d slept with, and somehow a blow job from the seemingly uptight business broker he loved to irritate eclipsed every one of them.
But when he felt that tell-tale heat tightening his sac, he cupped her face with a single hand. “Stop,” he panted.
Penny looked far too pleased with herself as she pressed a kiss to his weeping slit.
Oh, he was going to fucking ruin her.
His eyes darkened. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Rhys didn’t miss the way she bit her lip as she obeyed. He yanked her into the precise position he wanted her in, right at the end of the bed. The aurora light still rippled over her skin as he knelt on the floor, spreading her wide to expose the little bud of her clit hiding within.
She squirmed beneath his hands. “Rhys.”
He gave her clit one tantalising lick before centring his efforts elsewhere. Rhys tongued her entrance as she moaned, her arousal coating his tongue.
“My clit,” she whimpered, shifting her hips to try and entice him back down—as though he’d merely overlooked it rather than purposely avoiding it. “Lick my clit.”
Rhys laved his tongue lower, still spreading her cunt wide for him. Her little whimpers increased in pitch as he neared her clit, but he pulled away at the last minute with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
“No,” she cried. Her voice was muffled into the covers, her head prostrate on the bed.
As he neared her clit once again, he felt her hand touch his chin. Was she attempting to touch herself?
He snatched it away with a snarl. “Mine.”
“For fuck’s sake, Rhys,” she pleaded. “Touch me.”
Rhys reached between her spread legs to where her breasts hung. He touched them both, centring in on her nipples. They were velvety soft as he pinched them between his fingers, plucking them as one and grinning at Penny’s answering sob.
He needed this. He needed her like this, helpless beneath his touch.
The next time he plucked her nipples, Rhys finally gave her what she wanted. He sucked her clit and pinched her nipples simultaneously. Penny let out a strangled, almost convulsive sob in answer. As he settled into a rhythm, her desperate mewls were never-ending.
Rhys wanted to let a triumphant grin spread across his face, but he wanted to see her shatter even more.
He got his wish.
Soon, Penny’s cries morphed into an explosive, orgasmic scream, just as her legs began to shake.
He savoured the moment, drinking in her ecstasy like it was the finest wine.
He loved it—feeling the waves of pleasure rolling through her, waves that he’d given her.
His cock was almost painfully erect, heavy with need.
“Rhys.” Penny wriggled away from him, but he just pulled her back.
He lifted his mouth—but only briefly. “If you think you’re only coming once today, you’re sorely mistaken.”
She let her head fall back against the duvet, her words muffled. If he’d had to guess, he thought she said, “Oh my god.”
But then he had more important things to focus on.
Her second orgasm didn’t take long, her legs shaking beneath his efforts. Her third was even quicker—and even stronger. By its end, Penny was sprawled out on the bed, her cunt soaked and her eyes closed.
Rhys kissed his way up her spine, pushing her legs together and straddling her hips as she lay prone.
He let out a grunt of relief as he slid inside her, joined by Penny’s own gasp.
His movements were slow to begin with, but from this position, he could see Penny crying out into the bed, pinned beneath him and gripping the covers until her knuckles turned white.
It spurred him on, and soon he was slinging his hips back and forth faster and faster.
He needed her gasps and sighs, her moans and cries.
The bed shook almost violently, slamming into the bedside table holding the aurora lights.
The rhythm of the lighting rocked as it was projected onto the walls, painting the fervency of their lovemaking everywhere the light touched.
A heavy groan rumbled in his chest as that heat returned once more, gathering beneath his cock. This time, he didn’t shy away from it; he chased it, luxuriating in the build-up—luxuriating in Penny’s moans.
“Rhys.” The word was a plea, and he knew why. Her hips attempted to arch, to no avail.
“Let it take you, Pen.” He wasn’t going to be far behind.
Her breathing picked up the pace as he reached the edge of bliss. Rhys wanted to wait until her orgasm had ended before letting his own take him, but her high-pitched cry gave him the final push.
Rhys exploded inside her as she quaked, her cunt squeezing his cock until he was in danger of passing out. Against a backdrop of Penny’s moans, Rhys buried his own in her hair, his hips still rocking into her.
When Penny released what he thought was a satisfied sigh, Rhys withdrew—before his strength faded completely.
“Come here,” he whispered, tucking her under his arm. She felt right there, like she belonged.
Pressing his lips against her lustrous black hair, he closed his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, giving in to the unrestrained tenderness inside him. It was far too strong to fight against, too strong to deny.
I am so fucked.