Buried Alive
Ishoved his jeans off and tugged down his boxer briefs, my mouth never leaving his.
He toed out of his boots, pulling me with him as he stepped out of clothing, quickly taking off his socks.
My hands ran over the dent in his ass and the V-line by his hips, enjoying every inch of this man’s body before I took his cock in my hand.
He swore and tipped his head back as my hand worked him. “Jesus… you just touch me and I’m ready to come all over.” He gritted his teeth.
With a smile, I leaned over, my mouth sliding over him.
“Fuck!” He gripped my ponytail, his hips jerking. I took him in my mouth, humming, causing more noises to rise from him.
“This is going to be embarrassingly fast if you keep doing that,” he groaned. His hand was still knotted in my hair, his fingers curling at the pulsing spot between my thighs, creating a desperation in me to feel him. “Stop.” He choked out, standing me up. “I want to be inside you now.”
“I’m on the pill.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this, me the leader of safe sex, but I was tired of the walls, the barriers, and numbness. I wanted to feel him. Completely. “I’m clean. Always use a condom.”
“Me too.” Desire spun in his dark eyes as he took in what I said.
A brutal kiss burned across my lips, kissing me so deeply, making me respond in kind.
Short needy breaths blended together as he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock slid between me, hinting at entering, but only rubbing against me, forcing more air from my lungs.
“Now,” I growled into his mouth.
Boom! Crackle. Colors sparkled and danced outside the windows, fireworks spreading over the night sky, glittering light into the room.
Rhys broke the kiss, his iris reflecting the sparks.
Carrying me, he pushed through the French doors, the chill of the air skating over my hot skin.
Our lips claimed each other’s hungrily as he propped me against the railing.
I squeaked, my bare ass going through a layer of snow; the pain of the cold seemed to draw more pleasure from my nerves.
He clutched my thighs, spreading them open.
My fingers wrapped around him, both of us watching as I brought him to me and slid the tip of him in.
Our eyes met. Then he thrust into me, my mouth opening in a cry as he filled me.
Holy shit. He paused, letting me adjust to his size.
He slipped almost all the way out before he slammed in again as if someone ignited my nerve endings, pleasure burst inside.
My legs tightened around his waist, his hands on my ass pushing me into him so deeply I had to bite into his shoulder, only doubling his speed.
My body was completely railroaded by desire, and I returned his thrusts with my own.
“Fuck!” he bellowed, pumping his hips deeper into me, hitting a spot that made me arch my back.
“Harder,” I screamed.
Fireworks from the village burst overhead, falling down like shooting stars, dancing hues off our skin. The hint of an orgasm already appeared. My body wanted to chase it, but more of me wanted this to last forever.
The sharp cold of the snow, the heat of our bodies, the feel of him driving in deeper, making me claw at him. “Rhys…”
Boom! Pinwheels of fire lighted the sky, the sounds of celebration rang in the air over the valley, almost mimicking the sensations happening in my body.
He suddenly stopped, pulled out of me, and set me on the ground.
Before I could protest, he flipped me around, bent me over the railing.
He tore the band from my hair, letting my locks fall down my back like a curtain.
He clutched a chunk of it, tugging my head back, the other hand grabbed my hip as he thrust back inside me, the different angle setting new nerves alight.
I gripped the rail, pushing back into him as he slammed into me, burying himself inside me.
“Oh. God.”
My vision hazed, my head spinning, the power building up felt similar to a nuclear bomb inside me. Out of the side of my eyes, I could see the party from the cabin below as most people had come outside to watch the fireworks show. They could look up and easily see us.
I didn’t care. If anything, it twisted my desire higher. I leaned over more, my nails gripping the wood.
“Rhys,” I called his name, feeling myself start to climax. He reached around, holding me to him as his fingers rubbed my clit. My mouth opened, my body clenching around him.
Everything in me burst like the lights in the sky, and I cried out something even I couldn’t decipher.
I heard him roar as my body tightened around him, pumping with him.
His hips shoved me against the railing as I felt him twitch and explode inside me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
“Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Happy New Year!” A choir of people screamed from below as Rhys continued to move against me.
The pyrotechnics hit their finale, spouting overhead in designs of gold and white.
Rhys snaked his arms around my middle, his chest heaving, his body warming mine. “Happy New Year.” He nipped my ear, still inside me.
“What a way to bring it in.” I leaned against him, loving the way he felt as he grew hard inside of me. “Seriously?”
“I’ve been in you since last year. Why stop now?”
I smirked. “Can’t say you don’t have stamina.”
“I should be in the world record books.”
I turned around, breaking our contact.
“Dammit.” He growled, pulling me into him. “Now I have to start over.”
“I’m here to support your dreams.” I grinned up at him, still wobbly and lightheaded. Everything the other women had bragged about him was true, even understated. No wonder they kept coming back to him. No one could ever come close.
I was seriously screwed. There was no way I could go back to being numb. And no way anyone else could make me feel this way.
“It’s freezing out here.” He rubbed my arms, grinning arrogantly. “Come upstairs so I can do that properly.”
“That wasn’t proper enough?”
He bent over, his breath running along my neck, his voice low and gruff. “Not even close.”
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