Chapter 7 – RHETT
RHETT
If I didn’t know this before, if I weren’t already sure, it’s official now.
I’m crazy about this girl. I don’t know her age or her specialty or where she works or even what her last name is.
But I’m fucking crazy about her. I’ve been talking to her for months now, and I haven’t called her.
I’ve wanted to. So many times I’ve wanted to call her.
And tonight, I don’t know. I couldn’t resist.
I didn’t call her for sex. I didn’t call to see her naked. I called to see her face. So I could get a visual and hear her sexy voice when I asked her out. I’m moving to Boston. It’s a done deal. I want this to not only continue with her when I move there but also become more. Become real.
We don’t talk about the heavy stuff. We don’t weigh each other down with my job is stressful or my day was rough. It’s light, it’s easy, it’s fun. And with that, my days, even my stressful, horrible ones, are so much better.
But I wasn’t expecting this.
Her fucking incredible body with her perfect tits and lickable pussy and all that sweet, smooth skin. I wasn’t expecting her hands all over her body, touching herself, while she moaned for me.
All I can think is: a couple more weeks.
That’s it. That’s all it’ll be until I’m in Boston and she’s there.
And yes, we both have obstacles like work, but why can’t we find time for each other?
I could fall asleep beside her. Feel the warmth of her body and smell her skin and hair on my bed.
I could kiss her goodbye and watch as she goes one way and I go another. But fuck, I’d be smiling.
This girl makes me smile like no woman ever has.
I know so much about her, and yet I don’t know the fundamentals. The building blocks that make her who she is. I’ll have to push her. Keep fighting for her. But I’ve never backed down from a challenge, and she’s certainly proving to be that.
I wrap my fist around my cock and squeeze the base so I don’t actually come on the spot the way she teased me that I did.
“Quinn, have you ever played with your ass or only your cunt?”
She pants out a breath. “Only my… cunt.”
“Good. Because when I see you, I plan to shove my tongue so far up your ass, I’ll have you moaning in a whole new way for me. How do you like to make yourself come? With your fingers fucking yourself or playing with your clit?”
She’s flushed, her lips parted to accommodate her extra breathing. I can’t tell if she’s nervous, extremely turned on, or both. “It depends.”
“On?”
“Most times I prefer my fingers on my clit because I can’t get deep enough into my pussy without a toy. But I use those too so, like I said, it depends.”
I love that she uses toys on herself.
“Show me. Christ,” I snarl. “Do you know how frustrating it is that I can’t see your face and your cunt at the same time? If I were between your thighs, I’d have a front-row view of both.”
“Sucks to be you. Pick your poison.”
I grunt and stare down at my cock. Two more weeks and I’ll have her. She’ll be all ours and all mine and that’ll be that. I’ll prove to her that I’m safe. That I’m a good guy. That she should take a chance.
“Your face. Your pussy I have to earn.”
“Good boy,” she praises, and I choke out a laugh.
“Really? Good boy?”
“Absolutely. Now start stroking your cock for me, Rhett. And tell me exactly what you’re thinking while you do it. I want to know your every thought about me. All the things you wish you could do.”
“You’re running this?”
She nods. “I’m running this.”
For some reason, that doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on. My girl takes no prisoners. She’s fierce.
“All right.” Slowly, I drag my hand up my cock. “I’m dry. So I’m wishing I could push inside of you or have your mouth all over me to get me wet and lubed up.”
“What do you normally use to jerk off with?”
I chuckle. “Not much. Precum, maybe.”
“Lame.”
“Baby girl, jerking off is lame. It’s a means to an end, not a source of real enjoyment. Can you prop your phone up somewhere?”
“Why?”
“Because I want your hands on your body, and I want to be able to see it.”
I get a pointed look before the view changes, and she’s setting me up on her nightstand against something I can’t see. “There? Better?”
I grin. “Much. Now show me how dirty my girlfriend likes it.”
She snorts a laugh. “Is that what I am?”
“I’m taking you on our second date in two weeks. You’ll sleep at my new place. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning before you leave for your shift. Then we’ll do the same thing again. Maybe at my place. Maybe at yours. It doesn’t matter. But yeah, that’s what you are.”
“Very full of yourself.”
“Only because I can’t make you full of me. Spread your thighs. That’s it. My fingers are thicker than yours. Rougher. They’ll feel better, but for tonight, I want fast, tight circles on your clit and your other hand playing with your tits.”
She works her body, and I track it, moving my hand up and down my cock at the same speed she moves her fingers.
Precum coats my tip and drips from my slit, making my cock slippery.
I groan, lubing myself up with that and imagining it’s her wet pussy all over me.
Two fingers swirl around her clit while her other hand drags along her tits, toying with the hard peaks.
“I’m so greedy for you,” I admit. “So jealous. I want to be there. I want to be the one touching you.”
“Soon,” she promises, and my chest hiccups at that notion.
At her saying that. It’s as if she’s finally willing to let this play out between us.
It could all fall apart on us. I know that and so does she.
We’re not without obstacles. I’m positive of that.
But the fact that she’s willing to try and the fact that I want to try when I never have before is… I don’t know. Thrilling, I guess.
I’ve only had casual sex since I got Poppy pregnant because I was too afraid of anything else.
I always wore a condom. I always double-checked it.
I had excuses like I was playing college ball and then professional ball, and I had a son, and I didn’t have time for anything else.
But the truth is, I’ve let so much of my life go by because of fear.
But also because I never met the right woman.
The one who made it so that the thought of being with her outweighed the fear.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admits.
“What? Made yourself come in front of someone or had video sex?”
“Yes,” she says with a quirk of her lips.
“I haven’t either. It’ll be our first.” I groan. “I want to see your pussy.”
“Okay,” she whispers and moves the phone back down, filling my view with pink, flushed, wet skin. I lick my lips and groan again when she plunges two fingers inside of herself. She pumps them in and out, and my cock spasms, begging to feel that, begging to be inside of her. To come inside of her.
“Beautiful,” I rasp, awe clear as day in my voice. She angles the camera up, and it’s the most sensational view in the history of the world. Her pussy and belly and tits and face, angled up with those eyes. God, her eyes.
She continues to fuck her pussy, and I fuck my fist to the same tempo, mesmerized by, well, everything. Her clit is so swollen, so pink and filled with blood, and I’m dying right now because I can’t suck it between my lips or flick it with my tongue.
Her thighs fall wider until her knees hit the bed.
She’s going faster now, getting lost in the sensation to the point where her hand holding the phone is shaking.
This is satiating every fantasy I think I’ve ever had.
I’ve never been a dirty guy. I’ve never done dirty things, but fuck if I don’t want to change all of that with her.
Her fingers slide up to her clit, moving fast and hard. Wetness drips out of her opening, and a moan curls past my lips. I’m getting so close as pleasure, and pressure spirals upward through my balls into my cock and up my spine.
I hiss out a breath, jerking harder and faster, unable to slow down now. I’m at the point of no return, my eyes glued to her cunt, greedy and needy and fucking desperate. She told me to make her desperate, but that’s exactly what she’s done to me.
“Yes. Keep going.”
She moans, her neck arching and her eyes closing.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“But you already know I’ll give it to you better. Don’t you?”
She nods. “Yes,” she repeats.
“My fingers, my mouth, my cock. Baby girl, I’m going to give you everything.
I’m going to have you begging and moaning and pleading for more.
I’m going to wake you up with my mouth on your cunt, and you’ll fall asleep with my cock still inside you.
I’m going to be ravenous, but you’ll be insatiable. That’ll be my challenge.”
She whimpers, her head twisting back and to the side as her fingers move faster. “I’m…”
“Quinn, I’m right there, but you have to come with me. I want to see it. I want to watch you leak everywhere and cry out for me. My fucking name. I want my fucking name on your lips. Do it!”
“Yes. Fuck!” Then she cries out the best thing I’ve ever heard. “Rhett!”
It’s just that once. But she did it for me, and I know it. My balls tighten up and my stomach clenches and white-hot cum shoots from my cock in jerky waves. The pleasure is intense, but the pornographic view is so much better than anything I’ve ever seen before.
She presses her finger down on her clit, her thighs and hand trembling before she goes slack. I have cum all over me. It’s fucking everywhere, but I don’t give a shit.
A moment later, her sweet, sleepy face comes into view, and my heart shifts in a different direction. This one isn’t bound by lust or quickened by my dick. This one is possibility—something I never knew could feel this sweet until now.