Chapter 24 – RHETT
RHETT
Iwent a little nuts when I saw her in the bar. At first, I thought she was waiting for someone. I know she went out with the medical staff, and I was worried something more was happening with one of them.
Then she told me about what Russel was up to and the things he’d been saying to her.
He’s fucking with my girl, and I can’t stand it.
I’d never been jealous a day in my life until this woman came into it.
It takes every ounce of my willpower every goddamn day not to give in and chase after her and take what I so desperately want.
Evidently, tonight was my breaking point for that.
I grab her ass with both hands and thrust her straight against me while my mouth devours hers.
I’m fucking ravenous for her. Unable to get close enough.
It’s a pounding torrent thrumming through my ears: more, more, more.
She teases me with her tongue, flicking and brushing mine in ways that drive me wild.
I groan and grip her ass tighter so I can rub her on my painfully hard cock.
She moans and arches into me, grinding on me, running her hands up my back and through my hair.
I do the same to her, needing to touch her.
She’s so goddamn beautiful with my hands all over her.
I’ve wanted her again for months. Months of pining and longing and berating and jealousy.
Months of telling myself I couldn’t have this with her.
I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist so I can press her against the wall. I sink into her mouth, into her body, kissing her long and deep. She whimpers and rises up on me so she can tilt her head down and kiss me harder.
“Quinn,” I pant, already losing my mind. “It won’t only be tonight.”
I don’t know why I say it. I don’t know where it comes from. Is it a warning for her or for me?
“I’m gonna need you again and again, baby girl. All over the fucking place. One taste won’t be enough for me.”
“Can I crawl under your desk and suck you off?”
I think I just died. Like I might have actually had a heart attack and gone to heaven, and an angel version of Quinn just said that to me.
“Baby girl, you can do whatever you want to me.”
She moans and climbs all over me, so anxious to get more, so excited for what we’re doing. It’s making me feral. She’s young and perfect. I don’t deserve this, but god, do I want it. She makes it impossible not to risk everything for her.
She’s too dressed and so am I, and if I have her, I’m going to fucking have her.
Spinning us around, I march us straight into my bedroom. I’m starved to taste her. The memory of her cunt on my mouth has been months in the making. But there are also things I never got that night. Things I’ve been denied since.
I bring her down to the bed and flip her over onto her stomach.
She props herself up onto her elbows, and her head twists over her shoulder. My sexy temptress. God, that’s an image. One that makes me want to bury myself inside of her now. Instead, I find myself standing upright, unable to move as I stare down at the indescribably sexy vision before me.
“Come on, Coach.” My temptress wiggles her ass at me. “You’re not going to let me stay down here by myself, are you? We have a curfew to abide by.”
“What would you do if I didn’t touch you?”
She smirks and blood thrums straight through my dick.
“I guess I’d have to take care of this ache in my pussy myself.”
She rises to her knees and pulls off her cute blouse before she unbuttons her pants.
Her bra is still on, and it’s intentional.
She wants to show me what I’m missing while enticing me to undress her.
Her pants reach the bottoms of her thighs, and just as she shifts one knee to remove them, I press a hand to the center of her spine and push her back down to the bed.
“Oh no, baby. That’s my job. You don’t get to touch your pussy unless I say so.”
My hand strikes firmly against her ass that’s begging for attention with the thin strings of her black thong framing it. Another strike and she grinds against the bed.
“I thought you liked it when I played, Daddy?”
Oh shit.
I glare down at her coy smirk. “Daddy?”
“You’re spanking me, aren’t you?”
“Baby girl, you have no idea what being punished by me is actually like.”
I grab the elastic sides of her thong and use them to haul her ass up until she’s back on all fours. Then I rip them from her hips, split her ass cheeks, and bury my face exactly where she wasn’t expecting it to go.
Let’s see just how well you take it when I punish you.
My tongue rings around her asshole before it slips straight in, going in as deep as I can. She squeals and rocks away from me, but I hold her firmly against me.
“Not a chance, Quinn. This ass is all mine, however I want it.”
I groan at the perfect taste of her, wishing I could simply slip my cock right in, but that’s not how ass fucking works. Plus, I want her to have something she’s curious about. Something she’ll think about beyond tonight.
Holding her hips, I keep her ass against my face even as I crouch to the floor and lick her cunt.
“Rhett,” she whines. “Please.”
I smack her ass, humming against her clit as I suck it from behind, my nose pressed in on her forbidden hole. “Please, what?”
“Condom. Cock. Sex.”
I smirk. But everything is different now than it was all those months ago. “Quinn baby, are you on the pill?”
“No.”
Shit.
“I have an IUD.”
“Have you been with anyone since me?”
“No.”
“Good. I’m fucking you without a condom then.”
Her breath shakes from her lungs. She can be nervous.
Hell, I’m nervous. I haven’t trusted a woman with this since Russel’s mother, and she used that trust to her advantage and got pregnant.
But at the same time, I believe Quinn has an IUD.
And truthfully, if she came to me in a couple of months and told me she was pregnant, well, I’m not seventeen anymore, am I?
I attack her cunt with a ferocity I hardly know I had in me.
I eat her like she’s my last meal. The last pussy I’ll ever get because part of me hopes that’s something I can cling to.
I’ve had women. I haven’t had the one I can’t stop thinking about.
The one who occupies all my thoughts and fantasies.
The one I’m literally risking everything for.
But even with that consideration, I won’t stop. I can’t.
I’m high on her. Drugged. Addicted.
Reaching behind my head, I rip my shirt off, drop a knee to the bed, and take her pretty pussy back to my mouth. I suck on her clit, pulling it into my mouth before I go back in and do it again and again. She’s writhing, desperate to come. Already close.
But I want more.
I climb onto the bed and lie on my back with my feet on the floor.
“Come here. I want you to sit on my face.” She takes my hands, and I help her straddle me. Her pussy is right above my mouth, and she peers down at me with a smile that zings straight to my balls.
“Well, hello there.”
I grin. “You gonna ride my face or simply smile at me?”
Her hand snakes down her body, and two fingers touch her clit.
“I thought you wanted to see what I’d do to myself.”
She gives her clit two full circles, and I grab her hand and suck her fingers into my mouth.
With our eyes locked, I lick them clean before they pull from my mouth with a wet pop.
I slip a finger into her, watching her face as I drag it in and out.
Her cunt is just above my mouth, and I lick her as I play with her.
I’ve never been overly dirty with women before, but with her, I want to be filthy.
I bring her pussy down on me and sink into her, my tongue taking over while my lips follow. Sucking. Licking. Eating.
I need her to come even as my dick fights against my pants, begging for mercy.
I swirl my tongue around her pussy, licking her up and down, tasting her as she leaks into my mouth. Quinn gets so wet. So deliciously wet. I’ve never been with a woman like her. A woman whose every aspect sets my blood on fire. Makes me crave.
One arm snakes around her and grasps her hip.
Her pants are still around her ankles, restricting her movements and she works to kick them off.
I use my other hand to ring her opening, licking at it as I play.
Her body moves and sways, her hips undulating like a wave against my face, rubbing herself all over me.
“Oh!” she cries, her head flinging back as she moves faster. I want to hear her. I want her loud and out of control. But we’re in the hotel, and there are players and staff all over this floor, if not in the neighboring room.
I smack her ass. “You can get loud when we’re back at home. Here we have to be careful.”
“Right. Then maybe you shouldn’t make it feel so good.”
I grin and nip at her pussy. “You’ll just have to be good for me and take it.”
I flick her clit, increasing my pace, growing voracious. She rocks into me, seeking more. I rub her clit with two fingers as my tongue thrusts in and out of her. She starts to lose it with that. Her hands claw at my hair, her sounds growing loud and discordant.
I keep going, moving faster and harder until she’s panting, right on the brink of coming apart for me. Her entire body is trembling, her moans making my cock thrum with need. I keep my face buried in her, holding her down on me until she’s all I can taste and smell.
She cries out, and a rush of wetness coats my tongue. I keep going, tonguing and rubbing her, not stopping until she calms. I give her pussy one more kiss before I move her off me and back onto the bed. I climb up to my knees while I unhook her bra so she’s completely naked for me.
She rolls onto her back, one knee up on the bed, and she gazes at me.
My heart thumps. Holy fuck. It’s not just that she’s beautiful.
Or how her red hair spills all over or the way her green eyes are happy and lust-drunk or the perfect curves and lines of her body.
I look at her, and it’s like the first time I saw her all over again.