Chapter 8
eight
. . .
Rhett
The second the front door shuts behind us, all restraint snaps.
I don’t even pretend otherwise.
Bristol barely has time to take two steps into my living room before I’m crowding her space, one hand braced against the door, the other cradling her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip as I press my body against hers, letting her feel the effect she has on me.
Her breath catches.
Mine does too.
“Still okay?” I ask, because I need to hear it.
“Yes,” she says immediately.
I kiss her. Hard. She melts into me, her hands clinging to the back of my neck.
“Christ, Bristol,” I murmur against her mouth.
The sound she makes in response goes straight to my cock.
I’ve wanted this moment since she messaged me to come rescue her at the library.
I slide my hand from her jaw to her waist, fingers spreading over her curves, pulling her closer too afraid she might disappear if I let go. She fits against me too well—soft where I’m hard, warm where I’m wound tight.
Her hands slide down my neck, across my shoulders. Exploratory, confident and nearly my undoing.
“Rhett,” she says with a breathy sigh.
“Right here, baby,” I tell her as I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in and fighting the instinct to take everything she’s offering all at once.
“We can slow down,” I say, even though my body very clearly doesn’t want to. “Or stop.”
Her hands curl into my shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing away.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispers.
My lips find hers again and I lift her up.
She gasps, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. When I sit her down on the mattress, she pulls closer to her, refusing to let go. Her hands are everywhere and my control is hanging by a thread.
“You had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” she says, reaching for my belt.
“You don’t have to do that,” I tell her.
Bristol shakes her head. “Something else you should know about me, Rhett? I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”
She unhooks my belt, unbuttons my pants and slides down the zipper. Part of me expects her to take her time. The other part is relieved when she pushes my boxers down over my hips and takes my cock in her hand.
Her tongue darts out and she licks the drop of pre-cum from the tip, moaning at the taste. Then she parts her lips a little more and takes me in her mouth.
I curse. My hands tangle in her hair and I fight the urge to push her head down further. I want to let her have control here. For now, anyway.
Bristol takes me to the back of her throat, pulls back and swirls her tongue around the tip and does it all over again.
Seeing her like this, looking up at me over the rim of her glasses while she sucks my dick, feeling her warm mouth wrapped around me, is almost my undoing.
I let her have her fun until I can’t take it anymore. She moans around me when my grip on her hair tightens and I guide her up and down quicker.
Her eyes water, her mascara smears, but she does stop, doesn’t fight me. She lets me choke her with my length until I’m about to blow.
“Gonna come,” I grunt and try to pull out of her mouth.
Bristol reaches around and grabs my ass, refusing to let me.
“Fuck, Bristol,” I growl.
She cups my balls and tugs just enough. The next thing I know, I’m spilling into her mouth as a string of curses tumble from my lips.
She swallows every drop and licks me clean before leaning back on her haunches and looking up at me with a satisfied grin on her face.
A tiny drop of leftover cum lingers at the corner of her lips. Without thinking, I reach down and wipe it off with my thumb before licking my finger. Her eyes instantly widen and I shrug.
“Well, that was hot,” she pants.
“Not as hot as you, coming all over my fingers in the restaurant.”
Bristol looks down at the ground and bites her lip. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” she confesses.
Pride and possessiveness swell in my chest. “Good. I like knowing I’m the only one you trust enough to go that far,” I tell her as I shuck off the rest of my clothes and lean down to kiss her again.
“We can’t have that now, can we?” I tease lightly, pulling back just enough to look at her.
“I should warn you…” she starts.
I already know. I can hear it in her voice—the hesitation, the instinct to apologize for taking up space.
I kiss her again, slow this time, meant to quiet her instead of distract her.
She presses a hand to my chest, stopping me. “Rhett. I mean it.”
I sigh softly and rest my forehead against hers. “If you’re about to say something about your curves, or your size, or any version of sorry for existing—don’t.”
She gasps in surprise.
“I’m a grown man,” I continue, my hands settling deliberately on her hips. “And I know exactly what I’m looking at.”
She swallows.
“I like you,” I say simply. “All of you. The softness. The strength. The way you fit against me. You. Me. Us? It was never a question.” My thumb brushes along her jaw, gentle but steady. “You don’t need to warn me about your body, Bristol. I’m not here despite it.”
I lean in, kissing her again—unhurried, sure.
“I’m here because of it.”
She goes very still, letting my words sink in.
Then her breath shudders, and she laughs —but there’s nothing playful about it this time.
“Oh,” she murmurs. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear that,” she admits.
My heart squeezes in my chest.
Fuck. I really am falling for this woman.
I lift one hand and brush my thumb beneath her eye, catching the hint of moisture there. “You don’t have to be brave with me.”
Her lashes flutter open. “I’m not,” she says quietly. “Not right now.”
She reaches up then, fingers moving with deliberate care as she slips her glasses off. It’s such a small thing, but it feels intimate—like she’s choosing not to hide behind anything.
She sets them aside on the dresser, turns back to me.
Without them, her gaze feels even more open. Vulnerable. Wanting.
She leans into my touch immediately, like she trusts it.
“I’ve spent a lot of time making myself smaller,” she whispers. “Or quieter. Or easier to accept.”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to be any of those things with me.”
Her hands curl into my shirt, knuckles pressing into my chest. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It is,” I say honestly. “I want you. Exactly as you are.”
The relief on her face is unmistakable.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish unwrapping you.”
“Yes. Please,” she whispers.
I take my time stripping her bare. Soaking in every inch of skin as it’s exposed like it’s a gift on Christmas morning.
Bristol is writhing and begging for more by the time she’s completely naked before me, and I’m primed and ready to go again.
“I think I need another taste,” I grow, spreading her legs and dipping my head between her thighs.
She bucks her hips as my tongue passes over her clit. “Oh, God.”
“Leaving Him out of this. It’s Rhett, baby.”
Her body shakes with laughter, but only for a moment before she’s moaning and gripping the bun I have my hair pulled back in.
“Right there,” she purrs.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, just like I did at the restaurant, while teasing her clit with my tongue.
She’s so responsive.
Moans turn to pants and pleas. My name tumbles from her lips and her body begins to quiver.
“Yes. Yes…yes!”
I keep going, bringing her down gently before reaching over to my nightstand and pulling out a row of condoms. I tear one off and rip open the foil packet, rolling the latex down my length.
“I cannot wait to feel your pussy squeezing my cock like that while you come.” I tell her, rubbing my cock between her legs, coating myself in her wetness.
Bristol spreads her legs wider, inviting me in.
“Fuck me,” she hisses, adjusting to my length.
I may not be as long or as girthy as those men in romance novels, but I do know what I’m doing with what I’ve got.
“Your pussy feels so good. Better than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” she asks.
“That's all I’ve been able to think about since last night, Bristol.”
She arches into me. “Did you…touch yourself?”
I shake my head. “No. I wanted to wait. Let the anticipation build.”
“Oh.”
“It was worth the wait.” I roll my hips, letting my pelvis grind against her.
“Mmm. More,” she begs.
It starts slow. Both of us savoring the moment, the feelings of being this close, this intimate.
But as the pleasure builds, so do our movements.
Bristol meets me thrust for thrust, arching into every one.
She cups her breasts. Plays with her nipples, pinching, tugging. Putting on an erotic show, just for me.
“So fucking sexy, Bristol.”
“Rhett. Please. So close.”
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You. Just you,” she pants, sliding her hand between us to play with her clit.
I lean down to tease her nipples. When I bite down just enough to tease, I feel her pussy grip my cock tighter and then my girl is coming for me.
Her orgasm triggers my own. My body stiffens and I’m spilling into the condom. “Fuuuuuccck.”
Bristol’s eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me with wonder and adoration. “I can’t wait to do that again.”
“We’re definitely doing that again,” I tell her before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her. “Just give me a minute.”
She lets out a playful giggle and snuggles into my side.
I peel off the condom and tie it off, tossing it into the trash can next to the dresser. Then I wrap my arm around her and rest my chin on the top of her head.
She shifts, nestling closer, and lets out a small sigh that sounds dangerously content.
“Still okay?” I murmur, brushing my lips against her hair.
She hums, smiling against my skin. “More than okay. Perfect.”
Her fingers draw idle patterns on my chest. “You’re very good at this,” she says quietly.
“At what?”
“Making someone feel safe. Wanted. Cherished.”
“I’m glad,” I say, meaning it more than she probably realizes.
She lifts her head just enough to look at me, eyes soft and a little glassy in that way that tells me she’s still riding the emotional edge of it all.
“You didn’t make me feel like I had to be anything else,” she says. “That doesn’t happen often.”
I cup her cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath her eye. “You never have to earn space with me.”
Her smile is small yet real, genuine.
She settles back down, cheek to my chest again.
My heart feels full.
I don’t know what tomorrow looks like. Or next week. Or how fast this is going to move once the sun comes up.
But right now?
Right now, Bristol is warm and relaxed in my arms and a large part of me knows what I have here, is more than one night. It’s a beginning that I never saw coming.