Chapter 7
7
J ordan held back a smirk. There weren’t too many men she would take orders from, and right now, Rhys’s sexy Southern drawl just did it for her. The way it deepened when he gave a command had her pussy gushing. She bit her lip as she stared up at him. She slowly slid to the floor and positioned herself as he’d demanded from her.
She opened his jeans and shimmied them toward his ankles. His boxer briefs tented out from his cock bulging through the cotton material. He reached down and tugged his shirt over his head. It flew through the air and landed somewhere behind her. He kicked his jeans off to the side. Her attention was on this perfect specimen of a man before her.
She swallowed hard. How could he want her? He hadn’t batted an eye at her story. The fire for her still burned brightly in his blue eyes. She brushed her hand over his abdomen. It trembled slightly from her touch. Her chest swelled at the thought of how he responded to her. She leaned forward and kissed the outline of his cock. The smile that had been on his lips disappeared. She moved her hand lower and rested it on the edge of his underwear.
Tonight she would take her time cherishing this man and showing him how much she loved him. The words had been on the tip of her tongue, but she held back. Maybe she was a chicken.
She may not be able to say the words, but she would be sure her actions would show it. After tonight, he would know it.
She tugged on the elastic edge and took her time pushing the material down. His cock popped out. It was thick and long. A vein ran the length of him to his angry, deep-colored mushroom tip. She eased the briefs south, allowing them to fall around his ankles.
Jordan wrapped her hand around his girth, and her pussy pulsed. The memory of him filling her was never far from her thoughts. She dragged her tongue across the bottom of his shaft. Rhys released a curse, his gaze locked on her. Jordan held his gaze, licking his cock. She brought it upward and slipped the blunt tip inside her mouth. His warm skin was soft but hard at the same time.
She teased the tip, running her tongue all around it. A moan fell from her; she sucked more of him into her mouth. She glided her hand along the length of him. There was too much of him to fit totally inside her mouth. She took as much as she could with him hitting the back of her throat. She inhaled to keep from gagging.
“Fuck, Jordan.” Rhys leaned back against the door. His breaths were coming faster.
She held back a smirk, knowing she had him. She pulled back and repeated the motions. She loved everything about his cock. A few salty drops of his essence escaped him. She licked it, not wasting any of it.
Her hand became slippery from her saliva coating him. She continued bobbing her head and taking him as far as she could. Rhys’s hand came to her head, and he entwined his fingers in her hair. Jordan’s core clenched as he guided her. She remained on her knees with her mouth wide open. He thrust slowly, fucking her mouth. She gripped his shaft tighter while it moved through her hand.
Their eyes remained connected.
“Don’t ever doubt who you belong to,” Rhys bit out through clenched teeth. His grip on her hair tightened.
She hollowed her cheeks, increasing her suction on him. He growled and thrust faster. Her core ached with need. She loved his cock in her mouth, but this massive beast stretching her pussy was her favorite. Her core was drenched, and she was sure her panties were. There was no point in her checking. She could feel her juices seeping from her center.
“This mouth, your pussy—fuck—your whole damn body belongs to me.”
Jordan’s heart slammed against her chest. She thought it would pound its way out. She loved when he got all possessive and demanding. Rhys was the more laid-back of the two of them, but in the bedroom, he was a completely different person.
He was always that person who could give her what she needed.
Wanting to give him her all at the moment, she reached up with her other hand and caressed his balls. He released another curse at her touch. She stroked them, and he continued fucking her mouth. His movements faltered. He was close. His balls drew up. She tugged on them, eliciting another growl from him.
Rhys’s eyes were feral. They shone bright blue, and she loved the look on him. This was no calm Rhys. It was Rhys who had been pushed to the edge of his control. She loved driving him to this point. He released a grunt, and warmth flood Jordan’s mouth. She welcomed all of it, swallowing it without a second thought. She tightened her grip on him more, continuing to stroke him and suck everything he offered her. Rhys fell back against the door, panting. His semi-soft cock remained in her grasp. She released him from her mouth and ran her hand along him.
Rhys’s eyes were closed while he fought to catch his breath. Jordan focused on his cock. It was worthy of her attention. It hardened again.
Rhys’s hand shot out and grabbed hers, keeping it still.
“Hold your horses, girl,” he gasped.
He gripped her by her arms and brought her up against him. He reached down and lifted her again. She laughed as he stalked toward the bed. He tossed her onto the large king-size. She bounced on the soft mattress, landing in the middle. Rhys tugged on her leggings and snatched them off her, leaving her in her underwear. Her panties were next to go, then her bra. The man was an expert in removing her bra with one hand.
Now she lay on the edge of his bed, naked. She was proud of her body. Her workouts ensured she was fit, but she still had plenty of curves. Her breasts, hips, and ass were shapely and always drew attention.
But there was only one man’s attention she wanted, and he stood before her, staring at everything God had given her.
Her body was already primed and ready for Rhys. The ache inside her core grew more intense. She was ready to beg this man to put her out of her misery.
“Open your legs,” he growled.
There it was again.
His commanding tone.
Jordan’s legs fell apart, presenting her slick pussy to him. Rhys crawled onto the bed. A whimper escaped her as she leaned back on her elbows and watched him lay on the bed with his face level with her core. He snuck an arm around her leg and brought her closer to him.
“I need to come,” she breathed.
“Have you ever not come for me?” Rhys’s heated gaze flicked to hers.
She shook her head. He was correct. There was never a time he hadn’t sent her to the stars in ecstasy. His warm breath slid across her sensitive area. She spread her legs as wide as she could and watched with bated breath his head lower to her. He parted her labia wide.
He flicked his gaze back to her. “Fuck, Jordan.”
He sent his tongue though her folds. Jordan’s head fell back, and she basked in the sensation of him exploring her. His arm rested on her thigh, trapping it against the bed while he slipped his tongue upward toward her clit. She moaned once his lips enclosed around her bundle of nerves. This man never had to be directed to her pleasure point. There were certainly a few bonuses of dating an older man.
One: he didn’t have time for games.
Two: he was experienced with life and relationships.
And three: the man knew how to properly eat pussy.
Jordan reached out and entwined her fingers in his hair. He continued to suckle her little bundle of nerves. Her hips moved forward to him. She needed him to have all of her. She gasped when he pulled on her clit.
“Rhys.” His name spilled from her lips. They had the house to themselves and they didn’t have to hold back. She could be very vocal, and there had been plenty of times when Nova was home, she’d have to grab the pillow and put it over her face.
She just couldn’t be quiet when it came to Rhys fucking her.
Rhys eased a finger inside her drenched core. Slickness ran down to the crack of her ass. This man did this to her.
She rode his hand, loving the feeling of his finger surging deep inside her while he paid attention to her clit. She moaned, falling back against the mattress, no longer able to hold herself up.
Rhys grunted. He continued feasting on her. Jordan’s hands came up to her breasts. They were heavy, and her nipples were drawn into tight buds. She pinched them and pulled on them. This move sent an electric current through her body to her pussy. Her hips had a mind of their own. They continued to grind down on Rhys’s face. She loved riding his tongue, fingers, and most of all, his cock. She inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath. Her pulse spiked with the pleasure coursing through her.
“Oh God,” she groaned.
Rhys put a second finger inside her, stretching her walls. The man had large hands, and two of his fingers felt heavenly. She reached up with one hand and gripped the blanket underneath her, needing something to hold on to; her other hand massaged and tugged on her nipple. She bit her lip, trying to hold off on her orgasm that was stalking toward her.
Rhys’s fingers increased their pace. Her hips rose to meet his demanding mouth and fingers. Her gasps and moans filled the air as she took in the pleasure. Everything around them disappeared. It was just her and Rhys. That’s all she ever needed in this world. Her hips moved faster; she panted and was ready to be tipped over into oblivion.
Rhys suckled her clit, and it sent her skyrocketing to the stars. Her back arched off the bed, a scream expelled from her lips. Her muscles were tense; she rode the waves of the orgasm flowing through her. Rhys didn’t let up on her. He pushed his fingers in her and held them there, continuing his assault on her clit. She shook uncontrollably, hit with another wave of pleasure. Warmth flooded her core that she was unashamed of. She flopped back down on the bed. Jordan lay there while fighting for her life to breathe.
Rhys slowly removed his fingers then spread her legs wide. He licked the entire length of her pussy. He pressed his tongue against her opening. She didn’t have the strength to speak or even try to move. The man had taken all of her energy with two back-to-back climaxes. Even her arms refused to move.
Rhys took his time cleaning her before lifting his head. She inhaled sharply at the look in his eyes. There was no resting at the moment. He knelt between her legs, presenting a fully engorged cock.
She suddenly gained control of her limbs again. She brought her legs up, opening herself for him. Rhys’s heated gaze took her all in. He reached down and gripped his cock with one hand. Jordan didn’t miss the way he ran his hand along his shaft, moving toward her. She held her breath; he notched the tip of his cock into her slick pussy.
“Whose pussy is this?” Rhys’s voice was low and husky. Fire burned bright in those eyes of his.
“Yours.” She exhaled softly.
His only response was a grunt, and he sank into her. Jordan gasped from the penetration. Her walls screamed, stretching to accommodate his thick girth. He sank in completely, then held still. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the mattress on either side of her head. He lowered his head and took her lips in a hard kiss. Jordan quickly submitted, opening her mouth for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her thighs at his waist. He was just where he belonged.
Buried deep in her.
He lifted his head again, withdrawing his cock slightly, leaving the head inside her. He pushed forward, bottoming out. Their simultaneous groans cut through the silent room. The only other sounds were their panting and her gushy pussy taking his cock.
Rhys began a slow assault on her pussy. His thrusts were controlled and deep. She raised her hips to meet his. He held her gaze, and she could no longer hold back. This man was hers. Just as she belonged to him, he belonged to her.
It was time.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Rhys paused, his cock nestled inside her. His chest rested on hers. He held most of his weight off her, balanced on his elbows. His eyes widened before he swooped down and took her lips in a hard, bruising kiss. The kiss was over just as quickly as it had begun. Rhys raised his head and rested his forehead on hers.
“I love you, too,” he said.
“You do?” she gasped. Jordan tightened her arms around him. This man loved her? She had felt his emotions and that he deeply cared for her. After everything she had shared with him, he loved her?
“How could you not know?” He moved again. His strokes were slow and deep.
Jordan couldn’t help but take him. The fact that her pussy could take his big cock was another sign that they were made for each other. They fit perfectly together in every way.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she replied. Tears formed in her eyes. Even though they were tears of joy, she didn’t want to cry. She didn’t know when she had become such an emotional basket case.
Jordan gave herself over to pleasure. Rhys increased his pace. He moved her leg up higher, changing the angle and allowing him to go deeper. She arched off the bed, meeting him.
Her nails found their way to his back, and she dug down into his skin. He threw his head back, presenting his neck to her. She leaned forward and trailed her tongue along his shoulder and the column of his neck. She went back to his shoulder and sank her teeth into the muscle. Not hard enough to break skin, but the way he was hitting a certain part of her channel with this cock, she needed to bite something.
“Rhys,” she gasped.
He was now pounding into her. The man certainly could do anything he wanted with her body. She loved when he fucked her hard. She welcomed the slight pain in her pussy from being stretched so wide.
He pushed up, balancing on his hands and knees, still stroking deep. His hands then moved to her thighs, keeping them open wide. He continued his assault. Jordan’s hands shot out and entangled with the blanket. She held on; he went so deep. She cried out, unable to hold back any longer.
“Fuck, Jordan. I need you to come on my cock,” Rhys rasped.
He reached down and strummed her clit. Her swollen bud was so damn sensitive, one touch from him sent her spiraling out of control. A soundless scream escaped her from the strength of the climax overtaking her.
“Just like that. Squeeze me.”
Her entire body grew tense, the sensations of her release washing over her. Rhys was soon shouting and pumping her full of his creamy essence. He fell forward, catching himself from crushing her. He rolled to his side, pulling her with him. Jordan immediately missed the feeling of him inside her. She now lay sprawled on his chest. Both of their bodies were covered with a fine sheen of sweat. They lay breathing hard together without saying a word.
This night had taken a turn for the worse with her sharing what had happened in Atlanta, but it had only got better. Rhys proved he was the man for her after hearing the story. He remained true to her. He wasn’t disgusted by her lack of insight into Bravon.
She’d risked everything and told Rhys she loved him.
And he was in love with her, too.
Life was good.