16. Rhett
RHETT
Something inside of me snapped. Before I knew it, I had Victoria hauled up from that bench with her hands braced flat against the weight bar and her ass tilted back toward me like she’d been waiting on me to catch up.
I caged her against the bar with my body. Didn’t move. Didn’t touch her where she wanted to be touched.
“Three words, Miss C.”
Her body went still.
“Three words and I walk out that door. Same deal as always.”
I waited. I watched her in the mirror. Her face flushed, her glasses crooked, her hair already coming loose from the clip. Her gray eyes finding mine in the glass and holding there. She didn’t say the three words. She wasn’t going to. But I needed her to know that the door was still open.
Her hips pressed back against me.
That was the answer.
I eyeballed the mirror.
I wanted to see myself fucking her.
Just so I knew it was real.
“Come here,” I growled as I shoved her over that bar.
“Rhett,” she said.
I kicked her legs apart before shoving her pencil skirt up and over the thick globes of her ass. “You want this dick? That what you want?”
“Oh fuck,” she hissed as I shoved my basketball shorts and leggings down to my knees.
My cock flopped out, heavy and leaking as I stroked it just so she could watch in the mirror where her eyes focused.
“You wanna remember what it’s like to be filled to the brim?” I asked as I crooked an eyebrow.
It only caused her to raise her ass higher, exposing her glistening pussy to me. And then she breathlessly uttered the only word I needed to hear.
“Yes.”
I gripped her hips and lined her up with the tip of my dick.
In another world, I would’ve taken my time.
I would’ve eaten her out until I filled my stomach with her, and then I would’ve filled all of her holes out of sheer gratitude.
She could spit on me while walking by and I’d say thank you.
She could tell me to lick the bottoms of her heels and I’d do exactly as she asked.
She had complete control of me.
But as I slid my rough hands up the smooth backs of her thighs, the way goosebumps skittered across her skin told me that she felt the same.
I had her on the hook just as much as she had me.
“Just for you, Victoria,” I growled.
I slammed into her without a second thought.
“Rhe—mmph!”
She tilted her head back as I bottomed out against those gorgeous curves of hers.
The second she cast her head back to cry out my name, I reached around, clapping my hand against her mouth.
I watched her eyes glisten in the mirror before they rolled back as euphoria took over.
I pulled my hips back and drove back into her wet heat, watching her curves jump for my viewing pleasure.
The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin were soon the only sounds, next to her grunting against the palm of my hand.
And as my balls smacked against her clit, I felt her legs quivering with a want to give out.
“That’s it,” I muttered, “take it like the good girl you are. You know you want this. You know you need it.”
Her eyes rolled back and her whole face went slack.
She shivered out of control. She bucked her ass back against my hips.
She stood onto her tiptoes as if offering me more of her body, and I tugged my hand against her face, lifting her up just a tad more so that she saw me take her like the prize she was.
I fucked her senseless as I dipped down, growling in her ear.
“You take my cock so good, Victoria,” I grunted.
Her eyes widened at me using her full name. But it was the clench of her walls around my girth that made me grin wickedly.
“You like that, Victoria? You like that this is what you finally let yourself have?”
She quickly nodded her head as something akin to ‘mhms’ rumbled against my palm still clapped over her mouth. I kept a steady rhythm, relishing the way my cock dove into her tight heat. My God, she had really neglected herself. It felt like she hadn’t been filled in years. Maybe even decades.
It only spurred me on until her body lurched against the bar while I took what I wanted.
“That’s it, come on my cock,” I growled as I felt her falling apart. “Clench around me. Milk this dick.”
“Rhett!” she cried out against my hand.
I growled, my hand falling away from her face as her orgasm rocked through her.
I placed my hands onto either side of her body, bracing against the bar as I fucked her through her orgasm.
Her legs shook and shifted. Her pussy tried milking me, trying to pull me over the edge.
I squeezed my eyes shut and relished the way she shook for me as she breathlessly chanted my name.
“Rhett. Rhett. Rhett. Holy fuck. So long. Been… been so long.”
And that was all I needed to pull her away from the bar.
I bent her over a fucking lifted bench.
“That’s it,” I said roughly as she gasped at the sensations from the new angle, “lay there and take it like a good girl. You don’t want to take care of yourself? I’ll force the care on you.”
“Oh my Goooood,” she groaned out.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, snarling in her ear. “There is no god for you here. Only me.”
Her hands clamored back, trying to find purchase as I used her body for my wanton pleasures.
Every morning in the shower to the thought of her.
Every win I celebrated alone thinking about what it would feel like to have her there.
All of it building to this moment, this woman, this body under my hands.
And as she unraveled against me again, I slid my hand away from her mouth.
Down her clothed torso.
Until my fingers buried themselves against her clit.
“Rhett, I can’t,” she whimpered.
I chuckled darkly against her ear as I turned us around, sitting down onto the lifted bench.
With her pussy still staked on my cock, I reached my hands around her legs and spread them wide.
I hooked them over my legs, baring her drenched pussy to the empty weight room as her walls clenched around me.
“Oh shit,” she gasped out.
My fingers slowly swirled around her soaking wet clit. The sounds alone made me groan, and I teased her oversensitive nub as I kissed along her neck.
“Rhett, oh fuck,” she whispered as she bucked against my hand.
I bucked her against my cock.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” I encouraged as I peppered kisses along the nape of her neck. “Take what you want from me.”
“Oh my God. Holy fuck. I… I… Rhett… it’s too much. I—I-I-I-I—”
I chuckled at the way her words fell apart. I teased my thumb over the tip of her bud, keeping my movements soft. She rolled her hips, engulfing my cock with her channel.
“It feels so good. So fucking good. It’s so… so… Rhett!”
I didn’t even care that her voice echoed off the corners of the weight room. Let them hear. Let the janitor hear whatever the hell it was that he would. I wanted the entire fucking world to know that Victoria Caldwell finally opened up.
And it was to me.
“Fuck,” I snarled as her pussy finally pulled me over the edge.
I slammed up into her hips once, bucking her back against me.
I caged my arm around her waist, holding her close as my fingers pressed hard into her clit.
She ground against me, losing control over herself and moving however her body pleased.
The broken sounds of unformed words had nothing on how beautiful submissive she had become to me.
And when I felt her collapse from the force of her string of orgasms, I cupped her pussy with my palm as the efforts of her walls pushed my sopping wet cock out from between her legs.
“I got you,” I murmured as she collapsed back against me.
Her head fell onto my shoulder, and I pressed a soft kiss to her sweating cheek.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed as she panted for air.
I chuckled before I pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth. “Wanna lay down for a cuddle?”
She grimaced as she lay there on my shoulder. “On this floor? I’d rather get tetanus. There’s no telling what’s on this floor.”
Huh.
If she was that articulate after what we’d just done, I’d have to try harder next time.
I did, however, scoop her into my arms, even with my basketball shorts and leggings still around my knees.
“Holy hell, you’ve still got energy?” she said, spent and laughing, as I scooped her beautiful big body into my arms.
She clung to me as I shuffled over to the door that led straight from the weight room into the locker room. “Oh to be young again, huh, Miss C?”
She gasped before she shoved my chest playfully. “Did you just call me old, asshole?”
I barked with laughter as I shuffled us into the locker room before I set her down with a wink. “Come on, Miss C. Let’s get a shower before we head back to Victoria’s place.”
And the smile she gave me before unbuttoning her blouse sealed the deal for me.