30. Victoria
VICTORIA
I let myself go.
It was the only way I knew how to describe it. Rhett overwhelmed me in the best of ways. His body covered mine as my hips opened up for him, and I felt the last inch or so of him slide inside. The pain mixed with blinding pleasure, and as I opened my mouth to cry out, his lips covered mine.
I cried out in pleasure down the back of his throat as his tongue teased the roof of my mouth.
“That’s it,” he growled against my lips, pumping his hips at a blinding pace, “take it. Take what’s yours, Victoria. You have me. All of me.”
I clawed at his shoulders. The pounding of his hips robbed me of my very voice. I whimpered and groaned, my body begging for more as I did my best to lift my hips to his. He practically had me pinned beneath him. Helpless to his beautiful assault.
I gave myself over to him.
Willingly.
Allowing myself to finally move forward in life.
“Rhett. Rhett. Rhett. I-I-I-I—I can’t. It’s… it’s too good. I-I-I—”
He gripped my chin, his hips not stopping their rhythm once as he glared down at me. “You can, and you will. Let go, sweet girl.”
“Oh fuck,” I squeaked out breathlessly.
My back arched as a flashbang orgasm ripped through my body.
My muscles pulled taut as he dove into my depths, holding his pelvis to mine.
I shivered against him. I felt his cock pulsing against my walls.
My toes curled so deeply that my calves threatened to cramp, and I had to work to flex them back out.
I collapsed to the bed, completely spent.
But all he did was yank himself out from between my legs before he grabbed my ankles.
“Get that ass up for me,” he rasped as he flipped me onto my stomach.
“Oh!” I exclaimed as he bracketed his arm beneath my stomach.
He hoisted my hips up, moving my body however he wanted before he lined himself back up with my entrance.
In one complete thrust, he sank back into me and the lewd sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the spaces between us.
His balls smacked my clit as his hand cradled the soft swell of my stomach that swung much too close to the bed for my liking.
I’d never once gotten my body back after having my daughter, and Rhett didn’t seem to care.
In fact, he almost seemed to… love it.
“Goddamn it, Victoria,” he growled against my ear, “you should see yourself right now. Ass jiggling. Stretchmarks glistening. Skin radiant. You’re a treasure, sweet girl. A fucking goddess sent from God straight to me.”
I couldn’t even speak. I had no voice. Between panting for air, crying out through my orgasms, and having him rip my fucking breath away with every pump, my vocal cords didn’t stand a chance.
I pressed my trembling hands into the mattress.
I bucked back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. And as his teeth sank into the meat of my shoulder, I felt yet another orgasm ripping through my gut.
I collapsed to the bed, but all he did was roll me over onto my side before he continued pumping himself into me.
“Rhett, dear God,” I whispered desperately.
He kissed the crook of my neck, hovering over me as his cock pumped in between my legs. He smoothed my sweaty hair away from my ear. He peppered kisses along the shell of it, making my pussy jump around his intrusion. He pulled my leg over his, spreading me further as he rolled his hips into me.
And with every thrust, I felt my wounds closing.
With every kiss, I felt my well of hope filling.
With every grunt of his efforts, I felt my future coming alive once more.
Finally, I had hope.
For the first time in fucking years, I had hope for my future.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chanted hoarsely as his fingertips dipped in between my pussy lips.
“Then prove it,” he muttered against my shoulder, placing the softest kiss against the teeth marks he left behind. “Come for me one more time, sweet girl. I know you have it in you. Show me how good you are behind closed doors.”
The sound that left my lips with the pad of his thumb grazing my clit was nothing short of unearthly.
I lost complete control, my vision tunneling as silver stars burst in my vision.
My eyes rolled back. My body collapsed. He pumped against me, his dick pulling all the way out before slamming back in.
He fucked me through… fucking hell, I’d lost count. Orgasm three? Orgasm four?
It didn’t matter.
All I knew was that I couldn’t stop saying those words.
“I love you, I love you. Rhett. Oh fuck. I love you so much.”
I chanted it like a prayer. Like I begged any god listening to grant me one last wish. Maybe I was slow on the uptick. Maybe I was too late. But maybe, just maybe…
He stopped moving.
Just for a second. His whole body went still against mine, his forehead pressing into the back of my neck, his breath coming out long and slow. His hands loosened their grip on my hips. Like something in him needed a moment that his body took without asking.
Then his mouth found my ear.
“Goddamn it, Victoria,” he muttered as he slammed his cock back into my body and held himself there. “You feel just like home.”
His growls and his groans sent goosebumps flying across my skin.
It felt like a wild beast rutting into me, and it only served to make my pussy clench tighter around him.
Threads of hot arousal shot from the tip of his cock, splattering against my walls and filling me until the pounding of my pussy caused me to leak all over the comforter.
Rhett was quickly to react, keeping his cock sheathed within me as he pulled me up and over his body, rolling me to the other side of the bed. Moving me out of the wet spot as he hiked my leg over his hip, our heads sharing a pillow.
He continued to lay there, his cock still rock-hard within my body.
“Hey,” I whispered.
He pressed his lips to my temple and held them there. “Did you mean it?”
I knew exactly what he meant, and my eyes found his. “When I saw you not moving on that ice, I thought…”
I thought of Ryan. I thought of the last condition I saw him in, pale and dead. His body, covered with a sheet and nothing else.
“Hey, where’d you go?” Rhett asked.
My eyes focused back on him. My voice was hoarse, but I cleared it to try and make things better.
It didn’t work. “Sorry, I just… I saw you not moving on that ice, and I thought… I thought… what if I never see his eyes again?”
He scooted a bit closer, inching his cock further into my body.
I groaned softly, the intrusion both painful and more delightful than anything I could have ever imagined.
I missed this, the feeling of being full.
The feeling of giving myself over to someone else.
The feeling that, if I fell, there would be someone to catch me.
How the hell had it taken me so long to see what was right in front of me?
“I’m sorry,” I murmured.
“What for?” he asked, his hot breath pulsing against my face.
I shook my head softly. “I don’t know. For… being difficult. For… always looking the other way. For always being so fucking scared. For—”
He captured my lips with his in the softest kiss. I moaned softly as I felt his cock jump against my walls. My God, was he ever going to go soft?
Not that I was complaining or anything.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he muttered as he pulled back, gazing deeply into my eyes. “If anything, you should thank yourself.”
I blinked. “What?”
He ran his thumb along my cheek. “You heard me. You should thank yourself, Victoria. Cherish yourself. Praise yourself. Because without you, this team would have never survived. Your daughter would have never grown into the woman she is now without you, despite what you two suffered as a family. You’re the reason this happened.
You’re the reason you have this life. This daughter.
This team. Your career. Thank yourself, Victoria. ”
I blinked. “You can’t be serious.”
His ice blue stare grew cold as he gripped my chin, forcing me to not look away. “I said thank yourself. Now.”
Before I knew up from down, he rolled over, taking my body with him. I squealed as I clung to him, wrapping my arms and legs around his body. Somehow he maneuvered us without his cock ever leaving between my legs. I was stunned at his agility, but then again, he was a hockey player.
He walked us into my bathroom before he pulled me off his cock, and the loss of him made me whimper.
I felt our intermingled juices dripping down my thighs as he whipped me around, making me face the bathroom mirror as he bent me over the edge of the countertop.
He pulled my hips toward him. He reached down and quickly reinserted himself.
I groaned as my head fell back, but his hand quickly gripped my hair, forcing my head forward a bit.
I stared at us in the mirror.
“See how beautiful you look?” Rhett glowered as he hovered behind me.
He looked like power and sounded like command. Brutish and broad, with muscles that twitched beneath the hairy softness that kept me warm at night. He slowly pushed himself in again, just to the tip, and then slammed back in, lurching me against the countertop.
“Rhett!” I cried out.
“Thank yourself,” he rumbled.
My eyes flew open and I caught his glare in the mirror. Was he fucking serious?
“Now,” he commanded, “or I’m the only one that gets to come next.”
That’s when he slowly dragged his cock out before sliding it in between my folds, tickling my oversensitive clit.
I whimpered as my head fell forward, and I ground my hips back against his pelvis.
The sopping wet cockhead of his erection rubbed against my swollen mound, pulling ethereal sounds from the back of my throat.
I braced my hands against the countertop.
I bucked back against him, seeking out my pleasure as he stood there behind me.
That was until he tilted his hips and plunged right back into my depths.
“No, no, no, no,” I whimpered breathlessly, “I was so close.”