Chapter 19 #2
Rhys looked at me like he worshipped the ground I stood on. Like he was the one who wasn’t good enough.
Sex was all about Stu. How he finished… How he felt.
He looked at me with tired, displeased eyes. I was disposable to him.
But Rhys watched me with dilated pupils, his chest heaving like he had just gotten back from a run. I didn’t feel disposable to Rhys. I felt like everything to him.
He looked at me like I was the only person in the world. Like I was the only person who mattered. The feeling of being wanted and cherished enveloped me, melting away every insecurity I could’ve felt in the moment.
Rhys slid his chinos down, kicking them off to the side, and I gulped at the sizable bulge covered by his briefs.
His thumbs slid under the elastic waistband, teasing me for a second before he dropped them down. His cock sprang free, large and thick, the tip glistening with arousal.
My mouth dropped open slightly as I stared. “Rhys… There’s no way that’s gonna fit.”
He closed the short distance between us, a smug grin on his face. “It’ll fit.” He pulled me into him; his hardened length pressed to my stomach.
Rhys reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my head back, granting him better access to my lips.
His mouth slanted over mine, taking my breath away with another searing kiss.
“You know how I know?” he mumbled against my lips.
“Hm?” I responded, out of breath and slightly dazed.
The hand on my waist toyed with my thong for a second before he cupped my center.
Rhys leaned down, his mouth brushing against my ear as he spoke.
“Because you’re soaking wet for me, Sloane.
Fucking soaked.” His hand slid up, his middle finger ghosting over my clit through the thin fabric that covered me.
“This pussy was made for me. You hear me? Every time my lips are on you, you taste like mine. And this—” He drew a small circle around my clit, and my knees shook in response as I whimpered, “—this is no different. Fucking mine.”
The last two words were spoken with a soft growl, and I softened to putty in his hands.
I gasped softly, letting the possessiveness wash over me.
I wanted it. I craved it. My head was spinning as I clung to Rhys, drunk on nothing but him.
“Rhys,” I whimpered again, and his nostrils flared, his finger still moving in slow, teasing circles as my legs shook and strained to keep me standing.
All at once, Rhys pulled away, my body reflexively moving towards him.
“On the bed, Sloane.”
My pussy throbbed; the low, sultry tone of his voice drenched my panties, and I happily obliged, turning and walking towards my king-sized bed, discarding my thong on the way.
Being vulnerable and exposed has always been an issue for me, especially with my job. I put on a strong, tough exterior for everyone except my close group of friends, and while Rhys had seen through the fa?ade, he’d never seen me like this.
I crawled onto the bed, putting myself on display. I flipped around, resting on my elbows as I looked back up at Rhys through heavy-lidded eyes. His hand fisted his cock, pumping softly as he watched me like he was mesmerized by the way my body moved.
“On your back.”
My chest heaved with anticipation, each demand coming out of his mouth working me up more and more.
I did as he asked, lying flat on my back, my hands gripping the comforter until my fingers ached.
He stalked towards me, a lion ready to devour his prey. “Open up for me, baby.” Rhys reached the side of my bed; his eyes locked on my closed knees. “I want to see how wet you are for me.”
Good fucking lord.
Rhys climbed onto the bed as my knees dropped apart, opening myself up for him. He cursed under his breath, leaning forward to cage me in. “You are so fucking beautiful, Sloane.”
“Are you kidding me? Have you looked in a mirror lately?” My hands slid up his chest and settled around his neck.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve seen me shirtless before.”
I definitely had. “But never like this, Rhys.”
He let out a strained groan, his chin dropping to his chest. “Don’t do that with your voice, I won’t last three seconds.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I soaked up his words, pride swelling in my chest. I had no clue I had this kind of effect on Rhys.
“I am going to be so unbelievably disappointed if this lasts three seconds,” I teased.
All of the playfulness was sucked out of the air when Rhys looked up at me, his eyes dark and dangerous. His hand slid to the small of my back before he lifted, scooting me further back onto the bed and giving himself room to kneel in front of me.
I watched as Rhys’s body traveled further down, my breathing coming out short and shallow as his mouth neared the junction of my thighs.
“Not a single part of you will leave this room disappointed.” His warm breath skated across my bare pussy, the feeling and his words making me shiver. “Got it?”
I nodded, ready to put his confidence to the test.
Rhys’s tongue flicked out, teasing and wet, sliding against my slit. I gasped, my head falling back against the mattress, and another long swipe blackened the edges of my vision.
I fisted the comforter again, desperate for something to keep me grounded as his tongue swirled and teased me, his pace increasing with each stroke.
Rhys took his time, keeping me right on the edge as he savored every last second. He committed every moan and movement to memory, learning what each one meant.
He knew when I needed more and when it was too much, drawing out my orgasm with slow, teasing flicks of his tongue.
“Rhys!” I cried out, my back arching as I felt myself getting closer, everything inside of me wound impossibly tight, aching for a release. “Please, please, Rhys. Please!” I moaned loudly, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him in place as I writhed under him.
He gave in to my pleas, sealing his mouth over my sensitive clit, alternating between licking and sucking. I chanted his name, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure warmed my belly and exploded through me.
I cried out, my grip on his hair tightening as I came, waves of pleasure burning through me. My vision blurred, and Rhys’s teasing motions quickened.
His hands gripped my thighs tightly, marking me with his fingertips as he held me in place on the bed.
It was like an out-of-body experience, like nothing I’d ever felt before. If there were a God, this was what it would feel like to meet them.
Before I could come down, Rhys released his grip on one of my legs, his fingers teasing at my entrance.
He pushed one finger inside of me, then another, curling them both as he drew circles with his tongue around my clit. Just when I started to tell him it was too much, I shuddered, quickly falling apart again.
“Oh, god!” I moaned, my thighs shaking and toes curling as I rode it out, switching back and forth between a grip on the sheets and Rhys’s hair. “Fuck!” My body jerked when Rhys pulled away, that smug, crooked grin plastered on his lips.
The kind of grin that made me want to smack his shoulder, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move.
To be honest, Rhys earned that smug-ass grin. I’d let him have it because he just showed me heaven with his tongue.
“Condom?”
I tried to level out my breathing; any words or sentences I attempted to form floated out of my brain before they made it to my mouth.
How the fuck had I gone my whole life without experiencing Rhys like this?
I did the best I could and lifted my hand to point to the nightstand, silently answering his question.
Rhys was one smug son of a bitch as he leaned over and snagged a foil packet from the drawer next to my bed. “Disappointed yet?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
I huffed out a laugh, mustering up enough energy to prop myself up on my elbows. “Highly,” I teased, rolling my eyes.
He ripped the packaging, tossing it out of sight before slowly rolling the condom on. “Guess I have more work to do, huh?”
My stomach twisted in anticipation. “Guess so,” I responded, my voice airy and breathless.
Rhys made his way back over to me, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. Something told me that once Rhys claimed me as his own, I would be gone. Absolutely, irrevocably gone.
And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. It would be easy. Logical.
But I didn’t want easy or logical. I wanted to be in love. The kind of love that pushed me to my limits and drove me crazy.
Was that something I could have with Rhys?
My thoughts were interrupted, Rhys’s weight shifting the bed slightly as he settled between my legs, towering over me.
I smiled up at my best friend, reaching up to cup his cheeks as one of his hands gripped my thigh.
“You okay?”
My heart melted just a little as I nodded. “Perfect.”