Chapter 21
Rhys
I was scared to move.
The sun had just started to peek through the tall buildings surrounding our apartment. I could feel the gentle, steady rise and fall of Sloane’s chest and the warmth of her naked skin against mine.
Her leg was draped over both of mine, her arm across my chest, and her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
It was so early, or maybe I should say late? I may have dozed off for an hour or so before she shifted in her sleep and draped herself across my body. I’d been awake ever since.
Practice was going to fucking suck.
I was anticipating the freak-out, so I stayed awake, savoring and cherishing every millisecond of the night before she woke up and deemed it nothing more than a mistake.
If she wanted to pretend as if last night didn’t happen, I would go along with it. It would absolutely break me, but I would do it for Sloane. I would do anything to keep her in my life, even if it meant loving her from a distance.
Rookie barked from the living room, and I stiffened as she stirred, inhaling a slow, sleepy breath. Sloane stretched, her smooth skin rubbing against mine, flashbacks of last night, and the feeling of her underneath me flooded my brain.
I could still hear those soft moans and pleas echoing in my brain. Christ, if I thought she was the one before, last night confirmed it. She fit against my body like the last piece of a puzzle. It was just right, fulfilling. Everything about last night felt so right.
I shut my eyes, trying to think of anything else as my dick hardened beneath the blanket.
She sniffed, shifting slightly and tightening her grip around my middle. She let out a sleepy laugh when her leg moved, her thigh brushing against the very noticeable hard-on I was sporting. “Someone’s awake,” she whispered against my neck, earning a chuckle from me in response.
This was a good sign. This had to be a good sign, right? She wasn’t freaking out. I was impossibly hard again, she… touched it… and she wasn’t running for the hills. Yet.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Just ignore that.” I hoped I masked my nervousness well, praying she couldn’t feel the rapid thump of my heart in my chest.
The hand that rested on my chest slowly started sliding down, my heart rate picking up as her fingers grazed down my abs, lowering until they reached the base of my cock.
I inhaled a sharp breath as her fingers wrapped around my length, my eyes fluttering shut as she stroked gently, her thumb swiping along the tip. “More,” I directed simply, groaning when her fingers tightened, stroking from the tip back down to the base before she pulled her hand away.
I opened my eyes, taking in the soft smile on her beautiful face, her lips and eyes still puffy from sleep. I would sell my soul to wake up to this every single day. To see her smile first thing every morning, to feel her silky skin against mine.
I watched as she shifted, moving down and settling between my spread legs, licking those pink lips as she eyed my cock.
I waited for her to tease me, to drag it out. But she took me in her hand, sliding down to the base, and leaned forward, wrapping those full lips around the tip and swirling her tongue.
My head fell back against my pillow as I moaned. My vision splintered from the warmth of her sweet mouth, the light suction of her lips, and the teasing swirls of her tongue as she bobbed her head, taking my full length to the hilt. “Fuck, Sloane. Just like that.”
I looked down at her, her big, blue eyes staring at me through long, black lashes, and my dick throbbed at the sight.
Fuck, she is so fucking beautiful.
Sloane hollowed her cheeks, sucking in sync with the movement of her hand, and my balls tightened, hands gripping the sheets around me.
She moaned softly, the vibration sending me to the edge embarrassingly quick, my pulse pounding in my ears.
I reached down with a semi-shaky hand and threaded my fingers through tangled hair. “God, you make me feel so fucking good. So fucking good.”
I watched the satisfaction of my praise flicker through her eyes as she continued to suck me off, soaking up every single word.
Her tongue swirled around the throbbing tip, a familiar pull in my belly telling me I was close.
She looked up at me, slowly sliding my length out of her mouth. “I wanna taste you, Rhys.”
Fuck.
Her mouth sealed over my cock before I could even respond, those beautiful lips sliding all the way down to the base. I moaned loudly, my grip on her hair tightening. Her hand moved in a corkscrew motion, slowly at first, then faster when my muscles tensed.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Sloane.” I lifted my head, my breath coming out short and choppy as I locked eyes with her.
She nodded eagerly, hollowing her cheeks again as she moved her hand from my thigh to cup my balls, sending me flying over the edge, an orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.
Spurts of hot cum coated the inside of her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop, keeping her lips sealed around me until I was finished.
She separated from me, her mouth releasing with a ‘pop,’ a slow smile spreading across her lips. I watched as she lifted her hand, gently swiping her thumb across her bottom lip.
“Good morning,” she whispered, suddenly shy like she hadn’t sucked me dry just seconds ago.
I chuckled, shaking my head and dropping it back against the pillow. “I’ll fuckin’ say. You’re gonna kill me, Pip.”
She fell forward onto my chest, with no hint of awkwardness or regret visible on her face. Sloane nuzzled into the crook of my neck, laughing softly with me. “Death by blowjob. What a way to go.”
I blew out a slow breath, shaking my head and staring at the ceiling as my arms wrapped around her. “What a way to go.”