Chapter 28 #2
The hunger in his eyes was insatiable as he dipped down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip.
I bit back a moan. “Is—is anyone here?” I rasped, barely containing the moan building in my chest.
He slowly sat up straight, dragging his tongue up the length of my chest. “No. Just me and you.” Rhys undid the button of my shorts, sliding them down over the curve of my hips, taking my panties with them.
“I thought I was supposed to be making you feel better.” I let out a breathless laugh, kicking my shorts and sandals off to the side with the rest of my discarded clothes.
Rhys cupped the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his in a desperate kiss. His lips lingered for a second before he guided me back, his calloused hands rough against my bare skin.
He slid from the table, towering over me as the towel dropped from his waist. My mouth watered at the thick length fisted in his hand. “Then get on your knees and make me feel better.”
My thighs clenched, heat flooding my body at his words. But I did as he told me, dropping down, my knees bruising against the concrete floor. I took his cock in my hands, pumping as I stared up at him through hooded eyes.
I took him in my mouth, his head falling back as he groaned. “Fuck, baby.” Rhys reached down, threading his fingers through my hair to guide me, the other hand gripping the table.
My tongue swirled around the soft, veiny skin, cheeks hollowed as I took his full length into my mouth. Rhys moaned again, using his fist in my hair to keep my lips sealed around the base of his cock, my eyes watering as saliva dripped down the sides of my mouth.
“God, fucking look at you. You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me, Sloane.” His eyes burned with lust as he took me in, my naked body kneeling on the floor, his cock buried in my throat.
He pulled out, giving me a second to catch my breath before shoving back in. My hand wrapped around him, pumping in sync with the movement of my mouth, my other hand reaching up to cup his balls.
Rhys’s hips bucked, the grip on my hair tightening as his chest heaved. “Fuck, you keep going like that, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
I released him from my mouth, my hand still pumping as I looked up at him. “That’s the point, isn’t it?” I teased.
He cupped my chin, his thumb swiping at the saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth. He fucking loved it when I looked like this for him.
Desperate, needy, a complete mess.
“C’mere, Sloane.”
I stood, Rhys stepping to the side as he turned me. My ass pressed against the table, and I shivered from the cold contact. “Hop up.” He jerked his chin, gesturing for me to do as he instructed.
Eagerly, I complied, settling onto the blue cushioned table. Rhys licked his lips, his eyes falling to my clenched thighs. His gaze flickered back up to me, and immediately, my legs separated, responding to the silent command burning in those green eyes.
He smirked. “Good girl.”
I gasped, Rhys wasting no time as he fingered through my arousal. Two fingers dipped inside my entrance, and he pulled my lips to his, swallowing the moan that left my mouth.
His palm rubbed against my clit, my hips bucking in response. “Oh my god, Rhys,” I moaned his name, my head falling back as his lips found my neck.
A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers pumped inside of me, his tongue trailing against my exposed skin.
He set every nerve on fire, my whole body burning with frantic need under his touch.
I let out another strangled moan, but this time, his mouth wasn’t there to catch it.
Pleasure surged through my body, my toes curling as my moan echoed against the tiled walls.
“Rhys,” I gasped, my fingernails gripping his bare skin and marking his shoulders.
His lips brushed against my ear. “Your turn, Pip. Tell me what you need.”
I moaned again, my legs trembling as I tried to formulate a sentence. “I—fuck—I just—Fuck me, please,” I begged, desperately needing more. Needing something to push me over the edge.
He grinned, fisting his cock as I clawed at him to come closer.
Rhys teased me, sliding the top of his cock through my arousal before lining up at my entrance.
Thank fuck for birth control.
I threw my head back, moaning loudly as Rhys thrusted into me, bottoming out and barely giving me time to adjust. His hips began grinding into mine.
His arm wrapped around my waist, the other slipping between us.
My fingernails dug into the back of his neck as I buried my face into his shoulder, biting down gently before soothing it with a kiss.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room, Rhys grunting and moaning as he pounded into me, taking everything he needed to work through this loss.
“God, Sloane. You feel so fucking good.” His thumb moved faster against my swollen clit, my legs trembling around his waist. “So fucking good.”
My vision blurred from the sheer pleasure rippling through my body, his breathy moans warming my neck as I tilted my head back. He nibbled softly on my skin, trailing his tongue along the column of my throat.
I could feel myself clenching around him, both of our bodies seeking the release they desperately needed.
“I can feel you,” he rasped, his grip tightening on my waist. “You’re getting close, baby. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
My body relaxed into his, Rhys’s words instantly sending an eruption of pleasure coursing through me as I fell apart in his arms. “God, Rhys,” I cried out, my body shaking and hips bucking as he fucked me through my climax.
He placed a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jawline.
His movements faltered as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, both arms moving to my waist. Rhys pumped into me, a few desperate moans slipping between his lips as he finished inside of me.
“Fuck, baby. So fucking good,” he muttered, both of our chests heaving as we caught our breath.
Slowly, he straightened, sweat trailing down the side of his face. The smile on his lips was entirely too sweet for the filth that was just pouring out of it. “Come on.” He scooped me off the table, gently setting me down on my feet. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
I smiled, my hands gripping his forearms to steady my shaky legs. “Mmm, a locker room shower. That sounds nice.”
He grinned at the sarcasm in my voice. “You know what else sounds nice?”
“What?”
He walked with me over to the showers, turning the knob until the water was warm. He guided me under the showerhead as his rough hands ran up and down my sides. “Having you come see me after every damn game.”
I rolled my eyes. “We live together. I do see you after every game.”
Rhys chuckled, leaning down and grazing his teeth against my earlobe. “Not like this, you don’t. How the hell am I supposed to walk by that table every time I’m in this locker room and not see you spread out for me? Or on your knees?”
I shuddered at his words, leaning into his chest. “I don’t know. I kind of hope you think about it every single time.”
He smirked, pulling me into his chest. “Me, too.”