Chapter 30 #2
"I just need to put my heels on," I said with a laugh, loving that I was his distraction tonight. Before he could walk away, I reached up to straighten his navy blue tie. "You're quite the stunner yourself."
He pecked my lips, then nodded toward the strappy heels by the kitchen counter. "Those?"
"Yeah," I responded, pulling away and gathering my dress just a little to make my way over to the shoes, but Rhys beat me there. He bent down, hooking them on his fingers by the straps and gesturing for me to walk over toward the kitchen.
I narrowed my eyes at the mischief that gleamed over those forest green eyes. "No funny business," I said sternly, raising my eyebrows at my boyfriend.
He held his hands up, feigning innocence as he led me to the counter, gently easing me onto the granite. "Just helping my girl into some heels. That's all."
"Hmmm,” I hummed in response, watching Rhys’s hand slide down my thigh, then caress my calf.
Every movement he made was intentional and calculated.
Each swipe of his finger against my bare skin was slow and soft, blanketing my brain with a thin layer of fog as the rise and fall of my chest quickened.
His calloused hand lifted my leg, sliding the shoe onto my foot.
He secured the thin black strap around my ankle, then trailed his fingers up the inside of my calf, under my dress, slowly dragging up to my inner thigh.
I knew he was up to something. I wanted to be able to say no, but my stomach swirled in response to every gentle touch. He knew exactly what he was doing, too.
He kneaded the soft flesh gently, an unmistakable hunger growing in his eyes.
"Rhys," I breathed out, my voice giving away just how much I craved more of his touch, despite our friends waiting on us downstairs. "I said no funny business."
Rhys kneeled to the ground in front of me, and my other shoe dropped to the floor. "And I agree. There’s nothing funny about making my girl feel good, Sloane.”
He lifted the hem of my dress until it bunched around my hips, my body ready to cave at the sensual, fiery look burning in Rhys’s eyes. My hips lifted without question as he pushed my dress up further, his eyes turning feral when he found me bare.
"We have to go."
"We will."
"Like... Now."
“Sloane, we could keep going back and forth about leaving, or,” Rhys stood and then cupped the back of my neck, kissing my lips softly. “You could be a good girl, lie back, and let me taste what’s mine.”
Well then.
“Okay,” I breathed.
His words burned like molten lava in my veins. Cami, Dom, and the limo waiting for us downstairs were all a thing of the past, pushed out of my mind by Rhys’s lips on my neck and his wandering hands.
He gripped my thighs again, gently easing them apart, and I did as he told me, lying back against the countertop, the cool granite pebbling my nipples under the dress.
Rhys kneeled again, his warm breath ghosting over my pussy. "I love you," he whispered, and while part of me wanted to ask whether he was talking to me or my vagina, any semblance of a response was snatched away by the gasp I inhaled when his tongue flicked against my clit.
My thighs gripped the sides of his head as he began to devour my pussy, all the teasing and soft touches gone. His fingers dug into my legs, short fingernails biting into my skin.
No sexual partner I've ever had has learned my body the way that Rhys did. Or maybe they tried, and I didn't respond this way because they weren't Rhys.
Every time his hands were on me, it wasn't enough. I craved more; I needed more. He was my oasis in a barren desert, a breath of air after diving in the water.
Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside of me, my hands gripping the edges of the counter I was sprawled out on as I cried out, "Oh my god!"
His fingers curled at the same time his lips sealed over my clit, my back arching off the counter.
Rhys ravaged me like a starved man, so intense I almost couldn't handle it. Even with as many times as the thought crossed my mind, it still held true. It most certainly didn’t get any better than this.
The sexual attraction, the emotional connection, Rhys and I had… Everything. We understood each other on a deeper level than I ever experienced with anyone else.
Rhys was so obviously the love of my life. How could I have been so blind to it this whole time?
I felt the familiar pull in my belly, the start of my climax tingling through my body as Rhys worked his tongue along my slit. My pussy clenched around his fingers, Rhys sucking harder, knowing I was getting close.
His tongue flattened against my clit once more, tipping me over the edge.
My climax crashed over me, fingers gripping the counter so tight my knuckles ached.
My whole body writhed, hips rolling under Rhys’s mouth as he eased me down from the high, slowing his pace before pulling his fingers out and licking the length of my pussy.
My hips bucked when his lips kissed my overly sensitive clit, sighing softly as the euphoric haze began to lift.
Rhys stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, that signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "You gonna be able to walk?"
I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath and riding out the tiny aftershocks of my orgasm.
Rhys chuckled, bending down to grab my other shoe and gently placing it on my foot before securing the strap around my ankle. He worked the fabric of my dress back down as I lay flat against the granite, still catching my breath.
"Come on, baby. We gotta go, we're running late."
I sat up, smacking his shoulder as he laughed. "Help me down, asshole."
He pulled me off the counter, his hands resting on my hips to make sure I was steady. "Good?"
"Yeah, I just gotta clean up." I could feel my arousal and Rhys’s saliva all over me and my inner thighs.
He smirked, reaching around to squeeze my ass. "Nah. I want you wet all night, Sloane. Every time you take a step, I want you to feel my mouth on you. I want you dripping by the time we get home."
His mouth sealed over mine in a breathtaking kiss, my knees threatening to give out.
Rhys’s lips lingered on me for a moment before he pulled away ever so slightly, his breath tickling my skin.
"And then when we do get home, I'm gonna bend you over the couch and fuck this pretty little pussy until you forget your own name. "
Walking around like this all night and knowing what awaited me the second we walked through the door would be absolute torture. "Okay. I guess I'm ready then," I answered with a shaky voice.
A few minutes later, we piled into the back of the limo, still a little flustered from our kitchen rendezvous. Cami eyed me suspiciously, crossing her legs and arms at the same time. "Nice of you to finally join us."
"Zipper got stuck," I responded quickly. A little too quickly. I should've said something about Rookie needing a walk!
Both she and Dom hummed in response, Rhys smirking next to me.
"You guys are nasty. Nas-ty."