CHAPTER FORTY-ONE MIND, BODY, AND SOUL LUNA
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
MIND, BODY, AND SOUL
LUNA
“Are you sure you don’t want to join?”
Rhys looked up from where he was working on his laptop at the other side of his couch. “I’m good.”
“I’ll go easy on you,” I tried.
“Don’t think that’ll help.”
I set my game controller onto the coffee table and stood before moving to Rhys.
I didn’t have to wait. He tossed his laptop aside—though that carelessness might’ve been more about his frustration with the schedules he was working on—and tugged me to straddle him.
He lifted his ass from the cushion and shifted to slouch down so he could rest his head against the back of the couch.
“What if we play something else?” I asked.
His fiery gaze went hooded and his lip quirked. “What do you have in mind, hellcat?”
I feigned innocence. “Checkers? Gin Rummy? Uno? Are you a chess guy? Old men love chess, right?”
I barely held in my smile. Holding in the little cry when his hand slapped the spot where my ass and thigh met was impossible.
“It’s like that?” he grumbled.
“I was just trying to find something at your level since you don’t want to play any of my games. I was even going to offer a prize to the winner.”
He slid his hand up from my hip, going under the flannel I wore so it was calloused skin against soft skin.
He stopped when he was nearly at my breast. “Is that prize your taste on my tongue and then your pussy strangling my dick till you’re filled with every drop of cum I have?
’Cause if so, that’s already the plan. No reason to waste time with games. ”
I nearly agreed since that sounded perfect, but I was having too much fun. “How about this? Winner gets to do whatever they want.”
“I already do that, Luna.” His large hand finally made the last bit of its journey up to cup my breast. His deft fingers worked my nipple. At the same time, his other hand gripped my hip to rock me against his hard-on. “Or do you need that reminder, too?”
I could only resist so much, and I was officially past that limit. “Yes. Yes, I do need that reminder.”
“Too bad. I changed my mind. Let’s play.”
“No, no, you were right.”
“Much as I enjoy hearing that from you, too late. Grab the controllers.”
“But—” When I saw the challenge in his stern expression, I pressed my lips together to cut myself off.
“Smart girl.”
I stood to get both controllers.
“You got a racing game?” Rhys asked.
“I’ll check if I packed it. I don’t play it much.”
“Good. I’ll have a five percent chance of beating you.”
I didn’t mention that I no longer had a reason to play it since I’d unlocked every upgrade, course, and racer after coming in first at every difficulty.
Moving to my console, I found the racing one and switched it out. When I turned around to take my spot, I nearly crashed into the coffee table.
Rhys was still where I left him.
But he’d used the time with my back turned to free his dick. His fists moved up and down in long, lazy strokes. “Maybe not that game. You should bend back over and find a different one. Look carefully.”
I rolled my eyes even as my body heated under his appraisal.
Getting the extra controller, I tried to hand it to him, but he didn’t just take it.
He took me.
Wrapping his tattooed fingers around my wrist, he tugged me closer before turning me.
He settled me on his lap with my back to his front.
“Almost.” He lifted me again, just enough to tug my sleep shorts and panties to the side.
That time when he lowered me onto his lap, it was with his cock deep inside me. “There. Now it’s perfect.”
I started rocking my hips, but his hands on my thighs halted the movement.
“Come on. Play,” he ordered.
“That’s what I’m trying to do.”
“The video game.”
“I thought I was.” I gave a little wiggle. “Is this not the joystick?”
“Luna.”
“Fine,” I sighed.
“Brat.”
I grinned at the affection in his voice.
Video games and sex with Rhys in one? Add in a pina colada and one of those strawberry cupcakes, and it’s all my favorite things.
He kept his arms wrapped around me so his forearms were pinning my thighs down. “Let’s go.”
“I forfeit,” I tried.
He tried to shift me off him. “Then no sex.”
Eek.
I hurriedly started the game and chose an easy track. The vehicle options menu loaded, and I clicked through to take whatever was preselected.
Rhys wasn’t so speedy. He scanned through all the possible combinations, his occasional thoughtful murmurs vibrating through me. I was beginning to think that we would spend the whole night like that when he finally locked in his choices.
“If you throw this, I’ll punish you by using you without letting you come,” he threatened in a low, gravelly whisper.
I didn’t respond verbally, but my body sure did. A surge of arousal shot to my core, and I tightened around him reflexively.
“You’d like that too much, huh? How about if I just stroke my cock till my cum covers this needy pussy?”
That surge of arousal was accompanied by a full-body tremor.
“You’d like that more. Noted.”
Body, I keep you in treats. I water you. I am nice to you. Maybe stop divulging my every desire, you narc.
“Start the race, hellcat.”
I did as Rhys ordered.
The first half a lap was fine. I was distracted but was able to gain a decent lead on muscle memory alone. That must’ve been too much for Rhys because he started fighting dirty.
A touch. A thrust. A squeeze.
Every time I gained distance, he found a delicious way to distract me.
He lifted his ass from the cushion to grind deeper in me, and my lids closed as he pushed a whimper from my parted lips.
A sharp bite on my neck made my eyes shoot open again.
“Don’t think that’s where you’re supposed to go,” he rumbled in my ear, his rough voice equal parts humor and wickedness.
I blinked to get my eyes to focus on the screen only to see my vehicle was slamming straight into a wall.
Oops.
I shook my head a little to clear it, but it didn’t do much other than make Rhys groan under me.
So, of course, I did it again.
Then I swiveled. Rocked.
Rotated my hips in a circle.
The result was both of us crashing into the other cars, the walls, and every and all obstacles.
That was fine. I didn’t need to win the race. I just needed to beat him.
Or, better yet, get him to throw the controllers aside to fuck me.
I didn’t have that kind of luck.
Rhys must’ve had something that he wanted to do because he made us complete every last lap, all while driving me out of my mind. When he crossed the finish line seconds before me, his hand wrapped around my throat to tilt my head so he could stare me down. “You let me win.”
“I wish I could say that because I loathe losing, but I didn’t.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth. I thought he was going to kiss me. I needed him to kiss me.
I didn’t have that kind of luck, either.
I had something better.
Rhys in complete control.
My wager might’ve been playful, but he clearly didn’t plan to squander it. All traces of humor and fun left his handsome face. “Stand up.”
I choked back a pathetically heartbroken moan as I lifted off his thick length.
Once I stood in front of him, he ordered, “Strip.”
I could’ve been slow and sexy about it. I probably should’ve done that, but I was too far gone. Too desperate. And that came across in the frantic way I threw my clothes off.
Rather than being unsexy, that evidence of how badly I wanted him—and wanted to obey him—seemed to ignite Rhys’s own desperation.
“Christ, you’re incredible,” he muttered, stroking his cock as he took in every inch of my naked body. “You want this?”
“Yes.”
“You going to let me do whatever I want with what belongs to me?”
“Always,” I breathed before I could think better of the phrasing.
“Fuck yeah, you will. Bed, Luna. Ass up in the air, chest to the bed, arms stretched above your head.”
I didn’t hesitate. Actually, it was a shock that I didn’t leave a smoke outline of my body with as fast as I moved to do as he said.
Once I was positioned just right, I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
If I wasn’t so built up and on edge with carnal anticipation, I might’ve gotten self-conscious about how exposed I was. I might’ve even worried about what he wanted to do to me. Instead, that vulnerability increased my arousal.
“Look how beautifully you listen,” Rhys said. I turned my head to see him staring at me from the doorway. His crossed arms and how he leaned against the jamb made it seem like he’d been there for a bit.
He clearly liked what he saw.
It was a feeling that was very much mutual.
Rhys was always hot. But naked Rhys? Naked and aroused Rhys?
All that ink.
His hard cock.
The cut indents and ridges of his muscles.
His hard cock.
The masculine and insanely sexy hair on his chest that thinned to a trail.
One that led down to his hard cock.
I could’ve looked at him all night, but he was evil enough to order, “Eyes closed, Luna.”
I did it.
Mostly.
“I see you peeking. And that little pout. That mean you don’t like what we’re doing? I could go into the living room and use your panties to jack off, instead.”
I scrunched my eyes closed before he finished issuing the threat.
“That’s what I thought.” It was disorienting to hear his muffled movements, but to not know where he was until he touched me.
A graze of his fingertip down my spine.
His thumb dragging across my lips.
Then somehow on my other side to squeeze my thigh.
The mattress dipped, and then Rhys’s body was curved over mine. His hard-on was nestled between my pussy lips to stretch up my stomach.
So close to where I needed him, yet nowhere near close enough.
“Have I told you how damn obsessed I am with this sweet pussy?” he asked in my ear. His hands wrapped around my upper arms before sliding down to squeeze my wrists and push harder against me.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Begging won’t work. I won, baby. And I plan on taking my time to enjoy my prize.” He released my wrists.
Only to replace the cuffs of his hands with literal handcuffs.