Chapter Rhythm Brooks
RHYTHM brOOKS
The wave crashed over me like nothing I'd felt in years.
My body seized up as the orgasm ripped through me.
It was the hardest one I'd had in forever.
Sincere's mouth was magic on my pussy. His soft lips sucked and teased my clit with just the right pressure.
His tongue swirled in ways that hit every nerve ending like he'd mapped me out in his mind.
His mouth felt like velvet fire, drawing out every quiver and pulse until I shattered.
My walls clenched around his thrusting fingers while stars exploded behind my eyelids.
I bit down on my hand to muffle the scream building in my throat, but it still came out as a choked sob.
My hips ground against his face as I rode the peak, soaking his chin and lips with my release.
When it finally came down, my head spun like leaves in a storm.
I could barely process the world beyond the throbbing ache between my legs.
Sincere stood up slowly. His hands steadied my hips as my leg slipped from his shoulder and hit the floor with a soft thud.
My knees wobbled, threatening to give out, but before I could catch my breath, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
He sat me down on the edge of the table.
His elbow swept aside the clutter of paints, brushes, and sketchpads with a clatter that barely registered in my haze.
I looked up at him, heart hammering, still in disbelief that this fine-ass nigga was about to fuck me right here.
His gaze locked onto mine, like he was promising to wreck me in the best way, to drive into me until I forgot everything but him.
Heat pooled low in my belly again just from that stare, and my pussy clenched in anticipation.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and freed his dick from his pants.
God, it was perfect. It was pretty and thick, veined just right, big enough to stretch me but not scare me, with that same warm tan hue as the rest of his gorgeous body.
My mouth watered instantly. I craved his taste.
I wanted to wrap my lips around that head and suck until he groaned.
But he didn't give me the chance. His hands gripped the backs of my knees, pushing them up and back toward my shoulders, folding me open wide on the table.
Then, with one smooth thrust, he drove his dick straight into my soaked pussy.
My eyes rolled back hard, and a gasp tore from my throat at the sheer bliss of him filling me.
He slid deep into my core like he belonged there.
It felt so damn good. His length hit spots that made my toes curl.
He started fucking me right away, pulling out almost to the tip before plunging back in.
His dick was big, reaching so deep it brushed my cervix on every stroke, but it wasn't painful.
It was just intense, perfect pressure that had me craving him more, craving him deeper and harder.
I was cumming already. My pussy fluttered around him, and my juices slicked his shaft as he coated himself in me.
He plunged in and out relentlessly. The table creaked under us. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust. I couldn't hold back the loud and needy moans that spilled from my lips.
“I-I-I-I can't be quiet,” I whispered frantically.
Sincere leaned in, capturing my mouth. His tongue tangled with mine to swallow my cries as he kept drilling me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked me through wave after wave.
Each thrust sent me spiraling. My walls squeezed him tight, milking his length as I came over and over, my body shaking, breath ragged against his lips.
He didn't stop, just held me there on the edge of the table, owning every inch of me with that perfect dick.
We moved so slowly, almost as if neither of us could believe what we had just done and how good it was. But we had. It was real. The proof was in how I still couldn’t catch my breath or feel my legs.
I tugged my dress back down over my thighs, while Sincere zipped up his pants and straightened his shirt. All I could hear now was our deep, ragged breathing as we tried to catch our breath.
Reality crept in, chasing away the pleasure that had consumed me moments ago.
Sincere wasn't just some guy; he was kind of my boss.
I looked up to him. Just a few years older than me, he'd carved out this successful life that I wanted.
What if this was nothing more than a holiday fling, fueled by too much tequila and the magic of the season?
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed him reach for my hand until his warm fingers intertwined with mine. He gave them a gentle tug and led me from the dining room toward the living room.
We sank onto the couch together, and a small wave of relief washed over me. At least he wasn't bolting for the door, leaving me to piece together the aftermath alone.
When he turned to me, his eyes searched my face in the dim light. “You've got some regrets?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “I don't want to ruin my opportunity,” I admitted, my words tumbling out in a rush. “Not with some one-night stand. Working with you and Aria is so important to me. And more importantly, it's good for my kids. I can’t mess this up, especially over random sex.”
Sincere's expression softened, and he squeezed my hand.
“Then let's promise right now: we won't let this mess up our working relationship. No matter what, we’re going to keep it professional when we need to.” I nodded slowly.
Then he added, “But let's be clear, I don't do random, Rhythm.
I don't waste my time having sex with someone that I don’t have plans for, because I don't want that shit happening to me. I don't just fuck random women.”
The directness of it caught me off guard and made a flush creep up my cheeks. “So, I'm not random?”
“No, baby.”
I just stared at him, doubting him. “How can you know that? You barely know me.”
“I feel it,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Before I could respond, he draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering there for a beat. I melted against him, feeling the uncertainties unraveling.
Then, with a playful glint in his eye, he added in a deep rumble, “Ain't no way you can be random with pussy that good.”