Chapter 6 #7
Kylee was just as eager, yanking his shirt over his head and fumbling with his belt.
Their movements were hurried, almost clumsy, but neither of them cared.
All that mattered was skin on skin, the heat building between them.
When his pants hit the floor, she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his pierced dick, already hard and throbbing.
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she stroked him, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
But he wasn’t about to let her take control.
Not yet. With a firm push, he laid her back on the bed and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs.
She kicked them off, spreading her legs wide as he settled between them.
His breath was hot against her inner thigh as he kissed his way up, his tongue tracing a path toward her core.
When he finally reached her, he didn’t waste time teasing.
His tongue delved into her, tasting her deeply, and she let out a loud cry, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into his mouth.
“Oh my God, Rio,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed.
He responded by flicking his tongue over her clit, making her gasp again, louder this time.
Her legs trembled as he worked her over, his tongue alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, maddening flicks.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tightening with every pass of his tongue.
When her orgasm hit, it was sudden and intense, a wave of pleasure that left her shaking and breathless.
But Rio wasn’t done. He climbed up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.
She could feel him pressing against her entrance, and she reached between them to guide him in.
The first thrust was slow, deliberate, giving her body time to adjust to his size. But once he was fully sheathed inside her, he didn’t hold back. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, faster.
The bed rocked beneath them as they moved together, their bodies’ slick with sweat.
Rio’s hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them.
Kylee’s nails dug into his back, leaving marks as she clung to him, moaning his name with every movement.
“You feel so good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. She could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form coherent words. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he filled her again and again.
She came first, her body convulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through her.
Rio followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilled himself inside her with a deep groan.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breathing ragged as they rode out the aftershocks of their release.
It wasn’t long before Rio’s hands began to wander again, his lips finding hers in a slow, lingering kiss.
Rio laid back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Kylee didn’t waste another second. She climbed atop him, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a curtain, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she straddled him.
Her hands trailed down his chest, her fingers brushing over the ridges of his abs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.
“You’re mine now,” he purred, his voice dripping with desire as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck.
She nipped lightly at his skin, leaving a faint mark before her mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down his chest. Her tongue flicked over his nipple, eliciting a low groan from Rio as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer.
Kylee’s lips continued their descent, her hands sliding down his torso until they reached his rock hard dick. Her breath hitched as she took him in, her eyes locking with his as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke.
Rio’s head fell back against the pillows, his hands tangling in her hair as he lowered her mouth to his shaft.
Her lips parted, and she took him in, her tongue swirling around his piercing before she sank deeper, putting his entire dick into her mouth.
She moved with a rhythm that was both slow and teasing, her tongue flicking against his sensitive skin as she worked him with her mouth.
“Fuck, Kylee,” Rio groaned, his voice rough with need.
His hips bucked slightly, but she held him down with one hand, her grip firm as she continued to pleasure him.
She took him deeper, her lips sliding down his length until she felt him at the back of her throat.
She paused for a moment, savoring the taste of him, before pulling back slightly and repeating the motion, her mouth moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Rio’s fingers tightened in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked him.
Her free hand trailed down to his balls, her fingers gently cupping and massaging them as she continued to suck him off.
She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, his body trembling beneath her as she brought him closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Kylee didn’t need to be told twice. She increased her pace, her mouth moving faster now, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked him with increasing intensity.
She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, his breathing becoming more erratic as he neared his climax.
With a shuddering gasp, he released, and Kylee took all of him, swallowing every drop as her eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction. She didn’t pull away until he was completely spent, her lips brushing against him one last time before she looked up at him with a sated smirk.
Completely drained from their two-hour session of raw, unrelenting passion, they collapsed onto the bed together, limbs tangled and breaths heavy.
Rio wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as their exhausted bodies melted into the sheets. Within moments, they were both asleep, the room filled with the quiet rhythm of their breathing, still radiating the heat of their shared rapture.
The next morning Kylee stirred beneath the silky sheets, the soft light of early morning slipping through the tall windows. For a brief second, she was suspended in that haze between dream and reality until she reached out and felt cold space beside her.
Empty.
Her heart gave a dull thump. She sat up slowly, the events of the night flooding back. Rio’s hands. His lips.
The way he had looked at her like she was the only woman on earth. How safe and wanted she’d felt. But now, the bed was empty. No sign of him.
She pulled on his oversized T-shirt from the night before and padded barefoot down the hallway of his sprawling mansion. Her eyes darted around no movement. No sound. The kitchen, the balcony, nothing.
He was gone. Kylee stood in the center of the living room, wrapping her arms around herself. “What the hell was I thinking? This is probably what he does, she thought bitterly. Sweet talk, seduce, then vanish like smoke.”
The sting of humiliation tightened her chest. She swallowed it down and grabbed her phone, pacing before finally hitting Kelly’s contact.
It rang once.
Then twice.
“Bitch,” Kelly answered, voice half-asleep. “You’re alive, right? You better be. Tell me everything. Did it finally happen?”
Kylee hesitated. Then, quietly: “Yeah. It happened.”
Kelly screamed so loud Kylee had to pull the phone back. “SHUT UP! You actually did it?! Was it hot!?”
Kylee sighed and dropped into a velvet chair, tucking her knees up. “It was… two hours. Passionate. Intense. He has his Dick pierced! I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Kelly screamed. “TWO HOURS? A DICK PIERCING? GIRL! My legs are cramping just hearing about it.”
Kylee laughed despite herself. “Kelly, stop. I’m serious. I think it was more than just sex. It felt...different. Like he cared.” Kylee hesitated. “But I woke up and he’s not here. I’ve checked every room, he’s just…gone. No note. Nothing.”
Kelly was quiet for a second. “You think he ghosted you?”
“I don’t know,” Kylee admitted, voice cracking slightly. “What if this is his routine? He tours, finds a woman to chase, then tosses them aside once he gets what he wants?”
Kelly’s voice softened. “Kylee… that man has been chasing you since New Orleans. He flew you out. Private jet. Shopping spree. He wrote you a damn song. You’re not a groupie.”
Kylee rubbed her temple. “Then where the hell is he?”
There was silence between them. Then Kelly said, “Either he’s an idiot, or he’s planning something.”
Kylee stared at the floor. Her heart thudded. Kylee hesitated, then asked, “Wait, how do you know about the song?”
Kelly chuckled. “Girl, it’s everywhere. The internet’s buzzing. Rio Riot’s new mystery woman? That’s all anyone can talk about.”
Kylee’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. Jake’s going to find out.”
Kelly’s tone was serious but teasing. “Doubt it, no one knows it’s you. I know because you’re my sister duh.”
Kylee’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the front door open. She glanced at her phone, still pressed to her ear with Kelly, and quickly hit the end call button.
Before she could say anything else, Rio appeared in the doorway, carrying the biggest bouquet of roses she’d ever seen. His eyes softened the moment they met hers.
“I’m sorry for leaving without telling you,” he said quietly, stepping inside. “You were sleeping so peacefully... I didn’t want to wake you.”
He set the flowers down gently, then smiled. “Breakfast’s on the way. Thought you might like a proper start to the day.”