He pouted, which was fucking hot as hell. “You’re no fun.”
I rolled my eyes. “I haven’t seen you or even heard from you since our date and you want to act like everything is normal?”
That twinkle of amusement left his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You could have reached out to me.”
“I did. I tried.” I glared at him.
“Have you ever thought that maybe my phone died or maybe, just maybe, you could actually pick up a landline and call me? Or better yet, you could have come here or even to my place. You know where I live. My home still fucking smells like you.”
I shivered at the dark edge his voice was taking.
Rhett took a step closer, forcing me back until my ass hit the edge of the desk. “If you want something, if you want to chat, fuck, anything, you know how to get a hold of me. I thinkyou’re just making excuses and accusing me of not reaching out because you’re fucking scared.”
“And you aren’t? You aren’t scared that your son, a guy I used to fuck, won’t end up hating us both? You’re not scared to commit to someone who’s sixteen years younger than you? You’re not scared that this—”
Rhett cupped the back of my head, forcing his mouth down hard on mine. His tongue shoved between my lips, pulling a moan from the center of my very soul. His fingers dug into my nape, pulling my head back even more to give him better access to my mouth.
I grabbed hold of his hips, pulling him closer, needing, craving, some sort of connection with him that was more than a kiss.
When his pelvis pushed into mine, my dick twitched. His was swollen and thick behind his jeans.
With our mouths fused together, my hands roamed over his hard torso until my fingers reached his belt. Unbuckling it, I ripped and tugged at his zipper and fly. My body was vibrating, my muscles aching to hurt. I needed him inside of me like I needed my next breath.
Once I had his jeans undone, I wrapped my hand around his heavy shaft.
He groaned, deepening the kiss and pushing his waist into the strokes of my palm.
With my free hand, I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. Releasing his cock for just a moment, I pushed my pants and boxers down my legs and off one foot.
Rhett lowered me back onto the desk, my weight resting on top of the paperwork I was supposed to be looking through for him.
He released my mouth and spit into his palm. His eyes were dark, wild, and they never left mine. He spit into his palm asecond time, wrapping his hand around his cock and lubing up the thick length.
Lifting my feet to the edge of the desk, I wrapped my arms around his thick shoulders.
He ran the tip of his cock over the soft rim of my asshole, gave me a wicked smirk, and pushed forward in one smooth thrust.
I shouted out a grunt, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the sudden invasion.
“No,” he demanded, capturing my mouth in a rough, bruising kiss. “Look at me while I take you.”
My eyes popped open, landing on his handsome face.
“You feel that?” he asked between grunts, nipping at my bottom lip. “You feel every vein? How fucking hard I am for you?”
I could only nod, the thickness of his cock stretching me to the point of painful, but at the same time, I craved that burn. I enjoyed being able to feel him after and couldn’t wait to hurt for days.
Rhett cupped my head, keeping his mouth against mine, and kissed and sucked at my lips. “I’m going to make you feel me for days. Every time you walk…” He bit my bottom lip. “Every time you fucking breathe, you will feel me.” He slowly slid out of my body, released my mouth, and glanced down between us. “Bring your knees up to your chest. I need a better view of this ass.”
My cheeks heated at once again being on display for him. I could never get over how he enjoyed seeing such an intimate part of me.
Holding behind my knees, I brought them up to my chest.
Rhett lowered his face to my crotch, licking along my balls.
I shivered, a low moan leaving me.
When his tongue slipped to the tight rim, he growled, thrusting it into me. He grabbed hold of my dick, tightening hisfingers around it, and began stroking from base to tip. His grip was firm, almost painful but, mixed with the softness of his wet tongue, it felt damn good.
