The moment he gave into his desires was one I’d remember for a long time. With a groan of my name, his lips slammed against mine, tongue pushing between my lips as he took control. Not that he had to push hard, I was opening to his touch without thought.
He tasted so damn good that I was gasping by the time he pressed me back into the mattress, his fingers already working to strip my clothes from me. I’d only slept in his shirt and underwear. Both of which were gone in a flash. For a brief moment, I wondered if my scars were finally going to be an issue between us. Hopefully, he would just ignore them until after this moment was over. Nothing like a little talk of death and fire to quench some lust.
Thankfully, the room was semi-dark and I was on my back, so he couldn’t see anything as he pushed himself up on his forearms and dragged a heavy, heated gaze across my naked form. “Fuck, Billie.”
I understood that sentiment completely. My gaze was just as greedy as I examined him. He was still wearing his sweats, his top half gloriously naked, and no joke, a thrill went through me to know I was finally going to explore all of his ink.
Just as I was reaching to strip his pants off too, he leaned back down and pressed his lips to my throat, right near my ear, and his tongue tasted my skin before his teeth scraped my earlobe. Tingles raced along my skin and into my center, my pussy already aching and wet. I didn’t even have to touch myself to know I was ready for whatever happened next.
Fuck, one taste of Rhett and I was ready.
Scraping my nails across his back, I cried out as he moved lower, dragging my right nipple into his mouth; the feel of his piercing against it was an entirely new sensation. One I hoped to repeat.
Rhett wasn’t gentle, but I enjoyed the firm touch, and when he moved to my left breast, I was panting. Fucking panting. My lower body moved as I sought for a release that was just a touch out of reach. But seriously, it wouldn’t take much to send me right over the edge.
Rhett shot me a low smile as he lifted his head before he continued to explore, lower and lower, tongue and lips tasting every part of my body he could reach; all the while I gripped the sheets on either side, hoping I wasn’t about to combust.
When he reached my pussy, my legs fell open wider as I all but jerked up into his face. Like,please put me out of my damn misery.His laugh was low and husky, before he dropped down and licked up in one long slide from bottom to top. A single lap, taking in all of the moisture that had been pooling there.
A cry escaped me, and at the same time he groaned. His head fell back as he stared up at me, eyes hooded. “I get it now,” he said softly, the green darker than ever in his gaze. “I fucking get it.”
I tried to push myself up, but his firm hand on my stomach held me to the bed. “What do you get?” I huffed out, feeling like my head was spinning from that one, almost orgasm-inducing lick.
“Jace’s obsession. The songs. I… yeah, I fucking get it now.”
I snorted. "What? Power of the pussy. Seriously." I didn't expect such a typical rock star line from Rhett. But then again, he was a rock star so…
He didn't laugh with me. "It's so much more than that. You're so much more."
Ah. Well, that sounded like my Rhett and not rock-star Rhett.
An extended moment raced between us as our gazes remained locked. I wondered if the mention ofhisname would ruin this moment. Had Rhett just realized that he was in bed with his best friend’s enemy? Was he going to get up and walk—
His head dropped again, and with that firm hand on my stomach, he didn’t just lick this time. He devoured. His fingers weren’t his only talented part as his tongue rolled around my clit before he sucked it inside his mouth, and the hand not against my stomach slid up to part my folds at the same time.
He slid one finger inside me, moving it slowly, stroking, before a second finger followed. The rough texture of his skin was enough to stimulate all my fucking nerve endings, so I was crying out and riding the sensation as his tongue worked my clit and his fingers my cunt.
The orgasm built low in my stomach, and fairly soon, not even his hand could stop my body from moving. My back arched as that swirl of pleasure inside exploded, sending me near half off the bed as I cried out and gripped the sheets harder. When I managed to release my hold on them, my hands found their way to Rhett’s head as he ate me like it was his damn life’s work. He took in every drop of my pleasure, his strokes only slowing when I finally stopped jerking against him.
Tugging gently, I tried to move him higher so that we could move to the fucking. That orgasm was mind-fucking-blowing, but I wasn’t done. I needed and wanted more.
I also needed and wanted him to feel the same pleasure.
He took his time cleaning me up,suuuper thoroughly, and I was panting again by the time he slowly made his way back up toward me.
Lifting my head in a rush, I kissed him hard, uncaring that I could taste myself against his lips. If anything, that only turned me on more. “That was,” I breathed heavily, “fucking amazing. We need to… seriously…”
My words kept getting lost as I reached between us, my hand sliding between us. I went to push his sweats down and ended with a handful of hard cock.Jesus.Rhett might not be the tallest guy in Bellerose, but he certainly wasn’t lacking in any way down there.
I got a single stroke along the silky length, feeling a bead of moisture from the tip, when a heavy knock sounded on our door. We both froze, or at least I did, but I didn’t drop his cock. I mean, they weren’t in the room yet, right?
Stroking again, I was about to push him onto the bed so I could take my turn tasting him, when a familiar, annoying voice sounded through the door. “Rhett, I know you’re in there.” Tom was really starting to piss me off. “The bus leaves in twenty minutes. Stop fucking. Get your ass out of bed now. The clothes you requested for your groupie are in the hall.”
Rhett let out a curse as he stared down at me. “How strict is this leave time?” I whispered. A pertinent question, considering I still had a handful of cock. Cock I really wanted to taste. But twenty minutes didn’t leave us much time to finish, get ready, and get to the buses.
He shook his head. “Strict. It’s all about security, and they hold traffic to allow us out. We can’t be late.”
Well, fuck. “Want to see if I can work my magic in five minutes?” I suggested with a small, disappointed laugh.
