His fingers stilled, and he gave a small gasp of disbelief. Then all of a sudden, I was flat on my back with Rhett yanking my panties away and tossing them clear across the room.
“Oh, baby, those were fighting words,” he informed me with a wicked grin. Then his face was buried between my legs, his tongue lashing my clit far better than my own fingers hadevermanaged to. Words caught in my throat as intense waves of pleasure filled my skin, my thighs tightening around his head on reflex.
Rhett was in charge, though, pinning my legs back down to the bed and spreading me wide so he could do as he pleased.
“Fuck,fuck, Rhett…”My moans were all just curses as he alternated between tongue-fucking me and sucking my clit. When he released one of my thighs to slide two fingers into my pussy, I died. The orgasm built up fast, and his fingers went to work in time with his tongue, pushing me over the edge without even a moment’s hesitation. He didn’t stop, even as I thrashed and gasped through the climax, then when I was done, he made a point of cleaning things up… with his tongue.
Holy shit.
“Rhett, I swear, if you don’t have any condoms around here somewhere…” Not that I was unprotected, but it didn’t hurt to be careful when fucking a rock star, right?
His smirk was all confidence as he sat up, though. “Don’t move,” he ordered, patting my inner thigh, then leaning across to the bedside table. Oh, smart boy was definitely on the same page as I was. There was a brand new box of condoms sitting there, and it only took him a few seconds to rip the plastic packaging off.
My limbs were all heavy and jellylike, so I just lay there and watched as he tucked a foil packet between his teeth and dragged his t-shirt off. Fuck Rhett wasripped. Not as broad as Jace or Angelo, but what he lacked in size, he made up for in sheer muscle definition. He had abs where I didn’t even know abs existed, all gorgeously decorated with ink. He grinned at me as he sat back on his heels between my still spread legs.
“I want to ask you something, Thorn,” he murmured, locking eyes with me as he tugged his boxers down to free his erection. I broke his gaze, needing to look. His dick was so pretty, and…were those piercings along the underside of his shaft?I’d had his cock in my hand before, but it hadn’t gone far enough for me to explore. But here and now, with the room lit by morning sun creeping around curtains and Rhett kneeling before me, I saw everything.
And now all I could think about was what those piercings would feel like inside me.
Holy shit. I was practically drooling.
“Are you listening, baby?” His question made me realize that I was juststaringat his cock. Could he blame me? The way his fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, his index finger stroking the metal rungs below his skin like it was an extension of his guitar…
“Totally listening,” I lied.
He huffed a laugh, tearing open the condom packet and deftly rolling it over his weapon. A small part of me was tempted to tell him to take it off again so I could feel every piece of metal. But a bigger part was too sensible and didn’t want to catch an STD, so I bit my tongue to keep quiet.
“I want you to stay,” he told me, stroking himself to ensure the rubber was all in place. “Will you stay?”
Huh?
“Billie, will you? It’s not safe for you to leave us now.” He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed to either side of me and holding himself in some kind of kama-sutric push-up. That impressive cock pointed right between my legs like a homing beacon, but he didn’t push forward. “So, will you?”
I gave myself a mental slap, bringing my eyes back to his. “Will I…?” What had he asked me again?
He smiled. “Stay. With me.”
His gaze was so soft and full of affection, reminding me of that soul deep connection we seemed to share. It was like we’d known each other for years, not just days. Being with Rhett was just as natural as breathing, and I nodded without really processing the question.
Relief and elation crossed his face, and his breath rushed out. “Thankfuck,” he groaned, then kissed me so hard I saw stars. His position shifted, the hot tip of his cock pressing gently to my still throbbing core. Only then did I really comprehend what I’d agreed to. And what theconsequencesof me staying on tour might be. Then the guilt that flooded through me nearly made me gasp.
“Wait,” I said with a grimace. “I have to tell you something.”
Rhett froze, the head of his dick already notched at my pussy. “Um, now?”
I nodded. “Yes, otherwise the guilt will totally ruin this…”Spit it out, Billie. Rip off the Band-Aid. “I kissed Grayson.”
Rhett’s brows hitched in an expression of shock. But he didn’t move away, so that was something. Holy shit, talk about bad timing on my part. This was damn near torture having him just a half inch inside me when I wanted more. So much more. But I respected him too much to keep secrets, especially if we weren’t parting ways tomorrow.
He licked his lips, his teeth tugging on his lip piercing as his eyes studied my face. “You kissed Grayson?”
I swallowed, then heard the big man's voice in my head, so I cringed. “He kissed me. But I wanted it, so… same thing.”
Rhett was silent another moment, then shocked the ever-loving shit out of me when he thrust his whole length into me with one swift motion. I cried out, my nails sinking into his muscular back as my whole body quaked with pleasure. He was thick enough that it hurt a little, but in a good kind of way. The kind of way that reminded me it’d been way too long since I’d had any half-decent sex, and Rhett was about to blow my mind.
“Rhett,” I panted, rocking my hips as my body begged for more.
“Let’s discuss it later,” he told me, dropping kisses on my parted lips. “If you can still remember his name when we’re done.”
