Oh,damn. Rhett wasn’t hurt or angry, he wasjealous… and had clearly just decided I was worth fighting for. Why was that such a turn on?
“I’m okay with that plan,” I whispered, stretching up to kiss him back.
His response was to pull out a little, then slam back in even harder. It made me squeak a little but also encouraged me to wrap my legs around him so I could take him deeper.
“You good, Thorn?” he asked with a husky chuckle.
I nodded so hard I probably looked like a bobblehead. “Yes, fuck yes, Rhett… fuck me like a rock star.” Oh man, I could cheese it up like a pro. Rhett must have agreed because he barked a laugh before crushing his mouth to mine once more.
No more words were exchanged, our bodies doing all the communication we needed. Our tongues danced together as Rhett started to move, fucking me with slow, hard thrusts until I was a whimpering, slippery mess on the bed. I got the feeling he was holding back a little, though.
“Rhett,” I gasped in his ear as my nails raked his back. “Harder. Please, I won’t break. Fuck meharder.”
He gave a pained groan, his eyes searching mine. Then his lips curled in one of those sinful smirks, and he sat back. His dick slipped free of my cunt, making me protest, but he just grabbed one of the pillows and slid it under my ass to boost me up higher. Then when he thrust back in, it was at a whole different angle.
Words failed me, and I gave incoherent noises of encouragement as he started to pump while raising my knees up to my chest and spreading them wide. Luckily, I was so fucking flexible because the harder he fucked, the wider my legs spread until my knees touched the mattress and my back arched.
I was helpless to do anything but pant and moan, crying out as I climaxed from penetration alone and shocked the hell out of myself. Rhett acknowledged my orgasm with kisses and a slower pace, but as my whole-body trembles subsided, he went hard and fast again.
“Are you gonna come for me again, Thorn?” he asked as he pounded me into the mattress. Holy shit, I’d said I wanted it hard, but this was beyond expectation. Rhett was doing his damnedest to totally ruin me for other men, that was for sure. Were the piercings increasing my stimulation, despite the condom, or was this all just Rhett? Both? It was definitely both.
I shook my head. “No,” I moaned. “I can’t.” Hell, he’d made me come twice; that was as good as it got. Wasn’t it? Maybe I could. Shit, I didn’t know.
Rhett groaned. “Youcan, but I’m not going to last… God damn, Thorn, this pussy is like heaven. I knew it’d be good because it’syou. But holy shit.”
I licked my lips, my mouth all dry and fuzzy from my last orgasm and all the panting I was doing. “Do it. Fuck, Rhett, I need you to come. We have all day for repeats, don’t we?”
That idea must have done it for him because a moment later he was thrusting deep, grunting his own release as his cock swelled and twitched inside my walls. A filthy part of my mind wanted to know what it’d feel like without the condom… what it’d be like to have Rhett come inside me for real. To feel the cold slide of metal until it turned hotter from our arousal.
He whispered something I couldn’t quite make out, feathering kisses over my face as he released my legs. Then he slipped free of my pulsing core and didn’t even bother to pull the condom off before sinking his face between my thighs once more.
“Rhett!” I shrieked as his tongue found my clit again.
“Hush, Thorn,” he mumbled into my pussy. “Let me prove my point.”
Well, shit. Who was I to argue with logic like that? Besides, I was curious… so my fingers threaded into his turquoise hair, holding him close as he leisurely tongue-fucked me once more. He wasn’t rushing things or forcing the issue, he was content to just take his time like he was coaxing the third orgasm out of my body like a scared animal.
When it hit, I was so shocked I nearly blacked out. It was a slower release, but almost more intense for the difference. My toes curled against the mattress and my spine curved, while scalding hot bubbles of euphoria fizzed through me, leaving me dazed and confused.
“See?” Rhett grinned, kissing my inner thigh. I could barely hear him with how my ears were ringing. “Youcan. Now… what were we talking about?”
I blinked, drawing a blank. “Huh?”
His grin spread wide, and he gave a sexy chuckle. “Perfect.”
thirty
RHETT
My phone rang from across the room where I’d dropped it in my exhausted state last night. It was too far to reach from the bed, and dragging myself from these soft depths was going to take a fuck load of will power. It wasn’t exactly the bed, to be honest, but the warm body that occupied it. She was snuggled in close to me, her perfect tits pressed against my side, and my cock was fairly certain that we were just getting started with Billie Bellerose. Not just my cock, but every other part of me.
She groaned softly, the phone disturbing her, and that was what got my ass out of bed to snatch up the offending fucking piece. “What?” I whisper-snarled into the phone. “It’s fucking dawn.”
“It’s after ten, dickhead.” Grayson’s tone was flat. “Get your ass into the gym.”
The line went dead, and I sucked in a long breath . My gaze darted back to Billie for a second, and I was relieved to see that she was once again sleeping soundly. Pretty pink lips parted as she breathed deeply, and I swear to fuck my dick actually throbbed at the sight.
The sex we’d had was beyond my fantasies, and I’d had more than my share of those up to this morning. All I wanted to do was crawl back into that bed and bury my face between her legs, but Grayson had called me for a reason.
