I raise a finger to my lips for him to be quiet as we enter my home. Dad is gone as he promised, and after grabbing Rhett’s hand, I pull him down the short flight of stairs to my area.
“I have a roommate. But this is my space.”
Rhett’s gaze turns to something close to feral as he walks me backwards into the wall. “So I can get you naked out here, and nobody will walk in?”
“Nope.”
His lips crash into mine as his body pins me to the wall. Our hands search and fumble at buttons and zippers, and I don’t remember the last time I felt so alive with someone.
“Fuck, baby. Get out of these pants. I hate skinny jeans.” Rhett growls his frustration, and I step back, shimmying out of the offending pants and standing in front of him with nothing but the lacy thong I chose while hoping for this exact scenario.
Rhett’s lips part, and a breathy sigh escapes. “You’re a vision, darlin’. A fucking vision.” He reaches for me, pulling me flush against his hard body. His lips are everywhere, and it’s hard to register all the sensations.
His lips on my skin, his scruff along my neck, and his chest hair…fuck, it’s so coarse against my smooth skin that I want to rub on him like a cat. Which I sort of do since a laugh puffs across my ear.
“Are you purring?” Rhett asks.
With a laugh, I melt into him. “Maybe. You feel so good, I can’t help it.”
He shrugs the rest of the way out of his shirt, and my fingers finish unbuttoning his jeans. Dropping to my knees, I pull his jeans down with me. Kissing his thighs to his ankles, I help him get each foot out of his pants. He’s still wearing his socks, and there’s nothing special about them. Just white sport socks, and I pull them up with a quick glance at his face.
“You have a thing for socks?”
“I have a thing for you naked in socks, specifically.”
My fingers curl into the band of his briefs, and I slide them down his legs slowly. Rhett’s breath comes in short pants, and his thighs visibly tremble as my hands pass over them.
His reactions to this make me high. His reactions are the best drug I could ever sample. That’s the best way to describe how I’m feeling right now, as this hot-as-fuck man unravels under myhands. His cock is slick and wet, oozing for me, and I feel like Superman.
“You’re doing a good job of driving me crazy.” Rhett’s head thumps back against the wall as his fingers slide behind my neck. He’s not shoving my face into his dick. It’s more like he needs to touch me. To connect us even if I’m on my knees for him.
“Are you okay standing?”
His throat bobs as he swallows. “I…I’m…”
Standing, I cup his cheek and force him to look at me. “Are you with me, cowboy? What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head quickly. “Nothing. I’ve just, I don’t…” His cheeks flush as he meets my gaze. “Just being naked in front of you is edging me, Diamond. I don’t want to come fast.”
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, and I’m out of superhero references for descriptors. I’ll have to switch to animals and say I pound my chest like a gorilla at his admission.
“Nobody has ever told me that before.”
“I think you’re gorgeous. Whatever you’re wearing is hot, and I kind of just want you to fuck me to take the edge off.”
The breath leaves my lungs in a giant whoosh as he grabs my neck and pulls my mouth to his. He punches his hips into mine, and I can’t help but make the purring sound again. “I can do that.” Pulling him by the hand, I open my bedroom door just off the main room where we were standing naked.
Rhett falls onto my bed, pulling me along with him. I fall on his chest with an oomph, and he grins up at me.
“How does a single guy sleep in this bed alone every night? It’s giant.”
“Like a fucking starfish.” I laugh before kissing him, but keep the lonely bit to myself for now.
Our hands have slowed down some, but Rhett still keens like he hasn’t had a hand on his cock in a decade. Testing the waters,I run a finger along his crack and circle his hole with gentle pressure.
“Fuck, darlin’…”
Rolling fast, I grab the lube and a condom before returning to his body. Rhett has his knees bent, and while his white socks pulled up seem like they should be odd, I love them. It makes him seem more than real and less like a dream with his coarse leg hair poking out of the top of a white tube of fabric he probably bought at Walmart. A universe away from the sexy cowboy on horseback. More attainable, maybe.
