“Can I put my mouth on you, or will that be awful?”
Rhett laughs deeply. “Nothing you can do will be awful. But I know what you mean, and I think if you’re… less ambitious about it I might be okay.”
“Ambitious.” I snort. “So don’t suck your cock like it’s my job while I have my fingers in you? That it?”
“Talking to me like that isn’t helping,” he hisses, and a bead of precum drips from his hard cock to emphasize the point.
So I don’t talk. It’s almost like Rhett has never had anyone lavish attention on him. He seems like he’s on a hair trigger with everything I do or say, and while I’m flattered, it makes me wonder if this is part of why he said he couldn’t promise anything beyond fun.
His fingers curl into the sheets, my sheets, while he squirms and pants. I’m not even sucking him like I want to, but I think burying myself in him will be worth that sacrifice.
Rhett watches me from under those dark lashes as I roll the condom on. A look I could get used to, that’s for sure. Pushing one knee back, I watch Rhett’s face as I enter him, morphing from unbridled lust to utter bliss.
“Fuck… god… Diamond.”
He’s lost himself completely, and it’s the hottest thing. Rhett is pliant and babbling as I rock into him at a moderate pace.
“Wanna kiss you,” he says. So I drop his leg and bend over him. His hands hold me close as he wraps his thighs around me, and then it’s my turn to walk the edge of an orgasm.
With my lips still on his, I mumble, “Trap me with those thighs, Rhett. Pull me into you. Fuck…”
He flexes and pushes his heels down with every thrust. We’ve picked up the pace, and the headboard I keep meaning to replace thumps on the wall with a deep rhythm.
“Gonna come, Dee.”
“Do it, baby. Come all over yourself while I’m buried in you.”
Rhett doesn’t moan. He fucking roars loud enough that I’m afraid my dad might hear as he comes between us. His ass is like a damn vise on my dick, and even though he already has his legs wrapped around me tight, I thrust in deeper.
This is my favourite place on earth. Hands down.
I shatter when he guides my mouth to his in a scorching kiss. From the roots of my hair to the bottom of my feet, a flame races like a fuse on dynamite, and I gasp into his mouth when I come.
“Jesus fuck, cowboy. I think I lost my vision for a minute.”
His hands smooth my back as he finally unwraps his legs, and I pull out, only to flop on his chest with a grin.
“How does it feel getting dicked down by a guy with one nut?”
I can tell he wants to say something sensitive. Everything about Rhett just screams that. Doesn’t want to hurt a fly, even when it falls in his drink. “It’s okay. Just say it. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
“It was fucking incredible, and I wasn’t prepared for your dirty mouth.” He brushes his fingers down my cheek. “You’re something else.”
He kisses me softly, and I’m pretty sure he just stole a piece of my heart without even trying.
“It might surprise you to know some men back out when they know that. The whole one-testicle-short-of-a-pair thing. I like tocheck in now so I don’t make it awkward later when I call you for a repeat, and suddenly you’re never available, you know?”
Best to get that out of the way and let him decide what to do with it.
“It doesn’t make you any less desirable, darlin’. Probably more, if I’m honest.”
Oh shit. Shit.Shit.
He did not just say something like that while we’re still both sex drunk.
I shift to raise myself off him and not fucking cry over the guy. I’m not embarrassing myself after I just lived my fantasy. The pull of cum in body hair makes us both groan, but not in the good way. However, it’s the distraction I need.
“Is your shower big enough for two?”
