Page 42 of Busted Dreams

“Wh-what are you doing?” This time, I had the energy to try and close my legs. He must have anticipated what I was going to do before I did, because he caught them and held them with just enough pressure to the bed, leaving me completely open to his viewing pleasure.

“If we’re skipping all the traditional steps, I’m going to make damn sure this is memorable for you. You said you’d have no regrets. Well, this is my insurance that you won’t. I’m going to ply you with so many orgasms, the pain will be a fleeting memory. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be so spent, the only thing you’ll be able to do is fall asleep in my arms.”

I nearly came just from that.

Dipping his head once more, he took a deep breath, then gave one languorous lick right up the center.

All my experience revolved around making out and heavy petting, but what he was doing right now was an experience unlike any I’d ever felt before. It was sin and pleasure and Rhys all wrapped up into one, and I wanted to fist his hair to pull him closer just as I used the heels of my feet to shove him away from the foreign pleasure of it all. Instead, I covered my eyes and pressed my soles against the bed as hard as I could.

Soon, it was too much to bear, and small gasps fell out of my mouth as an uncontrollable shaking started at my thighs and engulfed my body. Even my teeth seemed to be chattering. I’d gotten myself off plenty with my fingers in the last few years, but it had never, ever been like this.

“That’s it, let go, baby,” he murmured right before he inserted one finger inside me. Then it was two, and he was sucking on my nub with a pulsating rhythm.

I died and went to heaven right where I lay.

I. Died.

Starbursts fired behind my eyelids until everything was bright white. I wished in that moment that I was a painter to capture how incredibly beautiful it was. But I was a photographer. I’d have to find another way to share this with the world.

When I came back down, Rhys had climbed over me, gripping the back of one thigh as he pulled it up over his hips. His hair fell over his eyes as he lowered his chest to mine. Short, coarse hairs tickled both my chest and groin as he settled in. My skin was so sensitive, I imagined I’d be able to count each one if I had enough time.

His gaze flitted between each of my eyes like he was concerned I’d back out.

At this point, I was less than jelly. And I wanted more. I wanted to know more.Feelmore.

“Are you sure you want me to be your first?” Slowly, he slipped one hand under my arm and up to cup the back of my head. I was boxed in from his embrace, and I’d never felt this type of affection before. If he held me like this forever, I would happily stay right here.

“Yes.” There were many firsts, and with so many guys in my life, I had plenty to go around. But this one, this very important one, would be Rhys’.

Dipping his head, he kissed my lips so sweetly. Then he grabbed a condom from the top nightstand drawer and rolled it on with quick efficiency. He reached one hand down between us, bumping his fingers against my inner thigh as he lined himself up. With excruciating slowness, he pressed into me. I was so wet, his initial glide was smooth and easy, giving me a foreign feeling of fullness.

When he reached my virginity, he stopped. Pulling his head back just enough to look me in the eyes, he rocked my world.

“This is important. This is special. And I want you to know how much I will always cherish this no matter what happens.” Moving his other arm into the same position so now he bracketed me completely, giving no room to move, he thrust inside.

The burning was swift, but just as soon as it happened, the pain subsided to leave only pleasure in its wake. He hugged me to him as he started to move, thrusting with just enough force to bounce me against his hold.

The sharp pleasure started low in my stomach as he kissed me over and over again. I had to turn my head when my next orgasm hit, a strangled sound tearing from my throat.

Rhys’ speed picked up until his movements were hard and erratic. Soon, he followed behind me, squeezing me so tight to him as he sighed in my ear that for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. After he took care of the condom, he slid back in beside me, cocooning me in his arms.

I floated away on a cloud of lazy contentment for several moments as my brain tried to make sense of all the heavy emotions and physical feelings from the last twenty minutes. And I came to one conclusion…

Moments like this were the stuff dreams were made of.

Working under the hood of a car was the only thing in my life that provided the means to escape reality. I could get lost in it, and I often did. Though, I’d lost count of how many times I’d think about my shows or work on lyrics when I was working on a particularly complex job. The same couldn’t be said for the stage.

No, when I was there, I was onlythere.

In the moment, breathing in the energy the crowd threw back at me. It was the single most exhilarating time of my life. I was invincible on stage. I could do anything, be anything, and I was loved.

Even though I knew it wasn’t real, that the fans would forget about me as soon as I walked off the stage. Or the fact that they didn’t really love me, only the idea of me… It didn’t matter.

And damn Astrid with her sneaky self. She’d given me the user name and password for the TikTok account, and it was too addicting not to sneak in and see how it was doing every few minutes. I didn’t have social media. Now I saw what a brain drain it was to have it. If I didn’t get myself under control, I was going to develop a real problem.

As I worked on old man Stephens’ car, I couldn’t help thinking about what the next video should be. Not knowing a thing about what went viral, I didn’t have a clue. Every idea that popped into my head was lame and cheesy.

“Hey, Beck. You got a sec?” Brady, the owner’s uninvolved son had shown up this last week, ready to learn the ropes. For him, it was a great opportunity. For me?

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