Page 130 of Until Tomorrow
“Pick a safeword, Eva.”
“Kiwi.” Why kiwi? I didn’t have a clue. It was the first thing that popped into my head.
“Good girl.” His praise was damn near enough to send me over the edge. “Use it only if you absolutely need me to stop, got it?”
I just nodded. The fire in his gray eyes was intoxicating and intense. I believed every word he said—I wanted every single one of them. His hand lashed out and grabbed me around the throat, eliciting a tiny moan from me. With the firm grip he had on me, he walked me closer to him.Not that he had to try hard.
“Take off your dress,” he ordered. When I opened my mouth, he cut me off, “Take off your dress or I’m ripping it off you.”
Reaching behind me, I slid down the zipper of my dress. His hold never loosened as he watched the way I pushed it down to the floor and kicked it away. I felt every inch of his gaze as he drank me in. How he looked at me was its own kind of aphrodisiac. A high I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Spark plug,” he began when I lowered down to my knees in front of him. Holding his gaze, I tugged open his belt and undid his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath as my hand closed around his hard cock.
“Let me take care of you,” I whispered as I stroked him root to tip. Every time we were together, Rhett spent more time worshiping me than worrying about his own needs. His brand of worship may have included bruises, bites, and dirty words, but I was always left satisfied and feeling cherished. I wanted him to feel that too.
Before he could say anything, I ran the flat of my tongue over the length of him. I took my time, tracing the petite pearls lining his shaft. His hand hit the wall as he groaned, the sound loud in the dark house.
“That’s right, baby,” I said softly and swirled my tongue around the crown of his dick. “Let me worship your cock.”
“You can’t say shit like that, spark plug,” Rhett murmured. Despite his words, his fingers combed through my hair and dug into the back of my skull. His hips eased forward, and his cock glided over my tongue.
The ridges of his pearls were fascinating—the texture unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It heightened the experience, and not just for me. I explored them with my tongue—tracing them, applying pressure, testing how they moved. The sounds he made were downright feral. I smiled around him. It was like having a magic button to make him lose control.
Rhett wasn’t small in any capacity—long and thick.A challenge to be conquered.I worked his pulsing cock as if it was my job. My fingers fanned over his strong thighs as I steadied myself, my clit throbbing with a need to be touched. The need for him was borderline unbearable.
With every pass, I took more of him in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat and kept going. I moaned around his dick and swallowed, enjoying the sharp hiss he let out.
His breath came faster while his thrusts increased in intensity until I was holding on.Let him use me.The fist in my hair was brutal, and his pace was relentless as he fucked my mouth. Tears gathered on my lower lashes, and my nails dug into his thighs.Grunting, groaning, his dirty words.I took whatever he gave me.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “If you don’t tell me to stop, spark plug, I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with cum.”
I wanted that.I wanted to watch him come undone—to taste him. My head bobbed faster up and down on his cock.Sucking, licking, pushing him past the back of my throat.
His hips snapped forward while his hand dragged my mouth down the full length of him. His dick pulsated over my tongue, and cum spilled down my throat as he came with a loud moan. I swallowed every drop, wasting nothing, before I slid off of him.
“Up, Eva,” he ordered, and I went without question.
“Rhett!” I yelped as he yanked me clean off the floor, tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing and his pants were hanging around his thighs. I struggled to get down. His teeth sank into my ass with a sexy growl.
“Save your strength, spark plug,” Rhett warned. “You’re going to need it.”
Chapter 64
Logan
Isatintheparking lot of the firehouse, finger drumming against the steering wheel. My nerves were alight with more anxiety than I’d felt in a long time. I wasn’t even sure why, but the desire to run away was intense.
Was I really doing this?
And then Elliot appeared in the open bay. His expression was composed as he waved. Just the sight of him eased a little bit of my chaos—not a lot but enough. Enough to convince me to get out of the car. I locked it and shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from fidgeting.
“You’re wearing contacts,” Elliot commented when I finally approached him. “What happened to your glasses?”
“I broke them,” I said and tried not to smile at the memory.
“How?” He frowned.Okay, honestly, I should’ve expected that one.I was always so careful with my glasses.
“I knelt on them—”
