Page 5 of Devious Temptation
Rhys hums in confirmation, leaning forward to nip my collarbone as he wraps one hand around my backside and the other at the base of my neck. “It’s just so far away, baby. You’re really going to deprive me ofthisfor months at a time?” He bucks his hips, and his hard length presses against my already wet center as he drags his teeth along my skin.
Pulling my hair, he forces me to arch my back as he yanks down my shirt and bra. His lips find my nipple, sucking thestiffened peak hard before laving at it with his tongue. Twisting my fingers in his silky strands, I pull, relishing the husky moan that vibrates against my chest.
“Think about how good it will be when we finally do get to see each other.” I try to push off his lap, but he pulls me back down forcefully. “Come on, Rhys. Let’s go upstairs.”
I try to get up again, and this time, he releases me. But only until I get to my feet. He loops his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and holds me in place, making quick work of the button and zipper before shoving them to the floor so swiftly that I have to grasp his shoulders to maintain my balance.
“Rhys—”
“Shut up.” He leans forward to lick the arousal that’s smeared along my thighs, his hands going to the waistband of his track pants to shove them down. With a groan, his tongue swipes along my center, languid and hot as the tip flicks against my clit. “Fuck. You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
A small smirk forms on my lips, and I peer down at him with a quirked brow, peeling my shirt and bra over my head. “I better be theonlything you’ve ever tasted.”
Rhys stares up at me as he continues to lick, smiling against my core. When his teeth graze my sensitive flesh, I suck in a sharp breath as liquid heat floods between my legs. My gaze lifts to the window directly across from us, which reflects the one at my back. “Baby, seriously, come on. Let’s go upstairs. Anyone could see us through the windows.”
He seems completely unbothered, spinning me aroundby my hips before pulling me onto his lap, his cock nestled between my butt cheeks. “We’ve always wanted to be watched.”
Storm gray flashes behind my lids as my head rolls back on Rhys’ shoulder. The thought of his parents—or, god forbid, River—seeing us has anxiety seeping along the edges of my pleasure. As if he can sense my hesitation, Rhys chases it away as he finds that spot beneath my ear, sucking on it while he palms my breasts. His fingers twist my nipples, and the breath stalls in my lungs as he squeezes his elbows into my sides and lifts me so his length slides between my legs.
“We don’t have a condom.” The words are hoarse as they leave my throat. I’m overstimulated as Rhys sucks at my neck, plucking my nipples and sliding the crown of his cock against my clit. I can see myself parted around his hard shaft, coating him in my juices with every pass.
“It’s fine for one night,” he assures me, grabbing my chin to turn my head. “I’ll get you a pill in the morning.”
There’s no room for discussion as he captures my lips with a kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he seats me on his cock. I cry out against his mouth as he stretches me, bare for the first time in the two years we’ve been intimate.
In the back of my mind, I know we shouldn’t have sex without a condom. We’re taking the risk of becoming another high school statistic of teenage pregnancy, upending our lives just before college.
I almost wonder if that’s what Rhys is trying to accomplish.
“You’re not getting out of our conversation,” I whisper against his lips. My arm hooks around his neck, and my other hand grasps for anything to anchor myself as he fucks me, bottoming out with each satisfying thrust.
I’m too far gone to keep thinking about anything other than how Rhys plays every part of me like a violin—plucking at all the right cords to create a blissful symphony nearing its crescendo.
His lips trail down my neck as he picks up the pace, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over again. “I never want toget outof you, Lucy.”
“Fuck, Rhys, I’m so close.” I let out a moan, pressing my head back into his shoulder as the beginnings of an orgasm pulses between my legs.
My lids flutter open, and I’m prepared to look over my shoulder and lock gazes with my boyfriend as we come together. But as my vision focuses, I catch sight of stormy gray irises through the window.
Lawson.
His pupils are blown wide as his gaze rakes down my body, taking in every exposed part of me, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides—the outline of his hardening length apparent behind his thin joggers.
When he meets my stare, a tidal wave of ecstasy flows through me as I come hard with a hoarse cry, legs spread wide, speared on Rhys’ cock, completely bared to his dad through the glass. We’re both frozen, watching each other as another wave crests, and I bite my lower lip to stop from crying out again.
From here, I can see his jaw tense, gaze darkening asRhys presses his forehead harder into my shoulder and roars his release against my back.
It’s then that I finally close my eyes.
And when I open them again, Lawson is gone.
Holy fucking shit.
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Holy.Fucking. Shit.
I did not just watch my son’svery nakedgirlfriend come.
