Page 59 of Reckless Goals

Ididn’t have to open my eyes to know where I was. Hell, I remembered almost everything from the night before, but the silk sheets and the smell of Rhys was all around me. The only thing missing was Rhys as I felt next to me and came up empty.

Looking over, I saw it was five o'clock in the morning and I was alone. He had told me sex was off the table and I knew that because Rhys was too noble to risk taking advantage of me being drunk. But I figured he would at least sleep next to me.

Climbing from bed, I slid a discarded shirt of his over my head and walked out to the living room. Rhys was in his jeans from the night before, with no shirt on, and his arm was thrown over his eyes as he slept. A glass of bourbon was half drunk on the coffee table next to his phone and I smiled at the thought of how tired he must have been.

Afterall, he played an entire game, then flew back to Miami and took care of me. No rest in between all that, and not to mention I made him crazy when I brought up Hunter.

I grabbed the glass and took a small swig. Not enough to get drunk again, but enough to clear the dryness off my tongue. Then I climbed on top of Rhys and laid down, letting my head rest on his chest.

His arms came down and held me tight, his chest rumbled with content pleasure. I kissed his bare skin and my fingers ran the line of the waistband of his jeans. I wanted to soak in the fact that we were getting one more chance to be together.

“Wake up,” I whispered.

“I’m awake.”

“I was talking to your dick,” I joked, lowering my kisses down to his stomach.

“He’s awake, baby. He’s always awake for you.”

The giggle I made was the one that only Rhys brought out in me. The one that made me feel cheery and careless. The one that hadn’t surfaced since I was a child who hadn’t yet figured out how hard her life would be.

My eyes went to his as he watched me undo the button and zipper of his jeans. I tried keeping my eyes on him because I knew how much he loved them. But it was hard when I wanted my mouth on him as well.

“Get up,” Rhys commanded, in what I now knew was the tone he took when he didn’t want to explain himself or have any questions asked.

When we were both off the couch, he led me slowly to the bedroom and sat me down on the edge of the bed. As he undid his jeans, and let them slide down his legs, I started to take the shirt I was wearing off but he froze and shook his head, making me stop.

“I’ll do that.”

My mouth kicked up on one side and leaned back on my arms to watch as he discarded his boxers as well. His fingers ran through his untamed hair as he lowered to his knees in front of me. Just the vision of him on his knees was making my clit pulse and my stomach twist with pleasure.

I started taking deep breaths, and I leaned up to touch him at the same time his hands started running up my legs. They made their way under the shirt and grabbed the edges of my thin thong, ripping them on the sides so he didn’t have to bother taking them down.

He pushed me to lay back and wrapped my legs around his neck while holding my thighs with his hands. My insecurities about my thighs began to trickle back in, but I let them go just as quickly.

Rhys seemed to love them, kneading and nipping his way closer to my pussy. “I want to make you feel so good that I won't be able to hear you tell me to stop. Press these legs around my ears, make me feel it.”

When I tightened, he groaned with pleasure as he kneaded them more. I had never told him about my hang up with my thighs, but it was the second time he had made me feel less like a freak and more like a goddess. My strength was my superpower and he wanted to use it like a drug.

His tongue gently swept up my folds and I shook with the anticipation of him going deeper and harder. My body knew him now, and knew what kind of pleasure he could give. I didn’t have to overthink it or hope it would come, it was there the moment he showed me his intent.

“Rhys,” I pleaded. “Go easy on me.”

“Back at you,” he growled.

Our eyes locked for a moment, the meaning behind our words seeming to change in context as we stared at one another. Then Rhys shook the moment away and his mouth covered me, attacking my pussy like it was a meal. His tongue pushed inside of me and then to my clit, messy, but somehow controlled.

I squeezed my legs without meaning to, locking his head between them again and keeping him completely at my mercy. When my pelvis started to move against him, he pushed me down and held me still, reminding me we both still had control.

Glancing down, his eyes were watching me and his tongue slowed and pressed over my clit. With a deep exhalation, I came, and he watched me shake as I lost control of my now limp legs. They fell open and he rose up, taking my shirt with him.

“I tempted to shove my cock inside that pretty mouth of yours,” he smirked. “But I will send cum right down your throat, and you know that’s not where I want it.”

I nodded, understanding. He had said before that coming inside of me was claiming me, marking me, and I knew as he scooted my body up that he wasn’t even going to bother with a condom.

His eyes were warning me while also begging me to say no, but I couldn’t bring myself to be responsible. If he wanted inside of me, I wanted him there, bare. I wanted to feel how good it was to have him without the barrier between us.

He lowered himself on top of me and kissed me passionately. It had more meaning than words, and I nearly started to cry as I waited for him to push his cock inside of me. When he was lined up, he looked into my eyes one more time and took my silence as his okay to keep going.

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