Page 75 of South of The Skyway

“Should have thought about that before you started a fight you can’t finish.” His words made me gasp, gaping at him like a fish before his laugh vibrated inside my mouth, lips finding mine as his tongue swept in, tasting, teasing. Erection hard against my belly, Rhyett ground into me again. His fingers tugged my panties aside. Some distant part of my brain recognized that paint wouldn’t likely be my friend down there, but when he removed them, I had to fight back a groan. Maybe he thought it through, too, because he started to work me through the thin fabric, growling when he found the soaked spot between my lips.

“Fuck, Brex.”

“Yes, please.”

When Rhyett dropped to his knees in front of me, he took my shorts with him, ripping a gasp up my throat before bringing his lips down on me. His rough stubble stung against the sensitive skin, although the sensation was then eclipsed by the heat of his mouth over my sex.

“Dammit, Brexley. Your pussy is so fucking perfect.”

Responding would've required he stop touching me long enough to recombobulate the heat, need, and pleasure into something articulate. But Rhyett kept moving, leaving me entirely discombobulated. There would be no bobulating. No—

“Oh fuck,” I gritted between my teeth. “Oh, Rhyett.”

He practically purred as he worked me, and in the next moment, had me hoisted up in his arms, his mouth on mine. I could taste myself on his lips, his tongue. It was wrong and wonderful and strange and delicious all at once. It was different this time. He was primal. Needy. His hands were a little rougher as he shifted me in his arms to drop his pants. Everything about him screamed urgent.

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes jamming closed as he leaned my weight into the door.

“That didn’t sound like the good kind.”

“It’s not,” he said on a groan.

“You don’t have a condom.”

His eyes were still sealed shut; lips pressed together like he was cursing the day he’d been born. He shook his head.

“I just tested, and everything was clear,” I reminded him. I’d told him that first night, but reiterating it seemed prudent. “And I’m about to start my cycle. You’re as safe as you can get shy of—”

Rhyett cut my words off with a shake of his head, disbelief and hunger warring in his eyes. “I’ve never been with someone like that. Fuck, Brex, I wouldn’t ask you—”

“You’re not asking, Rhyett,” I cut him off, needing this. Needinghim. “I’m telling you. I want you. Just us. Please?”

“Fuck,” he growled, connecting our foreheads as he leaned me against the door. “Are you sure?”

Flicking his nose with mine, I urged him to look at me. When he did, his eyes were pained, the solemn edge making me laugh breathlessly.

“Rhyett, Hotshot, I’m sure. I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t. And I haven’t…ever, either.” The admission cut me raw. Never before had I felt inexperienced, but that truth settled between us like dynamite, his eyes flaring as they rotated between my own. The lack of hesitation was all the confirmation he required, because Rhyett snaked a hand between us, groaning as he positioned himself over my slick center before rubbing his cock over my clit. My legs threatened to buckle, pleasure coiling as he repeated the motion in long, agonizing drags.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, notching his dick right at my center, just enough of a tease to make me crazy, my teeth gritting. I pulled against his back, desperate for him to move, to fill me. Foreheads still connected, I felt his focus before our gazes locked, and his apprehension melted into anticipation. “Just you, baby. Only ever you.”

There wasn’t time to respond as Rhyett finally thrust up in one smooth motion. My spine arched, head smacking into the door. I’d feel it later, but, for now—

“Ho-lyfuck.” His two-syllableholyaccurately summarized the culmination of my thoughts as well. All I could manage was to nod. Pitifully. If he noticed it, it was a freaking miracle. When I shifted my hips, needing the friction, he shook his head, holding me more forcefully in place, as though he knew exactly how hard to press before it became painful.

“Give me—give me a second.”

I huffed a laugh against him, our chests heaving together like waves meeting the shore. “You feel—” The air and ability to verbalize both whooshed out of me all at once as he slowly dragged his slick cock out of me before his smooth thrust stole any remaining sense from my brain. Too good—this was too good to be real. When Rhyett kissed me this time, it was like he returned the breath to my lungs. I was so used to him stealing it away, a thief in the night, that it took me a moment to register the way my heart was sailing. The man had woken me up. He didn’t even know it. Had no way to register that every movement, every thrust seemed to connect us deeper. And not just in the way his crown was hitting my G-spot. In a way that fucking terrified me. Because for the first time in my life, I couldn’t imagine letting anyone else touch me like Rhyett Rhodes was claiming me now.

Pace nearly punishing, Rhyett drew cries of pleasure up my throat, his lips parted, a look of complete consternation on his face.

“Come on, pretty girl. Give it to me. Come for me, baby.” Each phrase was punctuated with weighted breath. The desire lacing each exhale was enough to push me over the edge. “Come, baby. I’mburiedin you right now. Just us. Come for me so I can feel you soak my dick, Brexley.” Sweat pricked on my arms, down my back, right as a bead slid down his forehead. Panting, sucking down air, I begged him to give me what he wanted.

“More, Rhyett. I need—”

His increased intensity severed the request. With each thrust, he bound us tighter. Wound me to him in a way I couldn’t even contemplate as the oxygen was knocked from me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t looking for someone I wanted to do life with. Bad boss bitches didn’t need a man to complete them. But oh my god,thisman.

“You’re the only one, Brex. No other woman knows what my cock feels like bare. No other woman has drenched me in her cum. Come on, Ace. Give it to me.”

His steely blue eyes flashed up to me when I inhaled, a quick draw of air before I moaned, my center winding tighter than I even knew possible. A wave of pleasure barreled down mercilessly.

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