Page 10 of South of The Skyway

“Go.Yes, go. Me too.”

He shook his head, settling me on my feet to turn, and pointedly dumped an exorbitant amount of foaming soap into his palm as I jammed the deadbolt closed and lunged for the sink beside him. Smirk growing across that tan face, Rhyett seemed at war with his amusement. As I scrubbed my own palms, he shifted, slipping beneath my skirt in a smooth motion as the opposite hand gripped my waist, pulling the arch of my ass against him.

“Are you wet forme, Ace?”

“Find out, hotshot.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His fingers dove beneath the lace, slipping into my soaked entrance with a soft, satisfied groan. “Oh fuck, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

A little thrill shot through me, and then he was moving, my spine arching as he shifted against my walls with practiced curls that sent pleasure into my body. Rhyett had a way with his fucking hands, the movements applying just enough pressure to drive me wild. As he hit that elusive spot in the back, another finger deftly slid between my lips to put pressure against my clit.

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

His chuckle faded into a breathy demand. “Quiet, Brexley. They can hear you.”

“Fuck, that was out loud?”

“Yeah, baby, now shush, or we’ll get caught.”

“I’m not anyone’s baby,” I grumbled. Only Rhyett just slid a palm up my side, gripping my neck and turning my face back to his as the other worked inside me. His lips put an end to that concern, all synapses firing simultaneously as he stroked my G-spot with expert motions. I tried not to think of why he was so damn good at that. When my knees buckled, he hummed appreciatively, sliding a thigh between my legs and pinning me against the counter as I grappled for purchase.

Oh God, I’m hooking up with a total stranger in the Three Leaf’s bathroom.Adrenaline shot through me as it battled arousal for dominance.

“Condom?” It was somewhere between a demand and a question as he traced the edge of my jaw with his lips. His hand fell away from my neck as he rummaged in his back pocket. My head was swimming. Spinning as he called forth pleasure that was utterly world-rocking. He handed me the condom, moving to my breast, working the sensitive bud through the fabric. Some judgey corner of my mind winced that he was the kind of man who carried one.

I wanted to eat him alive as he tugged aside my top, making me only kiss him harder, dipping below to wrap a hot palm around my breast.

“Fucking hell, Ace. You feel too good.”

“Show me.”

He dropped his hold, straightening the elastic before the zip of his fly reached my ears. “I’m clean,” he said as I felt his fist stroke his smooth cock against my ass.

“Same,” I hissed back, needing to feel him fill me, though I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered so softly it was almost as if to himself. He grabbed one of my hands, guiding me down to feel his impressive length. “You want me, pretty girl?” I gripped him in answer, a bit intimidated by his size, if I was honest, yet I nodded, nonetheless. God, I hoped he could use that thing. Nothing would be as disappointing as throwing myself into the deep end only to come up with some idiot who couldn’t use his equipment. Judging by those hands, though…

He slipped my fingers away, the crinkle of the condom wrapper telling me he’d swiped it as I braced against the counter.

When Rhyett sheathed himself, he was entirely uninhibited, a thick finger holding my panties out of his way as he slid into place. His cock so swollen it hit all my walls, painting stars in my vision. On a groan, he stilled, waiting for a solitary pulse before wrapping his arm around to rub against my clit in steady motions, timed with each glorious thrust.

“You’re so close. I can feel you, Brexley.”

The air left my lungs as he set the pace of a starving man, free hand roaming up and down my side like he couldn’t get enough of me either, lighting every nerve ending on fire.

“That’s it, baby, give it to me.”

Fucking hell, what was it about this man’s mouth? Robby definitely hadn’t ever used his words to his advantage. Not like this, anyway. Tauter and tauter, pleasure wound me up until his pace became demanding. Rhyett showered me in affirmations, a constant stream of words like ‘so beautiful’, and ‘fucking perfect’. Hot palms caressed my sides, my ass, gripping my hips as his thrusts came harder, his body coaxing mine into submission. My walls fluttered and gripped him until my release slammed through me with Rhyett tight on my heels, as he leaned his body over mine, pressing kisses to my cheek, my neck, and jaw as he panted against me.

SIX

RHYETT

We’d straightened ourselves, exchanging breathless laughs and nervous smiles, when I slid my palms up to cradle her face, pulling her back to me for a kiss. She returned it with a delicious fervor before slipping out of my arms and making for the door on the tail end of a smirk.

“Very pleased to meet you, Rhyett.”

The laugh burst from me as I lunged forward and snatched her wrist. “Nice tomeet you?” I questioned. “I think we did a little more than meet, don’t you?”

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