Page 31 of Wasted Oil

"Yes.”

He unlocks the front door swinging it open, both of us stumbling in as we kiss each vigorously. Each kiss is filled with longing, need and somewhat passion.

"Oh god Rhett. . .”

"shh—quiet princess.” He attacks my neck again tugging at the bottom of the tank top I’m wearing.

"I need you naked, I need to see all of you.” With just his words I’m soaked through the thong rubbing my thighs together for some sense of relief. “Jump.” The words are firm, my legs automatically responding jumping and wrapping around his torso carrying me to his room.

We kiss the way to his room that sits upstairs next to his sister's room.

"Wait, what if your sisters wake up?”

Chuckling he shakes his head.

"That's what the dare is for sweetheart.”

I internally slap myself for asking such a stupid question. Of course that's what the dare was for. Why else would he want me to be quiet.

We stay silent, both of us staring in each other's eyes not saying a word.

"Rhett I. . .” I’m cut off with a kiss that knocks the air out of me.

"Remember the rules Boots.” He says closing the doors and locking it.

"All I want right now is to see you naked, on the bed and waiting for me.”

I whimper as I imagine the next few moments. He doesn't move as I stand from the bed and start slowly taking off the tank top dropping it to the floor causing a low rumble like growl to come from him.

"Stop.” Rhett stops me just as I’m about to unbutton the top of my jeans.

"Getting cold feet vaquero?” My words don’t seem to phase him insteadnothing is said as he takes a couple steps stopping right in front of me, the back of my thighs hitting the bed making me fall back. Both of his arms shoot to the side of my thighs, his face at the same level of mine.

“Not in a millions years boots.”

With what he said, he stands back up to his full height grabbing my leg in the process, taking off one boot and sock at a time.

I can't help but stare at the man in front of me in amazement. Earlier tonight he was nothing but an asshole throwing jabs at me and now standing in front of me taking off my boots with this loving yet cold look in his eyes long forgotten is the man from earlier this is now the Rhett I’ve always dreamt of.

Feeling a slight tickle, I’m pulled from my thoughts to see Rhett rubbing ever so slightly up and down my jean clad thighs sending a wave of goose bumps all over my body. My breath hitches as his hands rise higher and higher on me coming up to the top of my jeans popping the button in the process. He looks up into my eyes.

“Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?”

I nod my head and in one tug rips off my jeans, discarding them to the floor leaving me in nothing but my panties.

"You look good enough to eat princess. Now, let's see if you taste just as good.”

Rhett nestles between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders moving the wet lace covered panties to the side. I can feel his hot breath hovering over my pussy, fingertips ever so slightly tracing circles on my legs.

"Please Rhett. . .”

I let out a breathy moan just before I’m jolted by the instant feel of his tongue trailing from my ass landing on my clit sucking like he’s feasting.

"Oh shit!” I moaned out louder than I wanted, causing Rhett to pull his head back giving me a smack to the side of my ass.

"What did I say about being quiet, princess?”

I reach my hand down to his hair pushing him back down.

---